The Road to Whoredom Pt. 02

THE ROAD TO WHOREDOM; AND

THE QUEST TO FIND HEAVEN ON EARTH

AN EROTIC ADVENTURE NOVEL

BY: FAUSTIAN FABLES

CHAPTER TWO:

THE WHORE LIFESTYLE

Fine Tony pulls his Mercedes-Benz S-class sedan up to a large gate surrounded by a light blue wall approximately twelve feet tall. The top of it is lined with jagged razor wire. After Tony inputs the beeping code, the gate whirs before rumbling open.

"I've delivered food here before," Penny says. "You guys always order a lot from Giuesuppe's."

"Yeah, well, not every meal we have is glamorous," Fine Tony says. "Some stuff you just grow up with. It's a comfort thing."

"Are you going to give me the code?" Penny asks.

"No, nobody gets the code," Fine Tony says. "You'll get a smartphone. Just call Rebecca, or if she's unavailable, you can call me."

They drive up a crisscrossing driveway past a well-kept lawn of grass, shaded by tall trees, to a large house whose light blue exterior matches the surrounding wall. Many surveillance cameras are mounted on the house's exterior; some regularly swivel back and forth with a mechanical whir.

The garage door opens almost silently, and Tony glides the Mercedes inside. An ATV and a shitty, worn four-door are already parked in the garage, which is large enough for at least three cars.

"Follow me," Fine Tony says before slamming his car door shut. Penny, dressed in a red dress and white stilettos, clacks his heels against the garage pavement as he follows Fine Tony inside.

The inside of Tony's house is clean, minimalist, well-organized, and appears to have been arranged by a professional interior decorator.

Penny hopes he will get along with the other women here. He's not used to living with strangers and would hate to live on edge.

Fine Tony takes Penny into an office where a woman in her mid-to-late thirties sits behind a desk. She is dressed in a blouse, a light jacket, and a long skirt. Her hair is blond, she isn't wearing makeup, and Penny can tell that underneath the shirt and jacket is a rather large pair of tits.

"This is Rebecca," Fine Tony explains. "She is sort of like your boss, I guess. She's the second in charge. She also puts in work, has regulars she services, and is very experienced in this line of work. If you have any questions, she is the best person to ask. Rebecca, this is the new girl, Penny."

Rebecca looks up at Penny and frowns. "Funny, because she doesn't look like much of a girl at all," she says.

"Don't be rude," chides Fine Tony. "Besides, I am sure you and Luigi will get that sorted out."

"It's alright, she's right, I am not a girl," Penny says. "I was just dressing like this to make money."

Rebecca rolls her eyes and asks, "You know you won't make any money here, right?"

"I already explained how it works to her," Fine Tony interjects.

"Yeah, about that, I have a sick dog, I need money to pay the vet bill so she can have surgery. It's kind of urgent. You guys don't pay us, but Tony said he handles everything. I need that squared away."

"We don't pay for sick dogs," Rebecca objects.

"But that's the whole reason I prostituted myself to begin with!" Penny says, sniffles, and holds back tears. "I thought you were going to help me!"

Fine Tony crosses his arms across his chest and responds, "Look, focus on paying off the debt you owe to me, and once it is paid, we will revisit this issue. Rebecca is wrong. There's no rule about not paying for surgery for a dog. It's well, not something that has ever come up. Anyways, I'm meeting some friends at the gym. Rebecca will go over everything else with you."

"I got locked out of my apartment; all my stuff is there," Penny says. "I need to go and get it."

"No," Rebecca says. "That's a Horace job. You don't need to waste your time with it."

"A Horace job?"

"Yeah, Horace. He's a quiet big guy who lives in the basement. He does all the tedious, menial, or physically demanding jobs. As working girls, our time is valuable, and so is Tony's, so we won't have you out packing things. Just have Horace do it."

"Also, Fine Tony said I could bring my dog here."

"It's a Horace job. Ask him to do it. He likes dogs. Anyways, give me your phone."

"Why?"

"I need it."

Penny opens the purse Fine Tony had bought him, pulls out his smartphone, and hands it to Rebecca.

"What's the passcode?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"In case of emergency."

Penny doesn't understand why they'd need to access his cellphone in an emergency.

"Balls," Penny says.

Rebecca rolls her eyes. "Of course, that would be it," she says. After making a notation in her computer, Rebecca manipulates a safe near her desk, places Penny's smartphone inside, slams it shut, and turns the knob until it clicks locked.

Penny thinks that's his cellphone. His only connection to the outside world. "What did you do with my phone?" he asks.

Rebecca opens a drawer that scrapes against its railing and retrieves a new, immaculate iPhone. "Here, this is your new upgrade," she says and hands it to Penny. "We'll keep your old phone in storage meanwhile. If you decide to leave after settling your debt, you will get it back."

Penny narrows his eyes, pulls his arms tight, and presses his lips flat. "Something's not right here," he complains. "There's razor wire and cameras all over the place. I was both threatened into coming here and made promises that might not be fulfilled. Now you're confiscating my phone."

Rebecca sneers, cocks her head, and rolls her eyes. "You do realize that at the core of what Fine Tony has built here is essentially a criminal enterprise?" she asks. "I'm sure the name Remy has come up a few times. He runs the underworld of Central City. That sociopath has orchestrated hundreds of murders. These things exist to protect you."

Penny crosses his arms across his chest and grimaces. "If you say so," he says.

Rebecca flares her nostrils, stands, and scowls. "Frankly, if it were up to me, you'd never have been invited here at all," she scolds. "You come into our bathrooms, ruin our sports, and now you want to take over what has always beenour profession. The oldest profession that has ever existed." She sighs. "C'mon, follow me to the kitchen."

Rebecca, who wears soft house slippers, makes no noise as she steps into the kitchen while Penny clacks her heels behind her. "Hey, house meeting!" she yells.

Penny sees a young woman through a doorway watching a movie, lying on a white leather couch. She rolls off of it, stands, and waddles into the kitchen. She is short, maybe 5'1", with narrow eyes, and wearing a low-cut nightie, her breasts, almost comically huge on her petite and short frame, hang out of it. As she enters the kitchen, she yawns.

"Penny, this is Amaya; Amaya, Penny," says Rebecca.

Amaya's narrow eyes are cloudy, and she can't stand steady. She smiles warmly at Penny before seemingly falling asleep while standing.

Rebecca scowls, places her hands on her hips, and taps her foot. "Family meeting!" she screams with a snarl.

There is silence.

Rebecca wrinkles her brow, clenches her fists, and screams, "Neptune!"

Neptune emerges from the hallway, dressed like Amaya, with long, dark hair and sleeve tattoos depicting tropical ferns and colorful flowers.

"Penny, this is Neptune."

"I've seen you before. You solicited me at a casino."

"I don't solicit women."

"Well, I..."

Neptune squints at Penny, leans back, and chuckles. "This is some sort of prank, right?" she asks. "We're not going to have a guy working here."

Amaya blinks and is suddenly awake. "It's not a guy," she says slurredly. "She's a trans woman, which means she is a woman."

Rebecca rolls her eyes.

"I don't care about labels, I just want to work," Penny says.

"Neptune, Amaya, one of you is going to need to move in with the other so we can have a room for Penny," Rebecca says.

"That's not fair!" Neptune complains. "Why does the new girl, who isn't even a girl, get a room to herself while we share?"

Rebecca crosses her arms, sighs, and frowns. "I think the reason is obvious," she says.

"That's bullshit!" says Neptune.

"No, it's ok," Amaya says. "Penny can room with me. Neptune can keep her room. I don't mind."

Rebecca shrugs, faces Penny, and says, "Fine. Tomorrow, you will get work done, be on light duty for the next week, and start picking up clients after that."

Penny blinks, tilts her head, and asks, "Wait a minute, why will I be delayed a week?"

Neptune snickers and blurts, "You're gonna be in surgery tomorrow!"

"Wait, what!?" Penny says. "No one told me this."

"It's true," Rebecca says. "If you want to be one of us, you must finish the work. It's just how it is."

"What if I want to stay the way I am?"

"Then your career here will be a failure, your dog will die, and you'll return to being a pathetic loser," Rebecca says.

"Don't listen to her," Amaya says. "You should get the work done just like the rest of us did. It will help you. You will be more attractive and marketable even if you leave the business. Also, I am sure your dog will live."

Neptune chuckles. "You'll be a pathetic loser regardless. But at least you'll be a hot loser."

Amaya rolls her eyes. "Hot girls are never losers," she says.

Penny doesn't consider himself a transwoman or even non-binary anymore. But if transitioning to a woman means he can live the lifestyle of a whore, avoid having to deal with money, and save his dog, then he figures he can learn to accept living as a woman. Better that than a loser.

#

Penny sits at the kitchen bar. He still doesn't feel comfortable or safe. None of his things, nor his dog, are here. Amaya is passed out on the couch in the family room. Neptune has her bedroom door closed. He has no idea where Fine Tony or Rebecca are.

His eye catches a small closet embedded in the kitchen counter. He opens it and finds it filled with various liquor bottles. He retrieves a brightly colored green tequila bottle. Penny thinks this is nice and retrieves a glass tumbler from the cabinet to pour the liquor into with ice.

He often drinks, but only at night.

#

The place is in a nondescript, dilapidated strip mall, without any signs advertising its existence.

Penny is strapped down to the operating table, awake, and drowsy.

Across the room, Neptune leans in toward a man appearing in his early thirties in a white lab coat, speaks to him in words that Penny can't hear, licks her right pointer finger, and traces it down from her chin to her jiggling tits jutting out of her black dress.

Another man walks into the room. He is tall, slightly fat, and has curly black hair. He holds an oily Italian grinder sandwich wrapped in wax paper, which he takes a bite out of before setting down next to a set of surgical tools on a standing tray station. He is wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans. His meaty arm grabs a remote and uses it to turn on a mounted flat-screen television set. A live MMA fight plays.

"You got money on this, too?" the man in the lab coat asks.

"I do," says the curly-haired man. "Neptune, it's been a while. How are those implants and face injections working for you?"

"They're great, Luigi."

The man in the white lab coat approaches Penny and shakes his hand. "I'm going to be your anesthesiologist today."

Penny drools.

"I also do a weekly podcast on health and fitness," the anesthesiologist says as he hands him a business card. "Check it out. Even if it isn't your thing, a subscription would help me with the algo."

Luigi, whose eyes are glued to the mounted television, picks up the grinder sandwich, takes a large bite, and places it back next to the surgical instruments.

The anesthesiologist pricks Penny's shoulder with a needle attached to an IV hanging on a wheeled steel patient monitor stand.

Neptune grins knowingly, nods, approaches Penny, rubs her hand through his hair, turns to the anesthesiologist, and asks, "Can you hook my friend up, before you put her under?" She scratches at her exposed cleavage with her right pointer finger.

The anesthesiologist smiles at Neptune, nods, and manipulates the coat-rack-like control panel attached to the IV. "Here's a hit of medical-grade fentanyl, enjoy it, kid," he says.

Penny's eyes widen, his lips part, moans pour out, and he cries joyfully.

The MMA fight consumes the anesthesiologist and Luigi's attention.

Penny, drooling, keeps slapping Neptune's right thigh.

Neptune pivots and asks, "What?"

Penny points to the two men, who are staring at the television. "They wur distractwod," he says.

Neptune blinks, nods, and responds, "Yeah, that's good. If Luigi gets too focused, he'll overthink what he's doing and fuck it up."

"W-wait..." says Penny.

"I think it's time to put her down," suggests Neptune. "Don't worry, Luigi went to medical school. Where was it again you went?"

"Guatemala," Luigi says.

The anesthesiologist manipulates the control panel.

#

Neptune looks up as the ECG display on the patient monitor begins to beep rapidly. "Why did the line go flat?" she asks.

Luigi turns around, gasps, and his eyes widen. "Oh, shit!" he yells. "What the fuck did you do!?"

"I didn't do anything!" the anesthesiologist says, holding up his hands and revealing his palms to Luigi.

"Fuck this!" Neptune yells. "Y'all incompetent fools. I'm calling Fine Tony right now."

"Goddamnit, don't call Tony!" Luigi yells.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

Fuck these dipshits. Neptune puts her smartphone on speaker, and it audibly rings.

"Porca puttana," Luigi curses under his breath.

"Hey!" Neptune shouts. "I don't speak Italian, but I've worked for Tony long enough to know what that means, you greasy rat bastard!"

"Shit, do something!" Luigi yells. "Tony's a pimp, and you may have just killed his newest girl. This is an existential issue for us!"

Neptune snickers as her phone rings.

"Hello?" says Fine Tony's voice.

"Tony, these clowns over here fucked up or something," Neptune explains. "The new girl, her heart just stopped beating, and now they're panicking."

"WHAT?" Tony yells. "I am not far from there. I am coming over right now."

"No, no, no!" Luigi cries out before touching his forehead, shaking his head, and whimpering. "If her heart's not beating by the time he gets here, he'll go berserk."

"Where's the defibrillator?!" the anesthesiologist asks.

"I don't know!" Luigi yells, his skin flushed and sweaty. "Try looking behind those empty pizza boxes."

"I found it!" yells the anesthesiologist. He tears open the plastic box, rubs over to the operating table, and applies the rubbery pads.

"You're going to do that to her breasts that you just cut open and stuck implants inside?" a wide-eyed Neptune asks. She thinks these guys are mad scientists at this point.

"We don't have a choice," says the anesthesiologist.

Luigi grabs the paddles and yells, "Clear!" He applies the paddles, shocks the unconscious Penny, and fails to make his heart beat.

Thump!

Screeching tires sound outside in the strip mall's parking lot.

"Again!" the anesthesiologist yells.

"Clear!" Luigi yells and deploys the paddles.

Thump!

Penny's body vibrates, the ECG stops beeping, and the line goes from flat to curvy.

A door slams loudly outside.

"We did it!" Luigi yells, smiles widely, and dances in place.

The bandages on Penny's new, large breasts immolate in flickering orange.

Neptune rolls her eyes. Of course, this would happen.

"Shit!" yells Luigi. He grabs the glass bottle of Coke next to his sandwich and pours it onto Penny's chest, successfully dousing the flames.

The door swings open. Fine Tony barges in, seething, his eyes narrow, and his fists clenched. When he notices smoke, he stops and sniffs the air. "What the fuck is going on here?!" he yells.

Neptune snickers. She's not sure she's seen him this pissed off before.

"Everything's fine," Luigi promises. "There was a slight mishap, but her heart's beating fine now."

"A mishap!?" Fine Tony repeats with a snarl. "This place is a fucking mess. What surgeon watches MMA and eats lunch while his patient is under his knife?" He jumps and kicks the stand holding Luigi's sandwich so that it falls over, deli meat, cheese, and oil spilling onto the blood-stained ground, and various tools thudding against the tiled floor. "When was this place last cleaned? It's a fucking mess in here. This is supposed to be a medical office, not some dive bar you hang out in on the weekend." Fine Tony uses his left hand to crack the knuckles on his right. He slams his fist into Luigi's fat stomach.

Luigi chokes and bleeds.

#

Penny struggles to open his eyes. A familiar-looking figure with glowing green eyes looms over him, holding a steel lantern in his left hand. Penny can't make out anything of his face other than his smirk.

Penny tries to look closer, only to realize his eyes never opened in the first place.

Penny's eyelids flutter open.

A new figure looms over his bandaged, bloodied body. A male who is lean and muscular.

"How are you holding up, love?" Fine Tony asks with a plastered-on grin.

"It hurts."

"I'm sure it does. You've got the rest of the week to relax. We got Amazon Prime on the TV in the family room. My credit card is linked. Rent whatever movie you want. It's the same with food. You're familiar, I'm sure. Order from the delivery app, and Rebecca will give you the account and password."

"Did my surgery go ok?" Penny asks.

Fine Tony looks away and says, "It went fine, love."

"Thanks," Penny says.

Fine Tony looks down at her, blinks, and tilts his head.

"I felt uncomfortable here, but you're checking up on me like this. It makes me feel like I'm more than just some employee."

Fine Tony's eyes sparkle slightly, he smiles genuinely, and says, "We're a family here, love."

#

Penny stares at the ceiling in his bedroom. Everything hurts. He feels odd on the pain medication.

A knocking sounds.

Fine Tony stands in the doorway. "I've got a surprise for you," he says.

Penny blinks.

He stands aside, and Luna rushes into the bedroom.

Luna stops as she approaches the bandaged Penny, focuses her eyes on him, draws her eyebrows together, and whimpers.

"Come, girl," says Penny.

Luna hops into the bed and gently nuzzles Penny.

Penny smiles and hugs Luna.

Fine Tony grins warmly, standing in the doorway.

#

Amaya stares into Penny's eyes.

Penny isn't sure whose boobs are bigger at this point.

They're both lying next to each other in the same bed, and their tits are touching each other.

"You're unveiling is tomorrow," Amaya says with a muted smile.

"I know," Penny admits. "I'm looking forward to it." He's been impressed so far by his body, but following house tradition, he has not been allowed to view his reflection in a mirror.

Amaya chuckles. "It's just kind of weird," she says.

Penny blinks and tilts his head, "What's weird?" he asks.

"I just don't understand why you're here."

"Why?"

"Well, Fine Tony, every time we're at a party or some social event, he brings up trans women."

"What do you mean?"

"He will rant about how he doesn't understand how any man would want a woman with a penis and how gross he thinks it is. The first time he did it, I thought it was funny, even if transphobic. I mean, he's entitled to his preference. Since then, he has brought it up constantly. I mean, why is he always thinking about this?"

Penny remains silent.

"So, I think, maybe he is just transphobic. But if true, why did he recruit you to work for him? It's weird, right?"

#

Penny can't see through the painted-over lenses of the glasses they put on him. All he can do is listen and feel the touch of Neptune and Amaya's soft hands on his body. He had recovered from his surgery, and today was supposed to be the date the new version of himself would be fully unveiled, not only to himself but to Fine Tony. Right now, Neptune and Amaya are preparing him in the hallway bathroom.

He feels a soft hand grope and fondle his right breast. A shiver runs down his spine, and he feels goosebumps on his arms.

"These turned out so nice, and real looking," Amaya says. "They even feel real."

"It's the pros and cons of getting work done by Luigi," Neptune explains. "He's not licensed, so he has access to experimental stuff that hasn't been approved yet, but that's also the con."

Penny fears that despite his surgeries, hair extensions, polished nails, and makeup, he still will look like a man. He is, after all, a perennial loser.

He feels the girls dress him in soft fabrics, spritz him with bergamot perfume, curl his hair, and dab his face with makeup.

"I thinkshe's ready," Amaya says.

Neptune stands to Penny's right, and Amaya to his left, and both girls put their hands on each of his shoulders before Neptune reaches over with her left hand and removes the glasses.

Penny's eyes widen, his lips part, and his body freezes. The person in the mirror's reflection is unrecognizable. He, or rather she, definitely she, has long, curly, auburn hair, a sculpted, feminized face, and thick, luscious, collagen-enhanced lips. She wears a low-cut dress on top and bottom, paired with matching stockings and high heels. Her fat tits fill out the top, look surprisingly natural, and even jiggle when she leans toward the mirror and back.

"You look surprised," Amaya says. "You looked a little rough when Rebecca first introduced you. But I could tell it even then. With a little bit of work done, or in this case, a lot of work done, you could be one of us. I was right."

"Congrats, young padawan," Neptune says as she squeezes Penny's shoulders. "Those fucking retards may have bumbled their way through that surgery, but by some miracle, they pulled off something remarkable, turning a pathetic loser into a hot piece of ass. Every guy is going to want to fuck you now. How they react when they learn about what you got hanging between those stockings of yours will be a problem I'm thankful never to have had to deal with. Speaking of stuff that hangs, go ahead and check out the situation from the rear."

Penny blinks, unfreezes her body, and swallows. She nods, swivels on her heels, and examines her backside in the mirror. Even though the dress she can see her ass has been lifted, and the cheeks pushed out, creating a much more curvy hourglass shape to her body than what existed before.

Neptune grabs the bottom of Penny's dress, lifts it, and reveals her newly lifted, supple, curvaceous ass through the thin g-string panties she had dressed Penny in. The taller woman whistles a catcall that prompts Amaya to burst into laughter. "Damn girl," Neptune says before smacking Penny's right asscheek, and causing it to jiggle all over the place.

Penny blushes and shivers.

"Let's show her to Tony," Amaya says.

#

"Ok, open!" says Amaya.

Penny stands before Fine Tony, bites down on her lip, fidgets, causing her tits to jiggle in her low-cut dress, pushes a stray curly lock of brown hair back from her face, smiles shyly at her new boss, blushes, looks away from him, and places her hands behind her back. She hopes he is satisfied with her transformation. She wants to start working as soon as possible. She fears that he won't approve.

Fine Tony opens his eyes, leans forward, puffs out his chest, lifts his chin, adopts a relaxed smile, and leans back in the recliner. "Wow," he says. "The days of charging $250 for a ride are clearly behind you. Come closer, let me inspect."

Penny blushes brighter red and does as he says.

Fine Tony pulls her onto his lap. With his right hand, he grips Penny's chin, lifts her jaw, turns her head, and examines her face. His left hand reaches inside her dress, squeezes her left breast, and tugs at the loose skin. Releasing her chin, he reaches under her dress with his right hand and manipulates her ass cheeks.

Penny can feel something hard poke into her through the thin material of the bottom of her dress.

"She's ready," Fine Tony declares. "Tomorrow, we'll put you to work."

#

Penny, dressed in a skimpy white dress that reveals her large, tightly pressed breasts, stockings, and stilettos, sits on a white, custom-made, spacious, carved tub. She holds her smartphone on speaker, which audibly rings. The bathroom features marble floors, a hand-carved mirror mounted on fragrant mahogany, and a quartz-heated towel rack holding luxuriously thick towels.

Brrr, brrr, brrr.

"Hello?" asks Rebecca.

"It's Penny."

"Ok, so why are you calling me?"

"The client, he's got meth with him. He asked me to smoke it as well to boost my performance. I don't know what to do. This seems like a classy place. I was shocked when he brought it up."

In a gruff voice, Rebecca responds, "You understand we're whores, right? Our clients aren't paragons of moral virtue. Often, they're the rejects of our broken society. Certainly, you ought to relate to that on some level. He's not pushing you to take a pill, is he?"

"No, he showed me a sheet of crystals in a ziplock."

"That sounds like crystal meth. I've done it a dozen times, and nothing bad ever happened. You're more concerned about this than you ought to be. It's ok though, you're new, and calling me was the right move."

#

Penny stares at the pipe, swallows, looks away from Zhou, her wealthy john, and parts her lips only to shut them. Smoking meth wasn't one of the things Fine Tony included in the job description. But Rebecca says she's done it, and if this is routine and he was with Neptune last, as he said, she would've as well. If they could do it, she could as well, just as she endured Luigi's surgery. All she wants to do is prove she's not too much of a loser to live the lifestyle.

Penny's trembling right hand takes the pipe and brings it close to her lips.

The lighter hisses as Zhou, her john, heats the bulb. He is muscular, thin, with a goatee, and wears Ray-Ban sunglasses.

Penny leans her lips toward the pipe.

"Not yet."

Penny freezes.

Hisssssss.

"Ok, now."

She inhales white smoke from the bulbous pipe, once, twice, and stumbles backward, coughing.

Zhao grins knowingly.

Penny's eyes widen, and a shiver runs down her spine. She feels... amazing. Her doubts melt, cock stirs underneath the fabric of her white dress, and she very much wants Zhao to fuck her.

#

"Shit, what the fuck are you doing down there?" Zhao asks. "That's delicate equipment you're dealing with."

Her tongue crisscrosses Zhao's wrinkled testicles while her cock vibrates and strains against her satin panties and the hemline of her low-cut dress. She stares at his hard penis with feral eyes while drool pools out of the edges of her puckered lips.

"You're looking crazy. I'm not sure I trust having my dick in your mouth anymore. Why don't we get on to the main event?"

Penny's cock spasms. Finally, he was going to ram it up her desperate little asshole. With her long zebra-striped painted nails, she unzips the back of her white dress, lets it fall to the floor with a flutter, steps out of it with her fat tits free and jiggly, and bends over one of the room's leather benches. She claws at her white satin panties, pulls them down her long, shapely legs, reveals her bouncy, surgically lifted, and enhanced ass to him, spreads her legs, and splays her puckered asshole. "Please, daddy," she begs.

Zhao chuckles as he unbuttons his vest, steps out of his dress shoes, sheds his dress shirt, and reveals his muscular abs. "I'm not your daddy," he says. "I'm your client. Remember this is supposed to be for my pleasure, not yours." After applying a condom, he retrieves a small bottle of lubricant from a crate, squeezes a glob into his right hand, and greases up his swollen latex-covered pole.

Penny grabs the edge of the bench tightly with her long zebra-striped fingernails, clacks her heels against granite, looks back at his greased-up schlong with glowing eyes, fidgets, and wets her lips. Her palms feel moist.

Zhao approaches her lifted ass, drips lube on his right pointer finger and middle finger, spreads the grease, slams them inside of Penny's puckered asshole, and squeezes them against her little fleshy walnut gland.

Penny gasps before purring like a pussycat.

Zhao stares firmly at her ass, licks his lips, smiles, and nods. Grabbing his long cock, he presses the fleshy mushroom-headed tip inside of Penny.

"Unh, yes," Penny says before a throaty moan escapes her parted lips.

He shoves the rest of his penis inside, mounts her, and begins pounding it inside of her jiggly ass.

Penny feels every thrust vibrate across her body and into the swollen nipples of her jiggly fake boobs. A shiver runs down her spine, and drool escapes her mouth and splatters onto the granite.

"Holy shit, would you please stop fidgeting?" Zhao complains. "Fucking a hooker shouldn't feel like I am trying to wrestle a bear."

Penny coos, bucks her hips, causes her jiggly ass cheeks to clap, and inhales his hard penis inside of her splayed hole, only to repeat the process. Her eyes close, her body tremors, and she moans.

"For fuck's sake!" Zhao yells, grabs Penny by her hips, pulls her off the bench, keeps her mounted on his thick prick, carries her wobbly body to a nearby white leather sofa, jiggles her fat bouncy tits and hard cock and balls, slams her body face-forward down on to the couch, bears down on her, bucks his hips, and pounds his penis inside of her. "STAY STILL!"

Penny gasps and moans, and her whole vibrating body feels feverish--her bulging penis throbs. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" she repeats. Her cock explodes and shoots jet after jet of sticky white jizz that coats the black granite tile floor underneath the sofa.

"What the fuck? I didn't tell you to do that. Shit, it's like a fucking sprinkler down there. Look at how messy the floor is. It looks like you spent the last three years building that up."

"Sorry, I couldn't help it."

Zhao rolls his eyes and sighs. "Enough of this," he says, and peels off his condom with his right hand. "If you're going to act like a nasty, disobedient slut, I'll treat you like one. Now get on your knees."

She does as instructed.

Zhao brings his cock close to Penny's face and starts to stroke his swollen shaft.

Fap, fap, fap fap, fap.

Penny thinks he wants to cream her face like a porno girl. She can't believe she feels so fucking horny and high right now.

Zhao grunts before spraying several fat globs of cum onto Penny's young face, followed by several thick semen jets.

"Oh my god, it's so sticky," Penny says, and strokes her cock, which is already hard again.

#

Fine Tony enters his kitchen and looks through the sliding glass door to the backyard.

Penny is seated outside alone, except for Luna, who has her head in her lap and appears to be sleeping. Next to her is a glass tumbler and an open bottle of vodka. She stares up at the setting sun.

Fine Tony frowns. He hates to see her drinking alone like that.

"What happened?" he asks.

Rebecca rummages through the fridge, turns, and says, "Your new 'girl' didn't cut it, apparently. The client posted a bad review. He said he felt like he was fucking a guy."

Amaya, who appeared to be sleeping at the kitchen table, opens her eyes and says, "That's an exaggeration. Look, it was her first time, we've all been there. She was probably just nervous, and sometimes the johns can be pretty picky about things you wouldn't expect."

Fine Tony rolls his eyes at Amaya. "Neptune, come in here!" he yells down the hall.

Neptune enters the kitchen, clasps her hands together, sticks out her long arms tattooed with island ferns, stretches them out, and cracks her knuckles. "What do you need, boss?"

"Tell me what really happened," he says.

Neptune shrugs her shoulders and says, "The john was Zhao. He's fucked so many whores that his standards are pretty ridiculous. He also smokes meth with the girls he's with, to boost performance. He complained that Penny was too into the fucking part and not enough with pleasing the client. It's not Penny's fault, though. Look, when I smoke meth, I feel like I want to go down to the dock and fuck every sailor and stevedore I can get my hands on. But I'm a woman. Penny, with a cock and balls, the sex drive is going to be a lot stronger for someone like her. Zhao was too shortsighted to understand this."

"I see," Fine Tony says, approaches the sliding glass door, and opens it. "Hey, start getting ready. Everyone's off for the rest of the night. We're going out for a family dinner."

Amaya, who had reverted to appearing asleep, suddenly opens her slanted eyes, grins widely, and claps.

"Thanks, boss, you're the best," says a grinning Neptune.

#

Penny sits sandwiched between Amaya and Neptune in the backseat of Fine Tony's light-blue Mercedes-Benz S-class. Neptune instructed her that the way the girls dress for family dinners is the same as when serving clients. Resultingly, Penny wears a low-cut black and gold dress that her fat, jiggly tits hang out of, gold diamond-studded earrings, and gold stilettos. She carries with her a matching designer handbag.

Neptune wears a similar scarlet dress, and Amaya wears a green one.

Penny can feel each woman's tits bouncing against her own. As Fine Tony maneuvers the car around Central City, it looks like a jello factory in the backseat. Penny's never seen so much jiggling before.

Penny still feels high from the meth. She thinks herself too much of a loser for this lifestyle. It will end as everything else has, with her getting kicked out of it in humiliation. She debates trying to escape from Tony's house. Perhaps she could stay with one of her out-of-state relatives for a while until Tony forgets about the debt she owes him for all those times she whored herself to Raymond, plus the surgeries.

"You look all mopey," Neptune says to Penny.

"Hey, don't worry about that stupid review," Fine Tony says. "I'll send Neptune over there tomorrow to smooth things out. I am sure we'll get him to delete it."

Fine Tony pulls up to the restaurant whose sign reads, Grillão do Sul.

#

Inside the bustling churrascaria, uniformed servers carry skewers of picanha steaks, smothered in garlic and chimichurri, lamb chops, chouriço sausages, roasted duck, and other meats, which they bring to customer plates and slice using large meat cleavers. On the other side of the restaurant, diners queue up at a posh salad bar. Near the entrance is a long, busy bar stacked with colorful backlit bottles manned by multiple bartenders. It smells like grilled beef and is noisy with chatter, clanking dishes, and laughter.

Fine Tony's party is seated at a special table beside the rest, near the kitchen. After they sit, a seemingly unending parade of servers lines up to shake Fine Tony's hand and greet him.

"Who's the new girl?" a man in an expensive-looking blue and black pinstriped business suit asks as he approaches the table.

"This is Penny, we're celebrating her first night working," Fine Tony says with a smile.

"Exciting," the man says and winks at Penny. "My name is Paulo. My father owns this place."

Paulo joins them at the table and flips the marker to green.

Penny thinks it odd that the owner's son will eat with them.

"Alright, get a bottle of scotch for Paulo and me and whatever the highest-end tequila you have for the girls." Fine Tony orders. "Ladies, you know the drill: Keep them on green. The wait staff already knows only to bring us the good stuff."

Rebecca turns to Penny and says, "Hey, I need something in my stomach before I can gorge on meat like the rest. Would you like to come with me to the salad bar?"

#

Penny waits behind Rebecca in line.

Rebecca is dressed in a black low-cut, low hem dress with black stockings, heels, and her enormous tits hang out the front.

Penny turns and sees the man behind her staring. He wears a black leather jacket with a patch featuring a Viking helmet on the back and the wordsHuns MC. He is tall, burly, bald, with a handlebar moustache.

"Hey, hottie, there's a seat open next to me at my table, you should come join me," the man says to Penny.

She turns away from him and pretends like she didn't hear him.

"Hey bitch, I was talking to you!"

Rebecca turns, rolls her eyes at the man, and says, "She's not interested. Now leave us alone!"

The man grabs Penny, pulls her close to him, touches her bare shoulders with his rough hands, and squeezes her right breast through the thin material of her black and gold dress.

"You can't just touch a woman like that," Rebecca snaps and wags her finger at the man.

"You can when you're a member of the Huns," the man responds before snickering.

Another man with curly brown hair and a narrow goatee dressed in an identical leather vest emerges behind Rebecca, grabs her, and fondles her large breasts through her dress.

"Tony!" Rebecca screams.

Penny feels the man's other hand on her hip slowly glide toward her crotch. She swallows hard and trembles. She's still high and doesn't know what he'll do when he realizes she has a penis.

Just as the man's hand is about to collide against Penny's hardening cock, it freezes.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Fine Tony says, holding a business card.

The man holding Penny releases his hand from Penny's pelvis, takes the card, and peers at it.

"Name's Fine Tony. I'm an entrepreneur and would love to do business with you. I'm sure you guys have a nice clubhouse and host some fabulous parties. You see, I got three girls working for me, and one tranny. You've got..." Tony looks around the restaurant, counting before swallowing and plastering on a grin. "Maybe like, three dozen guys here tonight. Depending on how many men you're comfortable teaming up with on each girl, I know some other fellows I've collaborated with in the industry before. I assure you, I can get you however many girls you need. However, tonight, I gave the women the night off. Fine Tony never goes back on his word. This is our family dinner tonight."

"I saw when y'all rolled in here," the man holding Penny huffs. "Y'all didn't bring no muscle with you. Like you said, over thirty of us are here instead of just one of you. So why don't you take your business card and fuck off while we take all of your girls back to our clubhouse and do whatever we want with them for free?"

Fine Tony blinks, loosens his white dress shirt collar, nods, and smirks. "I'm not worried," he says before raising his fists. "Return my girls to me, right now!"

The man holding Penny shoves her to the ground, raises his fist, swings at Tony, misses, and swings again. Still, Tony dodges. He kicks Tony in the chest with his right leg, sending him stumbling backward until he collides against a table, clinking the silverware and shattering glass.

Several other members of the Huns motorcycle club gather around Fine Tony.

"Yo, a bunch of bikers are trying to mob up on Fine Tony!" screams one of the hosts.

A waiter runs to Fine Tony's side and adopts a karate stance. "Fine Tony's tips let me reupholster my family and living rooms!" he yells.

One of the servers rushes to Tony's other side, holding skewered picanha and a meat cleaver. "Fine Tony helped pay for my Maria's school tuition!" he yells before pointing the tip of the skewer at the assembling bikers.

The man with the handlebar mustache smirks before retrieving a switchblade and unfurling its blade. "Y'all are restaurant people," he says. "You don't know how to fight!"

The assembled bikers roar as they bumrush Fine Tony and the two staff members.

Handlebar mustache swings the blade of his knife at Tony; Tony dodges, and the server slices his shoulder with the meat cleaver. The waiter kicks one of the bikers in the stomach, only for three more to take him to the ground.

More servers, waiters, and hosts rush to join the melee, as do more bikers. The restaurant fills with yelling, scuffing feet against the wood floor, and screaming.

Penny stands up only to dive into the ground to avoid a stampede of bikers joining the fight.

Fine Tony slugs a biker in the face before being struck over the head with a ceramic plate. He falls to the ground and grabs the legs of the man who hit him, bringing him down as well.

One of the servers stabs a biker in the shoulder with a skewer of lamb chops.

Penny gets up again, only for a biker to fly backward, colliding with her and knocking the wind from her pipes.

"WAIT!" screams from behind the kitchen door, prompting everyone to freeze. A muscular man wearing a white chef's apron and toque, with sleeve tattoos of culinary ingredients, bursts through the door, holding a coral belt. A nametag on his uniform reads, Souza.

Commanding the attention of the entire restaurant, Chef Souza yells in a Portuguese accent, "Not many know this. But before I graduate from culinary school in Brazil, I reach the rank of Professor of Jiu-Jitsu!" He fastens the coral belt over his chef's apron. "Ok, let's go!" he yells, causing customers assembled around the periphery away from the brawl to cheer, and he rushes into the melee where the fight resumes.

When the biker finally rolls off Penny, she gets up, dusts herself off, and finds herself between a biker and a bartender. The biker swings a switchblade, Penny ducks, and the bartender dodges. The bartender strikes the biker with the blunt bottom of a heavy liquor bottle, tosses liquor from the other end of the bottle at his opponent, and strikes the now-standing Penny straight in her face by accident.

"It burns!" Penny yells as she frantically tries to wipe the alcohol from her eyes.

Chef Souza rushes a biker, wraps his arms around his waist, lifts him, and effortlessly slams him to the ground. On top of him, the Chef delivers a knock-out punch. He gets up and is confronted by another, much larger biker. The two face off in defensive stances. The larger biker takes a swing, but the Chef dodges. Souza then dives, grabs both of the more prominent bikers' legs, brings him to the ground, and slams his elbow into the man's fat face, subduing him.

Penny's vision restores only for her to see the bartender stab the biker with a now-shattered bottle.

The stabbed biker screams, stumbles backward, and bleeds onto the wooden floor.

Chef Souza grabs a biker, screams, and tosses him into another member of the Huns, causing both to fall to the ground. The Chef leaps on top of them and knocks their heads together.

Penny blinks. Surely, this must be some fever dream hallucination from the meth.

Fine Tony and several waiters hold their own against various bikers while Chef Souza cleans house. The Professor of Jiu-Jitsu methodically brings biker after biker to the ground before dominating them.

"Cops are coming!" shouts one of the bikers. "We need to split!"

The Huns begin to flee out the front, causing the assembled crowd of observers to boo them.

"You fucking cowards!" screams Chef Souza.

The restaurant fills with the frantic revving of loud motorcycle engines spilling in from the parking lot.

Fine Tony grins widely and converses with several members of the waitstaff.

#

Fine Tony's party is seated back at the table with Paulo, plates full of picanha slices, wagyu, and lamb. When the police officers arrive, they do not bother to pursue the huns. Instead, they introduce themselves to Fine Tony and Paulo and join the party for dinner.

As the night progresses, Chef Souza continues to prepare custom dishes for Fine Tony's party, which he brings out, describing each one as he presents it. Eventually, Fine Tony joins him in the kitchen, and the pair cook together, making pasta that is shared at the table.

Later in the night, Fine Tony orders a shot of cachaça for every adult diner and restaurant staff member working there, and a scoop of ice cream for every child diner. The entire restaurant staff gathers around their table, even the cops, holding shot glasses in hand, and Paulo stands in front of them, holding a large digital camera.

"C'mon, girls," Fine Tony says.

Rebecca stands behind Tony on a stool and wraps her arms around his neck. Neptune clings to his right side and nuzzles him. Meanwhile, the short Amaya stands in front of him.

"Penny, come in for the picture," Fine Tony says. "You're no different from the other girls."

Penny comes and clings to Fine Tony's left side, and when she presses up against him, her cock stirs, and she accidentally sort of humps his leg.

Penny blushes and bites down on her lip.

Fine Tony glances at her and smiles warmly.

Penny nuzzles her head against Fine Tony's muscular chest.

"Sheesh!" Paulo yells.

"Sheesh!" everyone responds as they take their shots.

The crowd cheers.

Fine Tony puffs out his chest and juts out his jaw. He takes his shot.

Penny studies Tony and realizes that he is more than just a pimp or, as he would label himself, an entrepreneur. There was something larger than life about him. He had an element of Heaven inside himself. She decides she will trust him and continue working for him. Maybe some of what makes him so great might rub off on her and render her less of a loser.

All night, many men, waitstaff, the two police officers, Chef Souza, and other customers who came up to thank Tony keep looking at Penny and the other girls, even lightly flirting with them. Still, there are no serious attempts to pick any of them up. Everyone seems to know that they are all Fine Tony's whores.

#

Penny leans back in an armchair in Fine Tony's family room, swiping on her phone with her right hand and petting Luna with her left.

Amaya chuckles. "C'mon, get ready," she says. "When business is slow, we gotta go out and make sales. Rebecca wants me to bring you along with me for training."

"Ok," Penny says.

Amaya wiggles her eyebrow, grins widely, and sparkles her eyes. "Today, we're going cradle robbing."

Penny blinks her eyes before asking, "Wait, what?"

#

The black SUV transporting Penny and Amaya pulls up to a brightly lit river crossing about two hours outside Central City. The wide riverbed is dotted with resorts, bars, and clubs that blast music and are flooded with young people. Jet skis and speedboats glide back and forth across the river, splashing water.

"It's spring break," Amaya explains with a bemused grin.

#

It's dark out, and the girls are outside at an island-themed riverside bar. Boats and jet skis skim the water through beams of moonlight. Dance music pumps out mounted speakers; the place is crawling with teenagers drinking alcohol, flirting with one another, and speaking loudly over the roaring din.

Penny, in her young twenties, feels old compared to the crowd. She wears a green and white checkered dress, a cream handbag, several gold bracelets, pearl stockings, and waxen stilettos.

"What about those two?" Amaya asks. She dressed to match Penny's style in a low-cut, yellow and black checkered dress, a blonde purse, ebony bracelets, sable stockings, and dark high heels. Her nails are painted black. "They parked a speedboat down there when we were pulling up. That's how you can know they can afford to party."

Two young men wearing beach tank tops and colorful swimsuits sit side by side in the middle of a bar, backlit by glowing pink neon. A bubbling gold glass of beer stands before each of them on the wooden bar. Given their young age, both are slender, in decent shape, and not overly muscled; each has spikey dark hair.

Penny blinks and says, "They look so young."

"Yeah," Amaya agrees. "We'll have to suss out whether they're old enough. Tony's got ways to get us out of legal trouble, but it comes at a cost. We don't want to piss him off by doing something stupid."

Amaya rubs at her eyes, yawns, and looks around. "Just follow my lead," she says. "Watch for the bartender, and keep it to a whisper regarding business. If the staff catch wind of what we're trying to do, we'll get kicked out and look so cringe in front of everyone."

Amaya clacks her heels against the concrete pavement, approaches the two young men, and addresses the one on the left, asking, "Is this seat taken?" Before he can respond, she sits down, smiles at him, flutters her eyebrows, and leans toward him so her cleavage hangs lustfully out of the top of her low-cut dress.

Penny imitates Amaya's feminine strut, catches her heel on the ground, and stumbles face forward.

The young man on her right quickly leaps up, catches Penny, and steadies her. "Are you ok?" he asks.

Penny blinks. "Oh, uhm, sorry. I just got dizzy all of a sudden," she lies. She sits beside him and tries to wiggle her eyebrow, but fails.

"I'm Amaya," says Amaya, "and my friend is Penny. What're your names?"

The man seated next to Amaya puffs out his chest, juts his chin out, smiles widely at her, and stares at the diminutive prostitute's protruding and jiggling breasts. "I'm Eddy," he says. "And he's Frank."

Penny strokes the palm of Frank's right hand and smiles awkwardly at him.

Frank raises his right eyebrow at Penny.

The bald and long-bearded bartender wears a black t-shirt advertising the bar and blue jeans. He crosses his arms across his chest and stares warily at Amaya and Penny.

Another customer from the far end of the bar calls out to the bartender, causing him to turn.

"We're working girls," Amaya whispers to Eddy. "Are you two virgins?"

Eddy nods his head and whispers, "Yes."

Frank blinks, and his eyes widen.

"Great," Amaya whispers, adopting a knowing grin. "We offer a two-for-one virgin special. For $600, we'll deflower both of you."

"That's too much!" objects Frank.

The bartender turns around and stares at the girls and boys through narrowed eyes before returning to mixing a drink.

Amaya shushes Frank.

The two boys whisper to each other.

"Ok, we're down," Eddy says.

"Are you both over eighteen?"

They both whisper yes.

"Show me your driver's licenses," Amaya whispers.

They both hand her laminated cards.

Amaya looks at Eddy, rolls her eyes, and hands the cards back. "I don't believe you're 29 years old for a second. Whatever you used to get in here doesn't matter to me. I'm no snitch; show me your real IDs."

Both men produce an additional card.

"Are we still good?" asks Penny.

Amaya squints as she inspects the cards. "They weren't lying," she says. "Both of them are eighteen."

"What's this about being eighteen?" the bartender asks as he wipes down the wood surface of the bar near Amaya and Penny's party.

Amaya coughs into her hand and lies, "I was trying to tell him. I'm eighteen weeks pregnant. It's sweet to offer me a drink, but I can't. Soon my belly will be swelling up."

The bartender huffs before going to address another customer.

"So, how do you want to do this?" Eddy asks.

Amaya grins wickedly and gestures toward the boats anchored at the dock. "I've never fucked a guy on a boat before," she says.

Eddy looks down at his empty beer glass and swallows. "O-ok, we could do that, I guess..." he says.

Penny clears her throat and begins, "Before that, I need to tell you..."

Amaya shushes Penny. "Not right now," she says.

#

Eddy commands the speedboat as it rhythmically slaps against the river, engine humming, water churning as it passes, and splashing in its wake. It smells of motor oil, and the air is cool and wet. The boat's headlights beam ahead as it increasingly penetrates the darkness, leaving the brightly lit resorts and roaring jet skis of the Spring Break tourist town behind, until they are barely visible in the distance.

Brrrrt! Brrrrt! Brrrrt! Brrrrt!

"I think we're far enough out!" Amaya yells.

Eddy scrapes the key against the ignition lock, and the engine's hum dies, the headlights flicker off, and the boat floats slowly into pitch-black darkness above the churning river water.

"I can't see anything," Penny says.

"Is there a light?" Amaya asks.

Eddy rips open a plastic package of emergency flares, places one at the center of the speedboat, and ignites it using a lighter. A warm orange glow envelops the four of them in the darkness. It hisses.

Crickets chirp in the darkness, dragonflies zoom over splashing water, and fireflies light up along the shore.

#

Eddy lies horizontally on the long seat behind the driver's chair at the front of the boat. The warm orange glow from the flare bathes him in a haze, rendering him otherworldly, like an apparition. In the chair next to him lies Frank. Both boys wear only swimsuits, both of which tent at the crotch precariously holding shot glasses. A lime is wedged in each of their eager mouths.

Amaya, dressed only in heels and panties, grins wickedly, licks salt off of Eddy's hard abs, winks at him, leans over his torso jiggling her fat, naked tits in front of him, retrieves the lime wedge from his mouth with hers, sucks on it lewdly, grabs his cock through his swimtrunks, and slowly strokes it until she grabs the base of the shot glass. She spits the lime out into the river and takes the shot.

The three others stare at Penny. She's dressed the same as Amaya. Her cock is tucked between her legs. The girls still haven't disclosed that she is trans.

Penny swallows and nods. She leans over the younger teen, licks salt off his muscular abs, and her fat naked titties jiggle.

Frank stares at Penny's boobs with firm intensity as a smile slowly forms on his face.

Penny grins, bites down on her lip, inclines over the younger man, puckers her juicy, painted lips, and sucks the lime wedge from Frank's mouth into her own. As she pulls back, her penis stirs, tumbles out into her silk panties, and brushes against Frank's left flank.

Frank blinks, tilts his head, and stares at her, confused.

Penny frowns, quickly crosses her legs, plasters on a fake grin with the lime wedged inside her mouth, and grabs at Frank's cock.

Frank's body tremors caused the boat to rock slightly atop the river's churning surface.

Penny quickly grabs the shot glass before it tumbles off Frank's hard dick, spits the lime, but not far enough, so it lands on the deck of the boat, and she takes the shot. It burns the back of her throat.

Amaya licks her left pointer finger before using it to manipulate the nipple of her right breast. "Now that we're nice and loose, how about that six hundred dollary-doos?" Her voice sounds slurred, inconsistent with taking a single shot of tequila.

Eddy ruffles through a backpack and pulls out a leather wallet. He licks his right thumb and pointer finger and fishes several currency notes. "Here," he says.

As the floating boat passes over a patch of moonlight, Amaya holds each of the bills up to the sky and inspects them. "Here," she says, handing the money back to Eddy.

Eddy blinks, looks up at her, and frowns. "They're real!" he objects.

Amaya nods and says, "I know. But before we accept, you should know Penny here is trans. She hasn't had bottom surgery either."

The color drains from Frank's face. "You mean she was a man the whole time!?" he asks.

Penny opens her mouth to answer, only to be interrupted.

"No!" Amaya says while wagging her finger. "She is a transwoman. It's the same thing. You guys are progressive, right?"

Frank swallows, bites his lip, and asks, "But if I... you know, with her... or maybe him, wouldn't it be gay?"

Penny says, "Look, my experience when I was a guy your age..."

Amaya rolls her eyes and interrupts, "This just comes across as bigoted. We're experienced professionals. It's not like she's going to fuck you in the ass when you're not looking. Unless, of course, you're into that sort of thing." Amaya winks at Frank.

"N-no," Frank stammers. "Of course not, I just..."

Eddy lifts his glowing orange torso, gestures to Penny, and says, "We spent all this time boating out to here. She is fucking smoking hot, trans or not. Look, bro, I won't tell a soul about this. But it shouldn't matter. Are you seriously not down for it because of this? You'll ruin it for both of us! We promised each other we'd lose our virginity during Spring Break. This is our last chance. We're seniors."

"Yeah, you won't have an opportunity like this again," Amaya says. "Not to lose your virginity to two hot, trained professionals out on a boat like this."

Penny thinks Amaya is selling them a little too hard. He shouldn't feel pressured into sex with someone he is uncomfortable being with.

The speedboat floats over rippling, dark water, while the orange emergency flare hisses.

Frank stares at Penny and her jiggly tits, and he swallows hard. He opens his mouth before shutting it, looks over the side of the boat, and stares at his reflection through a beam of light that they float through. "Ok, I guess," he says.

Amaya grins bemusedly, snatches the cash from Eddy's hands, nods, unfurls the zipper on her purse, deposits the currency, and zips it closed. "Right, let's get down to business then," she says, peels down Eddy's swimsuit, tugs it down until it wraps around his ankles, grabs a hold of his pulsing shaft with her moist right hand, strokes it, and says, "Mmhmm."

Penny watches Amaya, smiles at Frank, tugs at his swimtrunks with her zebrastripe printed nails, fails to pull them down, scratches at her chin, blinks, unclasps the cloth straps located above the groin, yanks the younger boy's suit off, his hard cock bouncing up and smacking her on her chin. It falls to the ground, she grabs the base of his fat prick, clinks her gold bracelets, jiggles her hooker boobs, and says, "Yummy."

Frank blinks at Penny.

Amaya's right hand slides noisily up and down Eddy's hard shaft as she straddles him, before leaning up and over, and letting her jiggling fat breasts bounce back and forth against the younger boy's throbbing cock.

Eddy closes his eyes, gasps, parts his lips, and releases a measured moan.

Penny, still watching Amaya, strokes Frank's engorged penis with her long fingernailed hand, climbs up toward his lap, leans over, and slaps her tits together so they squeeze up against his warm dick in a manner reminiscent of a seal clapping.

"What are you doing?" Frank asks.

Penny shrugs and says, "It's a new sex move I created. I call it the broken chicken."

Amaya hovers over Eddy's lap, drools onto his thigh, closes her eyes, and snores out her nose.

Eddy blinks. "Are you ok?" he asks.

Amaya's eyelids flutter open, she smiles warmly at the younger man, and responds, "Hello, handsome." She instinctively takes his long cock into her mouth and sucks hungrily on it.

Penny loosens her mouth, wets her lips, and stares down at Frank's dick. She feels she can outshine Amaya here, given her extensive practice on the realistic penis-like dildo Rebecca lent to her. Her collagen-enhanced lips part, take in its rubbery mushroom-shaped tip, wrap around the sensitive area between the head and shaft, and sucks him like a vacuum.

The water ripples as the boat floats in and out of moonlight, through air scented of damp soil, and over the sound of crickets is lurid slurping, sloppy penis suckling, tongue massaging, and male gasps and groans.

"Fuck," Frank says, closes his eyes, and releases a prolonged groan. "This feels heavenly."

Penny grins up at the younger boy while she nuzzles her face against his throbbing, warm penis, sucks each of his balls up through her puckered, painted lips, and swirls them around her soft, blushed cheeks.

Amaya spits out Eddy's long cock, unzips her purse, pulls out a zig-zagging line of condom packages with her long painted nails, tears two of them off the line, tosses one to Penny, raises the other to her lips, stares over at Eddy with a bemused grin, opens the package with her teeth, dangles the condom at him with two long nails, and applies the latex around the younger boy's rigid shaft.

Penny attempts to open the condom packaging with her teeth, but it doesn't tear. Her attempt to open it using her long zebra nails is equally unsuccessful.

"Here," Frank says, grabs the packaging from her, tears it open effortlessly, and applies the condom to his stiff prick. He stares at her raptly, his eyes glowing, and moistens his lips, adopting a rigid posture.

With one tug, Amaya's panties fall to the deck. She straddles the younger man, directs her glistening wet slit toward his stiff pole, mounts him, squeaks against his condom, and squishes his hard meat inside of her petite body.

"Unh," Eddy grunts before gasping.

"Uhm, one minute," Penny says, biting her lip, looking around for her purse, unzipping it, and rustling through it.

A repetitive slapping sound fills the air as Amaya bounces her tiny body up and down Eddy's throbbing cock. Her fat tits jiggle wildly over the younger boy.

"Here," Penny says, and pulls a bottle of white gooey lube from the purse. It is all stuck to the bottom, so she shakes it, but it stays adhered.

"Oh god, yes," Eddy says before releasing a moan. He grabs Amaya's flanks and uses his pelvis to slam his penis in and out of her dripping slit.

Penny shakes the bottle of lube, and suddenly, a huge gooey wad farts out the tip into her left hand. She reaches behind her.

"What are you doing?" Frank asks.

"Just lubing up my asshole for you," Penny explains. "Don't worry, this is all totally normal." She pulls her panties down until she is dressed in only heels and bracelets.

Frank frowns as he stares at Penny's hard, dangling cock and wrinkled testicles. Through the hissing orange glow, the veiny penis throbs. "It's so big," he says. "I thought it would be small, like in porn..."

"I'm not on any hormones," Penny explains. "Fine Tony says they could impair performance."

"Who's Fine Tony?" Frank asks, stares at her large penis, swallows hard, and bites down on his lip.

Through a throaty moan, Amaya says, "Penny, let's not discuss that. Go ahead and fuck the poor boy already."

Penny smiles and winks at Frank, straddles him, and lowers her pelvis until the tip of his latex-covered penis pokes into her little asshole, causing the condom to squeak.

Frank grunts.

Penny closes her eyes, puckers her asshole, and slides down the younger boy's rigid pole. She grunts, and it feels warm through the condom, and she can feel it throbbing inside of her. "Don't worry," she tells him. "I'll make sure your first time feels special."

Penny uses her hips to bounce her torso up and down Frank's thick prick until she develops a steady cadence.

Both women clap their large, lifted buttcheeks as they bounce up and down their johns.

As Penny grinds the younger boy's stiff cock inside of her anus, she grabs her own throbbing penis and pumps it using her right hand with its long zebra-striped nails. As she does so, her bracelets clink together.

Frank's eyes widen, and his lips part. "Shouldn't you be wearing a condom too?" he asks.

Penny closes her eyes, strokes her dick, and bounces up and down the younger boy's hard cock. "No, it's fine," she says, grunts, and moans. "Only if it's going inside someone's hole." She gasps. "Here." She grabs his right hand and brings it to her throbbing penis. "Touch it."

Frank bites down on his lip before wrapping his hands around the cock dangling above his hard abs.

"Uh huh," Penny says. "Now stroke my little handle, and I'll ride you like a wild stallion."

Frank chews on his lower lip and begins to stroke her cock. "It's so warm," he says. "Is it always like this?"

"Of course," Penny says, shivers, shudders her eyes, and moans. She bounces up and down, feels a hard penis inside her ass, shivers through hot and warm waves, feels her cock vibrate in the younger boy's hands, and her bracelets clink together.

Frank strokes her cock, breaths heavily, gasps, and grunts. "Is it supposed to be shaking like that?" he asks.

Eddy releases a long moan and says, "Oh god, oh man, I can't last any longer. Holy shit. Here it is!"

Penny's eyes slam shut, she gasps, slams herself down hard on Frank's dick, slams it up against her prostate, and yells, "I'm cumming!" Her cock explodes out thick jets of gooey, warm cum all over the younger boy's hard abs and chest.

"What the fuck!?" yells Frank. His eyes widen, and he releases his hand from her sputtering, ejaculating penis.

Penny grabs the hilt of her cock, moans, and strokes out more of her thick cream onto the younger boy.

The four of them are blinded by bright fluorescent light.

A voice sounds through a loudspeaker and says, "This is the police! Prepare to be boarded, and keep your hands up!"

The floodlight is turned off, and in the distance, a police boat approaches with flashing blue and red lights while deploying a siren.

Wee-woo, wee-woo, wee-woo, wee-woo!

"Shit, it's the cops!" screams Amaya. She leaps off Eddy's spent pole, quickly slips her panties up, and grabs her purse. "Here, Penny, give me your phone."

Penny pulls herself off Frank, does as she is asked, and quickly yanks up her own panties.

Amaya stuffs both of their phones inside her purse, zips it closed, retrieves two pairs of goggles with snorkels, and tosses one to Penny.

Penny catches it and looks at her dress on the deck.

"No time, let's go!" Amaya yells, applies the googles, and dives portside over into the water.

Wearing only panties, high-heels, bracelets, and the goggles with the snorkel attachment, Penny follows Amaya, lands in frigid water, feels goosebumps, and breathes through the snorkel as she follows Amaya's splashing. It's the only thing the whore can see in the darkness other than the reflection of the fast-approaching police boat.

Wee-woo, wee-woo, wee-woo, wee-woo!

The roar of the engine and churning water sounds louder and louder, and then right behind her. Penny veers right only to see a rudder narrowly miss slicing open her shoulder.

The police boat stops, and the girls swim further and further away from the flashing lights in the frigid water, breathing through the snorkels.

As the girls swim, Amaya looks back, stops swimming, creates bubbles, and holds up her hand to halt Penny.

A bright flood light shines from the police boat and crosses right in front of them, where they were about to swim, before veering away.

The two girls resume swimming. Penny feels as if they have been doing so for a long time. She wonders how far they have traveled. She thinks it could be miles, but she finds it hard to judge, given that they are swimming and not walking. It's dark, and all she sees is Amaya as she swims in front of her.

Eventually, the two reach a moonlit riverbank, which they climb onto to escape the cold water. Neither the police boat nor any other signs of humanity are visible.

Amaya stumbles over to a patch of green grass, removes her high heels, curls up into a ball, and rests her head. "Here," she says, and unzips her purse. "Call Rebecca, have her send someone to come look for us. I am going to rest here..."

Penny sits down, closes her eyes, and listens. She hears crickets, an owl hooting, the river flowing, and wind fluttering tree branches. She feels its presence once again. Like the first time she had sex with Raymond, or when Fine Tony celebrated his victory over the huns with the entire restaurant. She thinks it is the presence of Heaven.

A bat screeches loudly, ruining Penny's trance.

She looks up at it and notices its green glowing eyes.

Penny shivers. It's cool.

"If you want to rest first, come next to me," Amaya says.

Penny does as she suggests.

Amaya pulls Penny down onto the grass and into her arms. The two girls are still naked except for bracelets and panties, and their bare breasts touch. Amaya feels warm, and the two lie together, comforting Penny.

#

Detective Tanner squeaks the nitrate glove over his right hand. He stands on Eddy's boat beside Frank, wearing a windbreaker over a police uniform.

Eddy stands on the police boat and performs sobriety tests under the direction of another officer.

"I'm going to need to collect a sample of that semen on your stomach," the detective says.

Frank chuckles nervously. "That's not necessary," he pleads. "Surely, it's my own." Frank doesn't want it said in some police report that a tranny spooged all over him.

"I doubt that based on my experience with these cases," says Detective Tanner while he swabs up Penny's cum before placing it in a transparent evidence bag.