I had been advertising my services for about a week when I received my first call, an old guy who introduced himself as Mervin. I was somewhat nervous talking to him as this was my first potential client and I wasn't sure what to say, so I simply tried to answer his questions; it was far from straightforward, I thought I'd simply get a call, make an appointment and then meet for sex, but this old guy was telling me exactly what he wanted to do with me. It was weird.
I listened to him ramble on about his 'fetish' and how I must comply with all his requirements; his main interest was my belly and navel, and he told me that he had various stimulating tools he wanted to try. He continued to stipulate that I must wear a bikini with high heels, and be completely submissive to his demands. I was more than a little shocked at this, as it was far from what I thought might happen, but I needed the money and I was if honest a little aroused by the ideas he had for me. So I agreed to visit him.
I packed a small bag with some items, bikini, tissues, sterilizing cream, and hand sanitizer, and got ready to leave. I sprayed some musky perfume on my neck and then pulled on my long black coat; I was wearing a tight knee-length skirt and tight white blouse that was thin enough to see my black bra through. I slipped on my black high heels and left my house.
I took the Underground to Bromley where he lived and had a flock of butterflies in my stomach flapping wildly, my anxiety rising and falling with different thoughts. My attention was then stolen by a man sitting opposite me staring at my legs; my coat had fallen open and a lot of my bare thighs were showing. I pulled my coat closed, and he gave me an annoyed look.
It didn't take me long to reach Mervin's house from the station, yet as I stood at the front door my flock of anxious butterflies went crazy and I almost walked away. Just what was he going to do to me? Again I almost left but then the weird sensation of arousal crept over me with the thought, 'I'm going to show my body to a total stranger...he's going to put his hands on me...he's going to get sexual pleasure from my body, and most likely my belly.' I knocked on the door.
A moment later the door opened and an old man looked out, wizened with white messy hair. My butterflies were in overdrive now! He smiled a yellow-tooth grin and stepped aside to allow me to enter.
"Ah, you are hopefully Louise," he said as he gestured for me to enter.
I returned the smile and stepped into the gloomy hallway of the old Victorian terrace house. It smelt damp and musty in there, blended with what I decided was faint incense or some other erotic perfume. Mervin took my coat and hung it on a peg, then stood there staring at me, his old watery eyes looking me up and down, then focusing on my waist.
He grinned again, "My my, Louise what a lovely figure you have, slim yet curvy, just what I like." He gestured to a room off to the left, "Please, shall we go and have a seat, then I can tell you all the sexy things I have planned for you, my dear."
I followed him into a small drawing room with basic furniture and a coffee table in the middle; there were printed pages of women in bikinis and lingerie scattered on the table. I took a seat in one of the old armchairs and Mervin sat opposite, his gaze fell to my thighs as I crossed my legs. My butterflies were going insane now!!
"Oh yes, Louise, you have good thighs, I shall be incorporating them in my plans for you," he said with a creepy tone. "So I understand you are informed now of my fetish from when we spoke on the phone right?" He waited for a reply.
I wasn't sure what to say so I put a hand to my blouse, "You er...said some things about my belly..."
He smirked, "That's correct my dear, but I say 'tummy' not 'belly'. It just sounds more sexy to me. But yes you are right, I have a deep sexual fetish for women's tummies and not forgetting their navels too." His voice was shaking with excitement and anticipation. He continued, "Upstairs, my dear, I have a special room made up for you. In there is a massage table, and a few other items I have collected for use on that lovely tummy of yours. Okay?"
My throat was dry and the butterflies were in conflict with mild sexual arousal in the form of curiosity. There was indeed a part of me that was getting turned on by the thought of this old man whom I'd never met putting his hands on my belly! I nodded and agreed with him.
He leant forward and rifled through the printed pictures on the coffee table, quickly selecting one. He showed me the print -it was of me, the photo in my advertisement of me in black lingerie, only he had drawn a circle around my belly. He chuckled, "I would love to have more pictures of you, Louise."
Okay, he did tell me on the phone that he was bizarre in his fetish, but what next, just what was he going to do to my belly? The prospect both excited me sexually and troubled me. He wasn't a big man by any means, so if things did get crazy I could always flee.
He reached into a wallet and pulled out three hundred and fifty pounds. "Here you go, my dear, as agreed." He handed me the cash and I put it in my small bag.
He rubbed his hands together and sat forward in the armchair, "Now, my dear Louise, I think it's time to have a little look at that sexy tummy of yours. Please stand up and take off your blouse," he said enthusiastically.
My butterflies exploded, this was it, the moment where I truly became a prostitute. With anxiety and nerves chewing at the arousal I felt, I steadied my hands and stood up. Mervin stared lustfully at me, his gazed fixed on my waist and hips. I took a deep breath and began to unbutton my thin blouse from top to bottom. Once all the buttons were undone I pulled it from my waistband and slipped it from my shoulders. I stood there in just my skirt and bra, my upper belly exposed to this old man's gaze. His eyes bulged and roamed over my bare belly. I began to feel the arousal rising, this was a whole new feeling, and it excited me!
Mervin stood up and I noticed his erection in his trousers, his gaze planted on my exposed belly. He walked closer, grinning inanely and staring at me. "Okay my dear, now that is sexy," he said as he reached out a hand and pressed it flat against my belly. I flinched as I felt his old hand on my skin, and this seemed to excite him as he moaned lustfully and began to rub my belly back and forth. "Ooh, such a soft smooth tummy...oooh...look at this..." he mumbled.