She gets ready for another day at the club, but runs into a horny little accident

“Wake up, hey wake up!”

Layla regains her consciousness by a violent stomp into her abdomen. She is already lying on the ground, her wrists still sting from the ligature marks from the ropes. She slowly stands up on her feet, and numbly walks into the bathroom to take a shower, which is the only few minutes in her daily life when she is not **** or eyeballed by men.

Her moment is quickly interrupted by her father bursting into the bathroom door, “you will walk to the club today by yourself, car’s in the auto shop.”

Layla just bathes silently, picking her leaking vagina.

“Did you hear me?” He slapped Layla’s face, forcing her to collapse, “useless whore... not an ounce of respect.” He exits the bathroom and slams the door shut.

Layla puts on his skirt and her tank top, and an extra overcoat and a pair of sunglasses. She needs to walk to the club today, and she would probably be “invited” to one of his dad’s friends’ houses if she gets recognized.

“Uuunnh...ohhh...” Layla squats near a bench in the streets and starts moaning. Her **** withdrawal is setting in and her bones feel like they are being shattered from the inside. She tries to use every little strength she’s got left to keep walking but she only slumped on her legs. Now her overcoat is barely hanging onto her shoulders and her black lingerie and high heels are all exposed to the pedestrians strolling behind her. Layla trembles intensely, and a pool of liquid starts manifesting between her legs.

The first one to spot her obscene performance is a group of hobos around the corner. They slowly gather around the leaking cow as they remove her overcoat completely, exposing her sweat-soaked tank top and miniskirt.

“Check it boys, she ain’t even wearing any panties!” The hobos starts laughing as one of them starts dragging her into the alleyway.

Layla, slowly coming clear to her senses, pleads to the hobos desperately to let go of her, “please...I’m going to be late...Let me go, I promise I’ll come back later!” She begs as he sobs but her words fall on deaf years. The next minute she is brought to some hobo camp on a piece of filthy cardboard, with more grinning men who haven’t showered for months congregating around her meat.

The last time she was late for her duty at the club, she was beaten and fucked for days until only a thread of breath remained within her body, and she was denied her payment, which resulted in another flogging session by her greasy father. Judging by her circumstances now, she probably would have to skip work for the day, as the first filthy cock is **** down her throat, squeezing drops of her tears out of her eye socket.

“Oooooh, man, this bitch is tight!” A man is already massaging his stinky meat stick down Layla’s throat, the stench of the man’s balls alone makes Layla pass out. But the voices around her and the arms squeezing every part of her silky skin made the men unaware of her unconsciousness. The next few hours they just ruthlessly showers their dicks in the girl’s body, a few even came between her arms. Layla woke up once during the ****, but immediately passed out again not from the stench, but from the horrifying sight of countless sleazy stragglers turning turns ravaging her holes.

“What......where am I?” Layla woke up to a oily old man thrusting his dick. Layla can’t feel him at all. She even giggles for a bit, confused if she’s numb form the fucking or if his dick is just too small. The giggles scare the old man away, as Layla finally realizes that she is finally left alone, but it’s already dark outside. She tries getting up but every muscle in her body is resistant to any movement. She lets out a sob, and then near-maniacal laughter of despair, and falls asleep again. She looked like a public cum dumpster that not even a dog would breed by the time the last hobo was done with her. No one else cared to fuck her that night.

Layla stumbles through the alleyways, every man around her eyeballs her as usual but none wants to **** her: the stench her body is emitting is scaring them away. Her lingerie are torn and soaked in piss and her high heels are missing. But she still mindlessly walk towards the Willing Dolls club for the high that her body and mind desperately need.