3 clients

[Labaal]

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CHAPTER 1 :THE FIRST CLIENT

"It was 5:25 pm,a winter evening...3 clients"
I muttered to myself "a FRIDAY winter evening and just 3 clients,oh my!" I said out loud to myself in a sing-songy voice the only thing that watched me was the plum red sunset through the window.
"the window"I gasped as I got up from the bed and shut it close.

Such auspicion, there was not much to my life even if I paid slept off my debt,my life was a desert or rather I was the tree that no one heard fall and therefore I never fell and I would never fall.
There was a strange comfort in that. No one in my life would know me as "that druggie whore Sam" because no one ^Knew Sam . Maybe even me


30 minutes 1 hour and 1 hour =250 dollars
My body was math ,numbers are what I judged it by
The act itself was secondary,my body was a vessel like that tip jar beside me. If anyone really liked their time with me or if they went over their allotted time they'd have to pay 50$ extra

5:30pm
The moment I saw those numbers on my alarm the door opened and slammed back shut a puff of air burst from my mouth as my heart quickened
I was surprised by the sureness of his stride almost as if he'd been here I tried to make out his but he closed the distance -it was certainly not an old client -

"Hi, my name's Mark,now get on your back " he fired out those words flippantly as a gunslinger and as my mind was still trying to process such a change in pace,he grabbed me by my legs pulling it up roughly toppling me on to the bed *hhnngg* I grunted out in pain as the skirt of my dress gently flowed down my calves and thighs revealing my underwear. I looked back at his face
"Stop...stop, " I squealed out , He continued anyways. It was only a probing protest, I was too winded to do anything else, besides his hand had a vice grip on my legs, I could even the ball joints of my ankles chaffing against each other and the first sparks of a bruise blossoming across the place he held me . The protest was only to check whether he was just in a hurry or whether he wanted to actually ra... No I didn't want to think about it I didn't want to add that number to my calculation. I just twisted my head towards that alarm clock. It had barely been 30 seconds . 29 minutes and 30 seconds left to go

The warmth of his hand and palm spread and pressed itself across my crotch. The nails of his middle,index and forefinger grazed the skin above my underwear like the claws of a raptor that had just caught its prey it curled under the fabric and ripped it off me

Oh my god he was going to shove his fingers into me with the same lightning speed as he had done everything else!!!
I shut my eyes so tightly I thought hoped my face would disappear into the anguished creases of my skin

Instead I felt a puff of hot air on my labia, I turned my head up to see his face and eyes bulging out staring at me as my legs were propped up on his shoulders,a man possessed or high,as if he were Pennywise the clown . His mouth had already engulfed my crotch and now made him look like some snapping turtle with how grotesquely he gaped his mouth around my crotch and started sucking on it,his lips scraping against my pubic mound while teeth softly anchored his mouth in place . His tongue lowered itself onto my left lip,circling up it and finding my clitoris . He spent about a minute methodically pacing his tongue around the entirety of my genitals as if he were lazily teaching it an anatomy lesson or mapping out the landmarks,tossing, turning and spinning the blade of his salivating muscle on my vulva,clitoris,labia and then back again in no particular order,sometimes pressing and pushing my flesh simply to get a feel for its texture allthewhile his kept bulging gaze trained onto my eyes taunting searing it into my soul. "That was not a man,that was a monster" I thought to myself.
"Mhmm, mhmm" I moaned. Once again I closed my eyes ,though not as tightly this time, feigning pleasure for his sake,my only objective was to survive this client eldritch horror's allotted time with me
His tongue was long and finally decided to penetrate my vagina,wriggling about,eliciting a small whimper from me though not without reason . It seemed his purpose was to coat my innards with his saliva to lubricate me, as I had just noticed the rustling of his jeans on the ground, his cock strained against his underwear and before he dropped his trousers I could see stains of his sperm against the fabric. The sizable member bounced out,a strand of semen leaking out and falling onto the bed . with a vulgar pop I felt the pressure release from my crotch as his mouth finally unclamped itself from my saliva drenched genitals, I faintly noticed the dent made by two or three of his teeth while he licked me

My heart quickened in pace as he jumped onto the bed ,pushing me against the headboard . He stopped for a second ,taking a pillow and putting it between my head and the board so I wouldn't get hurt then I noticed it...a pair of handcuffs.. I wasn't going to resist in anyway,the last thing i would want was to anger whatever this creature was, I wasn't a fighter,infact the reason I prostituted myself is that I didn't care too much about what or how the men would use me. Out of the 30 odd clients and the 5-6 of whom which could be called regulars, I had already been put through the sexual gauntlet of a man's lust ;
I've had those who only wanted to lose their virginity to a pretty woman,the druggies who wanted another high to ride,threesomes,orgies,boring businessmen who wanted an equally boring blowjob ,sad sacks,stag parties, the wannabe Christian Greys,the men who simply wanted a hole to blow a load into,the rabid rawdoggers and the leftovers of an old age home who were one load away from their heart giving out .

But something about this man alone. it frightened me he seemed to me like a rabid dog which was just starting to show the signs of its illness, something was about to snap in him,some string of words perhaps the most banal were about to set him off and I doubt drawing it's ire would be pretty but the thought of being restrained made me open my mouth, "what are you going to do to me " I blurted out, I instinctly closed my mouth with my arm, like I had just screamed a string of obscenities,every part of my body had tensed up petrified like medusa's victims. His eyes turned to my face and gently lifted my arm that shut my mouth and my left arm which lay limply to the side "well, it turns out I'm a monster" he said calmly "so, to answer your question,whatever the fuck I want ,those 150$ aren't coming back , so open up sweetheart,open it all up" I took as a cue to unbutton my dress ,though I wore underwear I saw no point in wearing a bra as most men would grow impatient and start pawing at my breasts so at a certain point I just stopped putting it but in this case I regretted,it was another thing I easily conceded to him more time to delay the worst. My fingers trembled,fumbling as it tried to undo the big wooden buttons on my top however he grew impatient ripping it open,it was the one good dress I had bought with my own money 2 years ago at a thrift shop for my 24th birthday.he proceeded peel the dress off of me I was completely pinned under himMy breasts burst forth and he immediately started to spend his hatred on them forgetting the cuffs for the moment. Digging his uncut nails into my breasts his head then dived into sternum his tongue dropped out, being let loose over my chest like a spotter dog chasing a deer,darting up my left breast,then circling it's areola in an equally manic speed,his mouth made a shape I thought impossible, zeroing in on my left nipple like the proboscis of a mosquito or an anteater,as he sniped at it,his hand kept squeezing into my right breast so hard I thought it would pop open, kneading,crushing it into some shapeless mush like silly putty in the fist of an angry child
I was shrieking with pain like a wounded animal, I couldn't even look at the alarm clock as its display faced the door,my only respite was waiting for the timer I set on it to buzz , he finally got off my breasts,or so I thought,I was now heaving crying to no one,my hand involuntarily went to protect my right breast but he caught it ,also gathering my other hand and finally deciding to cuff them to the headboard. My right breast felt as if a thousand fire ants stung into it,and looked like engorged and red,he popped his cock onto the valley between my chest which was slick with his saliva sliding it up and down it,his hands once again started molest my breasts, setting his thumbs on my nipples stroking it up and down and pulled them close to his dick like the reins of a horse,he pulled my legs back up on to his shoulders so he could spank my butt
for the next ten minutes he rode my breasts.

Each time he yanked my breasts he screamed "yeehaw" as I winnied in pain and spanked me
the wetness borne from the precum,saliva and sweat finally made him stumble onto my face before I could react he shoved his cock into my face and jackhammered into my mouth my heart beat so fast I thought it would take off into the air I drifted off into a state of semi consciousness as my head started to spin
The only sound I could hear was the muffled thumping of the headboard as his dick drove my head into the pillow between but before I could fully fade he pulled out of my mouth

The sole thing in my field of vision was his throbbing cock head

WHITE white was the last thing I saw before the first thick strobe of cum lashed diagonally across my face the second and third volley into my mouth finally pulling out and painting 4th to 5th on to my face

I instinctively went to wipe it but my hands were still cuffed

He then slid my legs down from his shoulder and flipped me on to my stomach,then, moving his fingers against my sides gripping my breasts and used them to prop me up onto my knees

I felt the heat of his member prodding at my slit,as he pushed into me he grabbed my hair and spanked me

*Thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust*
*Thrust*. *Thrust* *thrust**thrust**thrust*

Picking up the pace of his thrusts like a locomotive restarting after dropping off its cum passengers at a junction . After what felt like two minutes his pace quickened to a point where the world around me was crumbling apart it was as if the walls itself seemed to quake like an epileptic, I felt a tidal wave of bile rise inside and subside again leaving a burning trail of acid inside me whatever drove him to fuck me wasn't human lust wasn't anger. The vengeful spirit of a hurricane had possessed him and the only way to exorcise it was to fill my cunt . Thankfully however the cum caked on to my face dripped down on to the mattress and I could finally peek at the alarm clock 5:59:30 seconds 31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39

*Thrust**thrust**thrust**thrust**thrust*
*Thrust**thrust**thrust**thrust**thrust*
50,51,52,53,54,55,56,57,58,59
*BZZZZZZZ**BZZZZZZ**BZZZZZ*

"Time's u-" my mouth was suddenly closed before I could finish,I could feel the cold hand of death mark around it NO ONE GETS TO SAY THOSE WORDS TO ME EVER AGAIN!!!
My blood ran cold and my knees gave out at that bellowing command. Mark shoved my head down stretching me to my limit, I was a rubberband about to snap . The angle he had me at allowed him to thrust even deeper into my vagina I felt his cock head punching repeatedly into my cervix

I couldn't take it anymore I couldn't, I could not "Please stop, please please please just STOP I'll do anything I'll make sure you get back your money"

"Lady what is the point of fucking a prostitute if I can't cum inside your cunt,besides I haven't even tried your ass out yet,hmm that gives me an idea"

He withdrew his cock completely slamming it into my unlubed ass,my entire body body felt like an elbow that slammed into an iron door I couldn't scream,or feel the air in my lungs he had completely evicted me out of my own body
"mnnngghh that feels so good" Mark groan "you save "the best for last" he said giving my ass a smack
I thought I had completely lost my ability to speak, that was dispelled when I groaned in pain as he thrust back into my vagina, mocking me each time I did so by groaning in pleasure at the same time, he continued this alternative pace by initially slamming himself into me as quickly as he could then slowly withdrawing from whichever hole his cock was in like a boring operation and then slamming back at mach speed into the other one each time he thrust into me . It's like his aim by fucking me was not to extract sexual pleasure but to turn me into an equally febrile animal he was howling like a hound,we were two animals trapped in a twisted duet,yet I only made the noises of a desperate animal that would be the sheepish foil to his wolven nature

Werwolf that is what he was (wer= man and wolf) it just so happened that I was the sheep,the lamb sent to the sacrificial altar to consecrate his diabolical transformation

Finally with one deep and powerful thrust into my vagina,he leaned on to me,his face as low as my own starting with a guttural growl he arched his face up to ceiling shifting his voice to a long howl.
I felt a warmth settle into me as he doused his seed into 1,2,3,4,5 ropes and his cock twiched like the last vulgar tremors of a man's transformation to a monster

[AdmiralPiet]

@Labaal

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[Labaal]

Hey y'all since this is my first story I hope y'all like it
The grammar might be at times a bit wonky
(I wanted to finish this as fast as I could ) aand I started writing this at nine in the morning occasionally picking it back up throughout the day finally finishing it at 5:30 (what a nice coincidence) ,this is not a one shot story though it certainly can be read as one . I wish to fully flesh out Sam's (fmc) character throughout the story (not just Sam's flesh)
And I am free to take questions on my thought process and ideas I had while writing this
Big thanks to @Claire for inspiring the story and I hope they won't take offense for using one of their characters in my story/universe

One final thing no AI was used to write this story

[Labaal]

@AdmiralPiet
Woops forgive me. I think I've made all the necessary changes if there's any more please do tell

[Shocker]

I think this was a rather visceral look at the world of prostitution, and I enjoyed reading your story quite a bit.

[Labaal]

I think this was a rather visceral look at the world of prostitution, and I enjoyed reading your story quite a bit.

Thanks a lot if I may ask what part of the story did you like the most
In terms of 1) spice
2)story
3) characterization

[Shocker]

I think this was a rather visceral look at the world of prostitution, and I enjoyed reading your story quite a bit.

Thanks a lot if I may ask what part of the story did you like the most
In terms of 1) spice
2)story
3) characterization

I liked how you started Sam out all jaded, though I think you need to check the line about her body being all math, I have a strong feeling there is something missing for that sentence to fully work. Sam evidently doesn’t mind how she serves clients, as long as she gets paid, also having clear rules on overtime payments. Yet this story takes her from somebody accepting the use of her body, to a victim entirely at the mercy of the werwolf.

What makes the story a bit odd, is that she has no safety net in place, I’m aware that this is necessary for this story to work. But ultimately that is what pimps do provide, Sam might work entirely on her own, but that would make her a prime target for a repetition of the events in this story.

I think the story has quite a lot of spice going, but I would be amiss to not point out that there are some jarring changes in speed in the story. Getting Sam on her Back and sans panties takes 30 seconds. Which is clearly the sign of a domineering and impatient man, yet he then stops to lick her for a few minutes, rather halfhearted. Either he enjoys eating her out, then I would have expected that part to be more intense and ferocious based on his characterization, or he doesn’t care for it but then he wouldn’t even start it.

When it comes to characterization, I largely like what you have done, it wouldn’t have hurt getting a little bit more insight into Sam, as things to begin to unrail for her. But what you did is good.

[Labaal]

Chapter 2 hell had stopped burning

Hell had stopped burning he had left uncuffing my hands and tossing a 50$ bill into the tip payment jar on the bedstand. The face of President Grant stared proudly back from his glass container.

"What would he make of this,a man so immensely responsible for emancipating so many from their chains being used to accord this transaction and being the proverbial middleman for the ravaging of my chained body"

That was my conscience speaking,my mind had learned to keep it quiet dampen its complaints at the enjoyment of things that I ought not enjoy and endurance for things that no one should be forced to endure. For a moment I closed my eyes, I was alive,I survived, I thought to myself, the broken pieces of myself I picked up, assembled them back to their contingent places.

I worked at a daycare once, janitorial staff. My one memory from that place was putting together a broken vase and not being able to hold it in place as they had run out of glue, at the end I had resolved to just leave it there,still unfixed. I remember this incident because a broken piece had fallen from the the table and cut open the sole of a little boy. I was fired on the spot,that was the last "real" job I held or....couldn't hold . Today I was both the broken vase and the janitor that failed to hold it together,assembled but still shattered was the name of my current condition. Whatever glue was needed,whatever emotion necessary to restore it completely to keep it me together was missing,not currently in stock.


I fluttered my eyes open again,it was as if my brain had reconnected to the rest of my body,my mind had been restored to its throne and the voice of conscience receded behind its silent curtains , I was still catatonic my knees angled to a point whereby my butt faced the ceiling and my head rested against the bed making my body kowtow towards the headboard along with my newly freed hands which were wine red with a bruises around my wrists.

"FIRE,FIRE,FIRE" my mind rattled out,the one word it knew how to repeat,and as if a commanding officer had ordered his troops all the pains that receded to the crevices of my consciousness rushed back to ambush me in concert,my knees gave out under me making me slump forward,my lungs filled with air just to heave it all out seconds later,my throat coughed up phlegmy acidic bile that tasted of sperm,tears volunteered to boil out of my eyes like passengers jumping of a sinking ship,my throat,breasts,vagina asshole and every part he assaulted me in screamed in pain as if they had been scraped repeatedly against sandpaper.

As my breasts met the bed I winced in pain and I flipped my body onto my back, I faced ceiling fan sprawling my limbs out to restore mobility and so I could flee the neurons feeding pain to those places again, my back arched and I settled back,my heavy heaving subsiding to silent sobs with only the noise left being my heart punching through attempting to jail break.

He had gone over 15 minutes his allotted time, another 2-3 minutes I spent recuperating or stuck in a drowsy stupor,the next client had already received the key to access my room and waited for me sitting on the maroon couch,his maroon sweater blended into the furry texture of the couch and from the distance I looked at from I could only see his disembodied and balding head.

Oh right! Who is the client ? He is Robert 'bob' a car mechanic who worked from his personal garage. He was someone I would hesitantly slot in the sad sack section of my clientele , hesitantly because even though his wife of 30 years had passed a year ago,around the same time I had settled into prostitution and he had no next of kin to take care of or to be cared by . However that give him a new found freedom which allowed him to let go of his inhibitions,he was rather unapologetic about being a client of mine and showed no signs of being indecisive or oystered in expressing his desires or practicing them on me, even so he was paradoxical his first time with me was awkward,he only wanted to dance slowly with me,he was not overly large but still stubby and his hug smothered my lanky and mostly naked body in a fuzzy bear hug as we both swayed dispassionately to some elvis song,it was clear he held a deep longing for actual romance but could never attain it he liked to fondle my breasts kiss and lick them holding me tightly to his body,he liked to see me naked though not fully so,he ordered me to wear an open bra and bottomless panties,he even decided to buy me a cream colored set of them which he said "matched your woolly blond hair" on his 56th birthday, I try not to know too much about my clients, I only wanted their money not their emotions, trauma,or biography but since he was one of my earliest he enjoyed the unique pleasure of having a session at his own home,his own garage actually,

I remember him bending me over onto the orange hood of his Ford pickup truck and taking me there his shaft was surprisingly thick even if his dick was on the smaller side, I moaned throughout as he piatoned in and out of me,happy to perform for him which he greatly enjoyed . After about 8 minutes he pulled out and came on back pressing his member onto my buttcheek to unload his final two volleys,his cum flowed down my legs and thighs which we wiped away with a grey muffler, I only accepted such an offer as he paid me 500$ dollars,to this day my biggest payout!! . He also allowed me to have dinner,sleep at his home overnight in a seperate bed and eat breakfast before driving me home for the weekend.

He was a frequent visitor, arriving atleast twice a month and could be relied upon as a moderate source of income even on days where no one else visited ,we were used to each other he practiced his kinks, positions,fantasies etc sometimes bringing in my dealer to fuck me instead as he watched from the very same maroon couch, he never took liberties with me and I retained a certain sense of control and authority around him, my head faced the window I swung it around panning to see if he had brought someone else thankfully not, I was too overwhelmed to imagine anymore action of any kind and I just wanted to drift of into a long endless sleep.

I felt mildly at ease knowing he was the only one in the room,he approached the bed cautiously crawling onto my side, grabbing a tissue in hand with a slight look of concern at the state of me, he wiped away the tears still flowing from my eyes unbeknownst to me also wiping away the sticky residue of Mark's sperm that still stuck to my face. He then lowered his head towards me planting his lips on my own , gently kissing me and raking his tongue against my teeth my tongue met his briefly engaging in a delicate dance. A few moments later,he pulled away seemingly surprised at his own initiative, putting an end to the brief pastiche of intimacy between us. He pulled back and stood over me with one knee atop the bed

"Robert" I called out raising my voice to slightly more authoritative register

"Ummm...could we....not..today"

"Not what" he said a bit bewildered presumably by the vagueness of my question and the fact that I called him Robert instead of 'Bob'

"Not..do it..not do anything, in fact." I closed my eyes and settled my head back

into the pillow "as you can see , I'm-I'm a bit too tired"

"Yeah, yeah" he added in his characteristically low tone "you look as if a hurricane had hit ya" he ended giving a half smirk that ended as quickly as it began

"you don't need to pay me this session take,d-do whatever else you want with the radio,or put on the tv. Maybe I feel a bit better later in the hour we could work something out" my weak voice petered out too wimpish to even make a false promise

"Y-yeah,yeah,yea sure, we'll work it out yea." he said bobbing his head ,lowering his head briefly and cocking it back up again."yeah alright I'll go..umm..turn on the radio and..mm..listen to some music,yea"

He turned back to head towards the radio, walking in an equally cautious tempo to the bedstand as when he climbed onto the bed.

"Hey Bob" I called out probing a response
"Could you please lift me and take me to the bath tub, I nee-need to bathe, I need water" now I was just babbling out a list of the first base desires that came to me and needed fulfilling.

"Yea sure"
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[Labaal]

I think this was a rather visceral look at the world of prostitution, and I enjoyed reading your story quite a bit.

Thanks a lot if I may ask what part of the story did you like the most
In terms of 1) spice
2)story
3) characterization

I liked how you started Sam out all jaded, though I think you need to check the line about her body being all math, I have a strong feeling there is something missing for that sentence to fully work. Sam evidently doesn’t mind how she serves clients, as long as she gets paid, also having clear rules on overtime payments. Yet this story takes her from somebody accepting the use of her body, to a victim entirely at the mercy of the werwolf.

What makes the story a bit odd, is that she has no safety net in place, I’m aware that this is necessary for this story to work. But ultimately that is what pimps do provide, Sam might work entirely on her own, but that would make her a prime target for a repetition of the events in this story.

I think the story has quite a lot of spice going, but I would be amiss to not point out that there are some jarring changes in speed in the story. Getting Sam on her Back and sans panties takes 30 seconds. Which is clearly the sign of a domineering and impatient man, yet he then stops to lick her for a few minutes, rather halfhearted. Either he enjoys eating her out, then I would have expected that part to be more intense and ferocious based on his characterization, or he doesn’t care for it but then he wouldn’t even start it.

When it comes to characterization, I largely like what you have done, it wouldn’t have hurt getting a little bit more insight into Sam, as things to begin to unrail for her. But what you did is good.

In regards to your feedback firstly

Thanks a lot I'm glad you enjoyed it

Secondly in regards to mark (it is supposed to be the same one from Claire's record chaser ) and his odd behaviour I wished to portray him as an animal always convulsing and changing pace every few minutes that's why you may see a lot animal,related metaphors when I describe his actions (the mosquito,anteater,wolf, snapping turtle) all of them are also predatory animals his main motive is not a sexual one but a series of escalating power plays meant to unnerve and discombobulate his victim,the final release is just a means to an end

Though I do get your critique and I may go back edit,and lengthen some of the segments so the pacing doesn't seem too janky

Also I just posted part 1 of chapter 2 which goes far deeper into the characterizing Sam though it's certainly not jam packed with smut like the first certainly not non-con

[RapeU]

It's interesting to see Mark from RC appear in another writer's story. I've used Mark in two different stories myself, and his extreme behavior feels right on the nose here, especially given that he knows Sam doesn't really have anywhere to turn or anyone likely to help her.

There were a few formatting things that were different and unique. I'm not used to strikethrough text in stories and the word "knew" slightly hovering from the rest of the line was interesting. Personally I don't know whether or not I like it, but I will say that it does the job well and I think you should keep doing it this way to preserve your unique style.

At the end of Chapter 2, I find myself wondering what happens to Sam next rather than simply wondering what the next client will be like, and I think that's a good sign for the direction the story is heading.