“Slut. Whore.” She spat at the mirror, her clit sending another thrill throughout her body.
She moaned at how sexy her reflection looked. The insult was an affirmation. Kelsey was a whore. She got off on being passed from stranger to stranger.
“You’re a stupid fucking cokewhore.” She told the slut in the mirror, widening her stance so she could really work her cunt.
“Work that cunt, whore!” She panted, feeling an orgasm rising.
“Dumb cunt!” She spat between ragged breaths. “Fucking whore!”
“FUCK YOOUUUUUUU!” She moaned as her pussy exploded into an orgasm. She collapsed onto the desk, using it as support as she sawed at her clit, the drug enhanced orgasm rocking her body.
She shuddered, hair in her face, as she let the orgasm roll over her. She moaned loudly, not giving two shits about the paper thin walls of the seedy motel.
She looked back up at the mirror as she recovered, laughing at the dumb bitch in the mirror. How fucked up did you have to be to get off telling yourself you’re a whore?
She spit at the mirror, just like her gross client did. Kelsey was a whore, through and through. She brought her hand up and licked her fingers clean, proving to her reflection that she would use and abuse herself just as readily as her clients would.
She smiled, this was her true self, and she loved it.
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The driver picked up a bubbly, freshly orgasmed Kelsey outside the shitty motel. He seemed in a rush, but Kelsey didn’t sweat it. She was looking forward to getting home and putting her plan in motion.
“Fuck it was busy today.” The driver said as he ripped out of the parking lot at a dangerous speed. His jaw was clenching, a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
He looked at Kelsey as he weaved through traffic, speeding. His eyes lingered, her skin glowing post-orgasm.
“Hey,” He said to her, getting her attention, “Suck my cock?”
Kelsey thought about it.
“Got any coke?” She asked.
“Yeah, I do.” He said, pulling his dick out of his sweatpants with his free hand.
Kelsey shrugged, figuring the only thing better than getting a little high was getting a lot high. The fact this was the exact opposite of her plan was pushed aside by easy opportunity. She bent over to the driver’s side seat, getting to work.
“Mmm, yeah suck that cock bitch.” He said as Kelsey got him hard with her mouth. The strip club her boss operated out of was on the other side of the city, so Kelsey had plenty of time to suck.
He was average sized, but wasn’t able to stay very hard for very long. She suspected he was as coked up as Kelsey wanted to be. But the softish dick allowed her to go throat deep, her nose tickled by his stubble of pubes. She moaned, genuinely enjoying the feeling of something sliding down her throat.
She’d throat him, making him hard, but he’d soften again as she continued to suck. It wasn’t unusual for Kelsey. She’d work her dealers’ cocks for a free piece, and they too had trouble staying hard.
It did mean that the driver lasted a long time, which Kelsey enjoyed. Giving head was one of the few things she was good at, and she could suck cock for hours.
They pulled into a private parking lot around the back of the Blue Toucan Gentleman’s Club, where Kelsey’s boss ran his escort service. Now that he was able to concentrate fully at the whore between his legs, the driver shifted his seat back and grabbed her head.
He became rough, fucking her throat and spitting demeaning insults at her. Kelsey thought about Johnny, not even paying attention to the driver. Johnny’s dick made her gag, stuffed her so full that Kelsey had cum like a maniac.
The driver popped, and Kelsey dutifully swallowed his load. More bitter than salty, not a lot of volume. She gave it a 2/10, the thought almost making her laugh. She forced herself not to- guys this coked up were unpredictable, and ruining his orgasm could only mean trouble.
He pushed her off, satisfied, looking like a man who believed he was a legendary rockstar. Kelsey didn’t even know his name. Still, he opened the glove box and pulled out a small baggy of white powder.
He quickly cut up two lines, one much bigger than the other. Kelsey rolled her eyes as he snorted up the fat line, before handing her the plate.
She snorted back her vice, feeling the rush immediately. Pure pleasure dripped in the back of her throat, and she gummed as much of the crumbs as possible.
The both of them were sniffing uncontrollably as they made their way into the club. Kelsey stumbled getting out of the car, laughing the high-pitched shriek of a coked up slut.
She entered the club feeling incredible, letting the lights and deep bass wash over her. She wanted to dance, but forced herself to focus. The coke was distracting her from Johnny. It just felt so good.
Kelsey fished out her bosses cut from her clutch before entering the office. She was just going to get in, pay her boss, and get out.
The coke had made the driver impatient, sniffing as uncontrollably as Kelsey, and he led her quickly into Tony’s office.
Tony Mazzarano was a big man in his fifties. Originally a connected guy out of Chicago, he ran coke and girls until the family business got taken down by the Feds. They had fucked up though, and Tony escaped getting included in the RICO case on a technicality.
With the business in shambles and cartels violently moving in, Tony got the fuck out of dodge. He ended up setting up shop at the Blue Toucan, starting from scratch as an independent entrepreneur.
He knew exactly what he was looking at when Kelsey and the driver entered the office. Both were off their rockers, poorly concealing just how fucked up they were.
The driver was a liability having this little self-control, he’d have to do something about that.
But Kelsey was an opportunity. He had assumed Kelsey had a bad habit when she started working for him. But seeing she was this deep, this quickly? He smelled money.
“Need anything else, boss?” The driver said, trying to act casual.
“Nah, go have a beer out front.” Tony replied, sounding perfectly casual.
“I have another girl to pick up.” The driver said.
“Don’t worry about it, I already sent Paulie. You’ve been doing good work, go relax out front, I think you’ve earned a little bonus after I finish up here.”
The driver nodded as if being praised was the just natural order of the world. Kelsey caught the brief flash of malice in Tony’s eyes as the driver turned though. It gave her the impression he wouldn’t enjoy the “bonus” Tony was going to give him.
Seeing how quickly that look of malice transformed into a warm, welcoming expression put Kelsey’s hair on end though. She sniffed nervously, under no illusions that this man saw right through her.
He laughed suddenly, a warm, rich rumble that managed to disarm Kelsey and send alarm bells ringing at the same time. She licked her lips as he beckoned her to him.
He had her sit on his lap, and she smiled at him as if he was a client. She presented the cash in hand. She wanted out of here as quickly as possible.
“You the new girl, eh?” Tony said, taking the cash and tossing it casually onto the desk. He had the predatory look that her clients sometimes had- as if he was imagining all the terrible things he could do to her young, nubile body.
Kelsey leaned forward, hoping to distract him with her assets.
“Hmmm,” Tony muttered, getting a good look. He grabbed her breasts over her dress.
“I’m not going to be disappointed when I count that, right?” Tony asked. He casually groped at her, not for pleasure it seemed, but to make it very clear who was in control.
Kelsey let out a soft moan, leaning into the control fantasy Tony was communicating.
“Yes, Daddy.” She said, gasping at his rough touch.
But it was an image of Johnny that flashed in her head when she said Daddy. She was confused at the thought. Johnny was just a mark. Someone to use, to control for her own purposes. The memory of his dick came unbidden, and she moaned softly at the thought.
“Mmmm, Daddy. I like that.” Tony said, reaching between her legs. “You really are something else, huh?”
He was surprised by how wet Kelsey was, her pussy purring just at the thought of her hung millionaire. Tony misattributed her slick slit to his own powers of persuasion, his ego taking the credit for the horny eighteen-year-old on his lap.
Kelsey felt Tony’s dick twitch in his pants. She ground into it, unable to stop herself fantasizing about Johnny.
“Get down.” Tony ordered, directing her on her knees and undoing his buckle. Kelsey made a happy little moan for his benefit as she prepared to suck yet another dick today.
Tony had fucked her when she first started working, he liked to try all the new girls. She had been a nervous wreck at the time, desperate for cash and ashamed at how low she was stooping to get it. He had been surprisingly tender, making her feel as comfortable as possible and taking it slow.
She realized now- as he forced her head down- that he had done it to suck her into the lifestyle. Make her first time hooking a positive experience, make it not so scary. The tenderness was gone now that she was committed.
“Take your tits out.” He commanded, and she complied without breaking the rhythm her mouth had over his dick. It was as fat as Johnny’s but not as long. Hard as a rock though, which Kelsey appreciated after the series of soft blowjob’s she had given today.
Tony drove all thoughts of Johnny out of her mind, using her like a proper whore, putting Kelsey through her paces.
She needed all her concentration to maintain breath control, to relax her throat, to manage gags. Long ropes of slobber oozed off her chin and onto her breasts. She was thankful he had told her to get her tits out, her dress would have been ruined.
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