Go for a 2-for-1 deal

All thoughts about your plight fade away as the blood to your brain gets diverted to your cock. You start to imagine all the things you could do with Luna and Tabby, and it is like a switch has been thrown in your brain. All the energy that had previously been devoted to trying to figure out how to safely get to Dr. Burbank’s house is now focused like a laser beam on how you are going to get into the two hookers’ pants.

“That ‘2 for the price of 1’ deal sounds awfully tempting,” you say. “Why don’t you show me a bit of the goods, ladies?”

If anyone had asked you about hooking up with prostitutes just a day ago, you would have scowled with revulsion. The very suggestion would have brought up images of sexually-transmitted diseases, seedy neighborhoods, and pimps — not to mention the very real possibility of winding up in jail. At the moment, however, the only thing that crosses your mind is your need to drain your balls. You couldn’t have wished for anyone more desirable than Luna and Tabby as they seem right now.

“Do you live around here, Big Boy?” asks Tabby, giving your crotch a squeeze.

That question should have brought you to your senses. Not only do you not live anywhere around here, but you don’t even know where TC resides. The fact that you are occupying a stranger’s body is why you are in this situation in the first place. It briefly flashes through your mind that it was your complete lack of any money that you ended up trading sex for fuel back at the gas station. Now you are preparing to hook up with two women who, despite their offer of a discount, will certainly expect to be paid for their services.

The thought flashes through your brain, and you stop and furrow your brow. A bit of the old Jeremy attempts to regain some control and get you refocused on your dilemma. A persistent squeeze of Tabby’s hand on your cock instantly drowns out the voice of reason and sanity. You dismiss your concerns and refocus on the ladies.

“I asked if you live around here,” says Tabby. “If not, we have a place not far from here.” She points toward a seedy-looking motel about a block away. “It will cost you extra for the room, but we have a deal with the manager, and he’ll let you rent by the hour.” She leans toward you, rubbing her body seductively against yours. “I’m guessing you’re good for at least two or three hours, aren’t you?”

You grin and begin walking toward the motel, with Tabby on one side and Luna on the other and one arm around each.

Now that they have enticed you to try them out, the ladies aren’t much for conversation. That’s just as well, because you are too preoccupied imagining what the next couple of hours will be like. In your mind, the three of you are already naked, sprawled on the cheap mattress of the motel room, trying every sex position imaginable. You can see yourself fucking one of them doggy style while the other kneels behind you, kissing your balls and rimming your ass with her tongue. You imagine switching back and forth between them, not only switching between the hookers, but trying out each of their holes. As an indication of just how obsessed you have become, you don’t even think about how many cocks they may have serviced already today and the types of diseases they may be carrying. Instead, you are imagining the savory taste of their wet, willing cunts as you drive them crazy with your tongue.

Your lust-filled imagination only intensifies the state of your erection. By the time you get to the motel, you are walking with a noticeable limp. The motel is definitely not a 5-star establishment. Instead of a lobby, there is a window at the front with bars. The manager slides the window open. He clearly knows the prostitutes and does not seem at all scandalized at the prospect of his motel being used for their business.

Without waiting to be addressed, he says, “$50 for one hour. $10 deposit on the sheets.”

You are surprised at the rate. “Fifty dollars for an hour! At this dump?” you protest.

The manager shrugs. “So it ain’t the Four Seasons. I don’t think you’re here for the complementary breakfast donuts. Besides… between Tabs and Luna, here, you won’t even notice whether the room has carpet. Trust me… you’re in for a treat.”

You are about to raise another objection when Luna brings her hand down between your legs and rubs your erection through your jeans. “He’s not exaggerating, Big Boy. We’re going to rock your world.”

That is all the persuasion you need. You reach to your back pocket for your wallet, when you suddenly remember your financial situation. The bravado and self-confidence you have been experiencing abruptly leaves. “Um… I’m actually a little short of cash at the moment,” you say.

The change in demeanor of the two hookers and the hotel manager is instantaneous. The girls drop their seductive caressing and take a step back from you, glowering with unsuppressed irritation. The manager looks downright hateful.

“A little short of cash?” he says, with a raised voice. “What the FUCK does that mean? Just how ‘short of cash’ are you?”

Your eyes dart between your three companions, and you gulp nervously before saying, “Actually, I’m completely broke. I’m sorry… I totally forgot.”

“Oh fuck this!” says Luna, spitting at your feet. “Another real loser! We said ‘2 for the price of 1,’ not 2 for the price of nothing!” She turns on the spot and stomps back in the direction from which you came, cursing all the way.

“You’re broke?” says the manager, slamming his hand down on the counter. He gets up from his chair and emerges from the door by the window. He looks furious. His anger seems equally reserved for Tabby. He glares at her and says, “How many times have I told you to get paid up front? I swear you are the dumbest bitch I’ve ever had working for me! And who said you can give ‘2 for 1’ deals to any of these Johns anyway? Do I look like Santa Fuckin’ Claus?”

You look at Tabby and see the look of fear in her eyes. It never really dawned on you that the motel manager might be her pimp or that she was hooking for any reason other than the fun of it.

The manager/pimp raises a fist in your face and says, “You’ve got exactly 2 seconds before I give you a ‘2 for the price of 1’ deal. In other words, I’ll rip your two pathetic little balls off and shove them up your one ass!”

You feel your brain go into fight or flight mode, and you start to panic. Your eyes dart back and forth between the pimp and Tabby. You try to run, but your feet seem glued to the ground.