Chapter 41: Bitchy Model Recruited to Whoredom

The fading continued.

Clara felt less and less tethered to reality. More a wraith now. Just a consciousness reaching out into the world. She could sense new things. Problems. People being bullied. Harassed. Used and abused and taken advantage of.

Bitches. Cunts. Karens. Never happy. Never taking responsibility for their actions. Always someone else to blame for their problems. For why they’re not happy. Why they failed. They treat people like dirt, walking over them. Crushing them.

Clara hated it.

One Karen, one nasty cunt, drifted through Clara’s awareness. Gina Torves.

She thought she was hot shit. So hot, she wanted to be a model. Her big boobs bounced before her as she pushed an old woman out of her way. The grandmother gasped, nearly falling as Gina Torves bulled her way through the crowd to her destination. A talent scout.

She entered the office. She didn’t wait. Gina Torves didn’t wait on her lessers. She marched past the secretary and right into the talent scout’s office, declaring she was here to be a model. That it was so obvious she had what it took.

She’s putting on a show now, Clara thought. Hiding how disgusting she is from the talent scout.

Clara didn’t like this one bit. She had to do something. She could do something. She was becoming a goddess in truth.

Omnipotent. Omnipresent.

An avenging goddess who would not let bitches and cunts prosper.

“Allie not only scouts for models. Whenever she finds a bully and a cunt, a woman who treats people like shit, she recruits them for another career. The star of a brothel! They’ll be trained to be the best whores!” #EarnOnYourBack #LifeTimeContract #OldestProfession”

Punishing bullies was all that mattered to Clara now. What her life was before was a fading memory. A fleeting glimpse caught in a dirty mirror. This was her purpose. Why she had been given this power.

And she would use it.

Gina Torves

I wore such a big smile as I talked to the talent scout. Allie was such a scrawny little cunt. So plain and homely. There was a reason she wasn’t in front of the counter. I sat across from her, my big boobs rising and falling in my tight, leopard-print sheath dress.

“As you can see, I have a flawless body,” I purred, keeping that smile on. I couldn’t let this little worm know how beneath me she was. I was a beautiful songbird who soared above the dirt she grubbed in.

“I can ... see that,” said the recruiter, staring at the picture. “Your breasts are a tad ... ample.”

“They’re natural F-cups!” I said. “And look at my ass. That’s a perfect ass. God couldn’t have made a better ass than that.”

“Well...” She frowned. “It’s just models tend to be more on the ... petite size.”

“What?” I demanded. “Are you calling me fat!” I bolted to my feet. “There’s not an ounce of fat on me. I’m lean! Toned! You’re just jealous that I have tits way bigger than those scrawny mosquito bites! I bet this is how you get off! Put down women who are hotter than you! I shouldn’t have come to see some dyke recruiter! I should have gone to see a man!”

“Excuse me?” the woman asked with such fake insecurity. She was acting offended. For what? Me telling the truth. “You can go.”

“No!” I folded my arms before me. “I am not leaving without a contract. I’m fucking hot! Way hotter than your scrawny ass! So, recruit me!”

Her phone chirped.

The expression on her face melted from outrage to glee. She looked happy. “I do want to recruit you, Ms. Torves. You are just perfect for what we’re looking for. Oh, yes, you’re just exactly what we need.”

“Damn straight I am,” I hissed. “Done playing your stupid power games?” Fucking Bitch! I didn’t say that aloud, but I wanted to. She was a maggoty little cunt.

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a business card. She handed it over to me. “Go to this address and use the backdoor. Ask to see Jake. Go right now. They have a shoot lined up for this afternoon, and you’re just the perfect woman for it!”

I beamed at her. “Of course I am!”

I knew I was smoking hot. I turned around and marched my cute ass right on out of there. I bet she stared at my rump, so jealous of how plump and jiggly it was. How perfect it was. Fucking jealous dyke. Ugh, I hated lesbians. They were the fucking worst.

I left the recruiter’s office and glanced at the address. I put it on my phone. I got a cab, not bothering to tip the disgusting Iranian who drove it, and arrived at my destination. The Cat House Hotel. It was a strange name, but I supposed it was the right place.

The addresses matched.

I headed around the building. To get to the back, I had to go through a sketchy alley. I took a deep breath, clutching my purse tight to my side, and hurried down it. A nervous fear rippled through me. A dread that someone homeless pervert might be out of control with lust and attack me. I mean, I was so fucking hot, how could they not want to rape me?

I made it out of the alley to the back of the hotel. There was a loading dock and a staff door. A big, Black guy stood to by it smoking a cigarette. That was just foul. He looked like a thug, too. Some dumb lowlife from the hood who only knew how to talk in ghetto speak.

I marched up the stairs and held out the card before me like a badge. “I’m here to see Jake. Allie sent me.”

He leered at me, the disgusting monkey. I wanted to slap that smile right off his brutish face.

“Out of the way!” I hissed at him. “And stop ogling my tits before I slap you.”

His grin just grew as he opened the door into the hotel. It was an unfinished hallway the cinder block walls left bare. Pipes and conduits ran along the ceiling. I swallowed. This nervousness washed through me. Was this a mistake?

No, no, I would be famous! Damn it. A sexy model flying around the world and making millions. It all started right here. This was my big break. The moment when I would get out. I had to seize it. So I marched down that hallway. A light flickered ahead. Shadows clung to the edges.

My heels echoed down the hallway. Then the heavy thuds of the Black man’s footsteps followed. I swallowed as the door shut with a metal clang. I swallowed, the hallway growing darker without the sunlight. I swallowed, my skin crawling.

It was just a hallway. What did I have to be scared of? Allie sent me here for a modeling gig. I would be fine. Fine. I just pictured all the riches and fame I would have. I focused on that as I took the first turn.

A door ahead was labeled, “Manager’s Office.” I glanced back at the gorilla lumbering behind me.

“That’s the door,” he said. “Just get your fine ass in there, sweet stuff.”

My back straightened. I marched to the door and hauled it open to find a buff guy in a leather vest and jeans writing in a ledger. He had an angel in chains tattooed on his bicep. He glanced up at me, his brow furrowing.

“That fucking brute of a doorman called me sweet stuff!” I hissed. “Is this how you let your help talk to the talent? Huh?”

“Talent?” He turned in his chair and leaned back in it. He flicked his gaze up and down me. “Well, you do look talented.”

I should have flushed with delight, but there was something in his eyes. Almost this scarlet gleam. I swallowed as I said, “Yes, talent. Allie sent me here for a gig this afternoon.” I thrust the card at him. “See. You’re Jake, right?”

“I’m Jake.” He took the card and rose. “Allie does know her bitches.”

“B-bitches?” I spluttered and backed up right into the Black gorilla.

“Stuck up cunts that think their pussies smell like roses.” He grinned from ear to ear. “Well, maybe yours does. Rip that off her. I want to see her.”

“Mmm, so do I,” growled the hulk behind me. “Bet you are all kinds of fine, sweet stuff.”

“I absolutely will not allow—” The hulk grabbed the back of my dress and ripped it apart. I gasped as he tore it off me, leaving me standing in my black, strapless demi bra that cradled my big tits and the matching thong. “That is a thousand-dollar dress, you disgusting ape!”

“Ape?” Jake asked. “I think she’s a racist cunt, Bull.”

“That’s the best sort of cunt to fuck,” Bull growled. “Me ‘n you are gonna get to know each other real well, sweet stuff.”

“What is going on here?” I whimpered, my heart pounding. This couldn’t be happening. Allie wouldn’t have sent me to these monsters. Tears sprang in my eyes. “I want t-to speak t-to your m-manager!”

“‘Fraid I’m the manager,” Jake said as Bull ripped my bra open and yanked it off. My big tits spilled out.

Jake grabbed my breasts, squeezing them. He nodded in delight as the brute tore off my thong with a hard jerk. I shuddered as the cloth slid over my pussy lips. I was naked. Exposed and vulnerable, being pawed by this disgusting man.

“I ... I don’t want to do this,” I whimpered.

“But you’ve been sent here,” said Jake. “We’ll have you sign the lifetime contract later. Once we got you broken in. You’re going to be a top earner here at the Cat House. The johns are gonna love you.”

“Yes, they are, sweet stuff,” growled Bull. “Let’s go to the training room!”

He grabbed a fistful of my black hair and yanked me back into the hallway, jerking my big boobs out of Jake’s hands. I squealed at the flare of pain. The tears spilled down my cheeks as the Black bastard dragged me down the hallway. Chuckling, Jake followed.

Bull strode on his long legs forcing me to scurry after to keep him from jerking my hair hard. He shouldered open a door around a corner and hauled me inside. He shoved me toward a bed. I tripped and fell onto my knees, bent over it.

“W-what?” I gasped.

“Got to learn your place,” said Jake. He pulled something thin and flexible from the wall. A switch. My eyes widened. “You see, you’re here to earn. On your back. On a bed like that. You’re going to be taking dick after dick, but you have to be perfect.”

“I won’t!” I gasped.

I heard the switch hissing through the air before it slapped across my butt-cheeks with a stinging smack.

CRACK!

“Fuck!” exploded from my lips as the pain burned across my rump. I whimpered, wiggling my hips from side to side.

“‘Won’t’ isn’t a word I like to hear,” Jake said. “I prefer, ‘Yes, Jake,’ or, ‘Sure, you can fuck that raw cock in my whore-cunt.’ Those are the sort of words you have to say, whore.”

“My name is Gina,” I gasped. “That’s—”

CRACK!

“Your name was Gina!” he growled, my ass burning with such fire. “Say it again, and you’ll get another licking. What’s your name?”

I shuddered, my ass on fire. “Gina!”

CRACK!

“Motherfucker!” I squealed, my body bucking, my large breasts rubbing into the sheets. The pain burned across my rump. The fire burned through me. I shuddered there. This couldn’t be happening. It was a nightmare.

“What’s your name?” he asked again.

“It’s G...” Emotion choked my throat.

“What was that?” demanded Jake. “What’s your name.”

“G-Gina,” I whimpered, my ass-cheeks clenching for the spanking. For the pain—

CRACK!

The agony burned across my butt-cheeks. I bucked on the bed, rubbing my tear-stained cheeks into the sheets. My rump clenched, fiery stripes burning across my ass. I had never been spanked. I had done nothing wrong. I was Gina. GINA!

“What’s your name?” he asked, stroking the switch over my welted rump.

“My name is...” I trembled there. I had to say it. Just spurt it out. “My name is...” I just needed to scream it. I trembled, sobbing, my ass on fire. He would spank me again. “My name is ... is...” I shuddered, my face screwing up. “Whore.”

“Yes, it is,” said Jake. He pulled the switch from my rump. “And you’re going to come over here and suck my dick, right?”

I froze. I heard his jeans unsnapping. A zipper rasped down. Denim rustled. My butt-cheeks clenched. I could feel his naked cock pointed at me. I couldn’t do that. Suck this disgusting man’s cock? Didn’t he know who I was? I was G ... Gina. I was Gina. I wasn’t a whore. I just said that.

“Whore, you’re not sucking my dick,” he said. “You know what happens to whores that don’t suck my cock?”

“Y-yes,” I whimpered, my butt-cheeks tensing. “They g-get sp-panked.”

CRACK!

I bucked on the bed, howling at the pain burning across my rump. It hurt so much. The heat melted to my cunt. He wanted me to suck his dick. To slide my lips over his shaft and take him into my mouth. To nurse on him like a complete slut. But Gina Torves wasn’t a slut. I wasn’t. I wasn’t a whore.

CRACK!

“I don’t feel that mouth around my dick, whore!” he growled.

CRACK!

“You don’t want me to spank your cunt, do you?”

“No,” I whimpered, my pussy clenching. This wave of heat rushed through me. “But ... but ... I’m not a ... a ... whore.”

“You just said you were,” he said.

CRACK!

“What’s your name?”

My ass burned with such agony while my pussy ... Why was my pussy so hot. “My name is ... whore. I ... But...”

“Then suck my dick or...” He rubbed the switch against my pussy lips. I shuddered as he did that. “You have until three...” He pulled the switch away. “Two...”

I trembled. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t suck a strange man’s dick. I wasn’t a whore. I wasn’t.

“One.”

CRACK!

Pain exploded across my pussy lips. I screamed and arched my back. My boobs bounced before me as the heat burned through my pussy. I spun around at it. I turned to face him, tears spilling from my eyes. His cock bobbed right before him.

My pussy throbbed with pain and ... ecstasy. A bead of juices ran down my thigh as I stared at his cock. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his dick. I took him into my mouth and suckled on him with all my might. My cheeks hollowed as I nursed.

I swirled my tongue around his dick. I hated sucking cock. Whores did it. I wasn’t a whore, and yet here I was nursing on his dick. My ass burned. My pussy ached. I wiggled my hips, my big boobs swaying beneath me, and blew him.

He groaned as my mouth sucked on his dick. The salty flavor of his precum spilled over my tongue. I almost gagged. I hated the taste of cum. I didn’t like blowing guys. They should just go down on me, but...

My ass burned so much.

I suckled so hard on his cock.

I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his dick. He groaned as I did that. A big grin split his lips as he watched me suckle on his cock. I nursed on him with such passion. He groaned as I did that. He savored the feel of me nursing on him.

“That’s it, little whore,” he groaned. “Mmm, you bitches break the best. You’ll soon won’t have a thought in your entire head but pleasing men.”

That would never happen.

“Don’t glare up at me, bitch, when you suck my dick!” he growled.

CRACK!

I gasped around his dick as the pain burned across my rump. I whimpered about his dick, tears springing up in my eyes.

“You stare up at your client with passion in your eyes,” he said, staring down at me. “I want to see that desire in your eyes. That belief that you’re going to make me cum because you worship my dick. I better see that in your eyes!”

I shuddered as this wave of dread washed over me. I had to do that. My ass couldn’t take any more switches. My rump burned from the last one. I lifted my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. I whimpered around his dick.

He smiled down at me. He had this wicked gleam in his eyes as I suckled on his dick. I tried to be what he wanted. I tried to stare at him with that passion he ordered me to. I had to ... love his cock. It had to be the best thing in the world.

I had to enjoy the flavor of his precum.

“Not good enough,” he growled.

CRACK!

I squealed in pain around his dick.

My tongue stroked his crown, the salty flavor of his precum melting across my taste buds. I had to enjoy this flavor. I needed to love it. I had to worship his cock and drink all his cum. I stared up at him because his dick was the best thing in the world.

CRACK!

“Better!” he growled. “Make me believe you love my dick! That you love cocks! That you’re just a cock-loving whore!”

I whimpered, tears spilling hot down my cheeks. I had to suckle so hard on this cock. I nursed with more enthusiasm. My cheeks hollowed as I loved his dick. I groaned, my ass burning. Pussy juices dripped down my thighs as I suckled with passion on him.

I stared up at Jake, putting my all into his sucking his dick. I didn’t want to be whipped again. My ass couldn’t take it. I had to be a good slut. A cock-loving whore. I had to put my all into this. I had to suckle with everything that I had.

I nursed on him with passion. I suckled on him with hunger. I swirled my tongue around his dick. I loved his cock with all my might. This was the best thing in the world. There was nothing better than sucking cock.

I told myself that over and over again.

My pussy burned hotter. Ached to be fucked by this dick. I nursed on him with such passion. I bobbed my head, sliding my lips up and down his cock. The salty flavor of his precum soaked my mouth. It was good. It had to be good.

I loved, loved, loved his dick.

He groaned in delight as I bobbed my head. I took more and more of him. I loved every second of this. I savored every last moment of nursing on him. He groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth as I danced my tongue around him.

“That’s it,” he growled. “You’re getting it now, bitch. Suck that dick. I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum.”

I wanted his cum. My pussy clenched. I loved jizz. I was a cock-sucking whore. I nursed so hard on him. I loved this. I loved cock. I repeated it over and over in my head. I loved sucking on his dick. It was the best thing in the world. It made my pussy so wet.

I nursed on him with everything that I had. I suckled on him with such wild passion. My tongue danced around his cock over and over again. I stroked his crown. He groaned as I did that. He smiled down at me with such passion in his eyes.

His cock throbbed. I loved that. Salty precum soaked my taste buds. So yummy. He groaned. My pussy clenched that I made him feel good with my blowjob. He slid his hand through my black hair and grabbed a fistful of it, treating me like the cock-sucking whore I was.

“Shit!” he growled.

Erupted.

His salty cum splashed into my mouth. My cunt nearly burst into delight. I stared up at him as he grunted. I gulped down his jizz. I swallowed all of the thick load. My entire mouth reveled in the delight of his seed.

He pumped blast after blast of his cum into my mouth. I loved every second of it. I savored every moment of his dick pumping away at my mouth. I gulped down his jizz. I swallowed his load with such hunger. Such gratitude.

Just so thrilled.

I was a cock-sucking whore. I had made my john cum hard. Jake grunted one last time as he fired the last of his jizz into me. He groaned as he pumped my mouth full of all his seed. I felt so full. I was so happy That I pleased him. I loved sucking on dicks.

“This the new girl,” a woman purred.

I pulled my mouth off Jake’s cock to see a naked and busty redhead with a shaved cunt, both her nipples pierced, and a tattoo on her pubic mound that read, “Wet and Ready,” with an arrow pointing down to her cunt.

“Yes, she is,” Jake said. “Whore, lie on your back. Time to learn to eat pussy.”

“But I don’t like—”

SLAP!

My head snapped to the right from Jake’s slap. I gasped as darkness washed over my vision. My cheeks stung. More tears sprang into my eyes. My big boobs jiggled as I stared up at him. I could see that he was in no mood for a whore to talk back to him.