*Content warning: contains scene of attempted sexual assault and one instance of heterosexual intercourse*
Having essentially convinced David and her father that she was sleeping over at a friend's house for the night, slipping an actual friend her phone so that a GPS log of her location wouldn't tip them off if checked, Dot arrived at the prostitute's doorstep a minute later than she would have been expected. If the woman was as well scheduled as she'd been the week before, Dot didn't want the possibility of coming into contact with the clientele.
Without a doubt, the women chatting on the stairs knew why she was there, having seen her a few weeks running always at the same time, but she hoped the combination of large sunglasses and a mask would hide her identity beyond being recognized. It might attract more attention than if she'd come dressed normally, as if she had a clear conscience, but it just wouldn't do for father to see a sneakily-taken picture of her walking into that apartment on the internet.
Her chest ached, but the sharp peaks of anxiety had been getting better all week since she'd been daydreaming about this date to exhaustion. How long had it been since she was allowed a sleepover, a wholesome one even? Years? Not since primary school and that was less a sleepover and more the fact that you could cram so many people into a boarding school's dorm room. And that was before Dot knew she liked women, too. Now she would be able to dive into decadence for hours, and her cheeks burned thinking of all she wanted to try, even if it had to be done on a futon smelling of a cum rag.
And did Chris have any plans for dining that evening? Beyond alcohol, Dot hadn't seen a thing in the woman's refrigerator that could sate an appetite and her brief attempt to clean up in that room had upturned weeks worth of pizza boxes and ramen wrappers. How the prostitute kept her figure and her complexion with a diet of that sort was a point of mystery. Whatever the case, Dot came prepared with two bulging paper sacks of groceries, everything necessary for a vegetarian bake except the baking dish she assumed would be in any functioning adult's kitchen, and there would more than likely be enough leftovers for the next week's eating that she would leave behind. If Chris was as beautiful as that on the diet of a bohemian painter, what heights might she soar to on an actually healthy meal?
Of course, Dot ate like that and besides having acceptable skin, felt she was too skinny. Pizza once in a while might do her some good, she thought, except maybe for all the grease. She'd seen some tone appearing in the full-length mirror at the pool, but she wasn't near the gorgeous swimmer's figure she admired quite yet.
She realized she'd been waffling, staring at the door and lost in thought, so transferred the groceries to one arm and knocked.
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Where was that girl?
It was already the time they'd agreed on, and followed up on by text, but Dot the ever-punctual had Chris waiting by a wall in the entryway when the clock ticked over. How would the girl react to her choice of wardrobe for the evening? Chris salivated over seeing that adorably pale face pinking up with virginal shock.
That wouldn't work too many more times, she thought, getting the delicious reaction, the very ease of a date with a virgin. All they wanted was the vanilla stuff, hugging and kissing, but they eventually grew a backbone and ended up boning her in the back, and she knew that would still happen with a girl. Last time it almost had, Chris laid down and let Dot have at it, losing herself in orgasm under the girl's tongue and having to grab her up to reassert dominance, leaving an embarrassing mark.
Then, after the girl's chihuahua-shaking orgasm, she'd been shocked back into the state of virgin purity, slapped back across the line so hard that the poor thing almost had a panic attack until Chris said she could cover up the mark with some foundation. Adorable, that was the only word for it, and Chris might not really have been into girls, but she was all for adorable. The only way to keep her that adorable, however, was to keep smacking her to the other side of the line, drawing her over to perversion more and more to shock her with how far she'd been led astray; unsustainable, but oh, so much fun while it lasted.
Had she ever been that adorable?
Hard to say, there had been a lot of crying those days. Maybe the men lying on top of her thought she was adorable because she was crying, but she'd been too drunk or high or sad to really care how she looked. They didn't stop, after all, when she'd tried literally just lying there while they did what they wanted with her body, seemed to relish the challenge of making her cry out whatever that took and not always cry out in pleasure.
Looking back, how often did she actually cum when she had been with one of her male clients? It had been less and less over the years, hadn't it? Way back when, she knew that she'd at least finish herself off afterward if the guy had just pumped a load inside and fucked off, but even that had just become a hassle, and so had asking them to go slower or faster or not to hit her... Then there were always the weirdos who didn't actually have to cum themselves to consider their 'date' a success, licking her toes, armpits, her asshole, or maybe just slapping her around but that got complicated when they left marks and she'd had to learn how to hide them, and there was that one who just wanted her to kneel there and drink his piss like his dick was a straw. By that point, she'd been glad it was such a simple request and didn't need that much action on her end.
Really, where was that girl? Chickened out?
Chris was actually startled by the knock a few minutes late
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The door came open and Dot's heart skipped a beat. Her lover for the evening was wearing a micro bikini so tiny and thin that her nipples were peeking out the sides to say hello and her trimmed pubic hair was completely gone, waxed away to display smooth, glowing skin tantalizingly close to the valley of pleasure. Chris stepped out, exposing her vast swaths of flesh to the chilly air, goosebumps rubbing against Dot's neck as the woman draped her arm across her shoulders and swept her inside.
Once inside, the bolt slid shut behind her and the chain along with it. No way out now, they said, no matter the perverted diversions Chris had in store for her, she wouldn't be leaving until the morning when she'd been thoroughly soaked through in this place's scent, tingling head to toe from the sin she'd set herself to endure.
Chris slapped Dot's butt and passed her going further inside and all Dot could think was that she wished she hadn't been wearing a skirt at the time to feel it properly.
"Got some supplies there?" Chris called back to the entryway.
"Um, yes!" Dot hurried inward, starting to sweat despite the chill, and prepared to trudge through on her way to put things in the kitchen.
But in fact, there was no need. The garbage heap the room had been the weeks before was transformed into something only slightly less than livably clean. Gone were the mounds of garbage and clothing, replaced by stained, likely mold-infested carpet. And while the Futon was still where it always was, it had been at least draped with a sheet and held some pillows instead of being just a fifty pound cum receptacle.
"Looks nice, yeah?" Chris patted her bicep to indicate she'd put some elbow grease into the state of things, the motion causing much more distracting jiggling which threatened to dislodge the bikini from its tenuous grip on her nipples. "Stepped on some glass the other day, you know? Hurt like a bitch and I thought to myself, you know Dot's comin' over and she's got nice feet, so I had'ta make sure there's not any more shards hidin' under the heap."
Dot didn't have the heart to tell the woman about the benefits of steam cleaners in the moment, she looked too proud. "Yes, you did a great job... So, did you have dinner planned?"
"Got a frozen pizza, cheesy crust~"
