Selling My Dignity Pt. 03

"What are you waiting for? Take that slutty dress off." Laura ordered me.

We were in her bedroom. I had just walked into her huge apartment from her private elevator. The penthouse had a stunning view of the city all the way to the darkness of the ocean. I had left my low-profile high heels at the entrance. The slick, polished concrete felt cool under my bare feet. The large room felt almost empty, devoid of frivolous decorations, the colors being all different tones of white and black.

Her bedroom was in the same style, except for the violet bedcovers.

"Ah... yes," I mumbled, while hurriedly taking off my dress and sliding it down my slender waist and curvy ass. When the silky fabric of my red dress was on the ground, I felt so nude and embarrassed. I crossed my arms around my cold skin, trying to cover. But despite my shyness, my, oh so, tiny cock was at full mast, raising a small tent in my panties.

Laura examined me with a hand on her hip. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to look at her eyes; I was actively avoiding her stare. Her stare seemed to burn me everywhere she gazed on my frail body.

"Oh wow, you're already leaking... and through your panties. You must have really enjoyed... my taste." She said, getting closer to me. She tossed a lock of my hair behind my shoulder before inhaling my scent. My whole being was as stiff as a plank.

"I... euh... well," I babbled, completely lost for words. I could feel my little dick twitching as Laura stared down. Her warm, dry perfume permeated from her neck, which was so close to me.

"Not so good with words, aren't we? That's okay. Why don't you go get something for me? In the drawer of my bedside table." She pointed at her luxurious furniture.

A nodded nervously and turned towards it. I pulled on the mahogany drawer, and in it was only one thing. A box of condoms. I turned my head to Laura. She was getting undressed. Her top was already bare. Her well-endowed breasts were out. Her large, dark areola was topped with succulent, erect nipples.

"Get one, please," she asked, with a smirk on her red lips. I listened and picked it. It was a standard-size condom. It was too big for me, but now it was apparent it wasn't for me.

Finally, Laura was completely nude. Her beautiful milf body radiated her confidence or arrogance. Her cock was at half-mast. I knew what I had to do. I moved towards her and got on my knees in front of her.

I grabbed her cock. It was so warm and soft on my fingers. The residue of my saliva and her cum made it a bit slippery. I approached it with my mouth and took it between my lips, sucking on it to make it hard again.

"Oh, good girl. You're really better at acting than talking." She said, placing a hand on the back of my head.

"Mhm mmh," I tried to voice my approbation with her hardening cock in my mouth. Each movement of her velvety rod on my lips made my small dicklet twitch. I could feel I was getting closer.

"I'm hard enough now. Just put the rubber on my cock." She said, pulling out of my warm mouth.

Her wet, hard, smelly cock was just dangling an inch away from my face. I used all my brain cells to take out the condom from its wrapper. I tried to remember what my teacher had said in sex-ed about putting a rubber on... pinch the tip, and roll down the shaft. The latex smell filled my nostrils as I rolled down the protection. It was extra-lubricated. Her cock was pulsing in this shiny covering.

"Alright. That's good. Take off your panties," Laura told me. I did as told. The soft fabric released my little dick, which stood straight up and leaked a clear, slimy liquid.

"Now, on all four on the bed." She said, standing, with her erection.

Again, I followed my instructions. I was on all four. Curiously, I felt my back naturally arched, providing easy access to my back pussy, like some kind of cat in heat.

"Oh wow, it's so pink. It looks like it's unused," Laura commented as she got on the bed behind me. I didn't dare look back and face her. But I felt one hand grabbing my ass, spreading my cheeks open.

*Spfte* sounded, as she spat directly on my rose bud. I could feel her saliva drip on my asshole. Her hand drifted closer to my tight opening. Then, her thumb pressed on my asshole. I didn't know how to open it, but to my surprise, it let itself penetrate easily, almost like it was made for that...

"Mmh!!" I moaned loudly, as she brushed something inside me... My whole body tensed and arched even more. Her small thumb felt so... so... so fucking good. I couldn't resist but push my ass back towards her to get more penetration.

"What a good bitch, you're so eager!" She purred in her husky voice.

My brain felt like it was melting. No intelligent noise would ever come out of my mouth ever again. My whole body felt warm and tingly.

"Please..." I begged, not knowing what else to say.

"Alright, I won't tease you more. Mmh, you're so tight!" She said as she took out her thumb and replaced the void with something larger. It pressed against my asshole... It was warm... and throbbing. Her cock, it was almost in me. What the hell was she doing? Just gently pressing its head on my entrance. Pushing a little and pulling back. Pushing a little further every time. Until it happened. The head entered completely.

"Fuck. Ahhh!" I sighed in pleasure. I was unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming feelings of pleasure that rained on me. "Laura... fuck me."

"You're a good slut. Call me Mommy now, okay?" Laura panted as she picked up the pace. Her cock was sliding in and out of me. Each motion rocked my body and pressed my pleasure button. I could feel my small dick constantly dripping at this point, felt like my body was continually cuming at a low intensity that was slowly increasing.

"Mommy... I feel it. It's coming." I moaned. Laura's movements were becoming harsher. I could feel her balls slap on my taint.

"Oh yeah? Good girl. I'll give it to you. I'll give it real good!" She growled. Her hand pressed firmly on my hips. She had total control over my body. Her cock was getting hard and bigger in my ass with each thrust. It pressed harder on my sensitive prostate. My dicklet was so hard that it was trembling and slapping my tummy with each cock pump of Laura. I could feel my precum sticking to my belly.

"Mommy! Oh, Mommy, I'm there. I can't! I'm coming." I yelped, as my little cock spurted cum on the bed and on my tummy. I felt my asshole pucker on her hard cock, but Laura did not stop. She only got tougher.

My mind was a blur, my brain cooked by pleasure. The muffled growls of Laura were indescribable in my addled state. My whole body became jello. Ultimately, her hips trembled and she pumped my ass with a few last violent thrust before pulling out. Once she let go of my hips, my body fell inert on my side.

When I came back to my senses, my nose tickled from the smell of smoke. I turned to my side. Some time had passed. Laura was browsing her phone while smoking a cigarette. She was still nude, but he had taken off the used condom.

"Oh, you finally woke up. It's the first time I've seen a hooker pass out from my cock. You must have really liked it. Maybe I should be the one charging," she laughed, without looking up at me. Her eyes were fixed on her screen. "Why don't you go take a shower. I'll get you a cab while you clean up."

"I... euh, yes. Thanks," I managed to say. The memories of what I had just done came back rushing to me. I didn't know what to feel. My body moved by itself toward the bathroom of this master bedroom. It could have been the most luxurious shower I had ever seen in my life, but I couldn't pay attention to it at the moment. I just sucked a cock... Got fucked by one too. My body has obviously enjoyed it since I came, I guess. Just the thought was making me hard again. Why?

I don't remember ever fantasizing about this. Did Eli do this to me? Did she mess with my mind? Wasn't messing with my body enough?

"Can is gonna be here in 5 minutes. Better hurry up," Laura called out from the bedroom.

"Okay," I answered mindlessly.

I finished my shower and got dressed up. I could still feel the old patch of damp precum in my panties. Once I got all my things, I stopped by the bedroom.

'I'll send you the money for 2 hours. I used you for a bit more than an hour." Laura said, still engulfed in her phone.

"Thanks, Mommy... Sorry, I mean, Laura. Have a good night." I said, getting flustered.

Laura scoffed at my mistake before answering, "Good night, you too, be careful out there," she said, while lifting her eyes to meet mine.

I quickly made my way to the elevator and rode it down to the ground floor. Once out of the lobby, a robot taxi was there waiting with the text "Ava's ride" written on the side screen of the vehicle. Once I got close, its door slid open. The interiors of those robot taxis were all the same. 4 seats with the two front seats facing backwards to face the other pair of seats. Once in a robotic voice call: "Prepaid ride. Please give the destination address."

"My destination is the intersection of Olympic Blvd and Grand Ave," I said to the AI driver. The cab began moving. I looked out the window. Despite being past 3 am, there were still a couple of lost souls wandering the neon-lit streets. The turns gently shoved my body left and right in the seat. My hands felt the vibration of my phone in my purse. I looked at the notification and I had just received 400$ from Laura. But also, I had an sms from Amber: "Hey!!! Hope everything is going okay. The code for the apartment door is 4435. Call me if there's anything!"

Upon reading the text of Amber, I realized it had gone okay indeed. I got picked up, did my job, and here I was... So why was I feeling weird? Empty. I looked at the windshield. A few drops of rain had fallen. A few raindrops. It was the first time I'd seen it in a few weeks. The water pearled on the glass of the car. Slowly dripping down toward the tarmac.

Seeing the rain brought back memories of my time in the Midwest. Back then, I used to love it when it rained. To stay inside, watch the storm through my bedroom window, and listen to gloomy music. A bit like that super old rap song "Stan".

Sooner than expected, the cab stops and chimes: "Arrived at destination." The door slid open, and outside, the rain was a bit stronger. I looked around and stepped out. The warm humid air had shifted to the fresh ozone smell of rain. The few vagrants that peppered the streets at 3 am were mainly gathered on the side of the skyscraper to stay dry. But I stayed in the middle of the large sidewalk while I walked back to the apartment. I let my tight red dress get wet. I didn't really care. My apathy made me blind to my feelings and the looks of others.

In the apartment building of Amber, I silently made my way. Entered the code, walked into the dark apartment, and got into my bedroom without making a sound. I slid out of my wet dress and just sat on the edge of my bed. The whole thing had gone well, but why did I feel so tangled inside? Why did a part of me feel okay or even happy with what I did, but another part was just confused and scared? I tried to understand.

"I did well today. I did my job... Good job, Ava. You did well," I whispered to myself, my lip quivering. I hugged myself, trying to fend off whatever anxiety was gaining on me. "You're a good girl, Ava... Alan's dead now," I said, beside feeling the dam break and feeling the tears roll down my cheeks. My chest trembled, shaken by my silent sobs. The more I tried to restrain my tears, the more they overwhelmed me. They won. I only lay on my side, crawling under the sheets, still wearing my slutty lingerie. The tears flowed until I succumbed to exhaustion.

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*Knock, knock, knock* Sounded from the door. The windowless room was pitch black. *Knock, knock, knock* knocked again on the door.

"Mhm," I groaned. What was that? What time is it? The covers felt so comfy. The faint memory of yesterday was starting to creep into my mind... My stomach turned again, somehow wishing it had all been a silly nightmare.

*Knock, knock, knock* again hit the door. It opened only letting a crack of light filter into the room, making my eyes squint.

"Ava? Are you up?" Amber whispers through the crack.

"Uhh... I guess I am now," I answered groggily. I sat in my bed and rubbed my eyes.

"So... How did yesterday go? You're okay?" She asked, still whispering.

I sighed deeply. "It went okay, I guess," I said, with a profound lack of enthusiasm.

"Was she that ugly?" She asked, yet again, still whispering.

"You don't have to whisper, Amber. I'm already awake. But no, she wasn't ugly..."

"Can I come in?" Amber asked. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to read my expression.

"Sure," I answered in a tired breath.

Amber opened the door wider, letting the room get flooded by the sunlight of the late morning. She was wearing a large T-shirt with a punk band logo. She sat on the bed next to me.

"So... What did she do wrong..." she pressed.

"I don't know. I don't think she did anything wrong. Why are you asking me that?" I turned my back on her. Why was she bothering me like this?

Amber's delicate hand reached my shoulder. Her warm touch felt so reassuring, but also annoying.

"It's just, you seem a bit... bothered. I know... I used to do it, and the first few times were a bit weird." She said softly. The compassion in her voice was comforting but also infuriating.

"It went okay... There ain't much more to say. It's not like I had a choice," I snapped. The sniffles took over my nose as tears welled in my eyes.

"Ava..." Amber said, trying to follow with a hug. I brushed her hand off and crawled a bit away from her.

"It's okay! *sniff* I'm fine. I'm not hurt *sniff*. I just didn't expect her to have a cock..." I said through the tears.

"Oh merde... Ava." Amber said softly. Her hand reached again despite my earlier rejection.

"I... I hate it. I hate that I liked it! I hate that she just tossed me to the curb like the whore that I am. fuck!" I screamed, before crumbling in sobs.

Amber hugged me tight. I didn't fight back this time. I just sobbed quietly while she played with my hair.

"Oh, Ava. It's okay. Ma pauvre petite. You'll be okay," Amber hushed me in her arms and against her large breasts.

Somehow, her softness and warmth eased my bleeding heart. I could just let myself hang in her arms. This warm touch. The touch of a human being. Not just being groped or fucked or punched. When was the last time someone hugged me like that? It was probably many years ago when I was a kid. When my mom still ruffled my hair before letting me go to school.

"I... I just hate it, Amber. I don't know what I like. I don't know what I am... And what is this freak Eli created?" I mumbled, in my snot.

"Calm down, Ava. Whatever you flesh is like, you're still you, on the inside, okay?" She said, still hugging me.

"How could you know that? You didn't even know me two days ago," I asked, trying to believe her words.

"Well, I'm good at seeing people for who they are, not what they look like. And I know you're not a bad person. So please, don't be so sad," she said, looking at me, forcing a smile.

A small bud of hope seemed to spurt in me. "Sure... But, I don't even know why you're so nice to me," I said, drying my tears.

"Well, I've been in dark places in the past. And I know what it's like..." Amber said, looking down for a second. "And you're so cute, it'd be a shame to see a frown on you."

The silliness of her character somehow made me chuckle through my last tears. It finally felt like it wasn't that bad.

"Hey! I know what could cheer you up!" Amber said, standing up.

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"Welcome to Fluffy Folly Cafe, my name's Cindy, what can I get you two?" Asked the tall goth girl. She was wearing a maid's uniform like the other servers of the brunch restaurant. She had black lipstick, dark makeup, and a nose bridge piercing. Her voice was low and a bit raspy, like someone who smokes a bit too much on her break. Her slender legs covered in nylons descended from her short skirt.

"I'll take the Sweet & Salty combo, with real maple syrup, I don't care if it's an extra. And I'll take a mochacino with whipped cream." Amber said, without even looking at the menu on the table.

"Alright, and what are you taking, Miss?" The Goth girl asked me, raising one eyebrow.

Taken by a sudden mini-panic attack, I tried to make my order. "I'll t-t-take the Fluffy ch-chocolate pancakes, please."

"Anything to drink with this, sweetheart?" The tall maid asked.

"Just filter coffee," I quickly said. I don't know why, but I was so nervous.

"Alright, Sweet & Salty and Choco pancakes, coming right up," Cindy reiterated, before spinning, almost flashing us her panties, and walking away to another table.

"She's my favorite maid here," Amber whispered to me, trying to be covert.

Here we were in some kind of maid cafe, getting brunch. The place looked like the fever dream between a French cafe and a maid cafe from those old anime. All the servers were wearing the maid uniform, even one slender and girlish boy. Amber was gushing over their look. I wouldn't have thought she was such a... Otaku, I think that's the word?

"You'll see, the food here is so good! It's like the best of American and French cuisine! They got the good pastries of France and the brunch concept of America." Amber said, full of enthusiasm.

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be good," I said thoughtlessly.

Amber had dragged me here. Telling me I'd feel better with a tummy full of good food. It wasn't too far from the apartment, but a 30-minute walk under the scalding sun felt like an eternity with my grumbling stomach.

But now that we were here, the smell of the freshly baked bread and cooked bacon only made my hunger worse than any sadness I had felt earlier.

"Here you go, ladies. A moccacino for you and a black coffee for you, cute Missy." The Goth maid said while giving us our drink. She also left a little basket with two croissants. I picked one, and it was still warm. The outside was crispy while the inside was exquisitely fluffy.

"I think she likes you, too," Amber teased me, while glancing at Cindy as she was walking away.

"I think she was just being polite," I said, munching on the complimentary pastry.

"Anyway, it's not like I could satisfy her... Or any girl, for that matter," I mumbled quietly, dipping down in my thoughts.

"Don't say that! And I'll let you know that plenty of cis girls can easily please other girls without a hint of a dong!" Amber said, somehow proudly.

"Don't say that out loud!" I hushed her. "And anyway, cis girls know exactly what feels good for them... Something I can't inherently know." I said, blushing at the implication of what I had just said. Maybe that was why my first blow job was successful?

"Well, I guess you'll need to train then," Amber said, staring right into my eyes.

"You'd still be up for that?" I whispered. Despite my words not being taboo, their meanings were enough to make me blush.

"I'm a woman of my words. As long as you swear to not be weird about it, I'll instruct you until you become a gift to womankind," she said, earnestly just at the right moment for Cindy to arrive with our plates and a cringing expression on her face. The poor server seemed to have guessed the nature of our conversation.

"Well, here's your plate, missies, enjoy," the maid said, giving us our food.

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The food had been good, and like Amber had said earlier, my mood was now better. I was lying on the couch, browsing my phone, thinking about the flat-chested maid that had served us... Cindy, wasn't it? The aesthetic of the Goth style with the maid uniform was an unlikely good match, I reflected. The quiet rumble of Amber's shower played a pleasant white sound behind my thoughts. My cloudy dreamy thoughts were on the verge of veering to sleep. Until the distant shower sound stopped.

"Ava?" The voice of Amber rang. "Ava?" She called, peeking her head out of her bedroom on the mezzanine.

"What?"

"Come here," Amber said with her hair still kinda wet.

Intrigued, I got off my ass and walked upstairs.

When I got there, Amber was standing, wearing only her large T-shirt.

"You're ready for your first session?" She asked with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips.

"First session?"

"You are so *relou*... So dense." Amber shrugged, exacerbated. "I'll teach you how to please a woman," she let out, pointing a finger at me.

"Now!?" I asked. Butterflies sprouted in my stomach. But my small shrimp also hardened at the thought.

"Why not? So are you up to it?"

"I... Yeah?"

"Okay then. First, some ground rules! No romantic feelings! We can stop at any moment. The safe word is "lemon". If either of us says that, we stop. No arguing. And lastly, you listen to what I say during the training. Question?"

I shook my head, still in disbelief. A literal pornstar was willing to teach me, using her body as a learning ground.

Amber lay on her bed and unceremoniously spread her legs.

"Alright, come here. Just put your head between my knees. Usually, before this, try to be a bit touchy with your female client. Make them feel hot, sexy, and desired. But let's skip those first steps today. Let's say you're already in bed. What do you do?"

I could feel my heart pump and my cock twitch. What should I do?

I gently slid my hand down directly to Amber's fold underneath her shirt, grazing cool skin. But a millimeter before contact...

*Slap* She softly slapped my hand off. "Not so fast. Don't be so impatient," Amber said, her cheeks already a shade redder. "Just touch me, softly. My knees, my thighs... my inner thighs," she said, picking my hand and showing me what she meant. Once she let go of my hand, I repeated the movement, grazing her sweet skin. Traveling towards her inner thigh, and the closer I got, the more her back arched and her breathing shortened.

Amber then pulled her shirt, a pained expression on her face as her flower was revealed. The petals started to open, revealing the Sheen of her juicy nectar.

"Now?" She asked, testing me again.

This time I wouldn't fall for it! I crawled over her. My hand still pressed on her inner thigh, but my mouth hovered over her warm and perfectly shaved pussy. My breath was enough to make her quiver. But I resisted the urge to go down on her directly. Instead, I went for her stomach. Planting gentle kisses.

"Mmmh, you bitch. That's good, now get closer, you tease," Amber breathed, eyes closing.

I did as asked and planted my kisses closer and closer. Until my mouth was right over her quivering pussy. I lowered my lips to hers. Upon contact, I felt her warmth and wetness.

"Mmmh, tongue. Use your tongue. All of it. From bottom to top. Mmmh, yes! Like that! Again!" Amber moaned, with her hand reaching for the back of my head.

I licked her folds. The honey-like taste filled my mouth.

"Push in a bit down there. Oohh! Yeah. In and out! In and out!" She ordered, pushing my head to her desired rhythm to get tongue fucked. I moved my tongue as deep as it could go. Trying to extract as much moan from her as possible.

"Now go up. Lick my fucking clit. You feel it. Yes there. Fuck! Suck! Suck on it. Yeaaah! Don't stop! Keep going! Mmmh! Don't stop! I'm! I'm coming! I'm comiiinng!" She screamed while pushing and pulling hard on my hair. Pushing me in her excess of wetness, the muscles of her legs convulsed, and her soft thighs squeezed my cheeks. My little dick throbbed in my panties. But her screams died down, her satisfaction achieved.

She began patting my hair instead of tugging on it. I stopped licking and sucking and all, for my task was accomplished.

"Good pup," she said, a large grin on her face. "That's a good start. You'll need to learn to use your fingers... But still, it's a good start."

I looked up. She had a dumb smile and half-closed eyes. I swiped my mouth and face. Her juices were all over me. I rolled over beside her. I wasn't completely useless.

I felt a buzz in my pocket. I looked at my phone. It was a notification from the LAEscort app. I had received a message from the user SALTnPEPPER13 :

"Do you do couples? We're ready to pay double the rate."

To be continued