Hello readers. Here is the seventeen installment in the series. I'm still working on further chapters for those that follow. If you would like, leave a comment with your thoughts and/or give a rate.
Saturday night hadn't been any better than the previous one; more depraved men buying their way into my room to have their sick fun with me. I do believe Brady had been right; the customer tally was higher the second night around. Since I didn't attract enough guys that afternoon, I wasn't allowed to knock off early; as if I were on a fucking time clock. I was entertaining guys up till four the following morning. Dimitri finally cut them off and I again passed out in a miserable, cum-covered slumber.
On Sunday, it was time to go home and I couldn't have been more relieved. Dimitri came over mid-morning and ordered me to get my shit together. Though I was still quite exhausted, I was beyond ready to get away from that shady motel. My slutty escapades had left me both physically and mentally drained. I scurried to get my clothes packed and my toys put away before quickly showering and getting dressed.
There wasn't much left that wasn't coated in cum. I found a short, white sundress that really should have been something for warmer weather. It was at least clean and the only garment that would cover my body the most; even then I still had plenty of skin showing.
I basically threw on the dress and readied myself to head out. There were no customers to please and I wasn't really trying to attract any attention. I decided to forgo getting myself all made up. All I wanted to do was throw my bags in the car and go home.
"Your owner would spank your ass raw if he saw you trying to leave without makeup. Fix yourself up so we can get the fuck out of here!"
Those were Dimitri's demands when he came to collect me. It irritated me that I had to stay there that much longer just to paint that goop all over my face. There are some women who wouldn't dream of stepping outside without having on full makeup and that seemed to be the way Brady wanted me to behave. It was probably for the best. I felt that it helped to conceal who I really was; as if I'd ever show my face around there on my own accord.
Downstairs, standing along side the building with my bags at the ready, Dimitri exited the office after turning in our room keys. He had a single bag that he toted to an impressive-looing SUV. Brady had still not shown up. I wondered if perhaps Dimitri had one more service my mouth and ass had paid for over the long weekend.
"Are you giving me a ride back?"
Dimitri gave a short laugh. "I've done what I was paid to do. You're going to be on your own, little girl," he said.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. It was the same feeling every time I was about to encounter another cock or more cum. This time, it was caused by fear of being deserted and looking like a hooker. At least my room had a door with a lock. Out on the sidewalk, I was a sitting duck!
"Don't get your panties in a twist," he said, probably seeing the color drained from my face. "Your owner isn't going to leave you stranded. Your ride should be here in just a few minutes."
With that, he jumped in his vehicle and took off. There would be no waiting for my ride to show up before just leaving me high and dry. Again, since I was supposed to be a girl in their eyes, chivalry seemed to be off the table. I was stuck on the side of the motel with my bags full of slutty clothes and sex toys; pretty much free and ripe for the picking from any guy who wanted to come along.
I stood there, nervous as ever. Even though my dress wasn't quite as loud and flamboyant as my pink one, I still felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. I had no real place to sit and just blend in. Sure, I could have gone in the lobby, but that seemed just as dangerous as being out in the open. There would be fewer witnesses inside if someone wanted to try anything. Being outside seemed like the safer bet, despite it being quite cold for my attire. At least I could see my ride when it arrived.
Trying to get comfortable and off my heels, I took a seat on my bag. It was a little awkward; mostly from trying to keep my legs together to keep everything concealed. I wondered if that action came naturally to the women who wore short skirts and dresses?
After five minutes, I started to get really nervous. Despite not sticking out like a neon sign, I was still getting more attention than I would have liked. Some of the guys gave a few cat-calls and comments as they passed. One greasy-looking fellow in an old beater of a car pulled up wanting to know if I wanted a ride.
"I don't bite," he said through his yellowing teeth.
"No thanks," I said. That gave me a new respect for the actual girls that can't go a day without getting hit on. Granted, not all of them would be dressed as scantily as I was, but nonetheless.
A few minutes later and a black sedan pulled up. From the driver's side emerged a fairly young, neatly dressed guy. He had a dark Polo shirt tucked into a pair of beige slacks. His hair was Chestnut brown and quite thick. It wasn't near as along as most girls', but it had some length and body to it. He had it brushed to the side out of the way of his sunglass-covered eyes.
"Are you Dafni?" He asked.
Just who the hell was this guy? How did he know my name; well my sissy name? Was he some late customer hoping to do something with me? He was going to be shit out of luck. I was off the whore clock!
"Yeah," I replied to his question.
"I'm here to take you home," he said. Now, up till that point, I'd been waiting to see Brady's car pull into the lot to collect me; not some stranger that just randomly pulls up and wants me to just climb in the car with him.
"I've got someone coming to pick me up, thanks," I told him. He looked innocent enough, but the thought of jumping into a strangers car looking as I did was very unappealing.
And then a message came through on my sissy phone.
'Hello. Dafni. I'm sure that you're quite heartbroken about your weekend being over. Just find comfort in knowing you'll be having plenty of other opportunities to get a guy off. I wish I could be there to console you, but after coming out there two days in a row, I'm far too tired just to come collect your sorry ass. Therefore, I've sent an associate of mine. He's in a black car and has been told to look for the slutty-looking blonde airhead, so he should find you pretty easily.'
He ended that sentence with a smiley face. Just another joke to make me feel lower about myself.
'Now, this is important, I want you to make sure you thank him for his time and efforts in bringing you back home; and I want you to do it in the way only a slut like you can. I don't think I've got to elaborate on that.'
