Note: Posting the rest of my story here, only to please readers that have asked me to.
When she reported to work, Dirk told her what streets were considered his turf, where his whores stood to get Johns. Adam told her what to wear beforehand and as she stood there in a low cut blouse and mini skirt and long boots trying to get business, she felt like a prostitute. She was scared to death about what could happen to her. Brittany was relieved as cars passed her by. Dirk watched her closely to ensure she was trying to attract customers. Men stopped their cars to ask her the rates.
"How much for a fuck, baby?"
"What would it cost me to get a blowjob?"
Brittany quoted prices. Some wanted more detail on what it included. The first one that said he wanted to proceed, told her to come into his car. She got into the backseat and he found a place to park. He exited the front seat and joined her. He handed her the measly $20 her services were now worth. She put it into her pocket and bent over. He unzipped his pants to give her access to his ready dick. Brittany pulled it out and stared at it briefly; then she got down to business, doing her dirty job of sucking it.
"Oh yes baby, keep doing that," her John groaned. She continued stuffing his smelly dick into her pretty mouth and sucked it until he shot his spunk down her throat. He was done so he dropped her off at the side of the road. She walked back to Dirk's area so he could see that she was fulfilling her obligations. Some cum accidentally dripped down Brittany's face so she wiped it off with her tongue, tasting his sperm.
Customer#2 on her first day as a prostitute wanted a room. Together they walked down the street to the seedy hotel Dirk told her to use. They had hourly rates for sluts like her.
Roger wanted an hour session and in those 60 minutes, he did oral on her and they fucked. He got between her legs and ate her out. He licked her cunt like he hadn't done it in years. Brittany was only too happy to lie back and let him do the work. He looked cute and he told her about his wife cheating on him. He hadn't been with anyone since. She relaxed with him and came profusely in his mouth amid her loud moaning. He drank her hot pussy juices and quickly got on top of her and fucked her hard and deep. Despite her profession, Roger showed no sign of disrespect. She provided a valuable service that he so desperately needed.
Roger left and she was back on the streets, searching out another customer to meet her unofficial quota. During the rest of the day her holes were slammed and banged, penetrated, filled, overloaded and abused. When she was finally done for the night, she went back home and took a bath to relieve her aching muscles. She was sore all over.
Back on her bed, she thought about how disappointed her dad would be with her if he knew the truth. She would be a disgrace to her family. She didn't get along well with her stepmother but Brittany was the apple of his eye. Brittany would do anything to avoid hurting him. When her mom died of a fatal heart attack, he and Brittany consoled each other since she was an only child. They were very close and after not dating for a few years he started socializing and met Linda. The couple got married not long after and they traveled often. When he was home, he worked nonstop on his billion-dollar business. She knew that despite not spending much time together recently, her dad loved her very much and the feeling was returned. She couldn't destroy his image of her. She knew that she was doing the right thing, giving into Adam's demands.
The next day and every day thereafter, Brittany went to her day job and at night she was Candy. She got used to the regulars that frequented the nightspot. Having her body the object of rowdy men's fantasies at night, when they were with their girlfriends or wives, turned her on. Brittany no longer cringed when they stuck their fingers into her panties to tip her. Her close-ups at their tables as they peered into her soaked cunt on stage, didn't make her uncomfortable. She rather liked the attention.
Being a hooker flagging down men, was another matter. She despised it. The decrepit rooms, cum stained bed sheets, smoke burnt carpets and stench, made her feel like throwing up half the time. She tried to close her eyes while getting fucked, pretending she was only having a nightmare. She had cum shot on her face, hair, all her tits, ass and pussy, everywhere. When she dared to look at herself in the mirror after one of the Johns left, she was shocked at the whore that stared back. Her once beautiful hair looked messy. There were bruises on her body that she kept well hidden by her day clothes so her father wouldn't notice. At night, she dressed like the streetwalker she now was. She didn't recognize herself. The transformation was too drastic.
She serviced on average 5 guys an evening between 10pm and 3pm. That is, except those times that Bob arranged for her to be an "escort" for 1 lucky guy who paid big bucks for an hour, night, or weekend. Adam wanted sex-on-demand, day or night, whenever the mood struck him. He would interrupt her at work and she'd have to go down on him. Roger kept coming back for weekly visits with her. They started talking more and half his paid time was just getting to know each other.
After a couple of months passed, Brittany resigned herself to her fate, knowing this routine would be continuing and that in a month she would be wed to Adam. The only thing she looked forward to was Roger. After he got out his frustrations by pounding her cunt the first few times they got together, he mixed some gentleness in with his harder thrusts. He asked how she liked it and she honestly told him she did. With Roger, her eyes were wide open and she didn't want it to be a nightmare she was having. He was her dream guy. His blond wavy hair and muscular physique turned her on big time. His kindness was an even bigger aphrodisiac. He cared about her. She broke down and told him everything. She needed someone she could confide in.
The next day, Brittany's dad called her on her cell phone and told her to come straight to the main house. He sounded upset. He said Linda was out and he wanted to talk to her without Linda around.
"Yes dad, I'll be right there," Brittany advised him. She arrived at the house and her father walked with her to his study.
"Brittany, have a seat." He had a strange look in his eyes, hurt and anger mixed together.
"Dad, is something wrong? You're scaring me." A million thoughts crossed her mind.
"Brittany, don't you realize that I love you?" he asked her.
"Yes dad, I know you do. I love you too." She gave a weak smile.
"I'm sorry to say but I had you followed. You haven't been yourself in months.
Your engagement has only made you look more miserable. I had to find out why. I've been very worried about you," he began. "You were hardly home and you looked tired all the time. I had no choice. Brittany I know what you've been up to." Brittany didn't know how to respond.
"Dad, I.. I .. don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. Do you want me to leave the estate?" Brittany stammered.
"Leave? You're my daughter. Why would I want you to leave?" he began. "There's someone here that I want to introduce you to. This is the manager I hired in charge of all my assistants." He got up and went to the adjoining room and opened it. In walked Roger.
To be continued...