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already. I’m not a lightweight by any means, to get through this job you have to drink, a lot and us working girls drink more than we should, but that’s our only way to cope and get through the nights.
“You alright, Babe?” He smirks and helps me up onto a table that’s in the middle of the room.
“Yeah, fine, just dizzy.” I sit up and find myself feeling even dizzier, but he pushes me back down again.
“Lie down, it’ll go away.” He quickly removes my dress and brushes his fingers over my body, tracing my every curve before stopping between my legs. He makes quick work of my lace thong and starts playing with my clit. I feel light and heavy at the same time, like I’m floating but weigh a ton. He grabs a hold of my right ankle and places my foot in something that I can’t see thanks to my now blurry vision. He repeats the process with my left foot. “You look so beautiful, all spread nicely for me.” I feel him whisper against my pussy before he licks along my slit and sucks on my clit. I want to push him away and stop, but it feels too fucking good. I disgust myself; how can I actually be enjoying what this sick bastard is doing to me?
All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain on my ass. I don’t know if I had blacked out or fainted, but this harsh pain brought me back to my senses instantly. I try to take in my surroundings and notice that I’m now on my stomach, bent over the table I was originally lying on with my client leaning over me, effectively pinning me to the table.
“What are you doing?” I shriek in pain.
“Shut up, you fucking whore!” My client bellows at me and hits me again. I scream in pain and try to move away, but the pressure on my back increases tenfold. The sting on my ass tells me that he’s now using one of the paddles from earlier. But this isn’t any normal paddle, if the pain caused on impact is anything to go by, I’d say this one has spikes on it.
“STOP, IT HURTS!” I scream.
“That’s good, pain is good.” He grunts and smacks my ass again. I squirm to try and free myself from his grip, but he’s just too strong. I kick my legs and must manage to hit him because I hear him grunt and the paddle drop. I stumble to my feet and grab the paddle from the floor. He lunges at me and I strike out with the paddle. I make contact with his head which knocks him off balance and I don’t think twice before running back up the stairs that leads to the front door as quickly as I can. Shit, I can’t remember if the bastard locked the door or not . I try to push it open a few times without much luck, but then I realize that he pushed it open when we came down. I pull it open and sigh in relief as it opens and I make it through the door. I close the door behind me and grab a fire poker before pushing it through the door handles so it gives me more time to escape.
I pull my dress down so it’s actually covering my ass and pull off my heels before running out of the house. Unfortunately, I left my bag behind, not that there was much in it, but it did have a phone in it that would call John to come pick me up instantly if I’m in trouble.
I run down the street, trying to find someone to help me. I doubt anyone would listen to me or let me in their homes when I look like this, look what I am, a prostitute but I have to try. It’s in that moment that I really realize what my life has become. It finally sinks in just how far I’ve fallen. I don’t look back for a second and keep running away from the life I’ve known for past five years. I need to put as much distance between me and it as I possibly can, as soon as I can.
I don’t know how long I’ve been running but my feet are killing me, thanks to my lack of shoes, I’m out of breath and I’m drained. I slow down a little and jog into a sea of people on Bourbon Street.
The crowd will give me a great cover and I’ll be able to step into a bar and call for help. Fuck, who would I call? I can’t call my parents; I
“You alright, Babe?” He smirks and helps me up onto a table that’s in the middle of the room.
“Yeah, fine, just dizzy.” I sit up and find myself feeling even dizzier, but he pushes me back down again.
“Lie down, it’ll go away.” He quickly removes my dress and brushes his fingers over my body, tracing my every curve before stopping between my legs. He makes quick work of my lace thong and starts playing with my clit. I feel light and heavy at the same time, like I’m floating but weigh a ton. He grabs a hold of my right ankle and places my foot in something that I can’t see thanks to my now blurry vision. He repeats the process with my left foot. “You look so beautiful, all spread nicely for me.” I feel him whisper against my pussy before he licks along my slit and sucks on my clit. I want to push him away and stop, but it feels too fucking good. I disgust myself; how can I actually be enjoying what this sick bastard is doing to me?
All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain on my ass. I don’t know if I had blacked out or fainted, but this harsh pain brought me back to my senses instantly. I try to take in my surroundings and notice that I’m now on my stomach, bent over the table I was originally lying on with my client leaning over me, effectively pinning me to the table.
“What are you doing?” I shriek in pain.
“Shut up, you fucking whore!” My client bellows at me and hits me again. I scream in pain and try to move away, but the pressure on my back increases tenfold. The sting on my ass tells me that he’s now using one of the paddles from earlier. But this isn’t any normal paddle, if the pain caused on impact is anything to go by, I’d say this one has spikes on it.
“STOP, IT HURTS!” I scream.
“That’s good, pain is good.” He grunts and smacks my ass again. I squirm to try and free myself from his grip, but he’s just too strong. I kick my legs and must manage to hit him because I hear him grunt and the paddle drop. I stumble to my feet and grab the paddle from the floor. He lunges at me and I strike out with the paddle. I make contact with his head which knocks him off balance and I don’t think twice before running back up the stairs that leads to the front door as quickly as I can. Shit, I can’t remember if the bastard locked the door or not . I try to push it open a few times without much luck, but then I realize that he pushed it open when we came down. I pull it open and sigh in relief as it opens and I make it through the door. I close the door behind me and grab a fire poker before pushing it through the door handles so it gives me more time to escape.
I pull my dress down so it’s actually covering my ass and pull off my heels before running out of the house. Unfortunately, I left my bag behind, not that there was much in it, but it did have a phone in it that would call John to come pick me up instantly if I’m in trouble.
I run down the street, trying to find someone to help me. I doubt anyone would listen to me or let me in their homes when I look like this, look what I am, a prostitute but I have to try. It’s in that moment that I really realize what my life has become. It finally sinks in just how far I’ve fallen. I don’t look back for a second and keep running away from the life I’ve known for past five years. I need to put as much distance between me and it as I possibly can, as soon as I can.
I don’t know how long I’ve been running but my feet are killing me, thanks to my lack of shoes, I’m out of breath and I’m drained. I slow down a little and jog into a sea of people on Bourbon Street.
The crowd will give me a great cover and I’ll be able to step into a bar and call for help. Fuck, who would I call? I can’t call my parents; I
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