Emma Watson (prostitution)

Emma looked at the reflection of herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe what was happening, it must have been a really bad joke. She was wearing heavy red makeup, cheap one, and she had a tattoo "Whore" above her left eyebrow, "BC" under her left eye and a heart shaped tattoo on her chest. Her red dress looked like one of the late nineteenth century, and the bedroom had the same look.

"Hey, slut, it's time to go to work!" A male voice shouted from the other side of the door.

Work?? He couldn't mean... She had to go away. She looked around and spotted a window, but before she could reach it, a man entered the room.

"Tramp! When I call, you answer me!" The man said, rushing to her.

"I... uh..." She tried to say, but he grabbed her by the hair and led her outside. In the corridor, other women were there, wearing the same tattoos and heavy colorful makeup. Some even had their makeup ruined with traces of cum and saliva. Emma was horrified, while led by the hair, outside the building next to other girls.

The sky was cloudy and the streets busy with people passing by on foot or with strange steam cars. She looked back at the pimp, who was getting back inside and wondered if she shouldn't try to run.

"Hey, whore! I love your lips." A deep voice said, next to her.

A big muscular man was in front of her, he gave her few coins and pushed her head down. His cock was already free and hard, it was massive. No way she would take it in her mouth. But she didn't have much of a choice as he **** its way between her lips, already smudging her lipstick.

Despite her disgust, it came to her naturally to lick and suck her john's cock. It was like she was used to doing so, like a true little whore.

She was **** on the huge cock in the middle of the street, she was disgusted and horrified. But worse than that, the longer it lasted, the more she was getting used to it. Like it was actually her job. Sure, she knew who she was, an international celebrity, and doing this was disgusting and humiliating, and yet, pleasing men for money, sexually, was becoming... part of her life.

Finally, she felt the cock pulse and tasted the salty liquid filling her mouth, while the john grunted in pleasure. He pulled out and Emma swallowed the fowl cum. She couldn't spit in front of a client. Sucking cock was really the worst, the smell of their sweaty dick, and the taste of their semen that lasted in her mouth four hours...

The man left and Emma got back a little bit to her senses. She wasn't a whore, she never sucked a stranger's cock! How could she know all of that? She needed to run away, but she wasn't sure if she could trust the other girls if she did. Another john seemed to have noticed her anyway, she had quite the attention, maybe that was why the girls looked at her with jealousy.

"Good mornin' miss, I luv' how ya make'p is all ove' da place on ya p'etty face!" he said with a thick accent from somewhere she couldn't place.

The man was dirty, probably working in a coal factory or something, he gave her a few chillings and led her to a back alley. There, he made her sit on a trash bin and pulled down her lace underwear, before lifting her dress. Her pussy was trimmed, and had a silver ring through her clit, something she never had. Spreading her legs, he spat on her pussy and plunged his cock in her pussy without any attempt in foreplay.

The piercing gave her better sensation than she expected and made the sex feels better than it should. She felt compelled at first to fake moaning, but, after a moment, it was genuine. Emma even started to think that vaginal sex was the best, maybe as good as anal, before realizing that she never did anal and sure didn't want to try... or maybe... her mind was a mess, she had so many confused thoughts, but all of them were blurred in the pleasure of having a cock ramming her pussy. Too bad she could feel that he was close, she was not going to have an orgasm with this one.

Feeling cum filling her pussy made her realize that she forgot to make him wear a condom. Stupid girl. That's why she was not working a better job, too much of a airhead... Wait, no! That wasn't true! She was smart and wise, she made conventions. She really needed to run away. And as the man pulled up his pants, leaving, she spotted an opportunity.

"Wait, can you follow me on the other side of the alley? I need to buy some... stuffs."

"Ya, sure!"

She led him on the other side and luckily, there wasn't any whores there. The other girls didn't see her john leave the alley, so it gave her a few minutes ahead. Leaving him at the exit of the alley, she gave him a peck on the cheek and walked in the street in a fast pace. The cum of her client running down her legs reminded her that she didn't take the time to take back her undies. She didn't have much time, and she wasn't discreet with her smeared makeup and tattoos.

Spotting a hat shop, Emma spent the little money she had on a hat with a veil to hide her face. Not sure where to go, she followed the movement of the people in the street and ended up a tech fair. As much as what you call tech in this world. It was steam machines, pipe and geared tool, everything you could find from a steampunk world.

Then, the voice of a man stopped her aimless walk.

"My research proves that there are worlds outside this world, multiple layer of worlds..."

"You mean you have found heaven and hell? These are dangerous researches young man!"

"No! These are not that kind... please! Come back!"

The small crowd that came to listen to him, left. Leaving him alone in its stand.

"I believe in your research." Emma told him as she reached him.

He looked at her, confused.

"I'm sorry, miss... I... uh... I'm Valency."

"I am Emma." She said, raising her hand to shake his.