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

April - From Teen to Street Hooker Pt. 04

... lines of cocaine and bend over to get taken anally.

Cigarette lit and jacket on, we head back to the house. Martika is happy with how I am doing and acting today. Get in, after picking up Jas from the neighbour and then sit down with a cup of coffee.

As Jas plays outside, Martika shoots me up again and I'm off in the land of nod. Out for the count.

I'm probably out for an hour or so. Martika smiles.

"Right, bitch. We've got to get you some rubbers for tonight...."

"Cool, boo." I answer, but about stirring.

"We've got to go to the Chemist and buy 'em, bitch. C'mon..." she says, practically dragging me up by my hand. I'm not quite understanding, I tell her, as she asks the neighbour to look after Jas and Miya for a little bit.

So, jacket on again, out the door, lighting up and walking to the big chemist. It takes around 15 minutes or so, from where Martika lives, and Martika informs me that they come in boxes of 10, and that she expects me to buy two boxes tonight....

"Oh, and don't think that that's it. You'll be buying some tomorrow, the day after, the day after that...and so on. Each night that you're working, I want them to know what you are."

So, she hangs around outside whilst I go in, having that scent of the glorious combo of perfume, cigarettes and semen around me, and strut over to the 'Family Planning' section, under Martika's watchful eye. I pick up what I require and then.....join the queue.

God. A bloody queue!

I feel eyes burn ...

... into me. I'm wearing my black leather mini, red top, black fishnets, red heels. Lots of jewellery. Like, lots. I look cheap, which is how Martika wants me. I love the look, and what it represents - normally - but stuck in a shop with normal people like this? Highly embarrassing. But then, that's how Martika wants it.

All part of the deconditioning plan. Get me used to this, just like everything else she has made me do, and at some point I really won't give a shit. Until then, get used to it bitch.

The queue takes a while and the person on the till is a woman.....and she gives me a 'look'. Like, she knows what I represent. She knows what I'm gonna be doin' tonight. Selling myself.

So, I put on a bit of a forced smile as I hand her the cash. She processes it and asks if I want a bag. I tell her that I'm ok and pop the condoms in my handbag - Martika makes me take my tacky, to-be, work handbag - and slowly walk out to the door, where Martika has been watching my every move.

"Nice going, bitch...." she says as she offers me a cigarette on our way back home. Naturally, I accept.

As per routine, I look after the kids as Martika showers, then we swap as she preps our meal.

Mark comes home, we eat, we chat. He wishes me good luck for tonight and Martika and I go upstairs to get dressed and ready for tonight. As we do our faces, we chat.

"Bitch, you fuck anyone that pays. You turn anyone down and I'll batter you. You chicken out and run off? I'll find you and I'll ...