Absolutely!

Tanith, the demoness in charge begins your training. You put on a white dress and learn an expression of innocence. Your reward for a lesson learned is her tongue in your sex.

Two nights later you feel comfortable in the lobby. Unlike the other girls, you show no interest in the customers. Still, they seem drawn to you. You get picked almost immediately.

With each new John you perfect your cute, pure, girl next door act. You have two goals. The first is to get them really fucking aroused so the sex is great. The second is to part them from their money as quickly as possible so you can remain top girl.

After the first month, staying top girl, feeling Tanith’s tongue, becomes your obsession. Each session with her is pure bliss and each session makes you better at your job.

As your second month comes to a close Tanith prepares to announce the top girl. Her latex shines in the light. You try not to show your nervousness.

“This month’s top girl was close. However, the winner is Maya.”

The crowd of girls looks at you with envy. You give them your ‘who me’ expression.

Tanith struts toward you.

“Most impressive, Maya, you are truly becoming a perfect whore.”

You give her your patented pout.

Tanith laughs. “Come.”

She pulls you into a kiss for the others to see.

“Learn from her girls.”

She takes your hand and leads you back to the opulent bedroom you’ve shared for two months. She pushes you onto the bed. Her tongue feels even better knowing you’ve earned it.

Soon you get into a routine. You take several customers a night sometimes more. You become obsessed with staying top girl. Every month you worry about losing and every month you end up back with Tanith.

One late summer night you are putting on your usual act. A woman chooses you. She looks vaguely familiar. You don’t care, she paid so you’re her’s, at least for the hour. You lead her back to a room and kiss her.

As the kiss continues you feel a glassy orb enter your mouth. You crush it with your tongue.

You pull away and look more closely at her.

“Taylor?”

“In the flesh. I saved your soul. Took me forever to find you.”

As a weird feeling permeates your body, you feel the weight of guilt of self loathing. The first thing you think is the next time you sell your soul, you’ll get more for it. That thought only intensifies the guilt.

“So, I know you’re probably feeling like crap, but we should go.”

You don’t know what to say. You manage to mutter. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She pulls you by your hand. To the lobby. Tanith is there. You want to feel her tongue again. Heck you’d gladly give up your soul to her.

Taylor tugs at you. “C’mon. It isn’t really what you want.”

She pulls you outside. You realize you haven’t been outside in months.

“Get in.”

You hop into an older luxury car.

“Why? Why did you save me?”

“Maya, you’re my best friend. You’d have done the same for me.”

That might have been true once. Now you can’t help but think for the right price you’d betray her in a heartbeat.

“Thanks, Taylor. Where are we headed?”