Chris gets found by a pimp

Chris kept leaning against the wall motionless until his legs got tired, then he slumped down until he was just kneeling there, his face against the brick wall, his skirt still hiked up to display his ass and the cum still dripping out of it.

An hour later, he was still there, motionless when someone came up behind him.

"Hey bitch. Whatchoo think you're doing here?"

Chris neither moved nor responded.

He was cuffed brutally on the side of the head, and fell sideways into the dumpster, turned around so that he was now facing his attacker. He was a man no taller than Chris's short frame, but decked out in a flashy maroon suit with a matching hat and a gold tie and pocket square.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, bitch? This here is Paco's turf. Anybody working these alleys has to answer to me."

Chris snapped out of his stupor, which was replaced by panic and fear for his life. "What? But I wasn't...."

"Don't lie to me, you stupid bitch. You think Paco was born yesterday?"

"But no, really...."

Paco hit him again, slamming his head into the hard metal dumpster, the sound reverberating up and down the alley. "I don't wanna hear another word out of you, bitch. If I do, they'll be the last words you ever say."

Paco grabbed Chris's arm and yanked him upright. He dragged Chris out to his Cadillac, Chris stumbling to keep up in the awkward high heels. Paco threw down some newspaper on the passenger seat. "Can't have bitches be leaking cum all over the upholstery."

Paco threw Chris inside and slammed the door. "Don't even think of trying to run, or you will be one dead bitch."

Chris sat there too paralyzed to move while Paco walked around to the driver's side of the car and climbed in. He drove off and headed just a few blocks, before parking on the street again. Chris knew the club wasn't in the best part of town, but even just a few blocks away, things here were immeasurably worse.

All the streetlights were broken, so he couldn't see very well, but even just from the headlights, he could see the block was full of run-down and abandoned buildings, and the car parked right in front of Paco's looked like it had been completely burned out and jest left there. In Chris's sheltered existence, he had never seen anything remotely like this.

Paco yanked Chris out of the car and dragged him back to the trunk. Chris was scared for his life, afraid he was going to be killed and thrown in. Instead, Paco threw him up on the trunk and spread his legs. Paco was more observant than Steve, however.

"Well look here. I think I've got myself quite a find here. Your kind of girl is muy popular with the right kind of client."

"Well, time to try out the merchandise." With that, Paco brutally thrust inside Chris's still-sore ass, right out in the middle of the street. Chris cried out. "Yeah, you like that, bitch, huh? All the girls like what Paco gives them."

Chris kept screaming and even squealing as Paco kept ramming him harder and harder. Finally, with a vicious thrust that slammed Chris into the car so hard that he was afraid that some of his internal organs were bruised, Paco shot off a load into him.

"You've got a nice, tight little ass, bitch. You're going to make Paco some goooood money."