With a scream, Vanessa's eyes shot open. Her body was trembling. Water was splashing out of the tub onto the tiled floor of her bathroom.
She was back in reality. And rushing through her body was one of the most earth-shattering orgasms she had ever experienced. The memories of her first day as the 'Red Rose Whore' had aroused her tremendously and taken her to a new dimension of bliss.
When she finally came down from her high, she slowly got aware of her surroundings. She was lying in the tub in her bathroom.
This scenery instantly reminded her of last Tuesday. And Vanessa's mind wandered back to that moment at Tuesday afternoon.
While the memories started rerunning in front of her eyes, her hand slowly roamed over her voluptuous tits down to her pussy.
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That Tuesday, Vanessa awoke to sunbeams tickling her face. The sun was shining brightly into her bedroom as it was long past noon.
Although she had slept for a long time, her body still felt drained. Instantly, she felt her holes aching from the extreme workout she had endured during the past night -- her first night of hooking in the 'Red Rose Club'.
Vanessa slowly got up and headed straight to the bathroom. There she climbed into the bath tub to relax her aching body. Working all night long had been extremely exhausting.
Vanessa felt that the long bath had been utterly needed when she finally stepped out of the bath. Her holes felt surprisingly fresh and tight again.
She didn't have a lot of time to relax any further though. Even less, she didn't have any time to process all the information and feelings she had been assailed with. It was already time to get dressed for the next shift.
There had been countless disturbing, oppositional emotions she couldn't quite grasp yet. She had felt abysmal humiliations but she had also felt an overwhelming surge of pride rush through her body when she had received the second A grade.
Dressing up though, the memories of the severe degradations stuck out like a sore thumb. And it didn't really help making her look forward to the coming night.
Her anxiety and rejection were only increased when Mark opened her wardrobe. Inside, she saw the whore-dresses for the next days neatly threaded like pearls on a string. Vanessa had been so exhausted that she hadn't even noticed Mark carrying a bag of clothes out of the club.
Pavone had acted on his thread. There was no escape. She had to dress like the cheap whore before she even left her apartment.
Half an hour later, a woman left the apartment building no resident had ever seen before. The term 'woman' was far too nice to describe the person tottering over the front yard though.
She wore a bright red latex miniskirt that was more like a broad belt than a skirt as it didn't even cover the hem of her buttocks. Her upper body was clad in a short black leather jacket that was typically worn by street walkers and left her naked belly completely uncovered.
The most striking attire covered her legs though. Her feet were tucked in some shiny black latex overknee boots with huge metal spiked heels. Typical hooker-boots only a street walker ever dared wearing. Black fishnet stockings jutted out of the overknees ending just beneath the red miniskirt leaving the top band visible and making her look even more whorish.
At least, Vanessa was glad for the jacket as she only wore a black fishnet top underneath. That top stopped right beneath her full melons and didn't hide her glorious big tits in any way. Mark had even pushed her silver nipple rings through the fences to show them off in full glory.
Of course the red lipstick and smoky eye make-up was just as heavily painted as the day before giving her an appearance as cheap as possibly imaginable.
Her entire appearance only screamed one word -- HOOKER!
Vanessa tried hurrying through the front yard as fast as possible in an attempt to get to the car unnoticed. She had never been displayed as a whore in her neighbourhood and it made her nervous as hell.
Insecure, she looked around the yard. She didn't want to become the gossip of the entire apartment block. She was scared of her neighbours recognizing her. And of course, she was even more afraid of their reaction to her whorish appearance.
What if the old couple living next door saw her dressed like that? Vanessa could very well imagine their disgusted expressions next time she'd met them on the stairs.
What would the gang of young guys hanging around the front yard most time of the day do if they saw her in this cheap hooker outfit? Since day one, they had eyed her with lust filled eyes. Would they holler and wolf-whistle her?
Of course, her overknee boots with the high heels didn't allow her to walk as fast as she liked. Instead, it made her totter over the concrete with her ass jiggling tantalizingly.
Fortunately, there were little people outside at this time of day. Only two cars passed by. The first one simply honked while driving by. When the second one passed, the window got lowered and a young man hung his head out.
"Hey slut, you need a ride?" he screamed at her. "C'mon, you look like you desperately need a ride on my lap, bitch!"
Vanessa felt goose bumps covering her whole body but she resisted the urge to look at the guy. So he sped off honking till he turned the corner.
They had only made it halfway over the yard when the janitor walked out of the apartment building to her right.
He was a sleazy middle-aged man who wore his dirty greasy boiler suit at all times. He always eyed her with lust-filled eyes making Vanessa feel like she was getting stripped off all her clothes with his greedy gazes. Every time she had run into him, she had felt in need of a shower to wash off the grease.
This time wasn't any different. When he noticed the bitched-up slut walking across the front yard, he remained standing in the door and leaned against the doorframe with his outstretched arm as if trying to strike a pose. Instead, the huge pit stain under his arm became visible. Even worse, he absentmindedly started scratching his ass while his eyes roamed from her hooker overknee boots to the visible lower edge of her bottom.
Vanessa blushed deeply and felt a huge lump forming in her throat. There weren't any other redheads living in the apartment block. He must have figured out who she was!
Vanessa tried looking to the other side as hard as she could but his pose brought back the memory of her first john. Only this time, she saw herself licking the armpit of the greasy janitor in front of her inner eye. It was the worst, most revolting idea she could imagine. From the thought alone, she felt sick to the stomach.
The janitor didn't react in any way though. Instead, he let her walk by with his eyes glued to her luscious curves. But his gaze didn't leave her curvy ass cheeks till she had finally reached the car.
Walking into the club, Vanessa passed a blackboard that had been set next to the entrance door. It grabbed her attention immediately -- or rather the text written onto it did. It was a new house-special for the day!
A shudder rushed down Vanessa's spine when she read it. She couldn't tear her eyes off the board it's meaning slowly sinking into her mind.
She was so endorsed by it that she didn't even notice Pavone walking up to her.
"As you can see, I really liked the idea of the house-special." he commented with a grin plastered onto his face. "And the whore-assessment proved that there's a lot of room for improvement for this tacky hooker."
"Please, sir!" Vanessa tried pleading with her master. "This slut has been a good whore for you! She got her A grades!"
In Vanessa's memory she had been the perfect 'Red Rose Whore'. The best whore her johns would ever get their hands on.
"Your johns had a different opinion!" Pavone responded. "And a decent whore has to mind any of her johns' wishes!"
"Every day of the week, there's gonna be a special offer!" he continued giving Vanessa chills. "So you can extensively practice the services you failed."
Ice-cold shudders were running up and down Vanessa's spine. She was too stunned to react at first. All she knew was that this was worse than anything she had expected for tonight - especially the word 'failed' kept ringing in her ears stabbing her pride.
She still couldn't move when Pavone stripped her off her leather jacket and put the leash around her neck. Just when she felt a well-known smack to her ass, she got going stumbling into the club room.
And thereby, her second day of selling her fuckholes began.
"May this whore service you, Sir?" Vanessa recited her text when she had reached the first table. By now, this self degrading introduction came over her lips naturally.
"Hmmm," the giant man sitting at the table answered weighing his head. "What about that house-special I read?"
Vanessa gulped. Of course, she wasn't lucky and a simple fuck wasn't enough to please that guy.
"For 50 bucks, this cheap skank's gonna spit shine your feet!" Vanessa answered with a small voice while the writing on the blackboard appeared in front of her eyes -- 'Foot Licking for 50'.
"Without any ifs and buts? No matter how dirty or unwashed?" the guy asked taken by surprise.
"This shitwhore is filthier than any feet can be!" she responded without thinking about her words.
As soon as she realized what she had just uttered, her mouth gasped open from astonishment. She couldn't believe that she had responded this way right on cue and had even meant every single word of it.
The humiliation swept through her body while these words produced a smile on the big man's face. He didn't even finish his beer. Instead, he simply grabbed the leash and led Vanessa up to her room, taking the full bottle along.
Inside the room, he immediately dragged her onto her knees by the leash. He threw 150 dollar deprecatingly onto the ground before he quickly undressed. All the while, Vanessa was left kneeling on the filthy carpet with time to picture the inevitable ordeal.
When the hulky man was naked, he stepped in front of the kneeling whore towering all over her. His giant figure made Vanessa gulp.
But then something else hit her. A biting stench crept up her nose. The guy reeked of sweat. This smell once again caused Vanessa to remember the Latino pressing her face into his sweaty, stinking armpit. The sheer memory almost made her puke.
