Chapter 6 -- Turning into a Whore
After I came back from Las Vegas, my life has never been the same. I met a hunk named Bill and was romanced into becoming his willing slut. The previous five chapters went into detail of how that occurred. Even though I was still ashamed of my behavior in Vegas and abstained from sex after I got home, I saw Bill again a month later in L.A. He took me to dinner and I was persuaded to go to a bar in Santa Ana just for a drink to apologize for Vegas. Once there, I somehow lost all control. I woke up in a basement and had sex with a dozen or so men. He told me that I had performed admirably and now was a willing a cheap whore. He even showed me many photos of me in sexual bliss and guys waiting for a turn. After that night, I no longer looked at myself as anything but a soiled woman. It was like my mind had some how been brain washed with me constantly craving sex.
The pleasure and money I was receiving from satisfying men, was all I thought about and still do. It's been five years of uninhibited gratification of enjoying at least a thousand guys; or was that they enjoyed my many talents of extracting their yummy cum. That changed during the pandemic, but then that is another chapter in my life.
I also talked about a pink pill that they constantly gave me. The ad states that it offers dramatic enhancement in receptivity and "readiness" in areas of sexual stimulation and to waken a woman's sexual yearning and libido. Also it will affect every woman differently. In a few women it will completely remove any sexual inhibitions creating a craving for intercourse. I am in that category.
First, let's continue with the next part of me being transformed from slut into a fun loving enthusiastic escort/prostitute with the help of taking the pink pill. I'll begin where I left off. If needed, please read chapter five.
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After being used as a cheap whore that Saturday night I felt mortified and now a damaged woman. I was placed on a blanket with the cold floor underneath me and men came in one after another for sex. Not understanding what was happening to me; I now saw myself as a cheap tramp and unfit for a normal sex free life, like I had before Vegas.
When I woke Sunday, I still felt like a worthless slut. Bill did try to cheer me up and help me make sense of my new experiences, with little results. I listened, but it didn't really sink in until he took me out to buy new outfits advertising my body. The attention I received from trying the risqué outfits excited me. Just like when in Vegas, men seemed to like looking at me.
Realizing that I was becoming a whore, I had to ask. "What am I now Bill? What did you do to me? I've never been such a willing slut before you. I don't want to be a whore. I'm so ashamed of what happened last night. Please tell me what is going to happen to me now that I've been farmed out. I have the right to know!"
He laughed and answered, "Katy. You know I love you. The only way to show me your love me back is to be my submissive. And gorgeous after last night outstanding performance begging for cock, you are exactly what you have been training for; that is, my obedient, sexy, and willing full service whore. So get used to it. Accept the fact that men find you eye-catching, desirable and are willing to pay to have sex with you. You should welcome using what god has given you to excite men, while you still have that hot body. Your looks won't last forever and when it's gone, you'll thank me for having these experiences. I know that once you put your mind to this undertaking, you'll be a very happy and satisfied young Lady. "
I didn't know how to answer him, but it did tell me that I was going to be farmed out over and over again. And the way he said it made me realize that I wasn't going to have a choice. Then he whispered something in my ear and the next thing I remember was waking up in the mall parking lot. It was like I was in a trance. My mind was again blank, like waking up from a dream. Only this dream was all about sex.
We went to dinner and I was unable to stop flashing these old guys by keeping my legs spread apart so they could view my bare pussy. For some strange reason I was enjoying it. I was so freaking horny that Bill made me play with myself all the way home. Once I got home, he had me strip, lay in bed, and he proceeded to fuck me with a huge black dildo. I came hard and fell asleep in his arms.
When I woke up Monday for work, Bill wasn't around. The coffee was made and a note was sitting by my purse. "Katy, don't forget to call Calvin for tonight's date. He wants you for a couple of hours at his hotel. I'll be back to help you get ready. Have a great day Beautiful, Bill."
I was shocked by the note. I thought he was kidding when he told me the old guy Calvin wanted me. But now there was no getting around that I was really going fuck an old fart for money. There had to be some way to fight my pink pill drug laced sexual urges. I didn't know what to do or who to trust. I began reminiscing about how this all happened.
It wasn't even two months, since I came back from Vegas as a super slut. I enjoyed the most sex ever in that amount of time. Before Vegas I had only experienced four men. By the time I came home that number went to 22 men and Bill had photos of me having sex. At 27 my life would be ruined if any of the explicit photos got out. But once home, I did fight the sexual urges for a month. I thought I was cured. Until I allowed Bill to come back in my life.
I think he's done something to my mind, but don't know what it was. After he said something to me that I can't remember, I willing allowed another 12 guys to fuck me at the bar and enjoyed it. And now I'm going to be paid for sex again. I kept telling myself that I'm really not that type of girl and what happened in the past was just a big mistake. But I'm still being controlled by my sexual urges and don't know why I'm constantly in need of a sexual fix. I cried thinking about how I got this way and what was wrong with me.
As I dressed for work, putting on black pants, bra and red sweater; I began thinking of how I was going to get out of the meeting this old guy. I had to get control of my need for sex. I thought once my mind began concentrating on work, everything would turn out okay and a solution would miraculously appear.
It was going to be a busy day with new clients coming in for setting up their accounts. I was the liaison for new accounts. I had no time to think about sex. Eric a nice hunk in the office seemed to keep running into me when getting coffee. I could feel myself becoming sexually excited about him when we flirted, but ignored the feeling. I had to behave.
The morning went by fast. My associate and friend Emma already left for lunch. Taking a late lunch, I saw Bill waiting for me. He waved me over to him. Reluctantly I sashayed over. Taking my arm, he forced me to his BMW. Opening the door, he pushed me in. Without saying a word, we drove to Fashion Island parking structure and parked on the top floor where there weren't many vehicles.
Nastily he spoke. "Why haven't you called Calvin yet?" He barked! Then he slapped me.
Holding my stinging cheek, I meekly responded back. "I've been really busy at work Bill. I thought I had time and was going to do it at lunch."
