Becoming, Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Becoming, Ch. 02

... think there's eleven hundred dollars, here."

"Ooo, mighty bit of a take, there, hey? Bobby says you're on a fifth cut, so I'll take... oh, all but two-twenty-five I suppose."

Scott frowned, the weird feeling of dried cum on his face emphasizing the furrowing of his brow. "Two-twenty-five?"

"Oh no fear! Goes a lot further inside than outside. Come on, let's have a look at ye." The padlock clicked. The booth slid open. And there was the large woman and Bobby, staring at him. Scott felt profoundly embarrassed at his condition... for all of half a second. Then he remembered how good he had felt and decided to have no shame, the Ecstasy helping to smooth away his discomfort and alienation, erasing all potential humiliation.

He stood, almost defiantly, as drops of cum dripped from his chin.

Bobby nodded. "Some spine after all, slut. Thought I felt one in there. Alright, Emma. Get him the phone, the app, tell him about the money." Then he looked at Scott again and said, "You're up early, so I recommend you grab a room for the night. We've got you booked for some help at 8am sharp in the basement. Be there, slut. We charge for every second spent waiting on you." Before anything else could be said, the large Black man strode away.

The large woman nodded at Bobby and dug around in a hip pouch before producing a small, black smart phone. She turned it on, punched a few things in, then turned it around and handed it to Scott, who took it with hands shaking ...

... ever-so-slightly.

The phone was open and unlocked. "Your phone," Emma said almost apologetically, "is not to be passworded or protected in any way. Bobby likes it when we can just check up on you. It's safe for everyone, and if you get accused of cheating or overcharging, the phone keeps track of your transactions automatically with that app there in the top left that looks like a dollar sign. The one next to it, should be a picture of a pair of high heels, is your Gear app. You'll be able to have outfits shipped in with that. We own a warehouse, a few leatherworkers and a couple of fashion people who make everything to order, but since there aren't many of you, the work is usually pretty fast. The next app is for body modification. That's ink, piercings, hair, you name it. The last app is your client list. You don't have any yet, and you're probably gonna be in the hole for a little while--maybe a week of shifts or so--until you're presentable.

Now, as a bonus for joining us, you get me for free for three months. I'm a pharmacist, with a link to the larger cosmetics companies--you know, the ones that help Cher and Madonna (although she's not a great example right now, is she?) continue to look good into their eighties? I can supply lots of things, but mostly I do it according to what Bobby has in mind for you. Now, you're already on a type of diet pill that should put you into ketosis within a few hours, another that's like Ozempic on steroids, actual steroids, and here..." Emma ...