You wake up next morning feeling the best you have in years. Callie's curled up with her cheerleader throat around your cock. Babs the ex-intern and Michelle the ex-lawyer have been your blankets for the night.
You shake the girls off and go to the bathroom. Rachel's there sleeping on the tile floor. You figure -- if she catches a cold, you have some reforms in mind for the healthcare system. If not -- well, her tongue is just what you need to clean your ass.
Back in the bedroom, you rouse the girls.
"Callie, I'm dropping you out of school. No more studies for you. You need to start earning your keep. Come here."
She walks up. You take one breast in your hand and write "$1". The other -- "WHORE". She bends over and you write the same thing on her ass.
"I'm starting you on a special discount rate for the day. Put on your cheerleader skirt and top -- no panties -- and walk two miles down to the nearest gas station. Go into the men's room when you get there, throw your top on the floor, and kneel in the stall. Ok?"
Callie nodds obediently. Two days ago, she would have been aghast. Two days ago, she was a week from graduating high school with honours and a full diploma. Today, she is reformed.
"Do anything the customers want. If they don't have money, it's because you are a worthless slut. I don't want you back home until you've earned me $50 dollars. When you have the money, stuff the bills in your cunt and the coins in your ass. I fisted you last night -- you have the room. It will remind you of what you are."
Your enslaved cheerleader got ready to go out.
"One last thing -- if you get in trouble, call your mom's pager."
Your whore drew down her eyes and walked out as you ordered.
You fetched Rachel from the bathroom.
"Come with me to the bank, bitch. We'll transfer some funds. Girls shouldn't have bank accounts." |