... What?!

The "trash" is a metaphor, right? Right?...

“We both know what you need this pantyhose for. But today you have a unique chance to do the same, but with a real girl. For an extra cost, of course”

She means you?!

The looks that the boy gives you are now aching on your skin.

“Sir, by your facial expression I see you don’t get it straight. No, you can’t fuck this girl”.

Phew. Not that you don’t like handsome young boys, but that would be too much for this day.

As for the boy, he looks obviously disappointed. And you can’t blame him.

“You should treat this doll the same as you treat those pantyhose you buy. You can cum on her, that’s all”

Linda obviously gets the boy’s attention back… as she gets yours too.

“So the rule is the same as for the girls that were here before - no hands! Or other parts of your body. Other than that - she is yours”.

She is selling you! Or renting you out, to be correct…

“And to encourage your imagination… the girls I told you about, they were here, like, ten minutes ago. And they were slapping this whore with pantyhose. Because she loves that”.

Linda sure knows how to sell.

But to be honest, her merchandise sells itself. A pretty whore all-pantyhosed, bound and wet… who would neglect it?

Surely you won’t refuse yourself too, if you were in that boy’s place.

“Yeah, I’ll take her”.

“Good choice”.

Wait… and that’s all? Your Owner just rented your body out for a complete stranger?

That’s your first time. And you secretly awaited, maybe, fanfares and shit.

But no, it happened prosily. A whore sold - a whore fucked.

Nothing poetic, just business.

“Whore, stop mumbling! - that’s Linda -