It was 11am when BB and I got back into the car. I was exhausted, but satisfied at the same time. I had just fucked four guys, my husband's friends and one of their sons, I supposed I should feel like the whore BB was turning me into, but I didn't. Or maybe I did, but it was ok. I kinda liked it, but I wasn't about to tell BB that. I had thirteen hours to go and I was very much afraid of what he was going to ask me next.
BB turned to me as I got in the car, "where are you going cunt?"
"With you, Master."
"No you're not. I've never been with two women at once, I want you to go back in there and find me one. Here's my cell number, you've got one hour to find another slut to share for the night or I go right back to your husband and demand my money. Call me by noon and I'll tell you where I'm staying and make sure she's pretty. I don't want you bringing some dried up old hag. Here's $200, if the bitch costs more, you'll have to make up the difference. Now get back in there and find me some nice pussy!"
BB nearly pushed me out of the car and I barely had time to say, 'yes master', before he was peeling out of the parking lot. I turned to go back into the Pleasure Palace and saw that the bouncer was standing outside staring at me with a big shit-eating grin. "I guess he got what he came for," he said pointing to BB's fast receding car.
"Not hardly," I replied. "I gotta go speak to the manager."
"He's busy," tattoo boy said. "Why do you need him?"
"I gotta problem, that I hope he can help me with."
"I know all about your problem. Your boyfriend told us all about it, slut. How about you suck me off right here in the parking lot and if you do a good job we'll see about letting you talk to Chris."
I could see that there was no use in arguing. I was in the middle of nowhere and had less than an hour to find a girl. If I couldn't get back into the Palace I'd lose and BB would go back to my husband. The decision was easy to make. I dropped to my knees and unzipped tattoo boy's pants. His dick wasn't as big as Jason's but it was big enough. My mouth was sore from all the sucking I'd done already, but it fit right in with a little lubrication.
Tattoo boy leaned up against the wall while I bobbed up and down on his cock for all I was worth. I kept hoping that no one else would pull into the parking lot and at least I was spared that additional indignity.
"Come on bitch, take it all," he yelled as I obliged, deep-throating him. He began to grunt and thrust his hips forward to meet my mouth, a few seconds later I was unbuttoning my blouse so he could spew all over my tits. I didn't have long to wait; he yanked his cock out of my mouth and covered my tits with his hot cum.
As I started to get up, he pulled out a pen, "not so fast, slut, your boyfriend told us all about you." He then carefully wrote his name across my left tit, just above BB's. "Now you can go in, up the stairs, first door on your left."
I turned and went back into the building. I found the stairs quickly enough and as I climbed them I thought about what I was becoming. In less than twelve hours I had sucked off or fucked eight different men, including three of my hubby's best friends. My body was covered with their cum and their signatures, proof of the slut I'd become. Now I was on my way to pick up a woman that I was sure BB would make me satisfy as well. I was afraid that 'whore' didn't quite signify the enormity of what I'd become.
When I reached the top of the stairs I knocked on the first door on the left and entered. Inside the shady room were two men, an older guy behind a filthy desk and a much younger man dressed in a business suit. Before I could say anything the older guy said, "Aren't you the slut that BB brought in? The one he won in a poker game?"
I tried to smile, but my heart wasn't in it. "Yes, he won me for 24 hours."
"What do you want?"
I explained my situation as best I could, telling him I needed to find a young pretty, but submissive girl who was willing to take a little abuse. I wasn't sure how long BB would need her for, but the latest would be midnight. I had $200 to pay for her.
Both men started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
The man in the suit spoke up. "Honey, $200 wouldn't buy you more than an hour or two depending upon how popular the girl is. For what BB wants, it would be more like a thousand. We explained this to him earlier."
Suddenly I was pissed off. He'd known. Even before I fucked my hubby's friends, he'd known that I couldn't live up to his latest demand. He'd set me up to fail. I started to cry. It wasn't fair, I'd done everything that BB had asked, absolutely everything. For my troubles I'd been treated like a cheap whore, spanked so badly that my ass still felt like it was on fire and forced to fuck my husband's best friends, all of this and it was going to be for nothing.
The old guy behind the desk let me cry for a while and then said, "we might have a solution for you, if you're willing."
I looked up, trying to dry my tears. "I'll do anything. Anything, but please help me out."
He looked over at the guy in the suit, who nodded before he continued. "We know who you are, Linda. We know you're just a normal housewife, you work part-time and you're just trying to make the best of a bad situation. We also know that you're special, that any normal woman couldn't have done the things you've done. We know. BB showed us pictures." I was beyond being shocked anymore. I just nodded my head and listened to what he had to say. "We've got a solution. We'll sell you Laci, she's everything you asked for and we'll sell her to you for the night, but you've got to do something for us." I was still listening, nodding as they spoke, but aware that the hammer was going to fall. These type of people didn't do anything for charity.
"What we propose is this," the suit picked up where the old man had left off, "We give you Laci until midnight, but with the following conditions: 1-You come to work for us for a week, noon to midnight, the horny housewife stripping for us on stage. 2-All tips you make come back to us. 3-There is a party next Friday night, a very special party where anything goes, you're the entertainment, and we do mean anything goes. 4- You suck us both off right now, if you do a good job, we give you Laci, if not all bets are off. Deal?"
I could do the stripping, the thought even turned me on a little, but there was the added danger that Frank or one of our friends might be in the audience one night, but it was the party that had me scared. I knew what they meant, I'd be a whore again for the night and a party meant a lot of men. Could I do it?
"It's 11:30 now, Linda. You've got to make up your mind right now."
I did. I walked over to the guy in the suit and knelt down and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang to life and I started sucking like my life depended upon it. In a strange way it did. Mr. Suit only took a couple of minutes to cum, which he unloaded in my hair, but the old guy took much longer. He'd already fucked someone earlier today; I could taste her on his cock. I had to deep throat him and play with his balls before he was ready to unload all over my face. Then with their cum still dripping down me I let them both sign my body. BB had told them everything.
"You're good," said the suit when he finished signing. "You'll be a hit at the party, but I must warn you some of those guys get a little rough." I pulled up my skirt and showed them the welts on my ass. "I can handle it."
"Good, we'll go get Laci."
The suit got up and went down the stairs while the old guy offered me a tissue to clean myself up with. "Thanks, but no. BB wants to see me this way. He likes to humiliate me."
"And you like it a bit too, don't you."
My face reddened, but I nodded.
The suit was back in a few minutes with Lace in tow. I knew immediately that BB would like her, she was pretty in a sluttish sort of way and had a figure that wouldn't quit. She balked however when she saw me, "that skank? Look at her she's covered in cum."
For some reason her words hurt more than anything anyone else had called me. Skank.
