Street Walker
What has gone on before
When graduate student Cynthia Halverston was poisoned by a compound she was working on, it turned her into a willing vessel for any man's sexual fantasies. Her sense of smell has been magnified while her sense of self has been weakened so much that her mind, in a desperate bid for survival, adopts what men around her secretly desire as it's sense of purpose. Only strong scents such pine cleaner or eucalyptus can keep her from detecting the desires of the men. Before she and her friend, Dave, can start to look for a cure, she is kidnapped by meth dealers and poisoned yet again by the fumes from the meth cooking process. By the time the poisons have interacted, the degradation of her sense of self has stopped, but her memories have been shot, leaving her unable to return to the campus. Killing one of the dealers, she escaped their house and managed to find refuge in a woman's shelter. On the third day in the shelter, an abusive husband caught her nose and she willingly went out to be beaten, saved only by the prompt arrival of the police. Leaving the shelter, she started working as a prostitute, the only way she could find to survive her affliction. With the assistance of Gloria, a seasoned pro, she was able to establish a tentative semi-communication between her rational side and her sex obsessed side. Now she plies the streets, becoming what each man she meets wants in a woman, for a price...
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It was four in the afternoon when Cynthia woke up. As she had been doing each morning since leaving the meth house, she searched her memory for anything new. She had written everything she could remember the previous night in a spiral notebook she had purchased at 7-11 last night. A smile creased her face as she recognized a new memory. She was a college student, with a specialty in chemistry and biology. She added the information to the section titled 'past' and that she had remembered it to the section she titled 'present'.
She took stock of her resources. After 7-11, she had $197 to her name. She thought about hiding $100 to cover next week's rent, but wasn't sure it would be safe. She would have to ask Gloria about money matters. She wanted to get some real food into the motel. She knew she could not live indefinitely on 7-11 fast food and microwave chili. Dressing in conservative clothes, she pocketed her cash and cough drops and ventured out.
The nearest store was a mom and pop grocery three blocks from her place. She realized that she had to have some basic living memories, because she was sure that the prices were a bit steep. Traveling far from her room was not high on her list of priorities, so she sucked it up and paid the higher prices. She didn't get a second look as she wandered about, picking up basic foods. Dry cereal, 2% milk, bread, lunchmeat and cheese, microwavable pot pies, and a couple of TV dinners. On a whim, she picked up a first aid kit with ammonia capsules. Add some more cough drops and some pop, and she was set.
$65 and three plastic bags later, she was back on her way towards her room. Once there, she fixed herself a couple of pot pies and had a basic dinner. Then she hit the shower and dressed in one of her come hither outfits, advertising her charms. Recording her intentions in her notebook, this time under the section she called 'plans', she left the motel shortly after 6:30, popping another cough drop.
She was amazed at the difference a simple change of clothes made in how she was perceived. The people who didn't give her a second look before, eyed her with lust as she walked the twelve blocks to Gloria's corner. From a block away, she saw Gloria get into a car with someone and drive off. She walked up and stood at the corner, trying to adopt a provocative pose. A mental nudge came, and she adjusted her stance a little. "It seems sex kitten and I are connecting, at least a little. I hope she remembers to take her cough drops."
The street was busy, many of the cars slowing as they passed the women standing on the corners. It took about 20 minutes, but a car stopped beside her and a man in the passenger seat rolled the window down, another driving looking on.
"Hi there gorgeous. You looking for some company?" he asked.
Cynthia answered with a question of her own, "That depends. Just what kind of company were you planning on being?"
"The financially advantageous kind."
"In that case, I'm really lonely right now. What are you boys interested in tonight?" Cynthia was trying to ad lib the sort of repartee that Gloria used to weed out cops trying to nail her for soliciting.
"How about a little tag team action? You between us, everyone enjoying themselves?"
"Sounds like fun. Are we taking about front and back or end to end?"
"End to end. What kind of effort are we looking at?"
She swallowed the last of the cough drop and inhaled, trying to get a sense of what they really wanted. Sex kitten was knocking at the back of her mind, but she held off enough to recall what her mentor had told her. "For two at once, sounds like $300, up front."
The aromas were there, but rational Cynthia could not access what they meant. Knowing she had no choice but to trust kitten, she backed out and watched the rest from inside her skull. Her demeanor changed as the wanton slut inside surfaced and cooed at the men, just in time to hear the response. "Sounds like a deal. Do you have protection?"
"Oh yes, I have protection. Of course, you can have it bare for an extra $300, it you wish." Sex Kitten could smell the desire for avoiding rubbers on the air. Kitten would not normally make them pay extra for that, but the other Cynthia and Gloria wouldn't be happy and might not let her out to play if she didn't. Inside, Cynthia was a little frustrated, since Gloria had said that she always charged 3 to 5 times extra for bare sex. It wasn't important enough to fret, though, and she wasn't sure she could do anything about it anyway.
"What do you think? Is it worth it?" the passenger asked the driver. Cynthia formed her mouth into a big 'O' and sucked her lips in like she was giving someone head.
The driver nodded his head, "Yeah, I think so." Speaking to Cynthia, he said, "But it had better be worth it. For $600, I expect the fuck of a life time."
"Boys, I will give you a fantasy fuck for that kind of money."
"Hop on in. We have a room we can go to."
Cynthia climbed in the back and sat, her legs spread wide. The men took advantage of her posture and previewed the scenes of coming attractions. Inside, rational thinker projected, "Money up front." Sex kitten pouted, but said, "I hate to be a downer boys, but we do need to get the financial part out of the way first. It's so much sexier if we don't have to worry about it once we get there."
"Sure thing, doll. Here you go." He handed over 6 hundreds that Cynthia promptly put into her purse. The drive was not long, about 15 minutes, and they arrived at one of the less expensive national chains. They escorted her up to the fourth floor, fondling her as they went. Several people stared at the shenanigans with disgust, but no one said anything. Cynthia had to giggle as she realized that the men who acted disgusted were for the most part wanting things even more perverted than her two men. Inside, Cynthia was aware of the danger. Man scent was everywhere and if kitten ventured out of the room unprotected, there was no telling what she would do.
Once inside room 412, the men went to fondling Cynthia with more vigor. Kitten embraced the driver, kissing him full on the lips, allowing his tongue to penetrate her lips. She moaned into him as the other man unzipped her mini-skirt and pulled it down, revealing her thong. The man she was kissing interrupted it just long enough to get the t-shirt over her head and onto the floor, her naked breasts spilling out into the open. As the second pulled her thong down, he soaked his hand in her juices, "Damn, Marty, she's hot to trot. Her panties are soaked."
Cynthia moaned as they fondled her breasts and pussy, "Of course I am. How could I not be with a stud in front of me and a stud in back of me." She slowly pushed them back towards the bed, catching the guy in front at his knees, dropping him down onto the bed. She knelt between his legs, grasping his cock and licking at the head. The already hard penis throbbed at her touch. She squeezed the base hard, interrupting a too soon climax. "Not yet. I haven't had a chance to really play with you. Give me a chance to drive you wild."
"Uhhhg!" he cried, "God damn, suck my cock, suck in all the way down."
