Chapter One

 

Part Two

 

First Catch of the Day
 

Four years ago I was an innocent girl, I didn’t drink, I didn’t even curse and I was still a virgin. Look at me now I’m a fucking whore! I miss my family but I can’t let them see me like this. I’ll probably die before I ever see them again. I can’t do this on my own but right now the only thing in my life is heroin and she’s an abusive partner. I’m tainted now, no shining knight would ever come and save me.  

No time to feel sorry for myself, I need to score a hit soon or I’ll suffer. I have a whore bath, clean myself up as best I can and hit the road. I head towards the Hub and catch a guy prowling. There’s something strange about this one. He has an honest face but a dangerous air about him, his body is lean yet muscular like a lightweight boxer. The job is always a little easier when you think the guy is kind of cute.

“Hey gorgeous! You looking for a date?”
“I am, come with me.” He really does have a dangerous air about him but there's something about his smile and his voice that puts me at ease. Next thing I know we’re holding hands. His grasp is reassuring, confident but not too tight like a perfect handshake. For all I know he could be a serial killer but I feel safe.  

He leads me to a bar as if leading the blind, I’m banned for fucking clients in the toilets but he’s so reassuring I follow anyway. When we get to the bar he opens the door for me and sits me down on a comfy chair in the corner. “Would you like a drink?” The comment catches me off guard, I’m just a junky whore, I’m not used to being treated like a human being or with any respect.

I feel so frail now, withdrawal is creeping in. “I thought we could just go strait to business.”
“And what are your terms?”
“Sixty with a condom, hundred without.” He grins again, this time it’s much more sinister but his voice is so soothing.

“Any extras?” Alarm bells are ringing but I’m already committed. “Forty for a blowjob, handjob for a twenty.”
“Anal?” Why do men always want to put it in my ass! I can’t do anal when I’m sober, if he’s hung and doesn’t have any lube he’ll destroy my ass hole. It took days to recover last time but I can’t seem to say no to him. “It’ll cost extra.”

“Anything a little more exotic?” That’s usually a good thing. ‘Exotic’ could mean anything but usually exotic means something easy but a bit weird like use a strap-on  or a costume and I can charge much more. “Yes but it costs extra.”
“Candy doesn’t charge extra.” Candy, I’ve worked with her before but I haven’t seen her in weeks maybe months.
“Yeah but Candy isn’t around any more.”

He quickly changes the subject. “Would you like a drink?” This is dodgy as fuck, did he kidnap her and leave her in a ditch or something?!! Working girls go missing all the time, nobody cares. I feel my heart beat faster, adrenaline starts to flow, I kind of like it. I know I should get out of here but I’m somehow drawn to him and I’m desperate. “Let’s just get strait to business.”

He just ignores me and pulls a thick wallet full of cash out of his pocket. When I started out I would have tried to steal it but the last time I did that the client caught me and beat the living shit out of me. Besides you can get put in prison for theft but the cops turn a blind eye when it comes to prostitution it’s an “honest profession”.

He brings me a drink, it looks like a double Jack but he’s far too classy for that, probably some sort of Scotch. He has one too but his has ice in it and is probably just a single. It might help take the edge off the sickness setting in so I down it. “Classy!!” He’s toying with me the bastard. No more bullshit. “Where you wanna do it then?”


“Not here. You got a place?” He’s such a dick but the way he grins I can’t stay mad at him.
“No I need the money to get a room for the night.” I tell by the look on his face he knows that when I say 'room' I mean some smack. “I’d prefer somewhere a little more discrete.” He says as he sips his drink. “There’s a motel around the corner.”

“How about my place.” It’s always a little risky going to their place, people might not hear me scream if he turns out to be a psycho but I need this. “OK.” I grab his hand with a sense of urgency and he pulls away. “Lets go then. Follow me.”

He has a nice yet modest car. “Jump in.” The ride takes twenty minutes but on the brink of withdrawals it feels like an eternity. A thin layer of cold sweat starts to cover my body. His house is beautiful, a dream home. As soon as we get inside he takes me strait up to the bedroom. He knows I’m feeling edgy. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, so what you wanna do?” We’re cutting it fine I need a hit soon. “Can I get money for a taxi back afterwards please?”
“Even better, I’ll give you a lift.”
“Thanks, so what do you want? Blowjob? Anal?”

“Just normal sex... with a condom. How much is that?”
“Hundred” I snap. Forty in tax for being such a tease. “Didn’t you say sixty before?”
“Yeah I mean sixty.”
“How about fifty?” What a cheeky bastard!
“A hundred and I’ll let you do anything you want.”

“Anything? How about I give you this instead?” He lays down a baggy of the purest looking smack I’ve ever seen in my life. “Done!” I snatch the bag and he slaps it out of my hand like I was trying to steal form the cookie jar!

 

“Ah-ah-aah! All you have to do is sign this contract. It just says you’ll let me do anything I want to you, anal throat fucking anything.” Nothing I haven’t done before, I’ll make him cum quick and be out of here in no time. “OK deal just give me the [fucking] bag!”

“Here you go. Sign at the bottom.” He’s already got the form ready. “You’ve done this before haven’t you?” I reluctantly sign. The moment my pen leaves the page he flips from a mischievous gentleman into an animal. I like it, I feel nothing, when they’re aggressive at leat I feel something even if it is just pain or fear.
“Hmm maybe.”

When you’re a whore sex is just a chore, I’ve had sex with hundreds, thousands of men, it’s always just sex, meaningless sex. He wraps his magic hand firmly around my neck I should be scared but for some reason I feel safe instead.
“You won’t regret it.” I gasp.

For the first time in as long as I can remember I actually feel a little moist. For once I’m not faking it as I groan, I feel alive for the first time in years. If only for a moment I’m finally free. Being treated like a human being made me feel like a princess, I'm a whore but I feel free. He’s my knight in shining armour. I never kiss a client but just this once I want to share a kiss with him.

I can’t reach his hand is still around my neck. I’ll do anything if he’d just stop teasing me! “You gonna put it in my ass!?” He rips my top off and tosses it to the floor like a dirty rag. “Not today.” I feel a little squirmy knowing I might finally make a connection with someone and the insinuation that this might not be the last time I get to experience this.  

This is how I used to dream loosing my virginity would feel, he’s aggressive but nurturing, lustful but sensual, treating me like it’s my first time. He spits in his hand and lubes me up. I can’t believe it, for the first time it’s not just about getting my fix and his pleasure, I actually want him inside me. I whip his clothes off and we wank each other off for a moment.

I haven't masturbated in years, too busy scoring smack and a man only thinks of his own pleasure when he’s paying for it. I’ve never been wanked off before, it feels better when someone else is doing it.

With a single word he drags me away from my knight in shining armour fantasy. “You can hit up in here and stay the night as soon as I’m done with you.” I remember why I’m here, back to reality. I’m not a princess and a filthy fucking smack whore.

He slides two fingers inside my newly awakened snatch curling them up, yep that’s the spot! I can’t help but gasp. I spit on my hand and we wank each other off  even harder. After a while he starts to ease a third finger inside me then pulls it out and puts a condom on. Dammit! He looks clean and I could have charged more if he wasn’t wearing one. “Mmm. Do it. Do me now!”

He takes control of my body, lifting me off my feet. Oh my god yes I think as I wrap my arms around my prince charming. It’s a win win situation, either for the first time in my life I’ll get to experience making love not just sex or I feel nothing but I still got a baggie, I have nothing to loose.

I try to relax my pussy as he teases my lips with his tip. I can’t wait any longer I need him inside me, I grab his cock and pop it inside me. My chest tenses up for a second as he drives his vieny cock all the way up inside me. I’m so moist and relaxed, going from foreplay to being penetrated feels much more comfortable than usual, I wish this really was my first time. I wish he was my first.

We’ve only just met and I don’t even know his name but for the first time this doesn’t feel like meaningless sex. He presses his body against mine, pinning me to the wall by my chest. It doesn’t take long for him to get into the swing of things and I can’t help but push back in time with him, grinding my swollen clit against his groin.

I could let him pump me like this all night but I know this won’t last forever, I'll start to feel sick soon. I’ve been done against the wall just as vigorously many times before but this feels different, I can feel myself getting wet, even the smell of his sweat is making my mouth water. He slows down a little but holds me tight and penetrates me even deeper. I want his cum inside me, I grind against him until...

Oh my god! I’m actually going to cum, I can feel it build up inside me like a dam about to burst. Like masturbation but so much more intense, no need to fake it I can’t help but moan. Just when I think I can’t take much more he fucks me even harder like a raging bull. Finally I cum. I don’t just moan, I let out a primal scream as he fucks me like an animal. Nothing will ever compare to that first hit of the day but it feels so good and there's none of the side affects of heroin.

I feel him judder as he cums so hard inside me. I’m glad that I satisfied him. We share a divine moment for a a minute while he catches his breath, not as hard as when he was fucking me but still inside me and I can feel him throbbing now. In this moment I feel human again but I’m an addict and it doesn’t take long for the addiction to take hold of me again. As I catch my breath the withdrawal symptoms slowly creep up on me.

I’m weak, I’m weak for Lady H and I’m weak in this strangers arms. I don’t know his name but right now I’d do anything for my prince charming, I want to live in this house with him and be normal. But he’s done with me now, he tosses me on the bed like a broken toy, leaving me breathless on the bed. I can feel my sticky juices smeared between my arse crack. I’m so relaxed he could probably just shove it strait in my butt.

“Oh my god I can’t feel my legs!” He’s just pounded me so hard against the wall and he looks absolutely fine, a little sweaty but lost none of his composure. He goes into the bathroom and comes back with something. It’s her, Lady H and everything I need to feel her power run through my viens. Until now she was my first and only. As abusive as she is I need her, it’s hit up or face the consequences. Besides it’s been so long, the sex took my mind off it but now I feel so sick.

As I hit up all my worries fade to nothing. “So glad we could come to an agreement.” I hear as I drift away with my first love.