And then they...

Linda saw the young man crying and somehow felt the pulling on heartstrings. Well that, and he was starting to make a scene. She stepped down control a bit and let Tracy take over. "Tim... come on, we're back to my place. My parents are gone for the weekend. I can explain somethings"

With that flimsy excuse, Tim stops crying and looks up to Tracy's eyes. It truly was her in control. Yes, she had tattoos and piercings and those talons. But it was still her. His girlfriend. His love. Of course, he'd follow her home. And of course, they fucked. Tim had loved it. He loved it so hard that he came within a few minutes and passed out. Linda rolled him off her, and split from Tracy's body. Tracy looks like she feels disgusted. Linda leans back against Tracy's dresser. "Aw girl, what's wrong? You lost your v-card. To your boyfriend. Yeah the sex was short but..." "Shouldn't my virginity feel..." "Feel what? Ripping yourself off? You could have sold that shit for thousan-" "No, I should feel something. I don't feel anything. That's why I feel so..." "Fucked up? The media pretty much lied to you about it. It's just sex." "It's just so disappointing though...." "Ah Tracy, that's often many cherry poppings."

Linda sauntered over to where Tim's pants lay. She fished out his wallet and found a nice $500. She threw the wad to a spent and orgasmed out Tracy. "Girl, how do you feel besides?" Tracy shakes off the orgasm and replies, "Dirty. Used. Torn. Gross." "Ah little one, that's normal. That's how I felt the first time..." Linda trailed off, almost luxuriating in the memories. "I... can't take this money." Tracy mumbles out. "Listen girl, you're a hooker now," Linda points out. She's looking right at the tattoos and nails. "No I'm not," Tracy almost shouts. "Look, regardless of how you feel, you took cock in exchange for money. You took anal from a complete stranger. I heard your moaning thoughts. Girl you were louder than me. Just admit it, you're a hooker"

"I'm not..." "Repeat it after me, sexy thang. I." "I." "Am." "Ah..." "Am" "Am" "A" "A" "Hooker." Tracy sighs, knowing Linda is right. "Hooker" Linda smiles and says, "Combine it. I am a hooker" Tracy looks away from Tim. She looks away from Linda. The shame is knocking at her gates. "I am a hooker," Tracy says. And with that, the shame becomes arousal. Linda's grin spreads wider and she approaches Tracy, collar in hand.