A New Life Ch. 10

Camila led Jen outside, past Mike, who looked mildly interested in what was going on. That lasted only until the door shut behind the two women. He had other women to look after.

"Where are we going," Jen finally asked, pulling her arm away from Camila.

Camila turned back, stepping close to Jen, their breasts almost touching as she looked down on the shorter woman.

"We're leaving before you get arrested for prostitution. I fucking told you how to do a lap dance. Hell, you watched several other sluts doing them before you went solo. The first one got a friend of mine hurt, and the second one, if Baby hadn't got there when she did, you would have unzipped his pants and fucked him in front of everyone.

"So, we, and by we, I mean you, are going to fix some of the damage you caused. Now, stop being such a little bitch and get in the fucking car."

Camila glared at Jen for a second. It was enough. Jen looked downward and walked to the passenger side of Camila's car.

"Back seat, Slut," Camila ordered as she sat behind the wheel.

"When we find Larry, you will make him feel happy! Do you fucking understand what I am telling you?" Camila glared at her.

"You want me to fuck him?" Jen asked, looking horrified at Camila.

Camila bellowed out a laugh.

"No. Smile at him. Let him play with your tits. If he wants to finger your cunt, let him. Jack him off for all I care. Just fucking finish him in your mouth. I don't want cum stains on the back seat."

Camila realized it wouldn't be much longer, and Jen would do whatever she was told.

Camila drove a few blocks before she found Larry. He was sitting on the curb at a convenience store.

"Hey, Larry," Camila yelled out the car window as she pulled up next to where he sat.

"Hey there, sugar," Larry said, standing up and walking over.

"What has a fine-looking woman like yourself out driving in this place?"

"I was at the club and saw what Mike did. I felt bad. Friends shouldn't treat friends like that. I spoke with the stripper. She is new, you know. Anyway, she felt so bad. She wanted me to take her to find you so she could make it up to you," Camila said, turning the light on in the back seat so Larry could see Jen sitting there.

Jen did her best to look like she was interested in Larry, even though he creeped her out. She wasn't sure if it was the body order, his disheveled clothing, or the slight off look in his eyes.

Camila cleared her throat, bringing Jen back to the present.

"Hi, Larry. I am awfully sorry for what Mike did back at the club. I was wondering if there was anything I could do that might make it up to you?" Jen tried to ham it up for Camila's sake.

Jen was hoping that Larry would tell her to forget about it and that she could move on, but that hope was quickly crushed as Larry opened the door and climbed into the back seat.

"Well, there's not enough room back here for a lap dance. How about we go over to the old Dalton Warehouse? It's a few blocks that way," Larry said, pointing with one hand while his other hand was busy squeezing Jen's right breast.

"That sounds perfect," Camila said, backing away from the store and driving a couple of blocks. She could see in the rear view mirror that Larry had wasted no time in stripping Jen's shirt off and was sucking on her nipples.

Jen was struggling within herself. This guy was disgusting. He smelt worse than anything she had ever been around. His hair was greasy, and a few of his teeth looked ready to fall out of his head. Before Donald had raped her and his mother had blackmailed her, she wouldn't have been on the same street as this guy, let alone letting him lick and suck her nipples.

But here she was, not only letting him, but the arousal she had from earlier was coming back in full force. She could feel her pussy getting wet as he slipped his hands down and cupped her ass through her yoga pants.

She could see his cock as it hardened in his pants. Jen wrapped her arms around Larry's head, pulling him tight to her chest as she inhaled the disgusting scent coming off him as she straddled his lap.

Oh fuck, I can't be doing this, Jen thought, but she couldn't stop herself from grinding her pussy against Larry's hard cock.

Jen was so lost in her lust that she didn't realize the car had stopped until Camila opened the door.

"Ok, out of the car," Camila ordered.

Jen unwrapped her arms from Larry, disgusted with herself, falling back on the seat as he pushed her away as he exited the car. She sat in the shadows in the back seat as he removed his shirt and stained pants, exposing a pair of boxers that might have once been white but were now gray and brown.

I'm going to be sick, Jen thought as she saw his dirty cock bounce free.

"Come on, Kitty. Don't leave this man's nice cock hanging."

Jen noticed that Camila kept her distance from Larry.

"Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," Larry said, stroking his cock.

Jen pushed her hair out of her face, a thing she did when she was nervous and glanced at Camila. Camila wore a frown on her face, clearly becoming annoyed at Jen's reluctance.

I just have to get him off, Jen thought as she slowly moved toward the door.

"That's it. Come on, girl. Good, Kitty," Larry kept encouraging her like Jen was an actual cat.

Dumb ass, Jen thought as she exited the car, stepping into the light of the sole light post in the parking lot.

Jen took Larry's cock in her hand and started slowly jacking him off. She hoped to get him off as quickly as possible before her confused body put her in a position that she would regret later.

"I thought you said she felt bad for what happened," Larry complained to Camila.

"That is what she told me when she begged me to help her track you down," Camila said, giving me a look before turning her attention back to Larry.

Stepping closer to him, she leaned in. "One night, when she was drunk off her ass, she confided in me that she really gets off being forced to do things. Said she left her old man because he wasn't man enough to do it. I don't know if that is her problem or not, but..."

Jen heard Camila and couldn't believe what she was hearing. She hadn't told her that, and she certainly hadn't left Stan because he didn't treat her like shit.

All the abuse she had endured at Camila and Donald's hands, being forced to get a disgusting asshole off in a parking lot, was all too much. Anger and rage boiled up, and she started to tell them both off when Larry grabbed her hair and shoved his dirty cock into her mouth.

Jen started choking on the sudden invasion, her anger evaporating, instantly changing to fear as Larry continued to fuck her face. She beat on his thighs, trying to get him to stop. His hold on her head tightened, letting her know that he would stop when he wanted to stop.

Not again, Jen thought, as tears ran down her face.

She could taste the stale piss, and God knew what else covered his nasty cock as he forced it across her tongue and down her throat.

"Fuck, yeah. I knew the first time I saw this slut that she wanted to be used. I can tell, you know." Larry told Camila as he continued fucking Jen's face violently.

"I guess you were right," Camila said, recording the entire thing on her cell phone.

"Oh, Fuck. You should feel her tongue. This bitch is on fire," Larry said, burring his entire cock down Jen's throat. He held her against his pelvis for fifteen to twenty seconds before pulling her off so she could breathe.

"Try not to break her," Camila said as she moved closer with her phone. She captured the slime trail between Jen's face and Larry's cock, the streaks of grease and dirt that covered her face, and Jen's matted hair.

"Shit, you can't break a bitch like this," Larry boasted as he shoved his cock back down Jen's throat.

Jen just knelt there, defeated, letting him do whatever he wanted. The rational part of her mind had fled when he shoved his cock into her mouth, leaving only the buried slut behind.

Maybe this was all she was good for; a dark thought resurfaced.

Larry began grunting as he face fucked her, getting closer to cumming, when he pulled out of her throat and set just the tip of his cock against her lips.

"Keep your mouth open and jack me off. You had better fucking catch every fucking drop," Larry commanded.

Until this point, Jen hadn't really been an active participant in her attack. She was just a hole that the fucker had been using. Now, he was demanding that she finish him off, all on her own.

Jen took his cock in her shaking hands and started to stroke him, gliding her hands up and down the shaft, rubbing under the head as she sucked the tip.

"Beg me for it, Slut," Larry's grimy toothy smile peered down at her.

"Please, give me your cum. I need it so bad," Jen purred, surprised at herself for saying it. She slipped her left hand down inside her yoga pants, rubbing her clit quickly as she continued jerking Larry's cock off.

"Cum for me, Daddy," Jen said, getting very close to cumming herself.

Camila squatted down next to Jen and pinched her right nipple.

"Get your fucking hand out of your cunt, Slut," Camila hissed.

Jen moaned as she removed her hand. She was so close to cumming too.

"Here it comes, Slut," Larry groaned. He grabbed Jen's head to keep her close as he unloaded rope after rope of cum into her mouth. Jen caught all of it, tipping her head back to keep all the cum in her mouth as Larry let her head go.

He stumbled back and sat down on the cement base of the light post, exhausted.

"Swallow it, Slut," Larry said tiredly.

Jen swallowed the nasty-tasting cum, digging her nails into her hands to keep from throwing it back up. Once it was all gone, she opened her mouth and smiled devilishly at Larry before picking up her top and getting back inside the car.

"See you around," Larry told Camila as he started getting dressed.

"You owe me," Camila said, jerking her head toward Jen, who was now curled up in the back seat crying.

Larry looked at the housewife, unable to stop grinning as he remembered fucking her face.

"Yeah, it was worth it," he chortled.

Camila drove off, back toward the suburbs. About ten minutes later, she pulled into a strip mall and parked the car.

"Come on," Camila ordered as she left the car, not waiting for Jen to complain or question.

The first stop was a restroom. Camila took the family one and pulled Jen in with her.

"Ok, strip!" she demanded.

Jen was too tired to care. She pulled off her soiled top and stained yoga pants, standing naked in front of her neighbor.

Camila grabbed some paper towels and some soap and started scrubbing Jen down, trying to clean up as much of the filth that Larry had left on her as possible with what they had in that unclean bathroom.

Reaching into her purse, Camila pulled out a thin top and shorts.

"Put these on. They might not fight right, but they are better than these," Camila said as she tossed the other clothes in the trash.

Jen didn't argue. She never wanted to see that outfit again anyway.

The outfit was a little big, but she wasn't going to complain. At least it was clean.

Satisfied that Jen wouldn't be chased out of a store, Camila grabbed her arm, and they went to a few stores, looking at women's clearance suits.

Jen was forced to model blouses and skirts, most of which were too small for her, in front of other shoppers. Several husbands were smacked by their wives for paying too much attention to the brunette playing dress up without a bra or panties on.

Several short skirts later, Camila was satisfied.

Jen was left dressed in the outfit and taken to a shoe store. The clerk was an eighteen-year-old woman who turned shocked when she knelt down in front of Jen and picked up her foot. Looking up, she could clearly see Jen's pussy.

"Quit making it hard on the clerk. Spread your legs a little wider," Camila told Jen, loving how it further embarrassed the housewife. Jen wouldn't make eye contact with the young woman as she spread her legs even wider.

The shoe clerk looked between Jen and Camila, a slow smile showing on her face.

Once Camila had decided on which shoes Jen was going to get, the clerk ran her hand up Jen's leg, touching her quivering pussy gently before standing up and turning to Camila.

"If you ever get tired of her, give me a call. I've always wanted an older sub," the young woman said, handing Camila a card.

Camila rolled the card between her fingers as she and the young woman looked at Jen, who blushed and looked at the floor.

Jen was shaking as they left the shoe store, unable to get the hunger she saw in the eyes of the young woman out of her mind.

It was a short drive to their next stop, a moderately priced hotel.

"Go stand over by the bar. Your name is Kitty. I don't want you to tell anyone 'No' about anything they want to do. Understand?"

Jen nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

"Good. The only other rule is you don't leave the fucking bar. Here is $20, get something to drink. Now go, I have some things to do."

Jen looked at the floor and slowly walked to the bar.

Camila walked over to the reception desk, glancing over at the bar as Jen sat down and ordered a drink.

The reception line had a few patrons in front of Camila. It took almost half an hour before Camila got to the front of the line. She had lost sight of Jen about ten minutes into waiting, but she wasn't worried. The hotel was in a nice area and used mostly by business travelers.

"How may I help you?"

"I have a reservation," Camila said, handing over her ID and credit card.

"Ah, yes. Three connected two-room suites, each with a king-sized bed. How many room keys do you need?"

"I am holding a meeting later tonight, and a larger group will be arriving from out of town. I will take a key to each room with me now. Here are the names of the other guests who will be arriving later. Please give them their keys when they arrive."

"No problem, Ms. Please enjoy your stay," the desk clerk said, already reaching for the paperwork the person behind her was handing him.

Camila walked over to the bar, looking for Jen.

It took her a few minutes to find her. She was in a corner, sandwiched between two large Asian men. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned and pulled to the sides, allowing the men access to her breasts with one hand while the other hand was below the table, taking turns fingering her wet pussy.

Jen's eyes were closed as she moaned, enjoying the feeling of being used in a public place.

"Well, that didn't take long," Camila said as she sat down across from the three of them.

"Hey, this is a private party," the one on the outside said.

"And she's mine. So unless you want to finish with your friend there," Camila pointed her head at the other man, "I'm inviting myself."

The two men said something she didn't understand, which pissed her off.

"Look. Either speak in English, or we leave."

"What makes you think we would let you leave?" The man on the outside asked. He clearly thought he was in charge.

"I don't care how things work where you come from. Here, I scream, and you see all those people over there," Camila pointed at a group of young men at the bar. "They all become heroes rescuing a couple of women from evil perverts."

The man in charge scowled, but it was the other one that answered.

"He is just cranky. It's been a long day, and the business deal didn't go the way we expected it to go." The other man said, his soft-spoken voice soothing, unlike the harsh voice of his partner.

The other man just picked up his drink and took a gulp, ignoring Camila and Jen completely.

"We didn't know she was with you," the man continued, removing his hands from Jen as well. "When I asked if she wanted to sit with us, she said yes. Actually, she said yes to everything but leaving with us. I assume that she was waiting for you?"

"Yes, I had some business to attend to, and it took longer than I thought. Kitty, get dressed and come sit by me," Camila said.

Jen buttoned her blouse and straightened her skirt as much as possible. The guy on the outside said something that Camila didn't understand, but let Jen out. Camila stood and motioned Jen to take the inside.

Once the other man had sat back down, Camila glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention. Seeing no one looking, she lifted the black tablecloth and pointed underneath.

Jen swallowed hard but obeyed.

"Now, since you have felt her up, it's only fair she returns the favor," Camila said as she sat down.

Jen didn't need directions. She unzipped the pants of the guy on the inside first. His cock was semi-hard, not really big, but made for it in girth. She started sucking the head, licking the shaft several times before taking the entire cock into her mouth.

The guy tasted much better than Larry, but it wasn't long before he started to swell, and then he was spewing cum into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, not wanting to get his pants dirty with cum stains.

The man ran his hands through her hair, gently caressing her head as she kissed his softening cock and put it back inside his pants for him.

There wasn't enough room under the table to move to the other guy, so the outside guy let the other one that Jen had blown out to use the restroom and took his spot quickly. Once in the seat, he wasted no time in unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. He was a little longer than the other man but much less thick.

Jen had just put the crown in her mouth when she felt his hands on the back of her head, forcing his entire cock down her throat. The asshole fucked her face very quickly, grunting as he did, until he came a few minutes later. Once the last spurt of cum had left his cock, he pushed Jen away and left the table.

Camila made sure no one was looking. "You can come out now."

Jen slithered out from under the table on the other side, taking up the spot she had been in when Camila had found her at the table.

Her face was blotchy, and her lips were deep red.

"Have fun?" Camila asked with a smirk.

"No," Jen answered, not looking up as she took a drink to get the taste of cum out of her mouth.

"You know, four blowjobs, to four different men, in less than a couple of hours. It sounds like the start of a promising career as a prostitute, dear. Well, I guess you have to start charging. Otherwise, you are just a dumb slut," Camila stated matter-of-factly.

Jen looked up at Camila, pissed. "I'm not a fucking whore!"

"Keep your voice down," Camila said. Turning her phone around so Jen could see it, she started playing a video. It was of Jen sucking off Jessie. She swiped it, and she was sucking off Larry. The next swipe, Jen was sucking off the first Asian guy. Another swipe, and Jen was sucking the last guy.

"You're fucking recording me?" Jen whispered, suddenly the color leaving her face.

"Well, I wanted something to remember the fun we are having. Not to mention, in case you get any crazy ideas of going to the authorities and trying to turn me in. Anyone who looks at the videos can see how much fun you are having. See how content you look with Larry's filthy cock down your throat?" She smirked devilishly at the downtrodden Jen.

Jen watched in horror as the woman on the screen sucked the slimy, nasty cock with almost a smile on her face.

"I guess it's something you can talk to your shrink about later," Camila said, closing the video.

"You made quite the impression on Todd tonight. So much so that the boys asked if you might be available for a private show."

"Todd doesn't know it yet, but tonight he is going to get to fuck his favorite teacher. Then watch as she fucks all of his friends too," she nodded emphatically.