This is the end of this series. For those of you who hated it, it is over. For those of you who enjoyed it, please don't be a silent majority. For those of you who like happy endings, let me say that without giving anything away, please read to the end. As strange as you may find the choices Michelle made, she made those choices of her own free will and willingly accepted the consequences.
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Michelle was having a bad day. She ran over to James, her breasts flopping wildly.
"Some punk ass college kid put his finger inside of me and didn't pay for it."
Michelle pointed to two guys who were sitting at the bar smirking.
James laughed. "Calm down baby. You jus all upset."
Michelle lit a cigarette and put her hands on her hips. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts and her ass cheeks were hanging out. She had a tight tank top which she was still holding and her breasts swung freely. "You gotta take care of your ho," Michelle said defensively.
James gave Michelle a hard stare. "My ho never tells her man what to do. Got it?"
Michelle looked at the floor. She didn't want to get hit. "I got it. But still..."
It was after 7pm. Michelle had been dancing since noon. Her feet hurt and she had not had a day off in three weeks. The days since James had first taken her and made her work in the strip club while whoring herself walking back and forth to work had all blended together. Get up. Give James sex. Make breakfast. Walk to work and pick up a few regulars for ten dollar blow jobs on the way. Get to the club and dance. Fuck or suck JJ if he wanted it, as well as Big John, who was in charge of the bouncers. Dance all afternoon and get a thirty minute break and wolf down some fast food James brought to her for dinner. Then dance and strip some more until midnight or later. On the weekends the club was crowded and Michelle was able to make some decent money in the back rooms, charging for blow jobs or straight sex. The weekdays were worse, as Michelle would stand around for endless hours trying to hustle a buck from the few sad customers who just wanted to sip a beer and watch naked girls.
This was what the life of a real sex worker was like, Michelle realized. None of the sexiness or excitement she had experienced when she was just playing as a hooker. This was a real grind to make a buck. Every now and then Michelle mentioned to James that she could make him more money if he allowed her to go back to work as a lawyer, but James always had an excuse. Eventually Michelle realized she was James' only meal ticket. Although Michelle made well over two hundred thousand dollars a year as a lawyer, going back to work as a lawyer would mean James letting her out of his sight, and he never ever did that.
So Michelle got up, day after day and hustled for her pimp.
A few days ago, on a Thursday Michelle thought-as every day was basically the same-James brought Michelle to a lawyer in a storefront office who had drawn up divorce papers. Michelle signed without more than glancing through the papers and wincing. As payment, James had her take the lawyer to a cheap motel for an hour so she could let him have some fun.
Michelle didn't speak much during the time she was with the lawyer, as she didn't trust herself to not break down and ask for help. Plus he had made so many mistakes in the simple divorce papers that she became sad for her old life. Michelle was just now realizing how much she had given up. The real life of a whore was a hard, depressing grind that offered no enjoyment or any way out. There was nothing glamourous or sexy or exciting being a working girl who strolled the street for endless hours every day with her pimp ten feet behind her all the time. Michelle never had anything to look forward to. No yoga class or special dinner out or even a movie. It was just eating, sleeping, satisfying James and his friends and selling herself to whomever had ten bucks, all the while trying not to make James angry enough to hit her.
When she was alone with the lawyer Michelle briefly thought about asking for help. All the lawyer would have to do is let her borrow his cell phone for a few minutes. Michelle could call her husband explain where she was working and he could show up with the police and she would be free. Except that would have been a mistake because the lawyer would have refused her request and would then tell James and James would beat her bloody for her attempt to escape. James had already knocked out one of her lower teeth when he punched her in the face after she spoke back to him in the club the other day.
That punch was the straw that broke Michelle. The other dancers in the club remained silent and none of the customers did anything as Michelle crawled on the floor crying and looking for her tooth while James stood over her yelling. Then James forced Michelle to stand up and apologize to him in front of everyone for making him hit her. Michelle did as she was told, while her mouth was bleeding and through the tears streaming down her face. That was the day Michelle gave up hope. No one would help her and James would never give her a chance to get away. After that Michelle just walked around staring at the floor, shaking her tits or ass whenever James told her too.
James was with JJ when Michelle complained about the college guy who had fingered her. JJ was the club owner who Michelle had to regularly fuck or suck so that he only charged her ten dollars an hour to work in the club instead of twenty. Michelle didn't like JJ who seemed to get a real pleasure out of hurting or humiliating her when they had sex.
Both men had laughed when Michelle complained, but JJ had an idea. He fished something out of his pocket and looked at James. "Can I give her some?"
James nodded. "Might as well get her started now."
JJ looked at Michelle. "Throw that cigarette away bitch, and take a hit off of this." JJ held out a joint and Michelle did as she was told. She inhaled deeply and her head began to swim. She immediately felt giddy and her anger went away. She took another hit and she didn't even remember why she had been angry.
Michelle reached out for JJ and grabbed his crotch. "You ready for your pussy baby?"
JJ grinned and handed the joint to James. "See you in a little bit my man."
They went off to the small office JJ had in the back and Michelle felt on fire. She thought that whatever else the joint had in it, it must have had some X because she was incredibly horny.
JJ threw Michelle on his dirty couch and undid his pants. Michelle crawled over to him and reached for his cock but JJ dangled it just out of reach.
Michelle knew the game, but unlike all the other times when JJ made her crawl and beg to suck his cock, Michelle lunged for his cock and stuffed it into her mouth and began to suck. JJ quickly became hard and he laughed.
"Calm down bitch..." but before he could say any more Michelle was laying back on the couch and pulling JJ on top of her. "You have got to fuck me now. I need it."
JJ obliged and pushed between the whore's legs, JJ felt that Michelle was hot and incredibly wet. JJ pumped Michelle as she moaned and cursed and writhed beneath him. Her hands clawed at his back and she was begging him to fuck her harder, which JJ did, until Michelle's head was banging up and down. Even then, as Michelle had an orgasm, the heat inside of her would not go away and she wrapped her legs around JJ and would not let him pull out. "Fuck this whore. Fuck me harder. Harder!!"
JJ held out for as long as he could and finally he let go just as Michelle had another orgasm. Then the two lay on the couch with JJ still inside Michelle for a few minutes as Michelle panted and tried to catch her breath and clear her head.
Michelle sat up and started to silently dress. JJ lay back on the couch and pulled out another joint. "Want some?" he said as he dangled it in front of Michelle. Michelle reached for it and JJ pulled it away. "Say please," he said, taunting Michelle.
Michelle lowered her voice and shook her breasts at JJ. "Please baby. Give this ho some more." JJ laughed and let Michelle have the joint, but he took it away after she had two hits.
Michelle was dazed from the drugs and walked out into the club looking for James or for a customer. She didn't remember the rest of the night. The next morning Michelle woke up in the same dirty cheap apartment she shared with James. Different day, same routine, Michelle thought as she lay naked in James arms. She reached her hand under the covers and found James' large cock which stiffened in her hand. Michelle bent down and put her head under the covers. James was usually in a good mood if he woke up with his cock in her mouth.
This time however was different, as Michelle felt a pain across her back and under her breasts. Michelle moved to suck James cock but the pain increased. The pain was a burning sensation across her belt line in the back and under each breast. Michelle stood up and quickly walked into the bathroom and her worst fears were confirmed: while she was dazed and under the influence of whatever drugs JJ and James had given her last night, James had taken her to the tattoo parlor. Across her back, just above her ass cheeks was the name "James" tattooed in blue script. Michelle turned and faced the mirror crying. She lifted up one large breast. Tattooed in black on the underside of one tit was the word "whore". Underneath the other tit was the word "slut". The tattoos were put in a way so that when Michelle was topless they would not be seen. However when Michelle lay down and her breast flattened out, the words were visible to the person facing her.
James had marked her in a way such that whenever she had sex in the future, with a partner who fucked her in the missionary position or from behind, they would see how her pimp had branded her. James mastery over Michelle was complete. Michelle sank to the bathroom floor and cried. James had made her his whore. He had made her sign divorce papers from the husband she loved. She worked seven days a week for him and he complained when he had to spend 69 cents on a small bottle of cheap shampoo for her. No matter how much money Michelle made for James, and some days it was well over two thousand dollars, it was never enough. James hit Michelle whenever he liked; he called her names, and made Michelle apologize to him and call herself a dumb whore.
