Ask Alyssa for your money back

You look at Alyssa. There's no way you can do this. "I don't want to do this. I want my money back."

Alyssa angrily looks at you. "We have an agreement. You get nothing back. You either stay here, as per our agreement, or you're out on the street with nothing, and I mean nothing. I'll strip you naked myself before throwing you out the door! Now take your clothes off, so we can get a good look at you. If I like what I see, I might even be your first customer."

"But I'm not into girls!" you protest, trying to stall for time.

"Poor, sweet dear Janey," Alyssa coos. "You're going to be into many things you never thought were possible before we're done with you. We're going to train your ass to become the perfect whore. Now off with the clothes!"

Alyssa and the woman have you boxed in up against the counter. There is no escape. And even if you did escape, Alyssa would just chase you down, beat you up, and strip you naked. You have **** but to remove your clothes. It's a hot day out there, so naturally you dressed for the weather. You're only wearing a tee shirt, shorts, panties and a bra, with a pair of sneakers.

You kick the sneakers off first. "Come on," says the woman impatiently. "Get to the good stuff. Stop wasting time!" You pull your tee shirt off over your head, exposing your white lace bra. The woman looks at your cleavage. "Nice cleavage. Get that bra off, and let's see what's under it." You comply as you undo the front clip, and allow the girls to pop out. The woman looks at your breasts, which are nicely sized with puffy aureola and succulent, thick nipples. She caresses them, causing your face to turn red. But the way she caresses them startes to make you tingle inside. You watch as your nipples become hard and erect. "Very nice breasts, very nice nipples. People will love playing with them. They're soft, but firm. That makes them ideal. Now, off with the bottoms." You unbutton and unzip your shorts, shimmying out of them, and stepping out of them, leaving you only in white lace panties. The woman sticks her hand down the front of your panties, and cops a feel of your mound, and what's in between your legs. "You have a nice, soft mound, and a nice, soft labia. You're also wet. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not!" you protest. "How can I enjoy something I'm **** to do?"

Alyssa stares daggers at you. "No one is forcing you to do anything. You agreed to this, and we're enforcing the agreement." She reaches for the sides of your panties, and rips them off of you. Your immediate reaction is to cover up your crotch with both hands, which you do, squeezing your breasts together at the same time.

"Get those hands at your sides!" the woman barks at you. Startled, you jump as you comply by uncovering yourself, and dropping your arms at your sides. She takes a good, long look at your bush. "We're going to give that untamed jungle a trim. I think I'll use some hair remover, and give you a small heart, just above your cunt. That'll look adorable with all that red hair. Okay, now turn around slowly, and let's get a look at that ass of yours."

You slowly turn around, giving Alyssa and the woman a good look at everything. "Perfect heart shape," comments the woman. She cops a feel of your right ass cheek, and pinches it. "It's not too small and it's nice and soft, yet firm. You must work out."

"So, is she acceptable?" asks Alyssa.

The woman gives you an appraising look.