A [Prostitutes] Life Ch. 02

I woke up to the rays of the sun dancing across my eyelids from the wooden shutters. For a blissful moment all was right in the world and my most pressing concern was the rapidly approaching need to relieve myself and get on with the daily chores.

Alas, it could not last and the previous day's happening came flooding back. Getting in line to the temple with my brother, having the cutest boy in town smile at me and than finally receiving my class with the priest.

The single most horrible moment of my life.

Where I had become a [prostitute].

Where I had engaged in a sordid act with the local priest, using my mouth to please his member.

I shivered as I slipped into a blue dress that brought out my eyes; just thinking about it brought a bitter taste to my lips. The worst part was that it wasn't an entirely unpleasant taste, bringing an unbidden ache to my loins.

Furiously, I tamped down on those feelings; I refused to be some whore. No matter what my class wanted me to be. Not everyone followed their class; maybe I could even get it changed if I worked hard enough.

Determined to defy the goddess' will I stomped out to the main room of our little house where a hearty breakfast of steaming porridge lay waiting. My little brother had the appearance of a squirrel as he tried to stuff as much porridge in his mouth without swallowing. My mother was already hard at work in the corner stitching some floral designs into a dress.

Watching any high level craftswomen work was an experience, they have the skills to do in a matter of minutes what should have taken hours. On top of this as one advanced their class more and more, people begin to pick up more unique skills; such as a weaponsmith's swords retaining an edge far beyond what should have been possible.

In my mothers case, a level 32 [Floral Seamstress], her hands a blur as a startlingly lifelike rose rapidly appeared on the dress. I knew from experience that the dress would even smell like roses, as my mother had a skill to make her works emit the odors of the flowers stitched upon them. For that single skill alone my mother was a highly sought after seamstress among the local women.

My skills on the other hand were next to useless. They were all designed to aid me in being more promiscuous, which I didn't want. [Birth Control], [Sexual Illness Immunity] and [Gag-Reflex Control] all seemed to make having sex safer as I couldn't get pregnant or sick unless I wanted to.

But I didn't really understand what [See My Worth] did, the name wasn't very clear, but I thought it was an active skill, meaning I had to consciously use it, unlike the others. Maybe it made me appear more attractive? Whatever the case I didn't know and didn't plan on finding out, resolute as I was in defying my class.

"Honey, could you fetch some water from the well? I'll need some to wash up later"

I startled out of my thoughts as my mother called out to me.

"Of course!" I responded, a false smile on my face. I had been too ashamed to tell anyone my class the previous evening. My parents clearly understood that it wasn't something desirable, but had let me have my peace to work it out myself. Will on the otherhand...

"I bet your a [Thief]!"

I stumbled as I got up from finishing my breakfast, giving the little rat a glare.

"I am not a thief! What would I even do to get stuck with that!"

"Dunno, but it would be sooo cool! Davy said high level ones can pick yer pocket without even touching you!"

Luckily my mother stepped in before he could go any further.

"Stop being a brat Will! She'll tell us when she's ready,"

But than she turned towards me, with a concerned smile.

"Although if itis something like [Thief], it wouldn't be the end of the world. You can turn practically any class into a use for good. I heard thieves can advance their class into stuff like [Juggler] or [Assesor] in the city."

"I-I'll keep that in mind"

Eager to get away from their prying questions, I quickly dashed out the door with an empty bucket.

As well meaning as my mother's advice was, I couldn't see how it could help my situation. A [prostitute's] skills simply overlap with anything else, like how [thief's] quick hands could help them become a [Juggler]. My Skills were all geared toward one and only one thing, sex.

My pace slowed as I gained some distance from my house and glanced around the village as it woke up for the morning. There wasn't much going on yet in the early hours of the morning, mainly other girls fetching water or heading to the market square where a travelling caravan had set up shop. The local [blacksmith] was also up, furiously swinging his hammer with Skill enhanced blows. He glanced up as I passed by.

"Mornin Elly"

"Good morning mister Smith!"

I gave him a grin as I passed, many of the local girls had a crush on the unwed blacksmith with his bulging muscles and sturdy frame, I was no exception. I had to forcibly avert my eyes from the arms glistening in the morning sun to his handsome face. Except, I blushed as I noticed his eyes were straying lower than they normally did.

"You know it gets lonely some nights living on my own like this, I could use some company if your looking for work"

I tripped. My brain stuttering to a stop as his words reached my ears. The ground rushing up to meet me.

"I'm sorry!?" I managed to gasp as I sprawled on the ground.

The smith had already rushed over to give me an arm up.

"Are you okay?"

"Ye-Yeah, I'm fine. W-what did you mean by "looking for work"?"

"I heard about your class when the Ol'Henry posted them this morning an thought to myself I better see what she's got!"

I blanched as he explained. I'd totally forgotten about the class postings, they were officially to help people look for new apprentices with suitable classes and unofficially to give the village new gossip on all the new classes.

I'd hoped to keep my class a secret as I figured out some way of advancing it without selling my body. I couldn't help but get angry at the priest for not omitting me.

"I'm sorry mister Smith, b-but I'm not for sale."

His face fell at my words.

"That's a shame, let me know if you change your mind. I've just been thinking about you for awhile, your really pretty y'know, even thought about asking yer da for your hand in marriage."

I blinked at that and than felt my face turn red hot as his words registered. Hearing that the blacksmith, the most eligible bachelor in the entire village wanted to marry me filled me with elation. Maybe, I wouldn't have to advance my class at all with him at my side. I also noticed he still had hold of my arm from when he'd helped me up, my skin broke out into a sweat.

"You really think so? You'd want me as your wife?"

I couldn't help the note of hope from entering my voice. Which was quickly dashed.

"Well not anymore, couldn't have it be known that my wife is sleeping with other men!"

A mix of horror and fury swept threw me as I wrenched my arm from his grasp.

"I am not a whore!" I hissed, " I will not be selling myself to anyone, least of all you!"

The smith only chuckled at my words. Then as I stomped away I felt a pinch on my rear.

"Sure you won't, why else would the goddess have made you a [prostitute]. It's what you are!" He called after me. "Just remember my bed's open for your sweet ass anytime!"

Humiliated, my face as hot as his forge, I fast-walked the rest of the way towards the well.

It was only now that Mr. Smith had clued me in that I noticed all the stares as stumbled to the well. The men with lecherous eyes, openly imagining what lay beneath my jasmine scented dress, and the women judging me for acts I had never done.

My worst nightmare had come true, everyone knew that I was a [prostitute] and would only think of that when they saw me. No one would ever see Elly Souster again, only Elly the Whore. Every interaction would forevermore be tainted by my class. I dreaded the moment my family found out.

The whispers reached my ears as I reached the well and frantically began to fill my bucket up.

"Did you hear what Elly's class is! She's a [prostitute]!"

"No- little Elly? She's always been sweet as an angel!"

"Its true! Swear by my levels! The priest posted it this morning!"

"I heard she let Ol'Henry have his way with her before she got her class!"

"Yeah! My brother told me she offered herself to him at the solstice festival. Then when he refused she turned and asked Greg right there!"

"Not surprising honestly, she's always pranced around in her mothers dress's"

"By the goddess, her ma and da must be so ashamed!"

And on it went, the rumours spreading like wildfire, true or not everyone would think I was a slut who deserved the class she got.

Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. I dropped my bucket and ran from the horrible lies and judgmental whispers. My vision blurred as I ran into the forest away from everyone.

I ran until I collapsed in a clearing, sobs wracking my thin frame. Everything was ruined!

I don't know how long I sat there, unable to bring myself to head back to the village and face the stares again.

"Elly! What's wrong?"

A voice startled me out of my misery. Glancing up I saw the dashing figure of Tom Miller, the [Millwright]'s son.

"T-Tom! I didn't see you there."

He sat down beside me, letting out a great big sigh.

"Not surprised," he paused, "I heard about your class."

I sniffled and tried to brush the tears from me eyes.

"My life's over, everyone thinks I'm a slut! But I'm not! I've never even kissed somebody!"

I covered my face with my hands.

"It doesn't even matter, all they see is my class!"

A hand grasped my shoulder. Startled I glanced up at Tom's kind face.

"I believe you. I think my class proves once and for all that one's class isn't a reflection of who they are."

"Re-really? What'd you get?"

He gave a wry smile.

"[Hero]"

"No! That's impossible!"

Belatedly I realized I was parroting words the villagefolk had said about me.

"It's true, it's posted in front of the church. I'm hiding out here to get away from everyone."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. Our situation eerily similar, but totally different. Everyone would be fawning over the [Hero] while they shunned the local [prostitute].

We sat there for awhile in silence. Both avoiding the consequences of our classes.

"I'm planning on leaving."

I blinked at his sudden announcement, but before I could speak he continued.

"I think you should leave to"

I frowned at Tom's suggestion.

"Why? If you don't think your cut out for it you should just do something you actually want. And why wouldI leave? Everything and everyone I know is here!"

"I'm about as far away from a [Hero] as you can get. But heroe's are needed; they save lives. And I don't think I could live with myself knowing that people died because I was to scared to even try."

He stared off into the distance before glancing down at me again.

"Unlike me, you actuallyneed to leave though. Everyone will judge you unfairly here. Maybe go to the city, I here there's more leeway in what you can do there and maybe you could even find a way to change your class."

I thought about his proposal. It made sense, all anyone in my isolated village would see was a whore. But if I went to the city, I could be anyone I wanted to be. It would be easy to pick up a random profession, I'd heard it there was always a deficit of labour classes there, making it easy to find work as a barmaid or something. But, most importantly of all, know one would judge me for my class!

Suddenly in favour of the idea I sat up and turned to Tom.

"I think your right! It's the only way for me to get away from the stigma of my class."

The handsome boy grinned beside me.

"Than I wish you luck on your journey! You'll doubtless have more than I will at being a [Hero]!"

I frowned at his self-deprecation.

"Are you kidding!? You're the perfect hero! Your so nice, and hard working and brave "

He blushed at my words.

"You-you really think so? I don't know if I'm right for it."

"Of course I do! As I said, you'll pick it up and no time. Besides you already look the part."

I watched the handsome [Hero] blink at my words. Throughout our conversation I'd felt a need growing in me.

"What do you mean by "look the pa-"

His confused words cut off as I kissed him.

His lips were rough, but I found the fit perfectly together with mine. A fire was coursing through me, it had been raging since the day before when I had sodomized the Ol'Henry and now I had the prefect release. I needed to give the newly christened [Hero] his confidence to go and be what I truly believed him to be.

Quickly, Tom pushed me back with a shout.

"What are you doing!?"

I frowned and straddled him, but he held me at armslength.

"I'm trying to show you that you are a [Hero]. I've always admired you! You help everyone all the time!"

"B-but I don-"

I leaned in and cut him off again. The longer this went the more the need for release grew; my heart beating like a drum.

"Your not taking advantage of me; I want this! Besides don't you want something to remember our village by?"

I could barely think by this point, I was sure my undergarments were soaked through. But I could see the hesitation in his eyes. I couldn't bear to have him think I was a slut like the rest of the village did.

In desperation I bit my lip and activated [See My Worth].

Instantly Tom's eye's snapped down to my breasts, which were squeezed together as I leant over him. They weren't huge like some of the village girls', but they were still a good handful. I could fell his lust surging as hard bulge appearing in his breaches.

"I-when you put it like that."

The handsome hero's hands released my shoulders and I leapt at the chance, my lust driving my actions. I quickly pulled straddled over Tom and leaned in for my second ever kiss.

Our lips pressed together and this time his worked with mine, Tom's tongue gliding over my full bottom lip before surging into my mouth. He groaned into my full lips

Hesitantly his hands slowly made their way to my breasts, grasping and kneading them through the thin fabric of my dress. I pulled back gasping for air, I'd never known that the touch of another could feel so good. My only other sexual experience had been with the priest the previous day and the old man had barely touched me beyond pushing his cock deeper into my throat. But this - this felt nice, the sensation of the young [Hero]'s fingers on my body brought the simmering heat I'd been holding in since receiving my class and brought it to a boil.

I gazed down at the [Hero] and noted the muscles and fair features that had gained him the admiration of so many girls in the village. I was pretty sure Tom was a virgin like me, as I hadn't heard even a hint of gossip of him getting together with anyone and the older women praised him on being a "right and proper young lad". But I knew he was at least as horny as I was and I wanted someone who didn't just see me as a prostitute to be my first.

"Take me," I said breathlessly and his eyes widened at my words.

"Ar-are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you."

I couldn't help but grin at his nervous stuttering.

"Everyone already thinks I'm a slut, so I might as well know what it feels like to be one!"

Before I knew it, our positions were reversed, Tom sitting up and pushing me onto my back on the forest floor. Unsure what to do I lay there nervously watching as the [Hero] hurriedly unlaced his britches and pulled his cock out.

It was magnificent. Thick and veiny and far larger than the Priest's had been; the engorged mushroom head had a drop of milky liquid dripping from it. The sight made my mouth water, the memory of the taste of cum made me want to sit up and lick the dewy drop from his tip.

Alas, Tom had different ideas; the aroused boy swiftly pushed my dress up and pulled my undergarments off. He paused as my bush came into sight, he looked back up to my face, his eyes asking for confirmation. Anxious as I was, I could only give him a nod in what I hoped was a sultry manner, biting my lip nervously. Tom's responding smile was like the rising dawn, sweeping aside all my worries.

Then he lined his engorged head with my lower lips and pushed.

"Oh Goddess!" I gasped.

There was a sharp pain as something within me tore, but behind it there swiftly came pleasure. I had never felt so full before, my lover slowly pushing his thick cock into my womb.

Tom paused as the end of his rod entered my slick channel, his eyes glazed over and mouth parted in lust. Then he began to pull back and I cried out at the emptiness his movements left behind. But before I could grow to miss it, the young [Hero] slammed his cock back in and began to piston in and out of me.

It was too much, only my soaked folds saved me from being fucked raw by my lover's rapid thrusts. I'd thought he'd go slow from how cautious he'd been in the beginning; but his inexperience made his lust take over as he uncontrollably thrust into me again and again.

This isn't to say I wasn't enjoying the experience immensely, my earlier arousal was only growing with each consecutive thrust. My breath coming in short gasps and my fingers digging into my [Hero]'s back.

The only sounds the squelching of his cock pistoning in and out of my pussy and our combined moans. I'd heard from older women that men rarely lasted more than a moment when coupling, but Tom was showing no signs of stopping. If anything his thrusts were coming in harder as my inner walls clenched around him.

The heat from my core was growing, the intensity of our coupling causing me to moan with pleasure. It was becoming to much, I could barely focus on what was happening; the feeling of flesh sliding within me like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Suddenly, my orgasm erupted from within me, I cried out as I let it overtake me. My body shuddering and jerking beneath the weight of my lover. And as if he'd been waiting for me, Tom thrust one last time with a shout and I felt a warmth seeped into me.

We lay there a moment. Me, on my back with my dress bunched up to my waist and the muscled form of my first lover laying atop, his slowly shrinking cock still snug within my nethers. I buried my face in Tom's shoulder, my mind in a haze. I didn't know what to think, I hadn't in any way planned on this happening, but all the emotions from the last couple days and my own arousal had overwhelmed any critical thinking I still had. I couldn't quite bring myself to regret my actions however, Tom was the perfect boy to lose it to and besides my reputation was already in ruins due to my class.

"I think your right," I murmured into his shoulder.

Tom pulled back with a puzzled from.

"About my leaving," I elaborated, "There's nothing for me here anymore, everyone just see's my class, but I can find other work in the city."

With a grunt my lover pulled himself from me and I couldn't help but let out a small moan. He stood up and lent me hand to pull myself up with.

"I'm glad you see it that way too. There's definitely room for you to make a something for yourself there," he said as he started tying the laces to his pants.

I tried to pat my dress and hair down into something approximating a proper state, all too aware of the liquid trickling down my leg. At least I wouldn't get pregnant with my Skills. But I should be presentable enough to get back home without any more rumours starting up.

"Here"

I turned to see Tom offering me a small handful of copper coins and jerked back.

"That's not what this was!" I said angrily. I thought he'd understood that I didn't want to follow my class! I'd offered my virginity to him because I'd wanted to, not to level my class!