Epilogue

Lila’s breath caught in her throat as pleasure surged through her, her slender frame trembling as the climax overtook her. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her nails pressing into the man’s chest, leaving faint crescents in his skin. Her back arched, her petite breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath as the waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Beneath her, the man groaned, his hands tightening around her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove himself deep inside her one last time. His breath was hot and uneven against her skin as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he released inside her, filling her with a familiar warmth that she barely registered anymore. She could feel the cum flooding her womb, his thick seed spilling into her, his cock, filling her completely. It began to slowly trickle out, sliding between her thighs in thick, wet streams.

Her muscles twitched in the aftermath, her body still quivering as she rolled her hips a few more times, milking the last few pulses from him. The man let out a low moan, his grip tightening on her hips as his cock continued to throb inside her. After a few moments, she stilled, letting herself relax, sitting comfortably on his cock as her heartbeat slowed. His hands lingered on her hips for just a second before he exhaled a satisfied sigh and let go.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Lila remained perched atop him, her breathing slowly evening out as the lingering pleasure left her body feeling relaxed, almost weightless. The dim glow of the private room wrapped around them, casting soft shadows over her bare skin, accentuating the delicate curves of her small frame. Her chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, her hands resting lightly against his stomach as she caught her breath. The quiet hum of the ventilation system filled the silence, as well as the rhythmic bass from the music outside.

Then, without a word, she lifted herself off of him, her muscles still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm.Then, without a word, she lifted herself off of him, her muscles still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. As she rose, the heat of him followed, his release spilling from her in slow, sticky streams. A thick strand of cum stretched between them, clinging to her slit before breaking, dripping onto his softening cock.

She lowered herself onto the couch beside him, her bare skin pressing against the cool leather. Her legs remained parted, the warm mess between them slowly trickling down the inside of her thighs, a thick stream of white. She exhaled softly, shifting just enough to reach for the small table beside the couch. Her fingers curled around a disinfectant wipe, pulling one free before pressing it against her inner thigh.

She dragged the wipe slowly along her slit, gathering the slick warmth that still clung to her. The sensation was cool against her overheated skin, making her shiver slightly as she wiped away the remnants of her most recent customer, but was just another part of the job. She adjusted her position, tilting her hips slightly as she ran the cloth lower, making sure to clean every trace of him from her body before finally balling up the used wipe and tossing it into the disposal bin beside the couch.

She reached for another, pressing it lightly against her stomach, where a few stray drops had landed. The damp cloth smoothed over her skin, clearing away the evidence before she let it fall into the bin with the first.

Instead of using a wipe to clean the man, she leaned forward, her small hands resting on his thighs as she bent over him. Her warm breath ghosted over his skin as her tongue flicked out, dragging slowly along the base of his shaft, collecting the mess that lingered there.

He let out a satisfied sigh, his body sinking deeper into the couch as she worked. The coarse hair covering his lower stomach and groin brushed against her cheeks as she moved, her lips parting to take him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue along the length of his softening cock, tasting the mixture of his salty release and her own deliciously sweet nectar.

She licked along the underside, her tongue tracing every ridge, every vein, her mouth warm and wet as she cleaned him. She swallowed the last traces of him without hesitation, her lips wrapping around the head as she sucked lightly, ensuring that no drop remained.

Her hands skimmed over his thighs as she lifted her head, her tongue darting out to lick the corner of her lips before she sat back against the couch, her legs crossing casually.

The man stood, adjusting his pants as his thick fingers worked the buckle of his belt, tightening it back into place. He barely looked at her as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. Without a word, he flicked his wrist, sending the money flying toward her with little care. The bills fluttered in the dim light, twisting in the air before landing around her, some landing against her bare thighs, one landing on her breasts, most drifting onto the floor like discarded wrappers.

“Good girl,” he muttered, tucking his wallet back into his pocket.

Lila didn’t react, didn’t even flinch. She had seen it all before.

The man buttoned his shirt, ran a hand through his damp hair, and left without a word. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing her once again in the dimly lit private room.

Lila exhaled slowly, a quiet sigh slipping past her lips as she uncrossed her legs, her bare skin shifting against the worn leather of the couch. She reached for the bill resting against her small breast first, plucking it away with two fingers before setting it on the table beside her. The ones that had settled on her thighs came next, collecting them one by one and placing them on top of the first.

She glanced at the floor, the rest of the scattered bills lying in a careless spread around her feet. With a slow inhale, she slid off the couch, crouching down as she began picking them up, her fingers curling around the paper. The music outside throbbed faintly through the walls, a low, heavy beat that vibrated against her skin as she worked.

Once the last bill was gathered, Lila placed the stack neatly on the table, her fingers pressing over the top to flatten them one last time. She reached for her uniform, the lace bra waiting for her, draped over the arm of the couch where she had left it. She slipped it on, adjusting the thin straps over her shoulders, the fabric settling into place over her small chest. She hooked the clasp at her back, giving the bra a quick adjustment before reaching for the matching panties, which were crumpled into a small pile.

She slipped one foot into the delicate lace, then the other, pulling the panties up her smooth legs. Her fingers hooked the thin waistband, adjusting it as the fabric settled against her hips. The lace was soft against her skin, barely there, a decorative suggestion rather than an actual barrier. Her bare mound remained visible through the intricate pattern, the sheer material doing nothing to conceal the soft curve beneath it. The natural gap between her thighs only emphasized the transparency, the delicate slit between her legs fully exposed beneath the thin fabric, showing off just how tight her little hole was.

She sat back on the couch, grabbing her socks from the table beside her. The fabric was soft between her fingers as she unfolded them, the Pleazure Express logo stitched neatly along the sides. She lifted one foot, slipping it inside, pulling the sock up past her ankle, the snug fit hugging her skin. Her toes wiggled slightly against the smooth material before she reached for the other, repeating the motion.

She reached for the small stack of cash, her slender fingers counting it quickly before folding them and slipping them into her bra, the small cups barely big enough to contain the bills.

Lila rose from the couch, the socks keeping her feet from the cold floor as she smoothed her hands over her hair, adjusting the strands that had come loose.

She walked to the door, her fingers curling around the handle, pushing it open. The music was a bit louder now, pulsing through her as she stepped into the hallway, the bass thumping against her skin.

The soft hum of neon lights buzzed overhead, casting a warm pink glow against the dark floors. The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and the lingering scent of bodies moving together in the rooms lining the corridor. As she walked, the sounds of muffled moans and the rhythmic creak of old furniture seeped through the doors, the music barely able to drown out the noise.

As Lila turned, she saw Maddy walking towards her, her pink hair swaying against her olive skin, her steps light and playful. She was escorting a man down the hallway, her small hand tucked into the crook of his elbow, her fingers squeezing his bicep lightly as they walked. She gave Lila a playful wink as they passed, the man barely noticing her as his attention was focused on Maddy, his gaze glued to the star tattoo on her hip.

Lila watched as they disappeared into one of the private rooms, the door shutting with a quiet click.

She turned and continued down the hallway, unavoidable hearing her coworkers moans as they serviced their clients. Each one of them fighting for their own orgasm while pleasing the client, their cries mingling with the music that pumped through the Pleazure Express, all under the watchful eyes of the security cameras.

Lila pushed through the door at the end of the hall, returning to the main client reception area. The music went silent as the door closed behind her. No more moans, no more creaking couches, no more sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Just the quiet conversation between two men waiting in line.

Lila saw that no one was behind any of the registers. Usually meaning that all of the employees were busy fucking. She smiled at the two men, giving them a small wave, before turning and walking towards the employee area.

She entered the locker room, which was empty. She went to her locker and unlocked it, pulling the door open. She pulled the wad of money out of her bra, counting it before placing it into her back pack with the rest of her tips from the day.

Lila looked at the a small mirror attached to the inside of her locker. She applied a new layer of lip gloss and spritzed some perfume. Her hair was still perfect, flowing straight down her back. Her eyeliner was flawless, and her mascara wasn’t smudged.

She took a deep breath and walked back out into the lobby, walking behind the counter and standing behind the register.

It had been two months since Lila left Andrew’s estate.

Two months since she had returned to the world she thought she had left behind.

Pleazure Express had welcomed her back with open arms, no questions askedas if the door had always been open, ready to swallow her up the moment she came crawling back. Her file was still open, untouched, her work history intact, unchallenged by the months she had spent away. The paperwork was routine, the manager nodding without hesitation as she signed her name again on the dotted line.

With school out for the summer, there was nothing holding her back. She had committed to the standard full-time hours: fifteen-hour shifts, five days a week. It was more than she had ever done before, but she was desperate to keep her mind busy. She needed the distraction and she enjoyed having her holes filled with cocks all day long.

The work was the same as it had always been. Endless clients, some of them familiar faces, some new, but all of them needing the same thing: attention, pleasure, a momentary escape. The men came and went, offering tips, passing glances, occasionally a few words of praise. The routine remained unchanged: dressing in the revealing uniform, smiling as she took their order, leading them to a private room, then taking taking her uniform back off, before giving the customer exactly what they selected off the menu.

Sometimes the men wanted a quick blowjob, and she would get on her knees and please them. A few of them preferred watching her masturbate, and would sit and stroke their cocks as they watched her touch herself. The ones who wanted anal would bend her over and fuck her ass hard and deep, making her cry out as her small body rocked with their thrusts. Most regulars wanted her to ride them, knowing how good she was on top, her tight pussy squeezing around their cock while she bounced on top of them. Other times, they would want a longer session. She would lay down and spread her legs, and they would fuck her slowly, constantly pausing to keep their orgasm at bay, trying to make the experience last longer.

No matter the choice, the result was the same: the men would cum and then leave, the satisfaction of the orgasm lingering on their faces as they walked back out into the neon streets.

But somehow, it all felt different now. There was a heaviness in the air, a weight that settled in her chest every time she took another client, every time she slipped into that role again, letting them touch her, use her, feel what they wanted to feel, even if it was what she wanted. It was a strange, distant feeling, one she couldn’t quite place, a lingering sensation that something was missing, a void she couldn’t fill.

But the weight was becoming lighter as she grew used to it, learning to ignore it, learning to keep moving, keep going, keep working, keep fucking. She couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. It was the only thing that made her feel alive, the only thing that gave her a purpose.

She lightly touched the necklace that rested against her collarbone, her fingertips moving down to the gem resting between her breasts. She lifted it gently, looking down at the familiar design, the intricate pattern that had once held her on the edge of pleasure.

But now, it did nothing.

She let the gem fall back into place, the swell of her small breasts framing the delicate pendant. She sighed, pushing the thoughts from her mind, focusing on the customers that were waiting in line. She forced herself to look up and put on her best smile as one of them men approached.

“Welcome to Pleazure Express! How would you like to fuck me today?”

Lila leaned her head against the window as her father drove her home from her shift. Her hair was still damp from her after work shower, and she had a fresh load of cum inside her. She was exhausted, but content.

“How was work, honey?” Her father asked, blowing smoke out the window.

“Busy.” Lila answered, not wanting to go into details.

“How’s your pussy? Did you get fucked a lot?” He asked, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Of course.” Lila said with a smile, knowing her father loved hearing about her job. “I managed to get 52 clients today.”

“That’s a new personal best, right? Congratulations!” He beamed, clearly happy for his daughter, taking another puff of his cigarette.

“Thank you,” she said, feeling a sense of pride. “And the manager praised my performance by fucking me, making him the 53rd person I fucked today.”

“53!” Her father said, his voice full of excitement. “You’ve come a long way since you first started, haven’t you?”