Chapter 4

The Next Day- March 17^th, 2019
(The Day Melanie met Savannah)

Melanie was excited the next day to start turning tricks as an Uber Driving Slut. She knew her parents would be disgusted if they knew what she was doing. She assumed her ex-husband Dave would probably use it as a reason to avoid paying child support. He was such a scumbag that he’d probably have tried to arrange a ride in the hopes she’d suck his dick.

She had sucked three cocks for money the day earlier. Once she had accepted money for sex, she knew that no matter what she did after that day, she would always be a whore. That realization helped her to admit to herself that she was going to have to turn tricks even if she didn’t want to.

The guilt was because Melanie wanted to do it, and she couldn’t come up with a good reason not to do it. She liked sucking dicks now - she liked it a lot.

The fact the boys expected her to do it made it feel naughty and disgusting. It made it easier for her to justify it. Her main concern was what happened if she didn’t meet their expectations at the end of the day or got arrested.

The boys had whipped her ass the night before. They made it abundantly clear she needed to come home with three hundred dollars in cash.

Melanie wore tight-blue short shorts and a loose tank top with heels. She felt silly when she started her shift and nervous. The first time she had a single male passenger Melanie popped her tits and drove for three miles before he even noticed. His name was Nigel, and he was visiting America from Yorkshire, England.

“Do you know your boobs are out?” he asked with surprise.

“Are they? Oh my, they have a mind of their own!” Melanie put her hand over her tits sheepishly but didn’t put them away. She apologized for offending the man.

“They are quite lovely,” Nigel’s accent was posh and elegant.

“Oh, thank you! I probably shouldn’t pull over to pop them back in. If I leave them out, will you tip me?” Melanie said.

Nigel realized she was full of shit and being saucy. “You are a cheeky monkey, aren’t you? Sure, I am game!” he said. He took her picture when she dropped her hands.

“What is that for?” she asked.

“Twitter! Do you mind? I’m an admin for Yorkshire Chavs, Slags and Slappers,” he said. He explained in England that was slang for a slutty girl who liked showing off her body.

“Oh, well, which am I? A chav, slag or a slapper?” Melanie smirked.

“I’d imagine a bit of all three,” Nigel smirked as he watched her boobs bounce up and down.

“Would a chav suck your cock for a fifty dollar tip?” Melanie smiled.

“I’d imagine she’d do it for quite a bit less if I chat her up,” Nigel was tall and awkward but very cocky.

“Do you want to touch them?” she asked him. She remembered that Billy told her to offer just to make sure he wasn’t law enforcement. Melanie was pretty sure he wasn’t.

Nigel leaned forward and gave her hard nipples a squeeze and twisted them like they were an old-style radio. Melanie asked what he was doing. It didn’t hurt. She was used to much rougher from the boys. It was annoying at best.

“Trying to tune in BBC radio but I am afraid I can’t find the signal,” Nigel snickered at his own joke.

“Are you interested in the BJ?” She asked him while she smiled politely at his dry wit.

“Are you having me on?” Nigel was shocked she was serious. “A woman like you could marry a Doctor or a Lawyer. You are really willing to tickle my knob for forty quid?” he asked.

Nigel calculated in his head that fifty bucks was approximately forty dollars in English pounds.

“I’d love to suck your dick!” Melanie pulled into a Walmart parking lot and started looking for a spot away from all other cars.

“If you’d love to do it, you wouldn’t charge me,” Nigel quipped.

“Take it out and let me see it,” she said after she parked and turned around. She leaned her tits into his face as she looked in the backseat.

“Oi, right! Those are lovely jubblies. The thing is I am not a kerb crawler,” he said in his posh British accent.

Melanie had no idea what he just said, but it sounded delightfully charming.

Melanie started to unzip his pants, and his dick was hard. She looked excited as she examined his hairy dick. “Make it easy for me,” Melanie looked him in the eyes. She knew her pretty blue eyes were stunning even though they were as fake as her tits.

Melanie liked his fascination with her. She had a hard time taking compliments though. She enjoyed being told she was a disgusting cum-slut but she was too ashamed to come right out and say it. She was used to taking a submissive role as Dimbo and obeying orders.

The more this guy put her on a pedestal and told her how lovely she was the more she felt powerful and aggressive. She was entirely in control of this scenario and she could give him as much or as little of her attention as she chose.

Melanie channeled Shayna that blonde hot wife’s personality she met when she and her husband Dave started swinging many years ago. Shayna was a mother too but she never talked about her kids when they got together. Her and her husband got right down to fucking and sucking after the first glass of wine was poured.

Shayna was outgoing and loved sex but always on her own terms. She liked men to lick her huge clit like it was a dick. Shayna once stretched it out fully elongated and showed Melanie with pride. She put a box of Altoid Mints and they were approximately the same size. It freaked Melanie out at the time but she never forgot how proud Shayna was of her abnormally XL clit. Shayna had it pierced and liked Dave to step on it like he was crushing a garden slug.

Melanie remembered taking away that Shayna was so powerful because she embraced what she liked even if it was degrading or nasty. Melanie couldn’t imagine being like her at the time but now she thought even Shayna would be impressed.

The hot wife liked flashing strangers and letting her husband take pictures of her while she did it.

“I’ll let you take pictures for your Instagram,” Melanie jerked his dick a little.

“Yes, well, it is Twitter. Instagram has quite a few too many restrictions on porn for my taste. I used to be on Tumblr, but Twitter is a decent substitute,” Nigel said.

Melanie could care less. She pulled his dick up and down. She knew she had his interest, but she wanted his money. “Whatever you want,” Melanie assured him.

“Ah, be careful what you promise,” Nigel told her.

Melanie repeated what she had just said and whispered in his ear softly while rubbing her boobs on his chest.

“It is just that I’d much prefer to have a sniff of your bum,” Nigel was nervous that Melanie would refuse his vulgar request.

“You want to sniff my ass?” Melanie scrunched her nose in surprise. She found it adorable. Years ago, she might have thought a man who wanted to do that was disgusting or weird. The boys fucked her in the ass more than they fucked her in the pussy! So now, she was more than willing to let him look.

Melanie slid into the backseat with him and took down her shorts. She wore no panties, and her pussy was completely shaven.

“You have a lovely quim,” he said.

“Thank you!” Melanie opened her legs so that he could get a better look at her. She was extremely flattered.

“Would you be willing to boof on my nose? I’ve a hundred US dollars,” he said.

At first, Melanie thought he meant shit on his nose, and she would have agreed. He clarified all she had to do was rip a nasty fart into his face.

Melanie was more than happy to oblige. She pulled her ass cheeks wide and revealed her stretched out asshole to him.

“Oh that is lovely, you have the asshole of a well-used whore!” Nigel politely asked her to fart in his face.

Melanie giggled and forced herself to let out a small ripple on his nose.

“Can I have a bit more, please?” Nigel asked politely like Olliver Twist holding up an empty bowl and asking for more gruel.

“Oh my,” Melanie pretended to be a silly bimbo and fluttered her eyelashes like a sexy version of a fairy Tinkerbell playfully flirting with him. FRiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppppppppppppppppp!

The fart felt wet as it shot out of her ass, and Melanie was quite embarrassed.

“You’ve shot semen on my beak!” Nigel was shocked to discovered that Melanie’s ass had been packed with steaming white cum and it was now on his face.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Melanie apologized. She was worried she wouldn’t get her tip, but she also felt horrible about what happened.

“My only regret is I’ve got to go back to Yorkshire today. The only girls who would fart another man’s cum on my face are total slappers!” Nigel was thrilled as he wiped his face with a napkin. He gave her the hundred dollars.

Melanie sucked two more dicks that day. Nigel had been the strangest encounter. The other two men were more than happy to pay fifty bucks for a quick orgasm. She was still a hundred dollars short and only had an hour before she had to pick the boys up from school. She even offered to fuck a guy without a condom towards the end, but he was intimidated.

When she pulled up in the car line to pick the boys up at school, she knew she’d be a hundred dollars short.

Elbert usually sat up front and Billy and Damien took the window seat. Her son Brock was forced into the middle of the backseat.

“How was work, slut?” Elbert said.

“I only made two hundred, Sir! I am so sorry! I did my best!” Melanie offered the money to the boys.

Billy snatched it and started divvying it up.

“You are a hundred dollars light,” Billy reminded her.

“Yes Sir, you said if I earned three hundred, I could keep a hundred. I don’t expect a cut of the money today,” she offered apologetically. Brock was mad she had earned all the money but got none of it. Melanie would be happy if they were even and not mad.

They were mad.

“That isn’t how this works, slut!” Billy told her. They were still in the car line at the school waiting for the cars picking up students to merge into the road. “Take your clothes off,” he told her.

When Melanie hesitated to obey, he smacked her face. She was concerned she could still be seen at the school. Melanie knew they’d strip her if she didn’t comply.

“Your goal is three hundred dollars at a MINIMUM. Your goal is not two hundred dollars at a MINIMUM,” Billy had heard his father say things like this to his sister and mom before. “You couldn’t even do the minimum. You are a lazy cunt, and lazy cunts don’t get clothes. You do this again, and you better be naked when you pick us up, or you’ll walk home, and we’ll drive your fucking car back to the trailer park!”

Melanie’s livelihood depended on her car. This was the first time they suggested taking it for a joyride and driving it. She was nervous.

They wadded up her shorts and made Brock sniff the back of them. “Smell that! Does it make your dick hard?” they asked him.

Brock sniffed his mother’s shorts but didn’t say anything.

“Don’t want to say? Then you don’t talk,” Billy wadded up the shorts and made him hold them in her mouth.

“Please sir, I’ll do what you tell me but leave Brock out of this,” Melanie offered as she continued to drive naked. She knew some other cars could tell she was topless, but she pretended not to notice.

“You will do whatever we tell you? we told you to come home with three hundred, and you handed us two hundred,” Elbert chuckled.

“I did my best, Sir!” she begged.

“If that was your best effort then we failed you,” Billy said softly. This was another of his father’s tactics. He would yell and threaten, but that was only a warmup. He scared Billy’s mom and sister the most when he talked softly and slowly after that. “We didn’t properly motivate you to understand that you are our whore, and you work for us. Drive to Sunny Bar Motel, and I’ll show you what it looks like when whores do their best,” he said.

“Please, Sir, no!” Melanie briefly thought about driving them to the nearest police station and asking for help. She knew the cops probably wouldn’t do anything and she’d be in worse trouble. They’d find out she was fucking young guys and worked as their whore and she’d probably be the only one going to prison.