CH: 4 The Long Ride

Lila’s days followed the same routine, a cycle as predictable as the neon signs flickering above the city streets.

In the morning, she woke up early, showered to wake herself up, and ate breakfast with her dad before heading off to school. The commute was uneventful, the same autopilot shuffle of students crowding into classrooms, listening to teachers recite history, science, and Math. She took notes, scribbled down assignments, and spent lunch breaks laughing with Jess and Tasha.

After school, she only had a few hours before her job began.

She clocked in at Pleazure Express, slipping into the company-issued uniform before making her way to the front counter. She stood at the register, leaning against the counter, fingers idly tapping against the smooth surface as she waited for her next session. The holographic menu flickered above her, bright and inviting, displaying her name alongside the available services, each one neatly categorized with pricing options and add-ons.

Customers came and went, browsing the menu with casual indifference, their eyes scanning the available girls at each register before making their selection. Some knew exactly what they wanted, barely sparing her a glance before finalizing their purchase. Others took their time, letting their gaze roam over her body, weighing their options like they were deciding on a meal.

Sometimes, it was a blowjob.

Sometimes, it was a handjob.

Most of the time, it was a quickie.

A few minutes of work, a little bit of moaning, and a warm finish before wiping off and getting dressed, returning to the register for the next customer to step up. Then repeat.

After her shift, she’d head home, do her homework, sleep and repeat the whole day.

Being a government regulated whore was the safest profession out there, especially for a teen. No risk of getting fired, no layoffs, no cut hours. The corporations running places like Pleazure Express were untouchable, backed by endless legislation that ensured workers like Lila were protected, insured, and guaranteed employment as long as they showed up and made people cum.

There weren’t many guarantees in life, but at least this job came with one. As long as she was doing her job, she was set.

It was a simple life. And she liked it.

For the first six months of her 16th year of life, Lila had convinced herself that Pleazure Express was just a stepping stone. A temporary gig, a way to stack some quick cash while she saved up for college, but now, she wasn’t so sure.

It was easy money.

It was fun.

And the best part? It didn’t feel like work at all.

At first, she had thought she’d quit by the time she finished High School, move on to something else, maybe even go back to her old plans. But the more time she spent at Pleazure Express, the less sure she was about any of it.

She could see herself doing this for years, well into her twenties, maybe even her thirties. There was a market for that—a demand for experience. Most men preferred younger girls, but there was always a steady trickle of clients who liked their women older, who liked to pay for a little maturity, a little confidence, a little experience, the ones who had mastered their craft, the ones who knew exactly how to handle every request.

And the government encouraged longevity in the industry.

They provided subsidies, tax breaks, incentives for workers who stayed in the field. Long-term employment had a chance to result in moving up in a payment tier, but weren’t based on seniority alone, but on customer retention and repeat clientele. The longer you worked, the more valuable you became is how they sold it. They wanted girls to give up their bodies for as long as possible, to keep servicing the population until they couldn’t anymore.

Lila had always assumed she’d end up somewhere in the world of science, buried in research, solving problems, making breakthroughs. Maybe she’d be in a lab, surrounded by sterile walls, the quiet hum of high-tech equipment filling the air as she analyzed data and conducted experiments. Or maybe she’d find herself in a hospital, moving between patient rooms, diagnosing conditions, administering treatments, working alongside the best minds in medicine.

She had pictured herself in a crisp white coat, clipboard in hand, her name embroidered neatly over the pocket. Test tubes lined up in front of her, the glow of digital displays reflecting against their glass. She had imagined the feeling of pulling on latex gloves, flipping through research notes, explaining findings to colleagues. She saw herself poring over microscopic slides, mapping out chemical reactions, decoding the mysteries of the human body.

She had dreamed of being part of something big. Maybe she’d be the one to contribute to a cure, uncover a new treatment, publish research that changed lives. The thought had excited her once—the thrill of discovery, the respect of academia, the security of a stable, well-respected career.

But now? The more time she spent inside these walls, inside these rooms, on top of these men, the less she could see that future for herself.

She couldn’t help but wonder: Was this what she was meant to do? Was this her purpose? Was this what her body was made for?

She had always loved science, but science required work—mental effort, stress, years of school and debt. But this? This was natural. This was easy. Why should she strain her mind with chemistry and biology when she could use her body instead? There was no shame in it. No stigma, no judgment. It was a legal job. An honest job. A fulfilling job.

And even though starting wages for 16 year olds were low, she knew that once she hit 17, everything changed. That’s when random clients turned into regulars, when she would start bringing in bigger money for the company, which meant they might move her up to the next payment tier.

She had planned for a future in science.

But maybe her real future was in sex.

Lila’s train of thought was cut short when the bell above the door chimed.

“Welcome to Pleazure Express, where the price is right, and the pussy is tight,” She called, her voice as cheery and friendly as a cashier at McDonald’s. “How may I help you?”

“Yeah, hey,” A young man approached the counter. “I’m looking for a quick fuck.”

“Well, you’re in the right place.” Lila smiled. “We have a variety of sessions to choose from. We have--”

“I don’t have time for that.” The man said, waving his hand dismissively. “Just ride me for as cheap as possible.”

“Of course.” Lila nodded.

It wasn’t uncommon for men to come in and ask for the cheapest option, which was usually a standard Quickie. Most of them just wanted a fast, easy orgasm and didn’t want to spend too much time or money on it.

“And no condom,” he added.

“That will be extra,” Lila said, keeping her smile on. “You’ll need to give me moment to verify your vaccinations.”

“Fine.” He muttered, pulling out his wallet and swiping his card.

Her screen flashed green as his information popped up: Age: 45. Occupation: --REDACTED--. Address: --REDACTED-- Last screening date: 0 day ago. Number of STI’s: 0.

“Screened today?” She smiled. “Looks like you’re all set. Lets go!”

She stepped out from behind the counter, flashing the same practiced smile as she led him down the narrow hallway lined with dim lights. She stopped at the entrance of booth 3 marked by a neon panel blinking softly. Inside, the furniture was sparse—just a plush couch against one wall, a low table near the corner, and a holo-display cycling through ads on mute.

“Get comfortable,” Lila said, gesturing to the couch with a welcoming nod.

He dropped onto the seat, an air of impatience clinging to him.

“Just ride good and make it quick,” he huffed, loosening his tie and leaning back.

Lila’s smile never wavered. She’d seen all kinds of attitudes in here. Some polite, some downright rude. But it hardly mattered as long as the credits went through. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, sliding it down her hips and letting it pool on the floor. She kicked it aside and reached behind her, unfastening the hooks of her bra and letting it fall away.

“What do you want me to call you?” she asked, her tone light as she slipped onto the couch, straddling his lap.

The cushion gave under her knees, and she could feel the faint vibrations of the holo-display humming against the wall beside them.

“Whatever,” he mumbled, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock.

“Okay, whatever.” She giggled, positioning herself over his shaft.

She sank down slowly, letting her pussy swallow his cock inch by inch until her hips were flush against his.

“God, finally,” he groaned, leaning back against the couch.

Lila leaned forward, placing her palms on his chest for balance. Lila started to move, her body rocking up and down, her walls squeezing his length. His cock was thick and hard, and she could feel him pulsing inside her.

“Is this good?” she asked, her breath hitching slightly.

“Don’t talk.” He said, his eyes closed.

“Sorry,” she murmured, bouncing up and down.

She rode him in silence, his cock filling her with each thrust, her pussy tightening around his shaft. The only sounds were their heavy breathing and the squelching of her pussy swallowing his cock.

She watched his expression closely, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of pleasure. But his expression was blank, his eyes shut tight, his mouth a hard line. She kept riding him, her thighs burning, her pussy aching, her clit throbbing. She was close, but he didn’t seem to be anywhere near finishing.

It had been 15 minutes and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her orgasm washed over her, her body tensing as her pussy clenched around his cock. She shuddered, gasping as her climax surged through her, her eyes rolling back. Each wave came with a soft whimper, her toes curling, her thighs trembling.

When her orgasm subsided, she looked at the man beneath her, her cheeks flushed. He didn’t seem to notice. He hadn’t opened his eyes once. She shifted her weight, her pussy still gripping his cock, and began to move again.

“Are you close?” she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Usually a quickie is ... well ... quicker.”

“Is there a time limit? Do I have to cum in five minutes or something?” he muttered, his eyes still closed.

“No,” she said. “I’m just asking.”

“Well, stop asking.” He growled, placing his hands on her thighs. “Just fuck me.”

She nodded, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she began to bounce on his cock again, her pace quickening. Her pussy was still sensitive from her orgasm, and each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her.

The man didn’t seem to be enjoying himself, but she had a job to do. So she kept going, her body rocking up and down, her ass smacking against his thighs, her pussy swallowing his cock with every thrust. She could feel his length throbbing inside her, his shaft slick with her juices.

Once again she found herself close, the tip of his cock hitting her g-spot over and over, her pussy tingling with every thrust. Her body tensed, her back arching as another orgasm rushed through her. She cried out, her eyes fluttering shut, her pussy clamping down around his shaft. She shuddered, her breath catching in her throat, her whole body shaking with pleasure.

But the man still didn’t seem to be close. His cock was hard, but his expression was unchanged.

Lila was panting, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat. Her legs were getting tired but she had no choice but to keep going.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open. “I didn’t mean to cum.”

“I don’t mind if you cum,” he mumbled, his hands still on her thighs. “Just keep riding.”

Lila nodded, heart pounding as she continued her rhythmic motion, her body rocking up and down as she continued to ride him, her pussy aching from overuse. She focused on her breathing. In through her nose, out through her mouth.

In truth, she was exhausted. Her muscles protested every time she lifted her hips, but she didn’t complain. This was her job; she was getting paid—and in a place like Pleazure Express, that meant pushing through sore joints and burning legs. If the customer wanted her to keep going, she would.

“Excuse me,” A voice came from behind her.

Lila glanced over her shoulder, sweat trickling down her temple, to see Maddy peeking her head around the curtain. She wore the same standardized lingerie uniform as everyone else, but her expression was pinched with concern.

“Is everything okay in here?” Maddy asked, stepping a little closer. “It’s been 60 minutes. He ordered just a quickie ... so I wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

Lila forced a smile, even though her legs felt like they might give out at any moment.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She tried to keep the frustration from her voice, rolling her hips in a smoother arc to maintain her momentum. “Just ... taking longer than usual, I guess.”

“It’s been 60 minutes.” Maddy replied. “Just ... are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Lila said, trying to hide her frustration. “It’s fine.”

The man beneath her still had his eyes closed, his features set in a grim, impatient line. He grunted, barely acknowledging Maddy’s presence.

“Hey, you,” he said roughly, opening his eyes for the first time. “What’s your name?”

“Um, Maddy.”

“Look, Maddy,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “Your coworker...”

He paused, glancing at Lila.

“What’s your name again?”

“Lila.”

“Right, Lila. Your coworker, and I are trying to have a good time here, and we’d appreciate it if you left us alone.”

“I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” Maddy said, her cheeks turning red. “Sorry for interrupting.”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” Lila smiled, her muscles aching as she slowly bounced up and down his cock. “I promise.”

Maddy nodded and slipped back behind the curtain.

“Where were we?” the man muttered, still not looking at her.

“Right...” Lila murmured, biting the inside of her cheek. Her thighs trembled as she resumed her pace, slowly at first, then building back into a steady rhythm. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her lips inches from his ear.

“Can you cum?” she whispered, her voice breathy and pleading. “I want to make you cum.”

“Shut up.” He grunted, his hands tightening on her thighs.

She sat back up, her pussy aching, her clit throbbing. Her legs were starting to burn, her knees sore from the pressure of squatting over his lap. But she didn’t let up, her hips moving up and down, her pussy swallowing his cock over and over.

One hour turned into two. Two hours turned into three. Three hours turned into four.

Lila wasn’t even bouncing anymore and her shins were flat on the couch beside him as she slowly shifted her body back and forth. She was exhausted, her hair matted with sweat, her skin flushed. But she didn’t stop. She had used his cock to orgasm multiple times but she couldn’t bring herself to cum again, her pussy too worn out to do anything but numbly clench his length.