A tired-looking mousey blonde woman in her mid-forties opened the door. Behind a door on the right in the hall, I could hear the sound of children playing and squabbling. She nodded me towards the stairs. The bedroom she led me to obviously wasn't the one she shared with her husband. There was a sheet on the mattress and a pillow and that's all apart from a towel hung over the single chair. In one corner, a washbasin. I gave her the money, two notes, which she put on the chair. She pulled up her skirt and lay on the bed with her legs casually spread and her knees raised. She didn't have underpants on. Her cunt was a dark red and purple gash under an unkempt bush. We could still hear the children downstairs but also a man's voice on the phone. I hadn't expected her husband to be in while she sold herself and I bought her. She prompted me, saying she didn't have long. She disgusted me now, lying there like piece of meat with her cunt exposed, the famous secret place that had been no one's secret for a long time. It was practically a public place so many men had been there. She frowned questioningly at my hesitation. The question, «what did I expect for that money?», was implicit in her look. I was on the point of running when she produced a bottle of lube from under the pillow, squeezed a generous blob on her hand and rubbed it into her crotch. I dropped my trousers and got on top of her, relieved that I had a hard on despite everything. Then I was inside her, cock in vagina like a hand in a glove, going through the mechanical motions of fucking her. She lay inert and never took her inexpressive eyes from my face the whole time. Driving home, I deliberately shut the squalidity of it out of my mind but it was there nonetheless, like a shadow. I showered, ate supper and watched a porn video featuring attractive young people simulating happy love. I got hard and started to masturbate but it wasn't what was on the screen that was exciting me. In my mind's eye, the images of the beautiful people fucking in front of me perversely and unbidden rearranged themselves into a picture of that middle aged tart with her ugly gash, spreading herself indifferently for me in that sordid room because her family needed the money. I realised I would go back and masturbated some more thinking about it.