April - From Teen to Street Hooker Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

April - From Teen to Street Hooker Pt. 04

A work of fiction.

Chapter 4 - Working My Beat

3 Weeks have passed since I sat down with Martika and signed the contract. Not just any contract. The contract. The contract that gives my full co-operation, that I give myself fully emotionally, physically and sexually over to her control. To her understanding.

I've been beaten - physically, emotionally and verbally - into being pulled apart and recreated in her own image. To that end, I'm now a vegetarian. I smoke. I smoke a lot; between 40 and 60 cigarettes a day. I drink. I drink an awful lot; at least a litre of vodka a day. Drugs, I'm not so sure of the quantities - if I'm told to do cocaine, then it's somewhere in the ballpark of 6-8 grammes. Heroin? I believe, when I'm on that, it's around 500 mg, street level, as they call it, of course.

I've had more sex, so far, than most 18 year old girls have in their whole year. All in 3 weeks.

I have my 'branding', on my arse, I dress how Martika wants me. I use language that Martika feels is appropriate. I am created in her very own image.

I wake up at home today, as per usual, with a kick in my back. "Bitch, get up. Today is the fuckin' day for you." shouted Martika.

I get up, naked, and pull on my robe. After a quick visit to the toilet, I head downstairs.

Martika is making the toast as I pour out two pint glasses of vodka for us both. Breakfast made, we consume and then, using the downstairs bathroom, powder my nose with a couple of lines of ...

... coke.

Good way to start the day.

I light up a cigarette and polish off the remainder of the vodka.

We chat, we smoke, then once we've finished our cigarettes I head up to use the shower and get ready. Apparently, it's another gangbanging for me today, which I'm totally down with, and then getting my shit together to work my beat.

My beat.

My first time on the prostitute stroll. On the game, as they call it.

I'll have my own patch. Wow.....that thought really is getting me wet. Well....wetter than I am in the shower, anyways.

So, I'm out. Dried. Dressed in a red top, black leather mini skirt, fishnets, heels. Hair done. Jewellery on. Nails painted. Cigarette burning away in the ashtray whilst I put on my makeup. I want to be the best that I can be for tonight.

I head downstairs, to where my owner, Martika, is waiting. She throws me my jacket and we're off, over to Emma's house. I could make it there blindfolded, if I needed to, so often had I been.

The guys are there. Pleasantries are made. Bottom's groped and then we're down to it. Well....more specifically, I'm down to it. Skirt pulled up, on my back or on all four's, sexual partner with his penis inside me pumping away hard...fast.....until he stiffens and cums....and is quickly replaced by another....and then another.

Semen, as always, leaks and trickles down my leg, but...whatever. Just normal. I just light up another cigarette as Emma brings in the drinks.

I down my half pint of vodka, do a couple of ...