XTC2 - Kitty Working Girl
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Kitty Working Girl
By XTC2, March 2007
The sacrifice of a working girl
"Well... I'll have to think about that..." Kitty said to the stranger on the phone. "Sure, take your time," he replied, "I'm in the city all week, and I'll pop in on Friday to see if you've made up your mind." He had such a nice, calm and reassuring voice, she thought. A sharp contrast to what he wanted from her. "OK then, I'll look forward to it!" she said, trying to sound sincere.
Kitty was in trouble. Although she didn't want this, she knew unless she had an incredibly busy week she would have no choice but to take this stranger up on his offer. An offer that would not only mean a great sacrifice for her, but would affect business in the future. Just how many of her regulars would keep coming to see her when they found out she had no clitoris? As much as she disliked anal, she really hoped someone would come in for a long three or four hour session and pay her those few dollars extra.
But unfortunately an already quiet week got worse. She had just one customer on Tuesday, who came in for 30 minutes. He'd wanted to tie her up and fuck her ass. She happily agreed, offering him the full hour for just $70 more. He accepted, but even though she desperately needed the money, in retrospect she was glad that was all he stayed for. His dick was enormous, and had nearly split her in two. She had complained during, asking him to slow down, but this had only made him thrust harder. Just as she began to cry, he had ejaculated, and she felt the semen inside her. "Shit, he must have removed the condom," she realised.
As soon as she had cleaned up, she went back to the club to try and find another customer. She waited on a bar stool (not particularly comfortable, given what she'd just been through) for several hours, but the place was dead. Where the hell was everyone?
By the following evening she had no calls, so returned to the club only to find it just as deserted as before. Some guy eventually approached her and offered her $40 for a blowjob in his car. She normally would have laughed in his face, but time was running out. She only had three days left now to pay off her loan shark, and these were not the kind of people you messed about with. She remembered hearing about the last girl who tried to run out on her debt; just the thought of what they'd done to her made her shiver and her heart race.
She went back with the guy to his car, a nice black Mercedes. "Great," she thought, "this guy must be loaded. Maybe I can convince him to pay more than $40." He opened one of the rear doors and they both slid inside. She seductively slipped off her jacket and pulled off her top revealing her small but perfectly shaped B cup breasts. "Nice," he responded, "can I see the rest as well?" "Well OK, but that's an extra twenty." "Not a problem," he replied, taking out a rather fat wallet and giving her the extra. "Wow, looks like you have a bit to spare there! Why just have a quick blowjob when we can take out time, darling?" she purred. "It's tempting," he responded, "but I think I'll need to save all the rest of my money for when I come to see you on Friday, Kitty."
Then she realised she'd heard his voice before. This was the man. The one who had offered enough money to end her troubles once and for all. All in exchange for one small piece of flesh. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't recognise your voice..." she stammered, awkwardly. "It's my fault, I should have introduced myself. I'm Edward," he said confidently, while unzipping his trousers. "Uh... pleased to meet you Edward." She wasn't exactly sure she was though. He seemed nice enough on the surface, but why would this guy want to do that to a girl?
She pulled out his penis, an impressive specimen, and began her task. She was an expert at blowjobs, and had been giving them for as long as she could remember, ever since some boys at school had offered her their lunch money for a quickie behind the bike sheds. She quickly progressed to offering her services to teachers instead, realising they could pay much more.
Just then he reached down and started playing with her vagina, concentrating on her clit of course. "So, you only have a day to decide now," he smirked as she gently licked him, "do you think you'll be able to give this thing up?" "I dunno," she almost whispered, "maybe. Can I ask why you want to do this? Why not just tie me up and whip me if you're in to that S&M stuff?" she purred as she expertly massaged his balls. "It's not really about the pain involved, although I'd be lying if I said that didn't turn me on. It's more about the sacrifice. When we spoke before you told me you don't orgasm from penetration, only when someone's licking you, so giving up your clitoris will mean orgasm will be very difficult, if not impossible for you. That's what turns me on, the idea that someone in your line of work could go without getting any pleasure from it. When was the last time you came?" "This morning" she said, truthfully, "if I don't have a customer in the morning I usually just bring myself off. To be honest I don't get much pleasure from sex itself, just when my clit is played with. Like you're doing now. So I guess you're right, without that it'll be hard... to... come..."
Her breathing got shallower as she felt her orgasm approach. This guy must be really skilled with his hands! Normally she only climaxed from a guy licking her or by masturbating. The orgasm built and built, eventually making her cry out as she ground herself onto his hand. At the same time, he exploded in her own hand, and they both lay back, waiting to get their breath back.
She left his car without saying much more, briefly mumbling about hearing from him soon. She went home, and lay back on her soft bed. Again, no messages, no emails, no phone calls. There was no way she'd be able to make enough money tomorrow to pay off the sharks. She slipped one hand between her legs and found her little nub was getting hard again. Was she actually getting turned on by this? By the thought of loosing the only thing that really made her job bearable?
She woke late the next day. This was it, the final day before she had to tell Edward whether or not she would accept his offer. She removed her knickers and sat in front of the mirror, exploring her condemned flesh. She gently parted the small labia, and circled her pink, round nub. She noticed how perfectly round it was. It didn't look like a small penis, like some of the girls she occasionally worked with. Hers was like a pink pearl, and quickly got harder as she continued stroking it. How, she wondered, would he remove it? Would he just cut it off with a knife or scissors like she had heard they do to young girls in parts of Africa? Or did he have something more inventive in mind? Maybe he'd burn it off with a soldering iron. Or maybe pull it out like a worm with pliers. Or maybe...
Her own orgasm caught her by surprise, as she closed her thighs on her hand and collapsed on the floor.
Thursday ended without a single customer. The sharks called of course, giving her a not so friendly reminder of when they wanted their money. She had no choice now. She could run, but they'd find her. She'd end up as just another police statistic, another body of another whore found in some dark alley.
Edward called at her place just after midday. She smiled as she let him in, and cheerfully walked him to her bedroom. She had resigned herself to her fate now. This had to be done, so she might as well make sure the customer enjoyed himself. "Are you ready for this? Are you SURE you want to go though with it?" he said. A simple "yes" was her reply. "Then please, sit back in that armchair. I'm going to use some restraints to tie your arms and legs," he said, as he opened his bag and emptied his equipment onto the bed. He pulled her legs back to her chest, and tied both her knees and ankles round the back of the chair, which provided maximum access to her most sensitive parts. He then securely tied her wrists to the outside of her knees. "Comfortable?" he asked. Surprisingly, she was. The restraints felt good against her skin.
He began by gently caressing her vulva, teasing her. Gently, he began to lick. Ever so softly at first, barely making contact with her clitoris. As she began to respond, humping back as much as the restraints would allow, he increased the rate and strength of his caress. Finally, she shook with pleasure and could not help crying out as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced tore through her small body.
Before she had even opened her eyes, and without saying another word, Edward attached his self-made mechanism to her still pulsating clitoris. She felt a sharp but not painful sensation as her clit was sucked into a small tube, then a less pleasant sensation as a tiny elastic band tightened around the base of her little nub. "Ahhhh! That pinches!" she complained, but Edward was away in his own world and did not respond. The elastic tightened further, causing the little bulb to swell and darken. "Last chance," he said, neither expecting nor getting a reply. He removed the tube, and again brought his mouth back to her little pearl. She watched as he took the now dark red nub between his teeth, and carefully positioning it, bit down with all his force.
She screamed like never before, but no sound seemed to come out of her mouth. All she could see was a white sheet of pain. Edward sawed his teeth back and forth like a dog playing with a toy, leaning back and pulling on the distended flesh with all his might. Within moments he fell backwards, with the small piece of flesh still in his mouth. Mercifully, Kitty slipped into unconsciousness.
She awoke in her bed, with Edward sitting by her side, holding her hand. "How do you feel?" he said, with genuine concern. She actually felt pretty well, aside from a dull ache between her legs. "I'm OK. How was that for you?" she said, a little sadly but knowing at least the worst of it was now over. "Fantastic, just what I wanted Kitty. Thank you!"
Just then she realised what the time was. "I have to go! I have some people I need to pay today!" She exclaimed, shakily getting to her feet. "There's no need, I've taken care of that. The sharks won't bother you again," he reassured her.
"I know we've only really just met, and I've just put you though a horrible ordeal, but I really admire how you faced it and I'd like to get to know you, Kitty. Do you feel like getting a drink with me later, when you feel up to it? Or I could bring back some food for us to eat here?" "Sure, why not?" she said, cheerily. Relationships have started in stranger ways than this... well, maybe not!
She smiled broadly at Edward and started to get dressed, and only allowed herself a brief glance at the small, bloody pad between her legs in the mirror.
[By XTC2, March 2007]