Later that week.

The client has you pressed against the wall. Your cheek and tits rubbing against the bricks of the building. You can see Petey, the local homeless man, standing in the alley. He’s tried to get you to throw him a bone, but you know he doesn’t have any money. You’ve told him if he saves up you might give him a discount. But then everyday he just watches you jerking himself off drinking from a paper bag.

The man behind you calls out, “Oh, yea you filthy cock slut, take it take it.”

“Mmmm,” you **** yourself to moan out, encouraging the man to finish.

Then you feel him bottom out, his body pressing against your back, your front side being squashed harder against the bricks. HIs cock twitches as he cums in your pussy. The man taps his phone to your wrist before leaving the alley.

“Amber, you change ya mind? Poor Petey needs lovin’ too,” Petey starts stumbling towards you. His dirty cock still hanging out of his pants.

“Sorry Petey. Parks doesn’t allow freebies. And I’m not paying for you to fuck me,” you pull your clothes back on. And walk away leaving Petey in the alley alone.

You walk around town. Your microskirt showing off your ass, the shirt if you can even call it that is a piece of fabric that wraps around your neck and covers your tits in two strips, it then wraps around your waist. Your back is completely exposed, you aren’t wearing a bra so you don’t have the strap across your back.

You spot a gathering of men outside a building. You approach calling out, “Hey guys, anybody looking for a good time?”

“Oh yea, what’d you have in mind?” one of the guys says as you reach the gathering.

You lay your hand across his chest, “Oh maybe we go over there and you show me what a real man can do.”

“Hey Stan, hold up a second,” one of the other guys calls your potential client away to show him something on his phone.

Stan returns a second later with a big grin on his face. “Says here, you’re a trainer.” Uh oh, he shows you the VS Seeker app on his phone, it registered your phone as being in the area. “So I think I’ll take a battle, whore.” Shit! You had carried your team on you the first couple days, but you found that when you’re dressed like a whore men seem to treat you like one rather than a trainer, so you left your big bag and pokeballs back in your room today.

“I-I-I,” your confidence wanes as you lose the power in the situation. “I don’t have my team with me.”

The men surround you, “So you’re saying you’re whited out?”

You gulp. The men’s hands roaming over your scantily clad body. You feel the fabric holding your shirt around your neck rip. Your panties are long gone and your skirt wasn’t covering anything anyways. You’re **** to your knees and nearly a dozen dicks float around your head. The men grab your head pulling you towards their member, forcing one cock into your mouth before you are pulled to another cock.

You feel a man kneeling behind you, one hand on your hips the other lining his cock up with your pussy. Your hands are pulled towards a couple other cocks, and you start stroking the waiting men. The man behind you fills your womb with his load. When he leaves another man steps up to take his place. You feel his cock pressing against your asshole, you hear him spit feeling the saliva run down your crack stopping where his cock is pressed against you.

You want to stop him but the men in front of you won’t let your mouth leave their cocks. You cry out as the man behind you slips into you. The vibrations must have sent the man in your mouth over the edge as he fires his hot load into your mouth. You swallow the load and get a brief moment without a cock in your mouth.

The rest of the guys play musical chairs with your orifices. Until they all eventually cum on or in you. Your face dripping with cum, your vagina and ass leaking several loads down your legs. Your stomach feels full and you can’t find your panties. Your shirt is ripped so you try your best to tie it behind your neck. When you see your phone you see a message from Parks, “My office, NOW!”

This is bad. You slowly make your way back to the WhoreHouse. Your mind racing trying to come up with an excuse to tell Parks. You could always tell the truth. Or you could claim **** but he’d probably find the guys and get the real story. Maybe a malfunction with the tracker?