Ch 03 L A

After my interaction with Mr. Close, I felt like an empowered woman. After paying down the minimum payments on my credit cards, I had $11,387 in my savings account and was ready to start the next chapter of my life. I packed up my belongings, sold off my furniture and moved to L.A. to live with Jodi. I was so excited I could barely contain myself.

The trip was uneventful, but I was so excited for a fresh start. When I got there I learned that life was actually very difficult for Jodi and not as fun as her instagram made it seem.

Jodi was always posting pics and reels of her on beautiful yachts and in stunning hotels. The reality was that it was all for show. In some cases, Jodi would have to pay for the opportunity to take pictures in some of these locations. Almost none of it was real. Jodi says these days actresses have to promote themselves, and it's almost a full time job. Jodi also does cam work which she says pays well, but producing new content is a constant grind.

Occasionally Jodi will do a movie that does well and she'll get a share of the revenue, but she said that she doesn't want it to do too well, because then her family might find out what she does for a living. They think she's an accountant, which I find funny.

I told Jodi about my experience and she said I was incredibly lucky to have met Penny. "The most I've ever made in a day was $6000," said Jodi. "And you wouldn't believe what I had to do for that! I had to take 5 cocks, and pretend I liked it! It was horrible. My asshole hurt for a full week afterwards."

I was trying to get myself established in L.A., but life was even more expensive than it was back in Chicago. I was running out of money and the waitressing job I had was out near the airport. There was nothing glamorous about L.A. and even Jodi was thinking of leaving. She would have left if she could, but she borrowed $15,000 to get her headshots and acting portfolio together. The whole thing was a scam. She would have to work another 6 months at least to pay back that debt. And then where would she go? Penny was right. Once you do porn there's nowhere else to go. She was trapped.

I didn't want that to happen to me, but I couldn't stop thinking about my experience with Penny and Mr. Close. I couldn't believe how much money I had made, in just one evening.

I continued waitressing and saving money hoping that an opportunity would present itself. I often went to Penny's website: pennysplumbingservices.com just to poke around. The website was classy but didn't actually mention anything about the services it provides, nor did it offer any contact info. There was only a small form at the bottom for people to get in touch. I had filled out the form many times but never pressed send. I wanted to see Penny again but I wasn't sure why. Maybe I could do it all again? Even though I was ashamed, it was the most exciting thing I had ever done, by far. And the money was incredible!

Things between Jodi and I weren't great either. She had a new boyfriend that kept trying to pressure me to get into the industry. Carl was his name, and he was also Jodi's agent. Jodi had told him about my one job and he said I was a 'unicorn', but it made sense because I was so much 'hotter' than Jodi was. He was never very nice to Jodi.

He said it's rare to find someone as beautiful as me in the industry. I didn't believe him of course. I knew he would say anything to get my clothes off. He just wanted his commission. He also offered to loan me money to get some professional headshots together, but I knew better than to get involved with him. He was gross and I had zero interest in working with him. He disgusted me. I really didn't like the idea of getting involved in the industry, but on the other hand I felt that something had woken inside of me. I started frequenting nightclubs and meeting men and women of all types, and I was spending much more money than I was making. After a while I was nearly out of cash, so I had to reign in my lifestyle a bit.

I started visiting porn sites more frequently and I would fantasize about being the submissive woman in many of the scenes. I think if Penny hadn't walked through the diner door I might have succumbed and went to work with Carl and Jodi. The way I see it, Penny saved me from that life.

A few months had passed and one night during my shift Penny appeared before me. I couldn't believe my eyes. She looked gorgeous! I've never considered myself a lesbian but I would definitely sleep with her. I would let her do all sorts of things to me in fact.

Penny walked over with such confidence and took a seat at a booth. I didn't realise but my mouth was agape. "You look shocked. Close your mouth dear," said Penny.

"I didn't think I would see you again!"

"Well I knew I would see you. And I know you've visited my website about a dozen times, but never found enough courage to click 'send' on the contact form."

"How? How did you find me?"

"That really doesn't matter. How are you? I see you're still waitressing, so you must enjoy it," said Penny.

"It's ok. I haven't stopped thinking about what we did together back in Chicago."

"I'm glad to hear that, and that's why I'm here actually. Mr. Close was very impressed with you and has recommended your services to a friend of his."

"Which services exactly? The same thing again? I don't really have a specialty," I said.

"Ah, so you're interested. Wonderful. My client, Mr Pink, is into watersports and golden showers. He's asked for 4 hours of your time. You would be naked, bound and placed inside a bathroom during his dinner party. And for 4 hours you would be expected to drink the urine of any guest that decides to use the bathroom."

"Oh my god! That is so disgusting! There's no way I could do it."

"Yes you could. I know you could. You've barely scratched the surface of what you're capable of. And I should let you know, this gig pays 20 thousand."

"Twenty!? Who are these people? Who has that kind of money to waste?"

"It's not a waste dear. When you're as rich as Mr. Pink, this amount means nothing. He wants to shock and entertain his guests, and what better way to do that than by providing human urinals for his dinner party."

"I can't do it, I'm so sorry," I said.

"It's unfortunate but I thought you might say that. It's no trouble. I have a long list of candidates I can call."

"Wait. Is there anything else I could do? I could do what we did last time."

"Sorry honey, you're no longer an industry virgin. That was your introductory offer. Mr Close gets off on the embarrassment and the fresh face. Anyway, maybe I was wrong about you. And besides, Mr Pink wanted my assurance that you could actually swallow a stream of piss. He would be very disappointed on the day if you quit at the first drop of urine."

I really need that money. Twenty thousand is a massive amount for someone like me. But drinking piss, ugh, that's so disgusting! Maybe I could do it just one time, and I could go back to school. What's the worst that could happen? I could take courses in psychology, like I always wanted. Maybe it won't be so bad, and it's just once. I never have to do it again.

"Well how could I know? I'm not going to drink my own," I said. "Or some strangers for the matter."

"No, no. Of course not. You would drink mine," said Penny straight-faced.

My vagina started to tingle, which surprised me. I laughed inside. Maybe I was into drinking piss. More likely it was the thought that I would see Penny's pussy again. "Drink yours? Really? How would that even work?"

"Jessie, listen. I know you're attracted to me. I also know you don't see yourself as a lesbian. You're wondering, 'why do I feel this way?' I'll tell you. You have repressed sexual submissive syndrome. I know this because I've met many women like you before. It's my skill and it's why my clients pay me generous commissions. I know all the signs. You're single and very attractive. You're shy, but curious. You've moved around a lot and you're unable to focus and build a career. You deny yourself happiness subconsciously because you deny your true calling, the one thing that will make you happy. It's why you dropped out of college. You probably think you'll go back to school one day, maybe study law or perhaps psychology. But you won't. You continue to sabotage your own future by moving around and never committing to anything. And it's because you have a primal need to serve, and that need has never been satisfied. And I'm here to help you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It felt like she was seeing deep into my soul. I broke down into tears. Just then my manager came over to ask if everything was ok. I wiped my tears away and said "yes, sorry Tom. I'm fine. I'll get back to work."

"Ok, is she causing you problems?" he asked with genuine concern.

"No, no. This is Penny. She's here to help me actually," I said, not sure what else I would say at this point if asked. Penny never took her eyes off me and was completely unconcerned with my boss standing there. Thankfully the conversation ended there.

"Ok, the table of 6 are looking for their bill and table 22 is ready to order," said Tom and then walked off.

"Listen, I don't need to know right now. Here, this is where I'm staying," she said, handing me a piece of paper with her hotel address and room number. "I'm flying out tomorrow at 4. If you want to keep talking, come by my room at 1 and you can drive me to the airport. And if you do come, come thirsty, and we'll see if I'm right and you really are a piss whore!" she said with a devious smile.

Penny then got up to leave heading for the door. I was fixated on her and couldn't look away. She looked over her shoulder and said "1 o'clock, don't be late," and walked out.

I didn't sleep a wink when I got home. I wanked 3 times trying to coax myself to sleep, each time trying to picture hunky guys taking me in all types of situations, but my mind kept floating back to Penny. She would grab me and dominate me by straddling my face, pummeling me from behind with huge strapons, and then finally in the strangest fantasy she was sitting her ass directly on my face while she was absentmindedly having her breakfast.

The next morning was difficult. I kept going over what she had said in my head. She had to be wrong. I decided to test myself. I visited about a dozen pissing porn sites and asked myself if I could actually do what I was seeing. The answer was always no, but then I thought of how I would feel if Penny asked me to, and it was almost always yes. If she wanted to fuck my ass with a strap on, I would do it. If she wanted to humiliate me in public, for her, I would do it. If she wanted me to get fucked in a gangbang, I would do it. If she wanted me to drink her piss, I think I would do it! It was such a scary feeling knowing this, and I was even more scared to let her find out. The question I needed to answer was if she asked me to drink someone else's piss, would I do it. And I think the answer is yes. So I decided right then to see where this takes me. I was almost out of money and I was ready for a change.

I showed up to her hotel on time. I was wearing something I thought looked sexy, which was a tight skirt that barely covered my ass, heels and a cute top that showed deep cleavage.

I knocked on the door of her suite and when she opened it, she was completely naked. I was gobsmacked and my pussy started to get wet instantly. "Hello Jessie. Glad you could make it! I'm busting for a piss. Care to join me in the bathroom?"

"Oh my. Hi Miss Penny. You look, well, you look amazing. You're so gorgeous." She had such amazing skin. Her pussy was almost completely shaved, with a small little tuft of hair at the top. She was perfectly toned and I could tell she worked hard to maintain her physique.

"Honey, you're sweet, but I really need to go. Are we doing this or is it not for you?"

"Ok, ok, I can do it. Let's go," I said trying to psych myself up, I followed her into the bathroom. Her ass was incredible and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

We got to the bathroom and it was spacious with large tiles on the floor and walls, and wood accents for hooks, mirrors and cabinetry. For some reason it seemed really inappropriate to be doing something so repulsive in such a beautiful space.

"Now I need to know that you're not going to make a mess. You need to drink it all, but I will go slow to make sure you can keep up. Ready to drink my piss darling? I've been holding it since breakfast and I've had a few coffees and glasses of water to make sure there's plenty for you."

"Ok, um, where's the glass?" I asked. I thought I would drink it like Mr. Close did.

"I don't need a glass, and if we need to see if you can swallow a stream of piss, not a glass of piss," she said. "Are you ready, my dear?"

"Yes Miss Penny, what should I do?"

"Lie down on the floor. Keep your clothes on. It will give you extra incentive to keep things tidy. It would be a bit embarrassing to be in public with a piss soaked top."

I didn't think of that. I had better be careful. I laid down on the tiles. They were cold, but I barely noticed. My head was buzzing with the thought of what I was about to do. "Are you ready?" asked Penny.

"Yes Miss Penny. Please go slow."

Penny then straddled my head and lowered herself down. She was facing forwards so she could look me in the eyes. This made me feel so embarrassed to have her watch me, I could hardly stand it. Then she said gently "open up Jessie, I promise I'll go slow."

She started pissing in my mouth, and I started to drink as fast as I could. This was the first time I had ever tasted piss, and it was exactly as I expected. It was gross and I started to splutter. It was going everywhere. I can't do this, I thought to myself.

Penny raised herself up and looked down at me. "It's not easy, I can't imagine doing what you're doing. It's honestly disgusting and I would never do it! But, 20 thousand is a lot of money. So it's up to you. Do we keep going?" she asked.

She looked beautiful standing there. I was captivated, and repulsed. "Yes, I'll try again," I heard myself say.

She lowered her gorgeous ass down to my mouth and I promised myself I could swallow this time and make her proud. She let out a small stream of piss and I caught in and gulped it down. It was just as vile as the first time but my resolve was much stronger. I felt I could actually do this, and I knew Miss Penny would be proud of me.

She continued to let out small squirts and I continued to gulp each one down, fighting the urge to vomit. Strangely it wasn't the taste that was making me feel sick, but the knowledge of what I was actually doing.

I must have swallowed about a pint of piss in the end, or in other terms, about 20 mouthfuls. It's hard to know. One thing I did learn about myself through this experience is that I'm a depraved pervert. I was utterly humiliated and embarrassed yet incredibly wet and so turned on I could barely cope. I said "Miss Penny, please, would it be ok if I were to, um. I think I desperately need to cum. I'm right on the edge."

"Oh, of course dear. I can help you with just one little condition. I would like you to clean out my asshole at the same time. Would you mind?"

"You want... I mean, I should help you. How can I help with that?" I asked.

"With your tongue of course! Here, I'll just take a seat on your face and you can get to work. But of course, if that's too intimate for you, I understand. You can finish yourself off alone, I don't mind."

"No, of course. Please, sit on my face," I said, not actually believing those words came out of my mouth. I was about to experience the strangest fantasy I had from earlier this morning.

Penny sat down with her asshole directly on my mouth. "Please probe a bit deeper dear. I love a good asskisser! And away you go, get yourself off."

I pushed my tongue into her asshole as deep as I could. Shame washed over me. I was so desperate to cum that I had my tongue buried inside a woman's ass. Not just any woman's ass mind you. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and it was honestly a privilege. After about 13 seconds I came harder than I had ever before in my life. And in that moment I knew I had given up my secret. Penny now owned me and she knew it.