Teen Prostitute 101

Chapter 12

"Hey, I'm...Eva" I had to almost yell because he wasn't in his office, the place I was directed to.
"Yo, asshole, come out" I yelled down the halls and up the stairs. What was this, fuckin hide and seek?

I peered into many rooms, looking for this "Mr. Jameson". Seeing as I couldn't find him, I decided to poke around some rooms. I opened the second door to my left. Grey carpets and brown walls, with a corner desk in, you guessed it, the corner. Two imposing bookcases to either side were rammed full with heavy leathery old novels and personal recollections, like photo albums and notebooks. I fingered them, letting my hand run across their backs. I picked one out at random. A notebook.
On the 4th or 5th page the writing started, black cursive writing that was written in very inky ink. Not biro.

Jenna Reid
21
Receptionist
$22,000/year inc. board
34DD
Brunette

The last two struck me as rather odd notes, but from a man who is about to buy my virginity, I'm not really judging. Maybe they double up as models or shit. It said she was a receptionist.
Hey, maybe she was the receptionist I saw earlier? She was a brunette.

This is getting creepy.

Then I heard something to make me stop in my tracks.

A piercing scream. A woman's scream. Then heavy moaning.
Lots of heavy moaning.
I was about to go back downstairs when I heard the scream again. It filled everything around with sound.
"What's going on?!" I yelled out to the woman.

Silence.

"Seriously, whatever's going on, it's freaking me out. Can you at least come out?" I negotiated with the air.

I opened the nearest door to me, because something on it caught my eye. Blood on the door handle, brown smudges.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw, the images in front of me. A man, perhaps 20-30, with a naked woman on his lap.
He had a whip in his hand, and her backside was bleeding and torn to shreds. So was her thighs, and her lower back.
"That's it, Jenna, now soon I'm going to fûck your little shredded puśsy, okay?"

This was Jenna Reid!

She went to try and talk back to his foul comment. "Okay Si-"
She couldn't finish because he clamped her mouth and signalled for her to flip over. She did so, and he used the whip to whip her vagina. Hard. She was crying.
"This is what happens to girls who don't listen to their Master. Now spread your fat legs to me!"
She did as she was told and I watched in horror as he pulled his black suit pants off, and his underwear, to reveal a massive boner. Ew ew ew ew ew!

I wanted to intervene, but I didn't want to be hurt like this.
"Now, whøre, I'm not going to use my dick. I understand you have only done it once before, yes? No, I'm not using myself. I'm using this."

And on cue he pulled out some sort of phallus shaped dildo. Except it was about 13 inches long. I couldn't bear to watch it, this was cruel and inhuman. But if I left, he would hear me. I was standing with my head peering out of the doorway where I wouldn't be seen.
"Now here's how we are going to play this. You will take it all in. And you will enjoy it. You will moan my name in pleasure as you ørgaśm. If you don't, I'll bring my friends in to gangbàñg you as I whip your little pùssŷ. Understood?"

She nodded in fear. I thought she was a receptionist, why was this happening? It didn't matter. I had to intervine. I drew a breath and stepped into the scene.

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Juicayyyyyy! Expect more scenes like this a few chapters in. After all, she is a prostitute. And it's her birthday soon! Please vote and comment for my story, I'd like 1,000 views by Christmas! (it's September 6th now). Love you's!

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