A hooker

While David was pounding the daughter-wife's virgin pussy, Gary gazed upon Jackie. She looked bewildered. The highly refined, highly restrained woman felt betrayed by her daughter. She believed Jenny always had her back and losing that support confused her. How could Jenny leave her to go fuck her father? she wondered.

"Get dressed," Gary said as he pondered what to do with this gorgeous woman. Jackie did with much dignity and elegance as if she never pranced around the lobby naked or got fucked in front of strangers. The more clothes she adorned, the more a haughtiness appeared on her face.

Gary considered having think she was a grandmother. He done that a few months ago to a 19-year-old rich bitch who tried to stiff him on the motel bill.

Gary told the young lady that she was 50 years older with a three-pack-a-day habit and a fondness for cheap beer. He added that she had grandchildren, a few kids, and a couple of failed marriages. It was fun to watch her mentally age before his age. She became a little slower and stiffer when she walked to the dress shop to get old lady bras and panties, unflattering leopard and floral print dresses, "comfortable" shoes, baggy stockings, bulky purses, and garish jewelry. She even bought silver hair coloring. He also added that she worked as a maid at the motel a couple times of week so he could watched her age progression. Her young, slim body became flabby quickly from the beer and junk food she ingested daily. She walked slowly with a slight bent to her frame. Her sweet voice degenerated to a gravely growl from the cigarettes. Her hair was styled into a old lady bun, with its greasy strands stretched back. Her eyes were covered with light blue cat-eye glasses that she considered quite stylish. Any and all knowledge of modern devices like cell phones, ipads and computers confused her. Once a week she would fuck some old man she met at whatever bar she visited. Her attitude about life evolved into a depressing bitter viewpoint because her imaginary kids and grandkids never visited which added to her reason for drinking. She was due in tomorrow to clean and get a paycheck. Maybe he would fuck her to see what shape her body had corrupted to. How much had her mind age her body and how she performed sexually as an old lady would be interesting.

But that was tomorrow. Now he had to brainwash Jackie. No the "grandmother" brainwash wouldn't do. A lesbian? No, he done that one too. Ruined a marriage with that one.

"Jackie, you're not married to David anymore. You used to be but he divorced you and married a younger model."

Jackie's eyes flared. "That son of a bitch. I'll ruin him. With my business contacts, I can wipe him out," she snarled.

"What business contacts?" Gary asked.

"I'm an office manager at an accounting firm," she snapped back.

"Jackie, you never went to college. You never worked in an office."

Gary could see the light go out of her eyes. All her business knowledge faded. Her college studies vanished.

"You barely graduated high school."

"I-i th-thought I finished at the top of my class," she whimpered.

"Jackie, you fucked and sucked your teachers just to get a passing grade."

Jackie seemed to lose focus. Her shoulders sagged just a bit. Her face lost its haughtiness.

Jackie, David married you right after high school. Don't you remember?"

Jackie's eyebrows furrowed as her new memories flooded in. She was thrilled that David didn't wait to marry her so she didn't have to go to college like her parents expected her to. In truth, David and Jackie didn't meet until years after college when they met working at the same accounting firm. He moved into regional accounting and she moved into office management.

"Didn't I work with David?"

"No, you met him while you were working at a lingerie shop."

Again, Jackie's memories realigned to what Gary said.

"You even stripped when you were younger. In fact, that how you and Gary met. Not at a lingerie shop. You met him at a strip joint and you were doing a lingerie show on the side."

Jackie's mind was doing somersaults to keep up with Gary's words. This only added to Jackie's mental deterioration and susceptibility to Gary's brainwashing.

"O-okay," she struggled to focus.

"Jackie, you were never really smart. You even have a bit of a stutter," Gary added.

"Y-yes. I-I tried s-so hard in s-school." The newfound stuttered really cracked Jackie's self-worth. She used to be a smooth talker. She forgot that her co-workers said she could "sell ice to Eskimos." Her ability to persuade people with words evaporated. She rationalized that she became a stripper just so that she wouldn't have to talk with people. Gary's conditioning was solidifying in her mind.

"After David dumped you for a younger woman, you returned to stripping. Because of a pre-nup, you got a small settlement from David. But you did okay making money stripping in a few local joints for a few years. You never had to fuck anyone."

That bit of information gave Jackie increased her self-respect. She remembered men drooling over her, and ogling her and trying to get a quick grope. But she was too classy for that.

"That is until you got older. Face it, who wants to see a 40-year-old woman strip."

"I'm not 40. I'm 38."

"Actually, you're 42 years old."

Jackie's self-confidence shook. She tried to remember exactly how old she was, but couldn't. She was an middle-aged, stuttering stripper.

"I-i'm f-f-forty-t-t-two?"

"Yes. You might be a bit older, but you look great for whatever age you are."

Again Jackie's face brightened. She accepted the fact that she was a beautiful, middle-aged stripper with a stutter.

"Th-th-thank you."

"Jackie, your stripping days are over. At your age, your tits still sag. Your ass has grown flabby no matter how much you worked out. You have to admit you've got some wrinkles on your face."

Jackie's face seem to accommodate Gary's comments. Her frown added to the lines at the corners of her mouth. The crow-s feet deepened as she squinted because she felt her eye sight failing. She sensed her breasts, no her tits (she was s tripper after all) and her ass were heavier. At least she didn't have bat-wings under her arms. She raised her left arm.

Gary noticed her quick glance to her arm.

"The skin under your arms look a little droopy. But at your age that's to be expected."

Jackie's expression drooped as she lowered her arms in shame.

"W-what d-d-do I d-d-do n-now?" Jackie asked. Her self-image shattered with that question.

Gary's mindwipe was complete. Now he could create a new persona for Jackie. In fact, it felt like Jackie was begging him to create a personality for her.

"Well, Jackie now you're a hooker."

"W-w-w-w-what?" she said with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, Jackie I'm sorry to say that you're a hooker now. Like I said, you got next to nothing from David from the divorce. When you turned 40, you started to do lap dances. You actually liked getting men hard and feeling their cocks against your flabby ass and saggy tits. In fact, it started to get you horny so you naturally starting sucking a few cocks. That got you even more horny so you starting fucking for money."

"I'm a stripper and a hooker?"

"No, you got too old to strip so they fired you. You did what came next. You became a full-time prostitute."

"n-no,' she whined.

"Yes. Say it you're a 42-year-old prostitute, a hooker, a street walker," Gary commanded.

"I-i-i'm a f-f-f-forty-t-t-t-two year old p-p-p-p-p-p-p-prostit-t-t-tute." "Ps" were especially difficult for her to say. "A-a hooker." "Hs" were easy. "A s-s-s-s-street w-w-walker." "Ws" were as bad as "Ss" to **** out.

Jackie's mind again reconciled her current situation with what she just admitted. She didn't have any real education. She was middle-aged with no experience besides stripping and fucking. She had little money since she lost her job at the strip joint. Her stutter prevented her from getting a minimum wage job as a waitress or sale clerk. Getting married again was a long shot because what man would want an old, fat whore like her.

Gone was the highly refined, highly restrained woman that walked into the lobby a few hours ago. Every trace of pride and snobbishness erased. A slouch replaced her erect posture. Her elbows tight against her sides. Her head hung a little lower. Wrinkles deepened in her face as sadness seeped in. She seemed uncomfortable in the fashionable clothes she wore. Her hair even seemed it lose its glossiness, but that could have been from the fucking she got from Gary. Her newfound low intellect made her lose focus. She blinked with vacant eyes at Gary. She was searching for guidance from the motel clerk, something to give her purpose.

"The good news is you love fucking. Fucking is what you do best now. You adore being a whore. You wonder why you didn't become a hooker before this. In fact, you truly wish you became a prostitute instead of marrying David in the first place."

These words actually cheered Jackie up. She stood a little straighter. She smiled but that only served to increase the laugh lines around her mouth. She shook her hair with a slutty pride. She licked her lips like she was preparing them for a new sexual encounter.

"So, s-s-stud, w-w-what am I-I d-d-d-doing here?"

"Well, my little slut, you're here to fuck someone new. You've been paid $1,000 to seduce and fuck the woman in Room 114."

"I'm not into p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy, you m-m-motherf-f-f-fucker."

"Listen, Jackie. You're a hooker. You get paid for sex. It doesn't matter if a man or a woman. You're paid to fuck. And you like it. You're a cockwhore, yes. You're a cumslut, true. But you're about to become muff diver. It's new to you but a $1,000 bucks is a $1,000 bucks. And you're always up for up for somethingt new and kinky, aren't you?"

"C-c-c-cums-s-slut? C-c-c-c-cockwhore?" Jackie tried out those words in her mouth. Again she reasoned of she had been a hooker for a couple of years, her language would be pretty dirty. She preferred words that didn't maker her stutter like pussy or cunt, but Gary was right, a job is a job. And she was up for trying something new. "A muff d-diver?" This could increase her clientle, she figured.

"R-r-room 1-1-f-f-four?"

"Yes, Jackie. She may be a little shy. She'll probably say she didn't pay for a visit, but she's a paying customer and likes a little role playing. She's pretend to be a good Christian woman who you want to seduce. Got it?"

"G-g-g-got it!" Jackie turned and sashayed her way to Room 114.

As Jackie knocked on the door, the elderly married couple walked into the lobby with a greasy, smelly biker between them.

"I wondered where you two lovebirds were off to?" Gary said as his eyes widened with excitement.