Attempt the First

Mrs. Padgett felt a small amount of gratitude towards young James "Jimmy" Remington. So she took out her phone and recorded Lara getting throatfucked on her foot. Lara's eyes were full of tears, all trace of false-defiance long melted away from hours of being buried in the older woman's arse.

She issued him the challenge of beating her. Making Lara love him more than her. Whoever won kept her and got all the **** material the other owned.

If Jimmy could be honest with himself he would admit two things;

• The look of submission in Lara's eyes was far above what he had achieved and he had had much more time with the British Noble Cunt.
• Mrs. Petunia Padgett knew he couldn't win, she was just wanting someone to **** Lara while she was busy.

Instead, he was waiting for Lara when she finally exited the St. Andrews' Homeless Shelter, clad in nothing but a black rubbish bag. He pushed her into the car and took her to a hotel he knew that didn't ask questions. The man at the desk didn't even blink at the sight of Lara, didn't even recognise her.

He pushed her to the bed and fucked her. Despite how roughly she'd been fucked all day, she still had a tight cunt. He tried slapping her, but he knew she'd been hit harder by others. When he finished on her face, he sent her into the bathroom with a bag of clothes and make-up. They were going somewhere special.

Lara scrubbed herself clean and applied balms and salves to reduce her bruises before looking over her "outfit".

"You may want to render yourself as unrecognizable as possible. I'm sure you don't want the world to know what kind of cheap slut you are." Jimmy's voice sounded through the paper thin wall and door that separated them.

Lara heeded the geek's advice, and put a thick layer of make-up on to make her aristocratic features look fake, plastic, and whorish. Piled on some more blush and eyeshadow, as well as an extra coat of the scarlet red lipstick. She looked like she was too cheap to be a Pornstar, like she belonged in the Red Light District rather than London's finest neighbourhoods. Finally she did her long brown hair in twin pigtails. She looked into the hotel mirror. A dumb, needy, whore.

Next the outfit; large, garish, pink plastic hoop earrings shaped like hearts, bright pink fishnet bodystocking that covered nothing, a cropped black leather jacket that was only worn to stop her nipples being seen and barely went down past her massive juggs, a miniscule black microskirt that covered maybe a quarter of her arse and made clear she wasn't wearing panties, and strappy black eight inch heels. There was also a large pair of pink-rimmed sunglasses to further mask her face. Wearing them late in the evening and soon night, she'd be reliant on Jimmy to take her anywhere.

"So," she asked Jimmy, re-entering the room, a heavy dripping of arousal in her voice "Where are you taking me?"

"The Yawning Donkey"

"A strip club".

Lara's heart was beating faster as they got closer to the front of the queue. During the drive into Soho, she was told to finger herself with the thought of anonymously stripping for the public. Her body was so sensitive, Mrs. Padgett refusing to let her cum, not like a whore like me has earned it.

Five more of Jimmy's geek friendss waited for them at the parking lot, two of them taking her by the arm to lead her into the queue. They snickered and gawked at Lara's heavy makeup and skimpy clothes. The upper half of her face covered by sunglasses, like a mask, she kissed at them, causing even more sneers and whispering. She recognized them all from the messy gangbang they had given her earlier. Among them was the fat one with the humonguous cock, the tall one who had slapped her tits around so hard and the one with the long hair who had smacked her in her face with his saliva covered erection. For some reason she felt like she owed them something for guiding her to Mrs. Padgett.

She would have to admit, she felt incredibly horny at the prospect of entering a sleazy strip club along with a group of sexually frustrated young men who'd all helped **** and humiliate her. The fresh air felt naughty against her exposed pussy, and she felt a powerful urge to drop down on the street to let them spit into her open maw while she fingered herself.

Finally reaching the door, the Bouncer eyed them all suspiciously.