The $20 Whore

So yeah. After reading stories on here for probably 15 years I finally finished one of my own and posted it. POB (pat on the back) for me! Enjoy and good luck. If I suck, tell me I suck. If It was the best thing you've ever read, read better authors. If there was something I could do better, I'm all ears! Self edited over here, so just know I tried but that ADD is a bitch.

Story Notes

: So the MC and Allie have a very long and complicated history I'll get to at some point, but that story has been at 20k words three times already and I've deleted it every time because it sounds clunky. I had to get one out to get started, and this scene just sounded... hot. Everything is consensual. Everyone is of age. There's a lot of degradation by the MC, (Jamie), but it's encouraged by Allie and the horny little slut that she is underneath somewhere. This is a little vignette, side story. You won't know all the details but I'll get there, hopefully.

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I typed out the message to Allie while driving. Yeah, I know, texting and driving is bad, but there's levels. It was twilight, I was in the middle of nowhere on a road that stretched in a straight line from the Rockies to the Mississippi it seemed like, and I hadn't seen another car in 5 minutes, so yeah, I text Allie.

Last chance. We can just get together and have a normal good time together. Say the word.

I knew she wouldn't want to. She didn't enjoy 'normal' things. Things like our relationship, which may have seemed normal to outsiders, was anything but that. We tried having a normal relationship in High School. That didn't work so well.

She was a narcissist, self described but no one tried hard to disagree with her. She was tightly wound with type A personality and an all consuming need for control in every instance of her life. Her wardrobe, style and demeanor all reflected that. She was always dressed and made up perfectly. Her style was that of a young professional who knew how attractive she was and used that to her advantage, in a subtle and understated way. Outside of her closest friends, Allie wasn't cold, but she was aloof. The problems of the plebs didn't bother her. She wasn't afraid to let people know she was better than them while never saying it out loud.

I had a theory that the root of her 'issue' was the jealousy of her best friend and twin sister Morgan. Allie and Morgan had a great relationship. Their mom pitted them against each other, bitch. She introduced the girls as, "These are my daughters Allison and the golden child, Morgan." She said it as a joke because Allie's hair was lighter blonde, and Morgan's was a deeper, more golden blonde. It wasn't, but whatever.

I, along with our core group of friends, were the only people who knew there was actually a sweet, deeply insecure, naturally gorgeous young woman who put out a lot of bullshit misdirection to protect herself. It was a pain in the ass dealing with some of her issues, a lot of them she brought upon herself, but I loved the girl - platonically of course.

That's what we were. Platonic friends. Platonic friends who cared deeply for each other. And yeah, maybe sometimes sext each other. Sometimes meaning every day in that case. And then, when possible, we arranged cross country flights for any amount of time we could spend with each other and not be in love.

Friends.

God, I need a distraction from this train of thought!

I looked down at the speedometer, and backed off about five miles per hour. I was on a tight schedule, but I didn't need the hassle and more importantly the waste of time that would come with being pulled over. As I set the cruise control on the work truck I'd commandeered for this trip, with Chief's permission of course, I felt my phone vibrate signaling my text had been answered. I smirked when I remembered how Chief had immediately given me permission to use the truck once I told him Allie was coming to see me. I told him that I thought something was going on with the transmission in mine and needed a last minute ride that would get me to Dallas, where Alie was flying into. "Take the truck and fill it up from the tank in the yard before you go, but son, do not put that pretty girl into one of

MY

trucks without cleaning it first!" he warned. That wasn't the real reason I was taking the work truck, but he didn't need to know that.

I pulled out my phone and looked at the text from Allie. Surprise, surprise. Allie sent a selfie from the bathroom of the plane, naked.

I put my foot over the brake and canceled cruise control so I would slow down while I looked at Allie again. She's so fucking pretty, every time I see her I savor her image and memorize every detail because I'm terrified I won't see her again.

I guess I learned to do that from experience.

The only things Allie had on was a million watt smile, her completely useless glasses that looked professional and sexy as hell at the same time, and a black rubbery toy peeking out from between the crease between her thighs. What a good little fuck toy, I thought.

The girl. Not the vibrator.

Only then did I read the caption.

Daddy, I don't want to be normal with you.

I chuckled. I knew it was coming but still wanted to give her the option. Serves her right I guess.

The three dots I saw quickly became another line of text from Allie. It read

This is a mini vacation for me. I'm going to enjoy it.

Another text followed quickly.

Now, if you don't have anything else for me, I'm going to go find a way into the cockpit and blow the pilots so they'll get us there ahead of schedule. Kthxby

I checked the road and opened another app. The one connected to that little black piece of silicone between her legs and inside her pussy. I set the strength to a little higher than medium, seeing that she already had it set on low on her own, and tapped out a few strong pulses she would feel in just a few seconds. I put her vibrator back on the setting she previously had and opened up my messages and started a message for her.

Listen to me you horny little slut, if you get arrested for attempted hijacking I'm going to have the entire jail gang rape you.

I was halfway through typing the message to Allie when she sent another pic, this time of her turned around, her long and lean leg propped up on the counter of the small bathroom and her free hand not holding the phone was spreading her ass cheek and showing me her holes and below it a message.

Thank you daddy

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What a great fucking slut. My slut.

I stared hungrily for a second before another text came through.

If you watched and enjoyed it, it wouldn't be gang rape. Just a simple gang bang. I'd do anything for you.

I sat the phone down and sighed. I didn't know if she was lying. Her devotion was... complete and completely terrifying to me because I didn't deserve it! I was sure of it, but she was equally if not more so sure that I did deserve it. Not living up to her expectations scared me.

I wanted to be everything for her and knew I wasn't being enough. Hell, I was 1500 miles away from her most days. How the fuck could I possibly be anything more to her than someone she missed with that distance between us? Yeah, we'd talked about it and I'd said all this to her. She didn't care. When it came up, she dropped the whole slut facade, called me by my real name, Jamie, very rarely did in extreme circumstances only, and became the girl I grew up with for a moment. She told me I didn't have to be there physically every single day. She was a busy college girl who planned on conquering the world and didn't have time for a relationship with me or anyone. I just couldn't shut her out again. It nearly destroyed her when we barely spoke for 5 months. Just be open, honest, and indulge in her craziness that benefitted me most of the time she pointed out, and that was enough. For now.

We were a time bomb. An unavoidable explosion that I'd resigned myself to getting swallowed up by and burned in. She knew it too on some level, I think. We'd have to change at some point or redefine our relationship, but that was a problem for the future. We promised each other and the memory of my - fuck it - our girlfriend that we'd... we'd be us and enjoy each other. Life was going to hit us hard either way at some point, but I'd rather get hit with her.

I text Allie back.

Go sit down. You're landing soon. I'll text you where I'm parked. You better be dressed like I fucking told you to be, whore.

I got a text a few minutes later, enough time for her to get dressed and sit back in her seat, I figured.

Of course, Daddy.

She knew the 'Daddy' thing irked me, especially when I'd known her dad since I was twelve and he was a great guy who loved and supported both his daughters equally. But Allie said, and I had to agree to a lesser extent, it was kinky.

Looking at her, you'd never know she was as filthy as I knew her to be. She wasn't a slut. She wasn't a whore. I was the only guy she was sleeping with and had been for a while. I was pretty sure that during my grief induced celibacy I'd recently endured, she'd abstained as well in some sort of solidarity we never acknowledged with each other. But she was insanely horny. Rabbits looked at her and told her to tone it down a bit.

Sex was freeing for her. She could feel powerful, helpless, out of control, safe, and beautiful all at the same time, and for the cold hearted bitch she could come off as, it was a nice change of pace to get the warm and mushy feels of a one track minded, slutty, bimbo. In everyday life the girl had berated a Starbucks employee over a double instead of triple shot of espresso. During sex, I could say her holes were so fucking loose I could barely feel anything, and she would simply clench tighter, smile brighter, and cum harder.

With that in mind, I decided to add those five miles per hour back on the speedometer and get to the airport a little quicker.

I drove straight through to the airport, arriving twenty minutes before Allie's flight landed. My plans had all been laid and already set into motion. I parked the truck in the back corner of the covered deck, not far from the entrance but in the shadows away from traffic in a corner. I noted what section I was in, 2B, and looked a couple sections away and saw a sign for 2D. Close enough but far enough for my plan to work. I text Allie 2D deliberately.

I got out of the truck and headed for one of the pedestrian entrances to the deck across the drop off lanes from the terminal. Since I told her the wrong section, I figured she would use the other entrance, not the one I was standing in. I checked the time and saw it was nearly 11:00. I wanted to be able to keep an eye on her while she made her way to me, but didn't want her to see me.

I bounced against the concrete wall counting down the minutes until I saw her. She text me after standing there for not quite ten minutes.

Just deplaned. No baggage. Wasn't planning on wearing clothes for my Daddy lol. Be there soon.

The last few agonizing moments of waiting to see her were forgotten when she finally stepped out of the airport. Seeing her for the first time in two months was like staring at the sun after being in the dark for ages. I swear she glowed. I smiled from ear to ear and quickly tamped down the urge to just go to her. She'd enjoy my plan better.

I could tell she was excited too. There was a bounce in her normally unhurried elegant step and a quiet smile on her lips. I could hear the clip of her black stilettos on the asphalt as she walked across the road. She was wearing a black form fitting knit dress. She didn't show any cleavage. It clung tightly to her neck. Her shoulders were bare. The dress flowed down her body hugging it tightly around her curves and ended modestly but still sexy just above her knees. Her glasses she didn't need were on her face and her straight golden blonde hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail. She carried a large over the shoulder bag, but that was all she had. She didn't look like a twenty-three year old college senior with dreams of being a lawyer coming to see her out of town not-boyfriend for the weekend. She looked like a lawyer returning on a late flight from a business trip.

I pulled my hood up over my head and made my way back to my truck keeping an eye on the entrance she should be using while trying to stay behind columns and cars and keep myself hidden from her. She entered the deck and started making her way towards where my truck should have been parked, following the signs. She kept her head moving, looking for my truck and danger but finding neither. I reached my truck, discarded the hoodie and slipped quietly into the driver's seat, careful not to make a noise.

She reached the column with 2D on the sign and turned a slow circle, looking for the truck she'd ridden thousands of miles with me in. After taking a good look and not seeing what she was looking for, she pulled out her phone and text me.

Daddy? I'm at 2D.

I waited a minute, letting her stand there, before I honked the horn once. She looked in my direction and I flashed the lights one time. She slowly started walking in my direction. When she was about 10 spaces away, she saw the logo of the company I worked for and started walking a little more confidently, relief evident in her expression. She saw me sitting behind the wheel and smiled brighter than she did in the selfie she sent from the bathroom. I smiled slightly and winked, giving her a little something. I was not normally a winker, so she looked at me a little confused, but still smiling as she approached.

She went to the passenger side and tried the door. I looked at her and slowly tilted my head indicating she should come around. She got a curious look on her face but did as was asked of her. I opened my door and stepped out. When she was a step from me I held out my hand to take her bag. She handed it over as I sat it inside the truck. She stepped around the open door, where we were effectively hidden from traffic and passersby, right where I wanted us to be.

Without warning, I whirled on her and asked, "Can't you read?"

"Wha? I'm sorry?" she said clearly off balance. I never got to put her on her backfoot. This was so much fun and I had to run my hand through my beard to hide the smile on my face.

I recovered quickly and asked again, "Can you fucking read? I knew you were a dumb whore but fuck. I expected you to be able to fucking read directions." I said the first part slowly, as if talking to a child.

She put her head down trying to conceal her own smile from me but failing. She was starting to understand where this was going. She fake stuttered, "D.. Daddy, I got the message but it sa-."

I cut her off and growled, "So if you got the message I sent you, why didn't you come directly to me? I've been fucking waiting."

"Im sorry you've been waiting, but I got here as soon as I could and you sent-"

I reached up and grabbed her by the throat the way she taught me to and pushed her against the wall. I felt her sigh and vibrate with excitement as I said, "You went to the wrong spot because you're a dumb worthless fucking whore. Now, tell me why you went to the wrong spot."

I squeezed her neck and pushed her tighter against the wall. She tried to choke out the words but between the lack of oxygen and moaning coming out of her mouth she couldn't say anything until I eased up after a few seconds. "I'm a dumb fucking whore who can't read directions," she finally managed to say. She was smiling from ear to ear and had managed to hook one leg around mine and tried to pull me closer.

Now came my least favorite part of the night. I slapped her. Had this been a different time and place, Emily would have taken over telling me I was too soft, that she wasn't a person, just a fucktoy and you can't hurt fucktoys while Allie herself begged for another, but this was here and now and we were in the open already playing dangerously. I could deal with the public indecency charge we might get but I'd never forgive myself if I got an assault charge against her.

Allie came. Not a huge one, but I could tell it had worked by the way her body rolled once and then seized up before relaxing and looking at me with the intense fire in her gaze she got after she got her first orgasm out of the way. "And that's all you'll ever be. A dirty, slutty, cheap. Fucking. Whore."

I paused and eased off most of the pressure on the neck, keeping her in place but letting her breathe deeply and furiously. I ran my empty hand up her side and across her chest, cupping and groping her breasts. I slid my hand down her body and pulled her skirt up until it was just below her pussy and ass. I took a moment to admire her body that way. She was on fire, burning with desire for me, and I'd rarely seen her look sexier.

"At least you know how to dress. Sexy enough to be lusted after and conservative enough not to advertise that you have sex for money. Maybe you're not so stupid after all," I sneered.

"Oh fuuuuck. Thank you, Daddy," she moaned. "I'm glad you approve."

I took a second to look around and make sure no one else was in the area. I looked back at Allie and found her licking her lips slowly, begging me to continue.

I shamelessly groped her body some more, slid my hand under the hem of her dress and reached for her tits inside, dragging the fabric upwards and exposing her pussy and ass. The wonderful woman was still wearing her vibrator. I didn't know how she was able to keep it in without panties, but she did. "When did you put your toy in that filthy cunt?", I asked.

Her eyes rolled up slightly and her body tensed hearing the latest degradation from me, then straightened before answering, "Before I boarded in Atlanta."

I squeezed her left breast and her neck a little harder, then whispered, "You're telling me, that already worthless cunt has been stretched out for hours?"

She moaned quietly and her body went a little limp this time. I pressed my hips into her, trapping her against the wall and pulled my hand from her chest to her ass to support her as well as cop a feel. She nodded and moaned. "Mhmmm, but I swear Daddy, it's tighter than ever for you. I've been exercising so hard for you. My body is better than ever and it's yours. Please let me prove it to you. Fuck me!" she begged.

I roughly squeezed her ass and pressed my hip hard into her pussy as I 'disciplined' her for what I really thought was a perfect idea, but wouldn't go along with my plan. "Why the fuck should I put my cock in that filthy pussy that belongs to a whore fishing for compliments. If I want to compliment your perfect body, I'll do it when I want to, not before, got it?" She nodded and bit her lip as she ground her pussy on my thigh. I pressed my denim covered cock into her leg needing to feel it against her. We were being consumed by lust.

"The answer is that I'm not going to fuck your loose, dry, disgusting pussy." I let go of her ass and slid my hand between her cheeks. I found her always immaculately clean asshole and swirled my fingers over it a few times drawing a high pitched moan from Allie, and then moved my hand along towards her pussy. She was drenched, hotter than boiling magma, and the clenching muscles threatened to take off my finger as I thrust a digit into her making her moan deeply. Not surprising to find, but exactly the opposite of what I'd just described to her.

I looked around the parking deck. No sign of interlopers. Thank god for auxiliary airports, slow travel weekends, and late night flights. I reached back in the truck, grabbed the towel I'd already folded up and tossed it on the ground at her feet. I started pulling her down to her knees by her throat and spoke in an 'I guess I'll just have to make do with what I have' tone., "I will fuck your throat just like a pussy though. Can a dumb slut like you even tell the difference between her pussy and throat? I bet you don't even care as long as there's something filling them." I started pushing her down to her knees.