Debtor's Corral Pt. 02

A female enforcer in red came down the little aisle toward Andrea, still sitting in the Debtor's chair with her dress pulled up to her navel.

"Please vacate the Section in a timely manner," the woman kept her voice courteous. "There are showers to your right where you may wash up."

"Yes, ma'am," Andrea replied automatically, her brain still in that urgent obedience mode, her fear of the cost of petulance driving her to bow and scrape.

Obsequious, Andrea thought, that's the word for it. Humbly obedient and servile.

Her shoulders twitched and her stomach clenched, causing her body to double over where she slouched. The enforcer watched her carefully.

"I'm-" Andrea twitched again, "I'm sorry."

I don't need to act like that anymore, Andrea realized, and I'm about to start laughing.

"It's normal," the woman told her with an eye roll. "You were worried and now you're relieved. Please head to the showers before you distract everyone here."

The spanking around her continued unabated, but Andrea couldn't hear it any longer, all of it replaced by a background white noise erasing every other sound. Even the women around her, suffering their punishments at the hands of their Customers, entered her brain as a blur of pink flesh amidst a visual greyness.

Rising, because someone had told her to do so, Andrea stumbled down the aisle between the two neighbouring sections and found her way to the back door.

"That's the Debtors' Exit," a woman's voice echoed in her brain, speaking directly into her ear.

Oh, she has me by the elbow, Andrea noticed. How nice of her.

With a polite shove, Andrea found herself in a small room with two exits, marked "Debtors" and "Customers".

She took the door to the left and found herself at one end of a long, open-concept changing area. Along the centre of the room, women in various states of undress sat on a bench that ran almost the length of the room. One woman, naked and with her hair wrapped in a towel, fetched her clothing from a locker underneath the bench.

Nearest the door, three women sat with their heads in their hands, shaking slightly. A dozen or so low-walled shower cubicles lined the walls, curtainless and open to the room, each with an independent drain. Andrea noted that half of them appeared to be in use, listless women soaping and scrubbing their bodies.

One of them is still wearing her top, Andrea noticed, washing her crotch out with the extendable shower head. I should probably wash my butt out.

She could still feel the slimy lubricant from the tail butt plug, making her cheeks more slippery than they ought to be.

A dark-haired woman, nearest the door, looked up at Andrea, her eyes rimmed with tears as she stood up wearing nothing but her semen stained panties.

"I'm done," the woman said, and started laughing. "It's all gone!"

Andrea burst into laughter too and hugged the woman as they both shivered, ignoring the stains transferred to her dress.

My face smells like come anyway, Andrea thought, I'll be washing this dress if not burning it.

After a short while, they pulled away from each other and found the two other women from the bench, one completely naked and the other wearing only her bra, had joined their giggling mass.

"Oh, your face," the dark-haired woman sniffed and wrinkled her nose. "I'm Dahla, by the way."

"Yeah, I'm Andrea," Andrea said. "He got my face. You?"

"My pussy," Dahla sighed. "He got a little too turned on and at the last minute he tucked my underwear between my lips so he could blow all over them."

"He got my boobs," the dark-skinned woman in the bra said, looking down at her chest. "Jada, by the way."

"Like, on your bra?" the fourth woman asked, trying to suss out what had happened by looking over her opposite.

"No, inside it," Jada explained, pulling the material of the bra away from her chest, showing them the sticky semen stretching from flesh to cup.

"Oh," the fourth raised her eyebrows. "Mine spanked the hell out of me and then came on my face."

"Did anybody else do boob-slapping?" Dahla asked. "That hurts, but it paid off a lot of money."

"You've got the boobs for it," the fourth said. "I offered but no one took it. They wanted me for my butt and my face."

They turned to look at her in sympathy.

"Your butt?" Andrea began. "Um-"

"Megan," the fourth replied. "I did a lot of spankings and then he slapped my face with his cock for, like, ever, before he blew all over me."

"That was my thing, too," Andrea winced. "That and a tail thingie."

"You did the tail?" Dahla asked. "I didn't want to do any butt stuff."

Jada and Megan agreed on that part.

"I had a lot to pay off," Andrea said.

"Your boobs are big enough," Megan looked over at Dahla. "Like hers. Could have let him slap those."

"Or let him pinch your nipples and clamp them," Jada pointed down her bra. "My nipples are kinda stretched out right now."

Andrea shrugged and started to answer, but the door opened behind her and another woman gingerly walked in. Her eyes down, she walked past the four of them and went directly to the showers.

"She looks uncomfortable," Dahla said.

"She was next to me, I think," Andrea said, seeing the semen all over the woman's cheeks as she walked away. "She was using two dildos at once on herself."

Everyone winced at this.

I guess I'm with the Beginner Crowd here, Andrea realised. We all had small enough debts we didn't have to do anything like that.

"Didn't the tail hurt, though?" Dahla asked.

"I thought it would," Andrea said. "But it was really small. It just feels weird up there and now I have to figure out how to wash out the lube she used."

"Sorry? She?" Dahla asked.

"Oh, yeah," Andrea explained. "I was a 'birthday gift' for her husband. His wife bought my debt. She was doing the spanking and the paddling and everything. He just, you know, came on me at the end."

Three sets of eyes bugged out at this.

"A woman put a tail up your butt?" Jada asked.

"She had one, too," Andrea said with a shrug to demonstrate her own surprise. "I got to pull it out of her when we were done. I guess her husband's really into that."

"Okay," Jada's eyes went wide before she let out a sigh. "I think I've talked through this enough for now. I wanna wash off."

"This is weird," Dahla said. "So feel free to say 'no'. But you guys want to get a coffee after?"

"I am getting a little extra money," Andrea said with an eye roll. "I could afford a coffee."

It took a minute to walk down the long bench as each woman went to find her change of clothing.

No security, Andrea noted, I guess they assume we won't steal each other's stuff.

Far beyond any nervousness about her body, she stripped off her soiled dress, popped the clasp off her bra and dropped her clothes on the floor. The nearest spigot provided instant hot water in all the scalding temperatures she wanted right then.

Scrub my face, scrub my ass, she thought, oh, god, this slimy lube.

The Agency had laid out a variety of body washes, one of which they had helpfully labelled, "Breaks Down Lubricants".

Andrea grabbed this one, lathered up her hands, and cleaned her backside thoroughly as her highest priority.

Believe it or not, the face comes second.

After that, a good wash for her hair and face made her feel a lot better, almost like none of it had ever happened, until she got down to her crotch.

Half shaved, half furry, she thought, okay, I can't get rid of that memory until I get home.

She had shaved herself once for a boyfriend, just as a treat, and let it grow back. She'd have to do the same again, enduring the brief, itchy period that followed the shave.

Next to her, Jada hosed herself down, gently cleaning her own breasts.

"I wanna scrub them like crazy," she admitted to Andrea, "but that bastard really did a job on my nipples, so I can't. I wonder if he meant it that way."

"Maybe," Andrea admitted, honestly considering it.

That could be a thing, she thought, is it really exciting for him to watch his wife lick my face clean after he's already come? Probably not. But knowing she planned to do it afterwards probably made him come harder.

"That makes sense," Andrea said as she turned off her water. "I bet that's what she was whispering to her husband. Telling him how she meant to lick my face clean when he was done."

Jada nodded, decided she was clean too, and turned off her faucet.

They found towels to wrap their hair and quickly gathered with the other two women.

"She did that to you, too?" Dahla nodded at Andrea's crotch.

"The half-shave? Yeah," Andrea replied. "Compared to the red ass, though..."

"They give us all the shampoos and body washes," Dahla raised an eyebrow. "But not a razor."

"No one imagines this, I guess," Andrea said. "I'll have to fix it when I get home."

After drying herself off with the provided towels, Andrea slipped on a pair of soft, tight, white panties and felt a little better about the half shave.

That's going to feel weird, but I said I'd go for coffee.

Andrea didn't check her phone until the four of them reached the coffee shop.

First thing's first, she thought, I need to see my bank account. They said I still owed money for the spankings, but letting him come on me was worth way more than that. I should have...

Her mind baulked as it saw her account balance.

I haven't seen a positive balance in years, but this is crazy.

"Coffee's on me," she said suddenly.

"Huh?" Dahla asked. "Now, now, we've all had money trouble, I couldn't-"

Andrea had already turned her phone to Dahla.

"What is that about?" Dahla asked, immediately pulling out her own phone and reading her through her messages.

"Oh, I got a bit extra, too," she said. "Check your email receipt."

Andrea scrolled through her messages, found one from the Debtor's Recovery Agency, opened it and located the receipt.

"There it is," Andrea said. "Three hundred fifty credits for facial ejaculation. But, wait, that's still not enough to explain..."

Dahla and Andrea looked up at the same time from their reading.

"Abject Culpability Confession?" Andrea pronounced the strange phrase attached to the bonus.

"A tip?" Dahla exclaimed. "That means a tip. How... how fucking pretentious!"

"It was an extra hundred credits," Andrea said. "That's like, three months' rent."

"Mine was only twenty," Dahla rolled her eyes. "Did I not say 'please' and 'thank you' hard enough."

Dahla batted her eyelashes doe-like.

"Oh, please sir," she mewed. "Slap my titties and make them jiggle."

"Ahem," the male barista coughed at her, "This is a Starbucks, ma'am?"

Dahla blushed and looked at the man behind the counter.

"Sorry," she said.

"S'alright," he drawled. "We get women coming here out of the Agency all the time. Paid off some debts? Come out to celebrate?"

"Choco-Chai Latte," Dahla said, nodding towards Andrea, "she's paying, apparently."

"I am," Andrea nodded to the barista. "Columbian Dark and... Jada? Megan?"

"I'll try that dark," Jada said, distracted by her own phone.

"Earl Grey tea," Megan said. "Thanks."

Once they sat down, winces all around the table, Andrea leaned in.

"Okay, I take it this is the first time you guys have done this, too?" Andrea asked.

She received nods and a chorus of sighs.

"I wasn't expecting a tip," Andrea said.

"Me neither," Jada shrugged. "And, I mean, my nips are sore but I guess it's worth it to get all that debt paid off. I was in trouble."

"But 'Abject Culpability Confession'?" Andrea asked.

"It's the law," Dahla explained with a note of surprise in her voice. She pointed at her phone before continuing, "They can't really give you a gratuity, right? So it's more like 'Oh, you were so good about admitting what a horrible person you are'. It's like when a judge reduces someone's sentence because they acted really, really sorry."

"Ugh," Megan said. "It was the talking part that was so annoying. 'Oh, please! Spank me again! Right there, sir! Oh, yes!'"

The three other women shivered at Megan's recital.

"God," Megan closed her eyes in disgust.

"At least you were ready for it," Andrea said. "I didn't even watch the part of the prep videos where they talked about facials and butt stuff. I had no idea what to say."

"Please, sir!" Megan started in falsetto.

"Ma'am," Andrea corrected.

"Please, ma'am," Megan tried again, tilting her head and making the same doe-eyed expression Dahla had used. "Stick that tail in my ass so I can wiggle for you!"

"Basically," Andrea closed her eyes as she felt her cheeks redden.

"It seems so degrading on the one hand," Jada frowned. "But there's so much money in it, it feels like we're taking them for a ride. I was over eight hundred credits in the hole this morning."

"Ha ha," Megan said.

"What?"

"In the hole."

Jada rolled her eyes, "Really?"

Megan shrugged and sipped her tea.

"It's like," Andrea frowned. "I never meant to do the tail thing, but my mind completely changed once I got in there and saw everyone else doing everything."

"You think that's on purpose?" Megan asked. "Putting us all in one room?"

"Probably," Jada nodded. "They can enforce the rules and meanwhile we get encouraged to act really slutty because everyone is doing it."

Andrea frowned.

"You meant something else, though, didn't you?" Dahla asked her.

"Yeah," Andrea said. "Having done it, I feel like I'd be better off if I could do the tail-in-the-butt stuff and only that part. That's a lot of money for a little discomfort."

"You can't," Dahla said. "There's a minimum amount of pain content."

"What?" Andrea asked. "They told me there was a max, but..."

"Yeah," Dahla said. "That part I already knew. It's in the Act. The focus is supposed to be about punishment, with the sexual part only there for humiliation. The men supposedly get lashes or dangerous labour details and we get either spanked, paddled or have our boobs slapped."

"Or nipples clamped," Jada pointed out.

"But you, uh," Dahla looked at Andrea. "You'd do the tail thing for money?"

"Now that I've had one up there," Andrea's eyes widened as she focused her gaze on their coffee and tea cups. "It wasn't such a big deal. But I wouldn't want all those spankings again. The woman spanking me, Deirdre was her name, she actually didn't do all the paddling at the end because she realised I couldn't take it. That's why they switched to, you know, my face."

"Sadly," Megan admitted, "I signed up for the facial from the beginning."

"Mm," Jada frowned.

"Hey, I was over nine hundred down," Megan protested.

"I ain't judging," Jada held up her hand defensively. "I jumped right on letting some guy come on my tits."

Jada frowned, looking down at her body.

"And then he wanted to come inside my bra and just sort of sit there after, watching me be sticky and cold," Jada twisted her lips. "Letting it, like, congeal."

"Messy," Megan offered. "But at least it didn't hurt?"

"The pain was when I had to wash it off after the nipple clamps," Jada reminded her.

"Fewer spankings, though?" Megan tried to find a silver lining.

"Fewer spankings," Jada sighed.

They sat in silence for a few moments.

"Would you do it again, though?" Andrea blurted out suddenly.

The women exchanged glances.

"I mean," Megan said. "I'm going to try to get my money in order better, but it's hard to have any kind of life on the money I make. Once I've paid for rent and food... I just can't afford it if anything else comes up."

"And I can never seem to land a better job," Jada said.

Shaking heads all around.

"Or at least take on roommates?" Dahla asked. "Rent a place all together?"

"That's an idea," Andrea said. "But seriously, if you could do it again. It's a lot of money, right?"

"I've already been embarrassed once," Jada acknowledged, looking down. "I guess the second time will be easier?"

"It also hurts," Dahla reminded her.

Groans of acknowledgement replied to this.

"And it will hurt for a while yet," Andrea wiggled in her seat. "And it would hurt the next time. But they paid an absurd amount of money."

"They made every other kind of prostitution illegal," Dahla said. "Those religious groups really came down hard when they got their people in government. It's freakish, but it's the only way these rich people can be sure to not get in trouble. They make us get blood tested and everything."

Andrea's phone buzzed with the urgent pattern and she quickly picked it up.

"What is it?" Dahla asked.

"It's a message from the Agency."

"What now? An even bigger tip?" Dahla sounded slightly envious.

"It's a message," Andrea peered closer. "Request for contact? What the-"

"They protect your identity," Dahla said. "That's in the Act, too. So if your Customer wants to contact you, they make a request and it comes like this. They won't get your contact information unless you okay it."

"Oh," Andrea looked down through the message. "It's from Deirdre."

"Uh-huh."

"This is a thing?" Andrea asked as she wrinkled her nose. "They want to 'Conduct Punishment Reinforcement' on me for a whole weekend... in their home."

"What," Jada said.

Andrea laid her phone on the table so the others could read the message.

"Still with the butt plug tail, I see," Jada noted.

"And they both want to spank you," Megan said. "How nice, they want to do it together and work on your 'tolerance'."

"And lots of messy semen," Dahla finished.

"Price to be negotiated," Andrea read back.

"That explains the generous tip," Dahla pointed out. "They want you back."

The four women sat in silence a little longer.

"Couldn't hurt to find out what they're offering?" Jada asked.

"Half an hour earned me almost a thousand credits," Andrea said. "This could be a lot more. A lot more."

"They are going to paddle you stupid, though," Megan pointed out. "And obviously he's going to come all over you."

"Yeah," Dahla said, looking at Andrea's phone. "I haven't heard of this, under the Act. I'd have to read up about it."

"I thought all of this was illegal now?" Andrea asked, confused herself. "The government came down hard on prostitution, right?"

"Oh, definitely," Dahla said. "That was the whole point. Stamp out all the 'sin'. Create ridiculous punishments for sex workers and clients and apply them even to rich male customers. But, somehow, this is allowed?"

The women sat in silence for a while, sipping their drinks.

"What if we did it?" Jada asked. When the others looked at her in confusion, she added. "Got an apartment together, the four of us? You're all living alone, right?"

Nods came in reply.

"I'll find us an apartment, a small house, something," she said. "We can save a lot on rent and maybe stay out of debt, right?"

"Good luck," Dahla said. "I have the hardest time finding cheap places. Everyone I work with is living in a nice enough place, but I never seem to find anything like they do."

"It's gotta be worth trying, though, right?" Jada pleaded.

"Definitely," Megan agreed, wincing as she adjusted her seat. "I don't even want to sit down right now and I've got a night shift coming."

The women exchanged numbers immediately and Jada began a feverish search before she even left the cafe.

A week passed and they had only disappointment to show for their search efforts. By the third day, all four women had joined the quest, watching their bank accounts shrink.

One night, before Megan's shift started, the four of them joined a group call from their separate apartments.

"I'm almost in the hole again," Megan said. "I got hit with this weird thing at work where they cut my hours. They said that going to the Agency makes me a credit risk."

"What?" Dahla asked. "So they make it worse?"

"Yeah," Megan shook her head. "I had to pay rent, food and a lot of delayed taxes."

"Crap," Andrea said, looking down at the data from her apartment search. "I wish I could find a cheap place, even just for two of us or something."

"It's weird," Jada said. "I let everyone at work know I was looking for a place? A bunch of them wouldn't help because they heard I went to the Agency. But one woman, she was leaving the city, right, and she was giving up her place. So I told her I'd rent it from her, because it was so cheap compared to what we've been paying, right?"

"And?"

"She said subletting was against her contract, but she'd called the landlord," Jada said. "And she did and gave the guy my info. But he said I wasn't 'qualified'. I told him I had three other people with me and we could totally afford it, but he just said, 'unqualified' and disconnected."

"How cheap was it?" Megan asked.

"It would have cut our rent to less than half what we're all paying," Jada said.

"Fucked up," Megan declared. "I won't have a choice in another couple weeks. It's either taking a whole lot of paddles or getting sent to prison."

"Can you still talk to the landlord?" Dahla asked Jada.

"Yeah, but why?"

"Give him all of our names," Dahla said. "Together, we've got to qualify."

"I'll give it a try," Jada said. "But-"

"Please?" Megan asked.

Jada saw the look in her eyes and sighed, then waved the connection into Hold mode while she called up the landlord. She left the connection open on their end, though, so they could listen in.

"Hello?" the man said. He rolled his eyes, "You again?"

"I have three other women here with me," Jada said carefully. "I'm sure if you look at our work and credit histories, you can see-"

"More of you women marked by the Agency?" the man asked instantly, glaring at Jada.

"What does that have to-"

"No," the man made a sharp cutting gesture with his hand. "I'm not doing that again. I don't provide places for you people. My insurance goes up. I get calls. Don't contact me again."

The connection cut instantly and Jada turned back to the other women.

"Wow," Megan said. "Damn."

"That makes no sense," Dahla said. "Why would he 'get calls'? From whom? How the hell are we 'Marked'?"

Andrea looked down at the offer from Deirdre and her husband.

"I'm sorry," Andrea told Megan. "I couldn't get Deirdre to advance me any money. I guess that's against the rules."

"It's alright," Megan sighed. "I gotta do what I gotta do. And what you're gonna do ain't any better, Andrea."

"Tell us how it goes," Jada said. "I'll keep looking, alright?"

"More importantly," Dahla said. "I know it's going to be difficult, but take note of every single option they give you while you're in the Corral. I don't even remember everything and I looked as carefully as I could."

"Why is that important?" Megan asked.

"I don't know," Dahla said. "It's just... something feels weird about all this."

"Alright," Megan sighed. "It's not like I can take notes, but I'll try to remember everything I can."

Three days later, the four women managed to get together again, commiserating with Megan immediately after she left the Agency.

Andrea bought her a cup of Earl Grey Tea and set it down before her immediately.

"Tell us everything you can remember," Dahla said.

"Ugh, right now?" Megan shifted in her seat, clearly sore.

"Yes," Dahla insisted. "Before you forget. Tell us everything you remember."

"Alright," Megan sighed, curled up her left leg under her right cheek and took a deep sniff at her tea. "Here goes."

I watched all the videos this time because I have no idea what I'm going to subject myself to. I guess I was looking for clues like Dahla wanted, but I also wanted to see how I could make the most money. So, yeah, I looked at everything, even the butt stuff. And, my god, all of the cheesy phrases they demo for you. It's so fucked up. Remind me never to get in so much debt I have to take a mean guy sticking his dick up there.

Anyway.

I got into the Corral and sat down and then I checked off all the boxes I could. I noticed one thing. You know how you get a bunch of money if you promise to beg for everything the whole time? There's no box for promising to hate it the whole time. Like, I'm pretty sure there are a tonne of guys who would love to hear you begging them, "Please stop! Oh, no, not the paddle again!" You know what I mean?

So I checked off all the spanking and the paddling and letting them come wherever they want. I mean, the guy splattered my face last time, so who cares where else he does it right? I just swept right through and hit the "All Targets" button so it automatically filled them in.

Yeah, I know, I know, a bit of a mistake not to actually read all of them. Shut up.

But the one thing I noticed before I hit the "All" button? The prices. Coming on my face didn't cost so much. It was definitely 350 the last time and it was three-ten-something this time. I guess I was hoping to keep the spanking to a minimum but, well, you can see how hard it is to sit down, so that didn't pan out.

Megan wiggled in her seat and took a quiet sip of her tea.

Yeah, yeah, I know. There's a mandatory minimum.

So I filled out the checkboxes. After Andrea mentioned the tail thing, I checked that too. I mean, why not, at this point? But I still left a few unchecked and there I am, sitting in the Corral, waiting and hoping I get called and kinda hoping I don't get called because I checked a lot of those boxes, right?

It's still early in the morning and I've only been sitting down for maybe fifteen minutes and they call me. I was pretty surprised, but what could I do? I went up to the front and sat down with one of those power-suit chicks and she went over my application with me.

She tells me she thinks she can get me a good deal but - and this part is just like last time - I left this one box unchecked, it's the one for slapping me in the face with his cock.

"Oh, if you just check this one box," she tells me.

Just like last time when I didn't check it either and they called me up and said the same thing. So, again, I check the box and then, bingo, she tells me we've got a match. Suspicious as hell that happened twice.

The next part happened really fast, okay? I'm not sure how much you want to hear, so here it goes.

I get into section 24 and the Customer comes right in behind me. He pushes me to the ground and asks if I want to get slapped with his cock.

So, I'm like, "Oh, yes, please sir. Slap my face with that beast."

And he's already hard so he just drops his pants, pulls his dick out of his shorts and starts slapping me.

I'm pretending like I love it, "Oh, yeah, harder! Let me hear it! Rub it in my eyes!" and all that just like in the videos.

While he's doing it, he's leaking already, right? So these drops are getting all over my face. I'm expecting there's a facial coming, but it's too early. I don't know what happens if he comes before we even do the spanking part, so I ask him if I should take off my skirt.

And he thinks he's all clever and he asks me, "What for?"

And I'm like, "So you can spank me real good" like it's not the most obvious thing in the world.

So he's like, "Yeah, let's see that ass."

But he's still slapping my face and I'm trying to get my clothes off. I'm still afraid he's going to pop off too early, so I felt like I had to do something, right?

"Oh, please, let's do some spanking," I tell him. "My ass deserves some punishment, don't you think?"

He's all, "Hell yeah."

So I stand up and I can finally get my skirt off properly and then I try to take off my underwear, but he says, no, he wants me to keep it on. That's weird, right? But, whatever, he gets me up on my back on the table and grabs my ankles so he can spank me from underneath. Then he just lays into me. He's not spreading it around at all, he's just hitting the bottom of my butt over and over again, both cheeks, but the same two spots. It's burning and burning and the whole time I'm going, "Oh, yessir. I love it, sir. Teach me a lesson. I've been such a bad girl." All that shit.

Megan looked up from the table and took a deep breath as she found an older woman glaring at her from the waiting line for coffee.

"Hey, lady," Megan sneered. "If you don't wanna hear the shit that goes on next door, this is the wrong coffee shop."

I guess he got near the end of the spanking count. You know, I'm really not sure how they let them know when they're getting done. But anyway, he says, "How would you like some paddles?"

I'm all, "Yeah, let's get that paddle out and really slap that ass" or whatever.

He waddles over, with his dick all out and uncomfortable, and he gets the long black paddle thingie.

"You ready for this?" he says.

"Oh, yeah, let me have it!"

It's so hard not to roll your eyes, right? But the sense of humour evaporates pretty quickly once he starts whacking me. I'm just hanging on for dear life, shouting out how much I enjoy it, along with all the other women in the place.

I think I actually heard this tone go off, and maybe there was a flash of light or something, and suddenly he stops. I'm guessing that's how they tell him he's done. Anyway, at least I remembered what to say from the videos.

"Is my ass nice and red, sir?"

He's all, "Oh, yeah!"

"Oh, thank you sir!"

So here's the thing. You know how you told me to pay attention to everything in the Corral that I could and try to remember everything? Well, I was paying so much attention to prices and trying to memorise everything on the list that I actually didn't even notice what the Customer had agreed to.

At this point, I'm like, hell, I should ask him for the next thing right? But I don't know what the other things are. Ugh.

"What do you wanna do next, sir?" I tell him, like I'm being all coy and shit, but really I don't know what else I'm signed up for.

He's like, "Let's see that little asshole of yours."

I'm thinking, oh, right, I checked a few boxes, but I know I didn't check the one for anal sex or anything like that. So I just keep my legs up and pull my panties aside.

"You wanna take a good look?" I ask him.

"Oh, yeah," he says. "You know what comes next?"

I'm lost at this point, so I just keep my voice really whispery and say to him, "I wanna hear you say it."

Then he leans in close and says, "I'm gonna lube that up and we're sticking this little tail in you."

Andrea grimaced at this and gave Megan a sympathetic tilt of her head.

"Yeah," Megan said. "You're the one who said it was no big deal."

Here's the weird part. After he squirts some lube on my pussy and lets it slither down so he can make circles around my hole, he gets this tail. Nice little silver ball and everything - yeah, Andrea, the small one - and, guess what? The extended part is this reddish orange fur. That's right, exactly the colour of my hair. I mean, dead on, like they made it from cutting my own hair, except it's some kind of synthetic fur.

You get what I mean? Do they have hundreds of these tails in every possible shade from Sunflower Blonde to Deep Chestnut? This one is dead on and so I tell him, yeah, go ahead, stick it in me. And he puts it in and takes it out a whole bunch of times and then leaves it in finally. I do a little walk around thing, wiggling it for him. I'm asking him if I'm doing it right, if he wants my panties off, all that nonsense, right. May as well get the best tip I can.

Now I'm thinking, by the way that this guy is panting, that we're getting close to the end. I mean, if you add up all my debt, then subtract the spanking, the slapping, the tail, all that, and you know he's going to come on me. Well, I'm not great at math, but I'm pretty sure his credit is pretty much done.

"You ready to blow that load?" I ask him.

"You ready for it?" he asks, and he's got this smirk on his face.

But, again, I totally blanked out on what the guy had actually paid for. Is he coming on my face, or my tits, or what? The way he'd been slapping my face, I thought that's what he was doing, right?

Well, next thing you know, he's flipping me over on my stomach, gets my hips up in the air and comes around the other end of the table.

I think I know what's going on. He wants my ass in the air so he can see the tail. So I turn my face kinda sideways and, sure enough, he's right there, slapping my cheek and my eye with his cock. It's super, super hard now, right?

"You gonna blow that load on my face?" I ask him, because I don't want to commit if that's the wrong thing to say.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he says.

"Oh, yeah," I tell him. "I'd love some come on my face."

"Nice try," he says and he starts to say, "bitch" I think, but he knows they're not allowed to call us names like that.

At that point, I'm getting all confused. Like, where in the hell did he pay to come, then?

But he keeps slapping my face, getting little drops of pre-come all over my eyelids and what not and I can literally feel the end of his cock getting larger.

"Where you wanna spray that bad boy?" I ask him, and I'm trying to sound all clever and sultry, but I really don't know, so I start guessing. "I'd like some on my tits."

"I bet you would," he says.

So, okay, I'm guessing it's not there.

"Maybe my cunt needs to get all sticky?" I ask him.

"You'd probably like that," he says and he's grunting at this point.

"Maybe all over my ass," I ask.

"Damn right!" his voice got real loud at this point.

"Oh, yeah!" I get real loud, "Get down there and spray my ass!"

Ugh, it's just the worst, but once you've done all the orientation vids, these phrases just come to your tongue like nothing. So he gets down there and, none too gently, pulls the tail out of my ass. I don't move, because I realise he put my ass up in the air for this in the first place.

At first, I think he just wants to come all over my cheeks, but then gets right up on the table and kneels behind me.

"Spread those cheeks for me!" he says.

That's when I figure out what he actually wants me to say.

"Oh, yeah?" I ask, and now I'm holding my cheeks open. "You want to come in my asshole do you? Oh, yeah. Fill it up!"

I don't really need to use my hands, because my knees are so wide, but I do it anyway because that's what he seems to want. Now, I was pretty sure he wouldn't actually be allowed to touch my hole with his cock, but I can feel he's really close, and I start to feel, as he's jerking so hard, that his tip is bumping against the insides of my cheek. I'm really determined though because I know I need to nail the contract.

"Come on! Come in my asshole!" I'm just shouting things at him now and finally I feel his body tense up and he just kind of presses against my hole when he releases and shoots the first load - Ugh, I'll never forget this feeling - right up my butt. Like, under pressure. My muscles sort of tense up, but I force myself to relax and I don't stop egging him on while he keeps shooting all over cheeks and into my hole. It's even dripping down, right? Sliding over my pussy.

Anyway, he finishes up and then he sits down in the chair.

I'm all, "Do you like my ass? All nice and red and filled with come?"

"Oh, yeah," he says, "Just stay like that for a while."

So I go through all the questions that were in the orientation. "Do I like pretty?" and "Isn't that a nice red ass?" and all that, and eventually the guy calms down and gets dressed and leaves.

Megan heaved a sigh of relief.

"That's all I remember," she said. "Unless you really want to hear about how hard it is to get come out of your ass and pussy hair."

"I scrubbed my own pussy out," Dahla said. "No, we're good."

"So?" Megan asked. "What does any of that tell you?"

"First thing I noticed," Dahla said. "Was the drop in price. Was everybody at 350 for a facial?"

Nods all around, except Jada, who hadn't checked that box.

"But the second time around, it's lower?" Dahla asked. "You're sure?"

"It must be that they figure it's less humiliating every time you do it, right?" Andrea asked. "It's supposed to be a punishment for being irresponsible. But I bet, if you took a facial every day, you'd stop caring."

Megan considered this and turned to Dahla, "That sounds right. Bet it didn't bother porn stars in the old days."

"But the spanking values were the same?" Dahla asked.

"Pretty sure, yeah."

"When I went up," Dahla said. "The staff member asked if I would add breast slapping to my allowed punishments? You said you got asked, both times, to add face slaps with his cock?"

"Yeah, that was weird," Megan said. "Like, is there something about my face that needs slapping?"

"Andrea, did you get asked for anything extra?"

"The tail in the butt," Andrea nodded.

"Jada?"

"The nipple clamps," Jada confirmed.

"So that's the thing?" Dahla said. "When you're in the Corral, they're watching you. They're picking you out. And the Agents call you up to the front and get you to add something that the Customer wants."

"What's that about?" Andrea wondered. "Is it just the 'thrill' of making us do stuff we didn't want to do? Or do they come in with a plan and try to fit whoever they can into their plan?"

"That brings me to the last thing," Dahla said. "And this is really weird."

"The tail?" Megan asked with a wince.

"The tail," Dahla said. "That guy had a tail all picked out, that exactly matched the shade of your hair?"

"It looked dead-on to me," Megan agreed with a firm nod.

"So... what?" Andrea twisted her lips. "Do they literally have hundreds of those tails in their closet of toys? Or this guy had Megan picked out... what... before she even came in?"

"That can't be," Megan said. "How would he know I'm coming?"

Dahla shook her head.

"Come on," Jada said. "With the amount of money flowing through the Agency? I'm sure they can afford all the best toys."

"Yeah, probably," Megan sighed before turning to Andrea. "Are you really going through with this weekend?"

"Yeah," Andrea closed her eyes.

"I feel sorry for your butt," Megan said. "A whole weekend of this? Spanking, the tail, everything?"

Andrea nodded.

"You might learn something from these people," Dahla said. "I'm sorry about how much it's going to hurt, but there's also one other thing you might be able to do while you're there."