Melody watched as this prostitute they'd brought in, "Destiny", got comfortable and took stock of the situation. She'd evidently been informed of the details of the scenario beforehand, because she didn't seem alarmed at the sight of the hundred plus people in the room. She also seemed to have her attention mostly focused on Melody, a slight smirk of appraisal on her face. She had a feeling the prostitute wasn't here to fuck any of the men. No telling how much that would cost them. She was just here to be a further vehicle for Melody's degradation.
The raven-haired prostitute was accepting drinks being handed to her. It looked like she was glad to be in this nice penthouse. She was pretty young, skinny, attractive beneath the makeup, but very obviously strung out and unhealthy. This was not a high-dollar escort. She had obviously just got done slinging her pussy on the street for drug money. Melody could just imagine what they were going to make her do with her. "Clean her up after a hard night's work," they'd said.
Destiny had quickly slammed a few shots of liquor, and now straddled Melody's naked body where she sat on the edge of the bed, her feet crossed as she waited, looking almost bashful in an absurd way. The hooker wrapped her arms, riddled with track marks here and there, around Melody's neck and pulled her in for a kiss.
Melody let the woman stick her tongue down her throat while the viewers around them catcalled. She could taste the smoke and liquor on her breath. The woman was running her fingers and long nails through Melody's hair, lightly gyrating her groin as she did so.
She withdrew her tongue from Melody's mouth with a little slurp. She sat back, reaching back to undo the tousled, doubled over ponytail that held her black hair in place on top of her head. With a few flicks of her head she sent the hair tumbling loose around her shoulders. Melody thought of how meticulously she had done up her own hair earlier this evening. How sloppy and wild it must look now, the elaborate Chinese bun undone long ago. How far in the past that carefully chosen outfit seemed now. The only remnant she wore was the black choker. Every single other thing had been stripped from her. The choker, the dark-red finger and toenail polish, and the mostly-worn away makeup were all the difference from the way she had entered the world.
The hooker leaned back in for another kiss, then ran her tongue over Melody's face until she came to the side of her head. She whispered in her ear, her hot breath sending involuntary tingles to the depths of Melody's crotch.
"These men want to see you eat me out, alright honey? It'll be fine. You ever eaten a girl out before?"
She pulled back and looked at her face. Melody shook her head slowly, a single tear welling unbidden from the corner of an eye. Destiny leaned in and kissed it off of her cheek. She leaned back in.
"You'll have fun. I'll be gentle with you. But the guy who brought me here is paying me a lot to have you do everything with me. We're gonna have to get to know each other real well. I don't know what's really going on with you here, but it'll be alright. Alright, baby girl? I'm sorry in advance for some of the stuff he requested. But it's good money for me."
With that, she leaned over to her purse and pulled out a handful of used, dangling condoms. They were tied off on the ends, and the reservoir tips were all filled with cum, some filled nearly a quarter of the way up the whole condom.
"Adam wanted me to save these for you, baby," Destiny said loudly, for the benefit of the whole room. "I saved 'em for you all day. These were six of my customers today."
A chorus of mirthful shock and awe in the crowd. The guy who'd brought Destiny, Adam, said "Tell her about the guys who fucked you today."
Destiny shrugged. "Not gonna lie. Typical customers. Four of them were ghetto dudes, black guys. Nothing against them. Two were old, creepy, nasty white guys. But you won't be able to tell the difference from just their cum, will you?"
Destiny was waving the foul, limp things in front of Melody's face, right under her nose. They smelled of latex and unwashed pussy. She stifled a gag.
Destiny pulled Melody's bottom lip down seductively, pushing her lower jaw down, then flicked one of the condoms into her mouth, laying it flat across the surface of her tongue while still gripping the tied off end.
"Shut your lips around it, sugar, but don't bite. Be gentle with it. That's right. Clean me off of it. My juices all dried on the outside of these. Make 'em clean as new on the outside."
Melody found herself obeying. The shameful submissive in her just had to obey. She tried not to think about the nature of the warm, squishy object filling her mouth. That it was a thing people wore to protect themselves from what was now on the outer surface of it, the stuff that she was now cleaning off of it with her tongue and saliva. Sucking a prostitute's filth off of a john's used condom.
"These have been waiting in my purse all day for you."
She clamped her eyes shut and swirled her tongue around, feeling the foul contents of the rubber squirming around inside, jostled between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She tried to think of other things, tried to fight the urge to gag. Soon the condom was withdrawn, her lips instinctively forming a seal around it as it left, squeegeeing her own contaminated saliva back into her mouth. Then came the next condom.
She cleaned the dried pussy off the remaining five sealed condoms. She couldn't wrap her head around the filth of what she was doing. She'd had plenty of bare dick in her mouth before, of course, but something about this went beyond the pale.
The six still-filled condoms lay out on the floor before the bed, some still gleaming with her spit. Destiny picked one up again.
"Now you get what's inside them."
