Valerie had just received the fucking of her life. And unbelievably she was still horny. Pulling off the skimpy leather outfit she had on Valerie spread her legs wide on the big car seat. Dressed only in a pair of six-inch stilettos her hand found her pussy still dripping with the copious amounts of sperm that had been deposited there earlier. As her other hand began kneading her voluptuous breasts, her thoughts flashed back to previous evening as if it were a lifetime away and replayed the sequence of events that led to her being naked in the backseat of a car unabashedly masturbating herself.
Valerie was dragging on her umpteenth cigarette. She could feel the loud music thump away inside her head. The smoke in her lungs and the vibration from the nightclub's ear-splitting speakers felt good. Exhaling slowly she looked around at the wriggling mass of gyrating human bodies all around her. The dark blue lighting split occasionally by the various strobes all over the ceiling created a hypnotic effect allowing her to almost forget her troubles. Almost. There was not nearly enough cigarettes and loud music to make her forget about the fact that she was upto her eyeballs in debt. She had run away from home six months ago and come to the big city dreaming the big dream. Eighteen and rebellious. Then she found out about the millions who also shared her dreams. She had a healthy yet slim 36B-25-36 figure. Her frame was lithe enough to make her huge breasts and ass appear very alluring to men and women alike. That was one of the first things aspiring models/dancers like her learnt in the big city. Sex with the same gender did not even raise eyebrows here. In the end everything was about power and sex was only a means to an end. After six months of running from pillar to post trying to make it, this was the harsh reality facing Valerie Vance. To get anywhere you had to be willing to sell your ass.
She wasn't averse to sex. Not by a long shot. In the past six months she had enjoyed many men. In fact her growing sexual urges were one of the many reasons she had left her small conservative hometown for the big city where she was free to enjoy sex as many times and whenever she wanted. She had always known that men found her very alluring and some of the cruder old men back home lusted after her more than obviously. But putting a price on herself... that was a line she had so far been unwilling to cross. But now she was out of choices. Either she put a price on her most prized assets or she went back to the farmstead she had run away from. No! That was out of the question. She could never go back. She would never be able to look her parents in the eye again.
She was so hard up that she didn't even have enough money to get herself a drink. She could come in her only because she knew one of the bouncers called Mark. Mark was a huge black man whom she had met earlier when she did have the money to go out at night and he had provided her with a contact. Mark had said the contact was upstairs in the special VIP lounge and she could give it a try. But she knew the price she would have to pay. It had been her moment of truth. Either she crossed the line today or... well come to think of it, there was no or...
Stubbing out her cigarette she had left the bar and weaving through the scantly clad clubbers she made her way to the stairs. The bouncer standing before was quite possible the largest man she had seen. He towered over her like a comic book villain and simply stood with his arms folded.
"I'm looking for a Mr. Lambert. Mark sent me pointing toward the door, where Mark was on duty." The man eyed her for a few seconds and then let her through. Mark must have told him about her because he didn't ask her anything or even check out her story.
From then onwards the rest of the night was so vividly imprinted in Valerie's mind that she actually found herself reliving it all as if it were happening to her right now.
Walking upstairs she felt a little chill go down her spine as she thought to herself this was it. This was last chance to back out. But her feet found their way up the stairs and she pushed open the big black door at the top. As she stepped into what seemed to be an enormous floor filled with tables and semi-private rooms bathed in diffused neon lights, she felt like she had just stepped into another world altogether. Little did she realize how different this world was from the one she had just left behind.
A similarly bulky black man motioned her to a cubicle in the far end of the floor. As she walked to the directed cubicle her eyes shiftily took in her surroundings. There were men and women of all shapes, colours and sizes sprawled all around her. But they all gave off an unmistakable vibe. Wealth. Coke lines on polished glass tables, gothic clothes and makeup, opium pipes, tattoed and pierced bodies on display... She felt like she were watching some late night sex movie. Then she reached the cubicle. There was a big Italian looking man sprawled on one of the sofas smoking a cigarette. He was dressed in black and had a big garish silver chain around his neck. Between his legs was a dark haired girl, completely nude, giving him a blowjob. A very wet one from the sounds of it. To say that Valerie was taken aback was an understatement but in a weird sort of way the scene captivated her and she couldn't stop herself from staring.
The man stared back at her with a slight smirk on his face but didn't say anything.
"Uh..Mr. Lambert...?" Still eliciting no response Valerie continued, "I'm Valerie. Mark sent me. He said he spoke to you about me." The man still said nothing and Valerie feeling extremely embarrassed, foolish and a little scared said "I... I'm sorry, maybe this was a bad idea." As she turned to leave the man held the girl's face in both hands and roughly threw her aside. The girl turned around and looked at Valerie with a hateful expression, but she obviously knew her place in the larger scheme of things as she climbed up on a sofa and lit up a cigarette.
Standing up, the man finally spoke. "I'm Lambert." So saying he motioned for her to follow and walked towards the other end of the room. He led her to a big office filled with TV screens and plush chairs and a big desk. Valerie stared around her at the screens. The TV screens were all blank but she could make an educated guess as what they were all for.
"Mark told you anything about what you will be doing?"
"No..not really.. he indicated that... um... "
"I sell sex." He said flatly. "Your work is very simple. We get a lot of clients. You will do whatever they require of you. Without any question." That last bit was said emphatically enough for her to get the picture. "In return you will be paid well. Very well."
Valerie was now more than a bit scared. What exactly was anything she wondered to herself. "Before I employ you however you will have to pass the audition."
"Audition?" queried Valerie