Saskia walks around the bedroom, wearing only a small pair of black silk knickers and grey suede high-heeled ankle boots. Her long red mane trails down her back. Her skin is white as snow; her breasts are nicely rounded, and her nipples are hard. Her firm butt looks exquisite in the skimpy knickers, and the smooth silk tickles nicely against her small amount of red pubic hair.

Jan lies nude on the floor. His hard cock is shuddering. He gazes at Saskia as she runs her hands over her flat stomach and down to her groin.

Saskia straddles Jan and squats down on his face. She briefly moves her underwear to one side, giving him a glimpse of paradise.

Saskia’s feet are bare, nestled inside her ankle boots, her moist toes rubbing against her leather insoles. She knows Jan likes her feet sweaty.

“Unzip me, honey,” Saskia says, pointing to her boots.

Jan reaches over and unzips the sides of her suede footwear. Saskia frees her feet from her boots and takes a moment to enjoy the cool laminate underfoot. Jan feasts his eyes on her shimmering silver and pink-painted toes, gold toe ring, and anklet.

She then pushes a foot in his face. Jan holds it in place and pushes his nose between her toes, smelling her sweaty digits. Then her feet start playing with his cock, rubbing the tip of his mushroom helmet.

Saskia’s legs are on either side of Jan’s flat body. He looks up and watches as Saskia moves her knickers away from her pussy.

“Ready?”  She asks.

“Absolutely.”

Saskia closes her eyes and concentrates. She can feel it coming. Slowly, she releases, and her pee dribbles out of her vagina, slow at first, but then she bursts and gushes. This is exactly what Jan has been waiting for, her perfect golden shower. As the warm yellow urine runs out of her urethra, hitting his chest, he slides down and sticks out his tongue to drink her piss. He loves her taste; his face is covered, it runs down his cheeks, in his ears, and hair. Her warm, sweet nectar soon turns cool. Saskia rubs her pussy with her dripping knickers as she finishes.

Saskia kneels down and smothers his face with her piss-soaked underwear. She then pulls off her wet panties so Jan can dine on her snatch. He licks her wet pussy lips and nuzzles in. His moist face rubs in her fluid as he bites at her clit, and she pushes down on him even more. He can barely breathe as Saskia responds to his tongue assaulting her groin. She shivers, shrieks, and moans as she cums hard.

Saskia slides down the hard, wet, sticky floor to find Jan’s cock waiting. She kisses his shaft before sucking lightly on his balls. She then takes his cock in her mouth deep to the back of her throat and starts sucking hard. She has mastered a good blow-job technique and knows how to keep him excited without making him cum as she teases and plays with his member. She knows he wants to finish off inside, and she won’t deny him that pleasure.

Jan gets up and moves over to Saskia, pulling her back down. She has a condom in her hand, which she rips out of its packet and sits on the tip of Jan’s knob. She moves down and uses her mouth to unravel it. He moves between her legs and pushes his hard cock into her wet snatch. Her hole sucks him in, and he grabs her buttocks to help get him deep.

Saskia pulls his head towards her, and they kiss passionately. Jan tastes of her pussy, cum, and piss, and she tastes of his cock.

Jan didn’t take long; a few thrusts and he was cumming hard into her snatch. Saskia pushes her body against his as he goes very red in the face and makes a strange squeaking sound.

His cock falls out of her, he pulls off the full condom, and some of his white milky fluid falls off his knob.

“Shower?”

Saskia pulls Jan into the bathroom, and the pair takes a shower together. Tired and spent, Jan is unable to do anything other than soap up Saskia’s naked body.

Jan dries and dresses while Saskia runs around in a toweling robe, tidying up.

“Same time next week?” Jan quips as he leaves a roll of cash on the table.

“Absolutely,” Saskia replies.

Jan is a man in his mid-thirties, with dark hair and stubble. By day, he holds down a steady job, dresses neatly, and blends in easily in social circles. But in his private life, Jan has a taste for excitement and escape. He often seeks the company of prostitutes, partly for the thrill and partly because he finds it easier than navigating traditional relationships. He approaches it without much shame—more as a lifestyle choice than a guilty secret.

It has been a long twenty-four hours in The Royal Sanctuary Hotel. Jan is the last of the five clients that Saskia has seen. She has been fucked six times; one guy managed it twice. She wore various kinky, slutty outfits, and had her body kissed, caressed, licked, cum on, and slid around in her own piss.

The Royal Sanctuary is the perfect venue in central Amsterdam, but it is big enough that you could go unnoticed. Day rates are reasonable, especially if you pre-book. The rooms are modern, and the floors are laminate rather than carpet, so they are easy to clean. It is also very accessible. You don’t need a keycard to operate the lifts to get up to the floors, which is important. Saskia certainly didn’t want to run down the hallways in her skimpy outfits to let clients in.

Saskia packs her suitcase and puts on some jeans, flats, and a blazer. She leaves the hotel room, almost as she found it.

Catalya is a striking woman, her blonde hair cascading in soft waves down her back. Her radiant skin glows with a sun-kissed hue, and her eyes, a deep shade of blue, sparkle with both confidence and warmth. She carries herself with effortless grace, exuding a blend of charm and strength.

Dressed in a tailored cream suit and deep blue stilettos, she enters the lift on the floor below Saskia. The ladies glance at each other, and Saskia smiles. She looks just like a normal tourist and assumes Catalya is a businesswoman.

“I’ve seen you here a few times,” Catalya quips.

“Really,” Saskia replies, trying not to engage.

“I know what you do,” Saskia continues.

“I am just seeing the sights,” Saskia replies.

“I can imagine,” Catalya smiles.

Saskia has a sense of relief when the lift hits the ground floor, the doors open, and she can escape. But Catalya walks after her.

“I know your business because it is the same as mine; call me if you are looking for introductions,” Catalya says, handing Saskia a business card.

Saskia says nothing and looks down at the card; it has nothing on it except a mobile number.

He regularly sees Saskia, but also Catalya, whom he has known for years.

Saskia’s work had been a little slow; she could do with more clients. She worked independently but wasn’t against making some introductions through Catalya. She calls the number from the card and agrees to meet up with the mysterious madame.

Catalya Rivera had been a sex worker for years, but she rarely sees clients herself these days. Slowly, she had grown her business to the point where she is now a madam with several ladies working for her across the Netherlands.

As Saskia is welcomed into an apartment on the outskirts of the city, Catalya explains how she could connect Saskia with some new clientele.

Saskia is dressed in a knee-length black dress and black wedge sandals. Catalya is wearing a similar suit to the one she had on the other day, but this time it’s blue, and she has on the same heels.

"What are your boundaries, Saskia?"

"There are none if the money is right."

“Before we agree, I think we should do a trial. I have a client request, Daan, this Friday. He is someone I’ve known for a long time, and he is a good judge,” Catalya says, stroking her legs.

“Ok, sounds good to me, send me the details,” Saskia agrees.

“I think I also need to check the merchandise,” Catalya continues as her hand strokes Saskia’s leg.

Saskia doesn’t flinch as Catalya’s hand goes up her dress. She tugs at her underwear and starts to pull it down Saskia’s legs. Her red knickers are around her ankles, as Catalya pushes her hand up Saskia’s dress. Her fingers stroke the red-haired pussy. Saskia moves over and starts kissing Catalya on the lips. Her tongue slides in her mouth, and her teeth bite her lip as she opens her legs wider for Catalya to play with her.

Saskia pulls Catalya close and takes off her suit jacket. A skimpy silk vest top is lying underneath. She isn’t wearing a bra, which allows Saskia to pull out her tits and start sucking on them. Catalya pulls down Saskias dress, exposing her naked body. The ladies tumble together on the sofa. Catalya’s heels fall off her feet. Saskia unzips her skirt and reveals a white thong, which she rips off. Saskia’s mouth quickly finds Catalya’s shaved pussy as her tongue flicks and teases, before finally violently sucking her pussy to an intense orgasm.

“I take 15%,” Catalya says, getting up.

“10%,” Saskia replies as she wipes her mouth and pulls up her dress.

“Here, you might need these,” Catalya says, handing her red knickers over.

“It’s OK, you keep them as a souvenir, I will enjoy some air around my legs and pussy on the way home.”

Daan has it all lined up! The perfect night, drinks in the city, followed by a prostitute to fuck his brains out!

Drinks with the boys escalate quite quickly from a few beers into cocktails and downing tequila shots. Daan finds himself in the gent’s toilets, throwing up. He spits the last bits of puke out of his mouth and staggers back to his friends to make his excuses and head back. He leaves after being heavily mocked and walks via a store to pick up some mints.

Daan’s apartment is in an exclusive complex in north Rotterdam. He stumbles through the door, fills the kitchen sink with water, and adds some ice. He then dunks his head into the cold water in a bid to get mildly coherent.

The door buzzer comes alive, like a drill going through Daan’s head. It must be her; it was 1.30 am on the dot. He is in no fit state, but confident he can pull it together. Daan goes over to buzz her in.

Daan sits back on the sofa waiting. Through his daze, he can see a redhead walk in and shut the door behind her. She is dressed in sexy, tight black leather trousers and a jacket.

“Hello, lover,” Saskia says.

“Wow, hey,” Daan replies, getting up.

“I am Saskia.”

“Wow, hey,” Daan repeats.

“Darling, shall we deal with the money side first?” Saskia asks.

“Yes, ok,” Daan says, getting out a roll of Euros.

Saskia takes the cash and looks at Daan, spread out on the sofa. He is of medium build with medium-length brown hair and rapidly falling asleep.

They settle on the sofa and start kissing. Saskia could taste the alcohol on Daan’s breath. His reactions were slow and non-compliant; he could barely focus on this beautiful woman. His eyes slowly close as he passes out.

Saskia tries to wake Daan up; his eyes open briefly, but then he is gone again. He starts to snore loudly, so at least he is alive. Saskia decides it is a lost cause and goes over to the front door. But it’s locked, and you need a passcode to open it.

“Fucking hell,” she exclaims, walking back over to Daan.

Taking in the night air on the balcony, Bas puts the finishing touches to his plywood model plane. It has been a labour of love the last few weeks. All he must do now is paint it, and it’s ready to fly.

He hears some noise from the apartment above and looks up.

“Hey, you, can you help me?”

Bas looks up and sees a leather-clad redhead leaning over the balcony above him.

“I am trapped in here, Daan got drunk, and fell asleep, and I can’t wake him up to get the door code.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what it is,” Bas exclaims.

“That wasn’t what I was thinking.”

With that, Saskia takes off her deep red flame stilettos, puts them in her bag, which she slings over her shoulder, and proceeds to climb over the balcony railings.

“Oh, lady, be careful, you could kill yourself.”

Saskia looks down at the ground several flights below her. Holding tightly to the railings, she shimmies down the metal post connecting the two balconies. She wraps her arms around and clambers like a monkey, her bare feet feeling the cold metal as she slowly heads to the balcony below. She swings her body. A nervous Bas tries to help and reaches out as she comes down. He falls back on the balcony and grabs hold of her.

“Hello, I hope you don’t mind me dropping in like this,” Saskia says, lying on top of him.

“You broke my plane,” Bas exclaims, feeling the broken plywood digging into him.

"Your what?" Saskia says, getting up and pulling Bas to his feet.

“I am so sorry; I didn’t see it,” she says, looking down at the broken wood.

“It took me ages to build,” Bas exclaims.

Bas is in his mid-twenties, quite tall, with straight hair and glasses. He is dressed casually with a baseball cap. He isn’t the type of person Saskia expected to frequent such an expensive apartment.

Bas goes inside, and Saskia follows. The layout is the same as the one above, just decorated with a more family feel.

“Look, I am sorry about the plane. I will pay for a new one.” Saskia senses he is a bit upset by it.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course.”

“How do you know Daan?” Bas asks.

“Just friends, we went to a fancy dress party, which is why I am dressed like this.”

“Are you Catwoman?” Bas asks, looking down at her leather outfit.

Suddenly, thoughts of his plane are out of his head as he takes in Saskia’s curvy body. Her leather trousers look like they are sprayed on; they are so tight. Her black leather jacket is slightly looser fitting, and he can tell she has nothing on underneath it.

"Or maybe that girl from the Underworld films?" Bas continues.

“I was aiming for Emma Peel, The Avengers, a sixties TV show.”

“Yes, I know the show. Who are you really?” Bas says apprehensively, not believing a word she is saying.

“I am Saskia. Who are you? Is this your place?”

“Bas. And this isn’t my place, I am housesitting for my boss, Mr van der Beek. He has taken his family on holiday.”

“Are you really friends with Daan upstairs? His wife was around yesterday, but I watched her go away earlier too.”

“How do you know she is going away?”

“She had two suitcases.”

“Oh!”

“So, are you a sex worker?” Bas asks inquisitively.

“Well, yes, you got me. Anyway, hopefully, you can let me out?” Saskia sighs.

She rubs her bare feet and slips them back into her stilettos. Bas watches her black pedicured toes disappear. He admires her cute toe cleavage in her shapely heels and the gold anklet rubbing against her ankle.

“You could stay if you wanted a drink or something?” Bas asks.

“OK. What do you have?”

“Water or beer? How much do you charge?”

“I wouldn’t charge you for giving me a drink,” Saskia says, smugly.

“You know what I mean,” Bas replies.

“Well, I have been paid for the next ninety minutes by Daan. So, I could have a beer.”

Bas grabs some beers and hands a bottle over. Saskia immediately takes a swig.

He moves closer to Saskia. She is radiant, her hair bouncing off her face. She has deep hazel eyes with a wicked smile. Her trim leather-clad physique accentuates the contours of her body.

“What do you offer?”

“Bas, I offer everything. Whatever your heart desires.”

Bas takes a deep breath, takes off his baseball cap, then moves in and kisses Saskia's ruby lips. She reciprocates and wraps her arms around him.

Bas sighs. He then grabs Saskia’s smooth butt and pulls her close. She unzips her leather jacket, letting it spring open, and her rounded breasts burst through.

“Wow,” Bas says, as he starts to rub them.

They kiss some more, and he moves down and takes each tit in turn in his mouth. He sucks her nipples as he rubs her mountain peaks in his face. Saskia takes off his top. His kisses move further down her body. He undoes the buttons of her leather trousers to reveal a red lace thong.

Saskia takes control, she takes off her heels for the second time and pulls off her trousers. Her thong is crotchless, and her pussy looks amazing, decorated on either side with red lace.

“Shall we go to a bedroom?” Saskia suggests standing up.

She looks so hot in just her jacket and undies; Bas can’t wait. He jumps up and pulls her into the master bedroom. They collapse on the crisp white sheets. His hands wander to Saskia’s thigh, and he slightly strokes her lace thong.

“Do you like my pussy?” Saskia asks, spreading her legs.

“It looks very nice,” Bas replies, nervously admiring her delicate slit.

“Oh, it is. It responds well to tongues and cocks,” she replies.

Bas moves down and starts kissing her snatch. He slides his tongue inside and feels the warmth of her pussy in his mouth as the lace brushes against his cheeks.

Saskia undoes his jeans and pulls them down to return the favour. His penis is hard and a good size. She runs her tongue along it and slaps it against her mouth before absorbing it to the back of her throat.

Bas is in heaven as he looks down at Saskia’s mouth clamped to his cock, listening to the slurping noise of her sucking his shaft while she plays with his balls. Leaving him still wanting, she edges Bas to the point he almost cums, then stops. Saskia pulls away and gets some condoms out of her bag.

“So, I have coloured ones, dotted ones, special ‘thin feel’ ones. What do you think?” She is going through her condom range.

“I don’t care, Saskia.” Bas is begging her to fuck him.

“Thin feel, it is, it’ll be like you are bareback in my pussy, but that’s not allowed, sailor,” she quips.

Saskia uses her mouth to put Bas’s choice on his throbbing mushroom helmet. She then slides it further down. Bas puts himself between her legs and pushes his cock into her wet pussy.

Bas falls on top of Saskia as she lifts her legs in the air. She swipes her foot across Bas’s face, and he glides his tongue along her arches. Saskia then wraps her legs around him as she feels his hard dick thrust into her. He grabs hold of her buttocks as he keeps pushing.

“Fuck me, harder,” Saskia cries.

She shrieks as she orgasms. Bas slows down and pulls away.

“Where do you want to finish?” Saskia asks, taking the leather jacket off her sweaty body.

“How about your ass?”

“You want my ass?”

Saskia turns round and rubs her butt in Bas’ groin. She pulls her cheeks apart and exposes her back door.

“Lick it!” she demands.

Bas bends down as she holds her cheeks apart and starts to rim the skin around her tight bumhole. He runs his tongue all over as Saskia sighs.

“You like that, don’t you? I think you should aim for my boobs!” Saskia says as she turns round.

Bas takes his cock out and pulls off the condom. He moves further up Saskia’s body and puts his love stick between her breasts. He rubs his member against her rounded mounds. Saskia licks her fingers and runs them over her chest, playing with her nipples while she watches Bas’s helmet frantically going between her tits.

“Cum for me, baby. I want you to cover me with your sticky mess.”

“Fuck, yes,” Bas cries as he sees a spurt of semen shoot from his penis.

“Oh, that is so nice. Come on, give me everything,” she says encouragingly.

Bas keeps going, covering her chest in his warm, sticky cum. Once he’s finished, he hands Saskia a tissue to clean up.

“I don’t think one tissue is going to cut it, hun,” she says, smiling, looking at the semen running to her belly.

After the clean-up, Saskia starts to get dressed.

"How much was your plane, Bas?"

"You don't have to pay for it, it's ok, Saskia."

"I want to, it's only fair."

"You could always pay me in kind," Bas says, smiling.

“Ok, let’s take some time to recover, then I want your stiff cock in my mouth and your next load of cum sliding down my throat,” Saskia demands as Bas gulps.

It's a mind-blowing experience for Bas. After spending most of the night with Saskia, she eventually leaves the apartment as daylight peeks through. Saskia’s sweaty body clings to her leather outfit as her stilettos tap across the pavement.

Her mobile disturbs the peace, as Catalya’s number flashes up.

“How was it?” she asks.

“A little different than expected,” Saskia explains what happened.

“Shit, really,” Catalya says, laughing a little.

“By the way, Catalya Rivera, next time, it’s 5% for you!” Saskia says as she hangs up.

Catalya smiles; she expected nothing less.