I encourage you to read chapters 1 thru 8 before reading chapter 9. But it's your call!
On Friday I met Mr. Fick at the shopping center and went back to the same motel. Again, he took me to a room he had already rented. Once inside he sat down in a chair as I sat on the bed wondering what he had planned for me.
"Well Jen, your pictures came out great," he said with a pleased expression. "I think you will like them," he added smiling as he handed me a folder.
I opened it and began to look through the stack of pictures that were inside. I stared at each one stunned as if I hadn't even been there when they were taken. I couldn't believe they were of me, each one more pornographic than the previous one. He noticed my concern.
"Don't worry hon, no one's going to see them. Now, I could sell them for a lot of money, and maybe we will later if you want, but we can make a hell of a lot more in other ways right now," he said still beaming from ear to ear.
I looked at him questioningly, "What do you mean?" I asked perplexed.
"I have 'friends' that would love to be with a pretty young girl like you and if your nice to them you can make us both a lot of money," he proposed.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing and sat there dumbfounded for a second.
"You want me to have sex with them for money?" I cried in disbelief.
"Well yeah, it's better than giving it away like you do now," he argued.
I didn't respond and just sat there in silence.
"He's right," I thought suddenly feeling humbled by the demeaning description of my admittedly slutty behavior over the past year. My self esteem at a all time low and my pride all but gone I looked at him with renewed strength.
"How much do I get?" I asked.
"We'll charge according to what they want, but you get half of what we make before expenses," he explained.
I didn't understand what that meant and he explained how we would charge and that we would split the money. He would pay for the room out of his half. I suspect he had something worked out with the manager of the motel.
"So are we going into business or what?" he asked.
The money sounded great. If I made enough I could move out of my parents' house away from my sicko of a stepfather. I looked up at him with renewed confidence nodding, "yeah, I'll do it," I agreed.
"OK then," he smiled. "We can start today, shall I make a few calls?" he asked. As if in a daze I just nodded and then looked up at him,
"Why not," I answered sarcastically.
He went out to the pay phone to make his calls as I remained sitting on the bed looking at my pictures contemplating what I was about to do. I stared at the picture of me playing with myself and saw the excitement in my eyes. I looked so hot, boldly masturbating for the camera and obviously loving it. In the next picture I was sitting on the floor smiling happily with cum dripping down my face.
"I'm such a whore," I giggled.
The door flew open and Mr. Fick entered looking very pleased.
"Our first client will be here in fifteen minutes," he announced proudly.
I returned his enthusiasm with a weak smile realizing that Mr. Fick was serious and I was going to be with a strange man in just a few minutes, a man that was going to pay me to have sex with him. As I nervously contemplated what was about to happen I noticed Mr. Fick observing me critically.
"Jen take off those jeans and the shirt - you'll look sexier that way," he insisted.
