The Awakening Of Chastity Ch. 08

A Work Of Fiction.

Chapter 8 - Tagged

Terri :

With just another 4 days to go until I have to work again, I succumb to messaging Martika, my Madame. God, I've said I 'have to' go to work, in reality I don't have to, of course. But that's just how it is; It's a need, a wanting. Tom gets it.

Well, I haven't told him yet, but he said that he'd be ok with any decision that I make.

And... I've made it.

So I phone up the tattooist, they're not that far away. His name is Dean... likes to be called Deano.

"Ah, one of 'Martika's girls'? Sure. I get it. I can fit you in this evening. We generally shut at 5:30 pm. What? You're working until then? Ok, you're nearby I hope. Ok, we'll keep the shop open for you. Any girl of Martika's is income for us. See you then."

And, with that, he hung up.

How I managed the rest of my day at work I have no idea.

Just gone 6 pm when I make it to his shop. I apologise as I struggled to find parking.

"No problem luv. So, what's your number?"

I start reeling off my telephone number...

"No, I mean your 'number'. What is Martika marking you as?"

"No 9.." I answer, pretty much flushed with a combination of rushing to his place and of embarrassment.

"And... the 'name'? "

"Erhhh... um...'Chastity'.." I answer.

He smiles. "Good hooker name.." he answers, before going to work. He asks me to lie down on his couch, on my chest, and pulling up my dress and pulling my knickers down to expose my bum cheek.

He puts some kind of cream on me, something that he wipes off and then starts.

It tickles more than is painful.... then begins to sting... and then it's done.

20 minutes? 30 minutes? Something like that.

I ask him how much it would cost, he waves his hand towards me.

"No, no Chastity. Martika pays for it, always. We settle up with her, ok?"

Then adds "Martika wanted a picture of you getting it, so I sent one to her."

Fuck. Still... stay calm.

I thank him and then head off home. Driving, or should I say sitting on that cheek, is a bit painful... in an ache type of way... but I manage to get back home alright.

Of course Tom wants a look once I get back home.

Martika :

I get a message, alongside a picture, of the bitch's tattoo from Deano. Nice. Looks like the slag is gonna work for me this Friday after all... just like I said she would.

Hook, line and sinker...

Terri :

Like I said, Tom want to look, but it has a covering over to protect it. He gently peels it off to reveal my branding.

"Wow. That's gorgeous. So you're... like... one of her stable now?" he tentatively asks.

"I guess I am, babe..." I answer whilst he's putting the dressing back on. "I guess I am."

The rest of the evening went fine. Late meal, of course, and snuggling up with Tom, until bedtime.

More sex. More caring and foreplay. My stallion is certainly keeping me up at night.

So up, tired, the next day and back at work. Tom's made breakfast before he too heads to work, wishing me a good day.

Talking to the girls on the desk and just general chit chat. They're going out on Friday night and wondering what my plans are, seeing as it's yet another Friday off.

I make my excuses, saying that we're seeing some of Tom's family on the Friday and I wish them a lovely time.

I can't really tell them that I'm going to be dressed like a right old slapper and having around 18 men cuming in me all day and night, now can I? I can't say that I'm going be banging out ounces of cocaine and knocking back a good half litre of vodka.

So I just leave it.

I feel...... sad.... sometimes, April. Sometimes, like, excluded from things... from people.... self-excluded, granted, but away from people and situations that I used to love before this whole lifestyle has took over.

What was once just doing a pill and getting off my head, that was so long ago. Then the kissing and making out with Tom's friends. Then the whole hotwife and 'playdates' thing. So tame compared to what I do now.

I used to be able to do all that seedy crap and keep it away from my family 'persona'. Lead a normal, everyday life. Compartmentalize it all.

But that was 'playing' at it. This - working a shift in a brothel - is really playing with the big boys. Something very serious.

I love being Chastity.

Anyways, days come... Tuesday.. Wednesday... and then Thursday morning, Tom goes to the brothel - before work - to pick up my clothes. He doesn't get the same ones that I had been wearing for my past two shifts - my 'lucky' ones - but he picks up a red leather miniskirt and heels, black fishnets and a white top, alongside the usual jewellery and stuff. He texts me this.

'Sounds good.' I reply back.

Martika :

So Candy says, Tom comes around and she passes on some other clothes to him for his slag wife to wear. Sarah, y'see April, is a bit pissed off by her taking that stuff. Well, she's not taking it, I'm giving it to Chastity, right?

Anyways, that bitch is working the streets this week.

Tom takes the shit back to his wife.

Terri :

After work and Tom comes home with the clothes, he gets me to model them for him. I go hard on the makeup and I've bought, recently, similar perfume that those girls wear.

I light up a cigarette.... only my 2nd of the week.

Back as Chastity.

We have.... vigorous sex..... just plain old rutting... and Tom is in me deep and pumping out copious amounts of semen. I like that. He's breathless. I'm breathless.

He pulls out of my sticky mess and pulls up his pants.

"That was... great!"

I smile back at him.

We sleep. I wake up. Shower. Change. Get all "Slutted up..." as Tom says and have my breakfast, alongside a black coffee and a cigarette - a "Whore's breakfast", as Martika has once told me - to get into the mood.

Then it's on with the big, long coat and into the car again as Tom drives me over.

Martika :

I'm opening up, as per, and Candy's just getting her shit together. Tom and this bitch I see pull up in the little car park and they get out. Candy smiles at me in one of those '.. here the bitch comes again to work' kind of ways.

First thing the bitch says is "So, is Sarah here?". For fuck's sake! What the fuck has she got with Sarah?

Terri :

We come in to the brothel and I open my coat to show off what I'm wearing. Candy's impressed. Martika is. Candy offers me a cigarette, which naturally I accept, and Martika lights me up. I take a drag.

We exchange pleasantries.

Just out of courtesy, I ask about this Sarah. I notice Candy's eyes roll and Martika, herself, gets a little snappy.

"Why the fuck do you keep asking about that bitch for?"

"I'm sorry.." I begin, nervously taking a drag of my cigarette "... but I'm just asking. I've borrowed her clothes for, what? The third time now, and I love them an' all but I just want to see what this Sarah looks like."

"See if you measure up to her?" snaps back Martika.

"Well... yes... kinda.." I answer.

"Well, you're nothing like that bitch. She's a professional. She's one of my top earners. You're good, don't get me wrong bitch, but you're not in the same ballpark as her. You have a long way to go. Ok?"

I nod in agreement.

"B'sides..." she begins "... that bitch I have working the streets for me this week. We were light there and I needed her out streetwalking. Bitch hates that, but tough shit. She has to do it for me."

"Ok." I state.

There's a little chit chat before Wendy comes to the front door... then Donna. Jackie, who's already here, comes out to greet them.

It's like family.

Martika :

I tell Tom to fuck off and again pick the slag up after her shift.

Terri :

As soon as Tom goes Candy says "Ok, show that tattoo.." under a cloud of smoke. I look at Martika. Martika nods. I take off my coat, with Jackie putting it up on a peg, and then shimmy up my tight - and it's tighter than the black one - red leather mini to show my tattoo.

"Nice, bitch.." says Candy, feeling my arse cheek.

"Yeah, looks good, Chastity..." replies Wendy.

Martika peeks around the back and then faces me again. Smiles.

"Good. You're on the level...", takes a drag from her cigarette. "So, after you've sold your holes today for whoever, I really don't give a shit, and you go back home, tomorrow morning I want you all slutted up, like this, and pick up April from here, ok?"

I nod.

She continues. "So, yeah, you and Tom - if you wish - will pick up April and then you and April are out shopping in the morning. We're gonna get you some of your own shit to wear - leather mini's, bras, tops, heels, fishnets as well and jewellery - I've already ordered you a pendant necklace with you name in script on it, Chastity - and I'm gonna let April loose with my credit card."

I'm at a loss for words.

"Did you have plans for tomorrow, bitch?" she asks.

"Well... erhhh... I..." I begin.

"Well break them." she talks over me. "You're getting your own hooking shit. No if's, no but's. It's happening. Now cover your bloody arse up, get the fuck in there and do a couple of lines. You too, Candy." I make my way, alongside Candy, into the lounge area and, at that oh too familiar table is a tray loaded with the good stuff...

I'm getting to be an expert now at what they call chopping it up... and, after making it as fine as I can, and making 4 long lines, I bend down and do a couple... one each nostril, as per usual... tweak the nostril afterwards after the powder hits the mark and then get up, a little ungainly, to let Candy do her's.

"Thanks bitch for laying out the tracks..." she says, on her knees, smiling before banging out hers.

"Right, bitches... time to sell yourselves..." shouts Martika, coming in with Donna and Wendy and getting us all gee'd and ready to anything for her after her speech.

Speech over, she wishes us a productive day and leaves... just as the first punters arrive.

It's Tom again. My first ever punter... and he wants me...

So, I'm first to pull... get up off the sofa and lead him, by the hand up to the bedroom.

Just as the last month, I've got the ornament/camera with me, setting it up so that my Tom can get a live feed and, again, placing it in such a position that the bed is viewed...

... and then put on a show for this Tom.... then promptly fuck the shit out of him!

Job done!

I take him downstairs, just as Donna's leading her's up the stairs and I can hear Candy banging her punter.

Looks like it's going to be a brilliant day.

As I lead my guy out, I briefly chat to Jackie, our front of house.

"Yeah, looks a lovely day. The last few weeks we've had great weather, luv, and that has meant more punters through the doors. And, of course you known what that means don't you, babe?"

I smile. "Yes..." I answer.

"Yes..." starts Jackie "We make more coin for Martika."

As we talk, a punter comes in to negotiate over Wendy whilst Candy's punter is lead out after their session.

Candy does a head tilt, beckoning me over.

"Bitch, you want to try out some smack? Martika wants me on H today. You want to do some too?"

I dunno. I'm not sure, but coaxed by Candy I eventually relent. Resistance is gone.

We go through the lounge this time, into a small room that would double as a utility room. I'm looking around as, with Candy with detailed knowledge, preps and prepares the syringe whilst she's talking to me.

She's just lit up another cigarette whilst she's heating up the powder so really multi-tasking.

We go back in the lounge and Candy preps me that I'll probably feel quite sick first time, but that's only natural. So we sit down and she gets me to put my arm out. She ties me off, at my bicep, and starts tapping my hand by my elbow.

"You got some nice juicy veins goin' on there, bitch..." she quietly informs me. Then, with an alcohol wipe, she wipes the target site and then the needle is in.... drawing back a little... before she pushes the plunger down slowly with even force.

Christ! I feel that entering my veins... as Candy pulls out the needle, unties my bicep and presses on the site with a cotton ball for a few seconds.

"There bitch. Enjoy your run..." says Candy.

Martika :

I'm just home, making myself a coffee, when I get a call from Donna. "Fuck! What's that slag done now?!?" I think to myself. Nope. All is ok. Except for... what?

So, Candy's shot up the new bitch with gear? Great. She ok? Good. Candy's shot up herself, with the same needle? Only what I expect from the bitch. You gonna do the same, Donna? Yes? Good bitch.

Terri :

I'm not sure what I thought heroin would be but, violently sick? I wasn't expecting that! Granted, Candy had told that that would be the case, but even so.

So whilst I'm stumbling around, Candy and Donna - who I think has done some too - are just acting like I always remember them. Me? Not so great.

I recall Wendy coming in after her punter has done her and looking at me with, like, a disapproving look before taking the syringe and needle - and various other parts of the paraphernalia - between her fingers and out into the utility room.

I giggle. It's just like she's daintily holding a turd!

Jackie leads a couple of punters in... one's interested in Candy and one with me. We take them upstairs and do them. I can't remember much about mine only that my skirt is up, I'm lying on the bed and he's pulling his cock out of me.... and the wetness.

I get up, shimmy down my tight leather mini and thank him for doing me.... take him downstairs... show him the door... and the Jackie shows me another punter that wants me, just as I'm lighting up a cigarette.

Sure.

So, back upstairs with this new punter, cigarette between my lips.... and off we go again.

Again, full sex. Again I'm going full tilt with wild abandonment. Being high and fucking is just... wonderful. I can understand why Candy does this.

Martika :

Gotta laugh, April. This bitch thinks that Candy loves doing drugs and the shit that she does. Well, she might do now, but it did take 3 months of breaking her down... beatings... constant injectings... gangbangs... to get her where she is too scared to say shit to me. She follows what I tell her to do, without question now. Brainwashed? Some would say that. I don't give a shit as long as she looks fuckable and brings in coin.

.. and this slag thinks she's doing it for fun? Ha! She knows no other way. But glad that she's following in her footsteps though.

Terri :

Another punter done, then passing the stairs with Donna and hers. Shown the door and took care of by Jackie and then another comes in, wanting anal... and..."Oh, here's our new girl, Chastity. You'll like her. She loves anal.." from Jackie and I'm turning on my heels and taking my next punter up.

Still a little numb, which helps with anal I did find. Relaxes the muscles a little bit more so when he's inside you it's not so harsh.

Skirt up, bent over the bed, this punter - Dan, I believe he said his name was - ramming me up the poop chute. Lots of moans and groans, from both of us, until I feel him pulse and shudder....

Climax!

As Dan ain't so 'desperate' any more, and pulling up his trousers... after discarding of the the prophylactic... and I'm shimmying my skirt down again.... I get a message from my Tom... still enjoying the show.

Finally, I'm going down the stairs. Dan is in front and heads out the front door. Bit of a break? Hope so.

Candy's in the lounge and asks how I am.

"Doin' fine, girl... doin' fine. You?" I ask.

"Fine bitch. Yeah. So you likin' the H? Was that good for you?" she asks, lighting up a cigarette and offering me one.

Deep drag. "Yeah, I wasn't expecting so much vomit though..."

"Bitch..." she cuts me off "I told you that you'd puke, didn't I?" I nod. "Yeah, you did."

"We'll do some more later, 'k?" she asks.

"'k." I answer.

Just one of the girls.

I do a blow job and then two regular fucks before have a spot of lunch. Again, as last time, Jackie makes the tea. I'm having a sandwich, Donna's doin' some noodles and Candy and Wendy are having a salad.

Jackie says that we're doing very good today, with numbers in and sex sessions.

Wendy's helping herself to a glass of wine. Candy looks at me. "What did Donna tell you, Bitch, last time out? You do H you don't drink, 'k?"

Yeah, makes sense.

"You wanna shoot up, bitch?". Jackie leaves us to wash up. I nod. Candy points to the back room again. "Get the gear, bitch.". I get the 'gear'.

Candy preps herself and shoots up on the sofa... unties.... then removes the syringe and needle from her vein... gets a cotton pad, applies some pressure.... then gets up to sort me out.

Same needle.

"W-what you doing? I can't share the needle with you..." my voice cracks.

"What's the matter, bitch? I ain't good enough for you?"

"N-no, it's just that..." I begin.

".. You might catch sumpthin', yeah? Well, bitch, we get tested monthly and b'sides, we're blood sisters already. I shot up with your needle before. Time for you to reciprocate this shit, right?" she leans in.

I'm in fear...

"Don't worry bitch, I won't hurt you. We're tight. Blood sisters." as she ties my arm off, wipes off the area and then shoots me up.

I'm gone.

Voices....

"Bitch, wake up. You have punters." I hear... but I'm awaken by the thunderous slap across my face, from Donna. I come around.

"Get your shit together." whispers Candy, in front of me.

I get up. Two quite handsome black boys are standing in front of me. I lead them upstairs. Still fully loaded.

One lies on the bed, joggers and pants down, showing his big thick looking penis.... the other, behind me... pulling up my skirt and lining me up, doggie style.

I'm attacked at both ends, sucking off my guy ahead of me... getting ridden hard from my punter behind me. I blow my boy hard... as hard as I can with all the rhythmic thrusts my vagina is getting... I go deep and by oral punter spurts into life, down my throat. Moans from me.... climax moans from him... and moans of sheer effort of my punter that is hammering away at my vagina.

Skin on skin... slapping.... I feel around, as good as I can... to play with his balls.... that helps... and boom! He cums.... he pulls out and I get myself off the bed... once again, sperm vs gravity... and gravity winning.... as I pull down my skirt I look at him.. beads of sweat covered his face.

"Thanks for the effort, baby.." I say, caressing his face.... smiling...."And not forgetting you, hun.... I've not had something so big in my mouth for ages." I coo.

Martika :

I get a series of messages from Jackie, firstly saying that Candy's shooting the 'new girl' up again an' then, secondly, that she's just done her first duo. Spitroast.

I just message back "Good girl."

Terri :

So, after a mouthful of cum and a leaking pussy, I'm showing my punters the door... in a very stoned kind of way, granted, but my best to be professional. Next up, Jackie introduces me to this woman - Elaine - that wants some 'fun' with me.

I make a quick comment - excuse - about needing to get a cigarette... anything... so that I can have a quick chat to one of the other girls about... well... what the hell do I do?

Thankfully, as I'm in the back room, looking for my cigarettes, there's Candy having a breather. So I ask her.

"Candy, what the fuck do I do with a woman punter? Any advice?" I ask desperately.

"Bitch, just work that pussy. Kiss and caress her. The shit that we like as women done to us, right? Bring her off." is her sagely advice.

"Thanks.." I answer, lighting up and taking a deep drag of my cigarette, then back out to spend some quality time with this Elaine. I've seen her before... seems like she was coming down the stairs with Candy the last time I was here. She's one of Candy's regular's that fancied a bit of a change.

I led her upstairs to my bedroom. Sounds like Wendy is finishing up with her punter just next door.

I shut the door on me and Elaine and gently caress her face, I get her to lie down on the bed. I finish off my cigarette and stub it out, before crawling along the bed on top of Elaine.

Elaine is cute. Like.. real cute. I've never been with a woman before but if I was to have my first interaction with pussy, and not my own, then Elaine here looks like a good first choice.

Similar age as me. Blonde hair. Lovely smile. Big red lips... and breasts; this woman has nice, pert breasts.

She opens her legs for me and I act, just like I tell Tom, come over and put a finger and trace it down the lips of her vagina.... smile at her..... then slowly lower my face to her. I lick.... nibble... feel her juices begin to happen. Her syrupy fluids.

She purrs into action.

I raise myself from her vagina.... fix her with a lustful stare.... and start to trace that vagina with my fingers.... and, with my other hand, caress her breasts over her blouse. She quickly unbuttons her top and grabs my hand, placing it on her breast.... her nipple.... alert.

She asks me how much of a 'dirty girl' I have been. I tell her, sensuously, that I've been ".. cum in by 7 punters already..." - that's not including the BJ's - and she loves that. I put another couple of fingers into her vagina and start pumping away... teasing her...."You like that? I've been such a dirty slag...".... and driving her on. She asks me to tell her, so I go on about my men today... whispered into her ear.... all the while, pumping her hard... deep... and fast.

Arm ache.... I swap hands, but not before I lick my fingers clean of her liquids. First vagina juices, other than my own I guess, that I have tasted. But that's usually been from one of my 'playdates' taking their cocks from out of my vagina to into my mouth.

Still.... it tastes nice.

I bring her to the edge... then over it in a whimpering, gasping mess..... cumming all over my hand..

"Fuck!!!" she cries and bucks wildly.

Good. Another satisfied customer.

As she leaves she kisses me on the lips... then licks hers... guess she likes me...

The evening goes on like that. Candy shoots me up again and I'm loving it.

One punter after another. I really don't care who does me. As long as I am laying and earning. That's all that really matters now. I'm this character, Chastity, and she's a damn good whore. Loves her cigarettes, loves her sex and loves her drugs.

I'm working my shift in the brothel, for Martika, and I want to be one of her top earners.

Up and down those stairs... the occasional glass of water to drink, but it's mostly about lighting up cigarettes and doing my job. I do another duo. That's nice. Some footballers playing 'hide the sausage' in me... and I make them both cum. Oral. Vaginal. Semen spurted and dumped in the appropriate hole.

End of the evening and Tom's at the door. I'm shattered... and spunked in.... and we're waiting for Donna to finish her guy. The banging of the headboard... we can hear that downstairs, over the sound of the music playing in the background.

She too eventually finishes up.

Tom sits with me. I smile. Then I hear Martika's voice, obviously she's finished her streetwalking tonight. Donna heads right towards her to get her money, complimenting her on her appearance - Martika, I find, is always on point - and gets her money and stuffs it down her bra.

Candy follows Martika through to talk to me.

Martika :

I'm heading to my brothel after doing my work and shit on the streets. I got you, April, to pay the other bitches and I'm going over just to see how they've been earning; see if anything has kicked off. Jackie said all was well but it's good to check, right?

So that's what I'm doing.

The night is fairly warm so I'm not freeing at this stupid time of morning.

I see Tom ahead of me, getting into the brothel. Probably waiting for his wife to finish. So I get in and I'm greeted by Jackie first, who tells me that all is good and that there's been no hassles.

Donna's there. Creeping around me, y'know? Complements and shit. I know her game. I read through what she's earned and pay her for what she's done. Candy, as usual, says that she's earned well. She does, actually. That slag never lets me down.

Quick chat to Chastity and Tom. Telling the bitch that she's earned well and she's fitting in with the other bitches. She's stoned out of her fuckin' box. I tell Tom that he's to pick you up, April, and to go out on a spending spree tomorrow, to buy some hooking shit to wear. Her own stuff.

And then, for fuck's sake, Candy comes out with tellin' Tom that she's been on the bloody needle all day. Tom is shocked... hurt... upset... angry. It gets a bit messy.

I tell then to get their shit and fuck off out, and not to forget that they're picking up April around 10 am. Not sure if they're listening. Tom is draggin' Chastity out to the car.

I'll send them a text in the morning.

End Of Part 8