The scientist and the whore

Emma listened to the man called Valency talk about dimensions sheets and energy of superpositions. Sometimes it sounded like madness, others, it reminded her about quantum physics. She didn't know much about quantum states, but energy superposition sounded close.

"... that's why I need financing." He finished.

Still the only one listening to him, he looked at her with a sad smile.

"I guess, you don't have some money to spare..." He told her.

"No... but I want to help."

It was the closest chance Emma had to get back to her world, so she couldn't let it go.

"Do you... have knowledges in science?"

She had some basics, so, she hoped that it would be enough. "Yes, I know one or two things."

"I can't pay you, you know. I'm not even sure that I can continue without financing."

An idea popped in Emma's head, she hated it, but it felt so natural to do it, and it was a good way to get money.

"I... I can help you with that too..."

Raising his eyebrows, surprised, he asked "How so?"

"I have some talents..."

Later, Emma grabbed a few rich looking men and led them behind the stall. She then spread her legs for their pleasure, getting their cock rammed in her pussy again and again, not even being able to reach climax herself. It felt weird not getting paid for it, but she offered more if they financed Valency's work. It didn't work every time, but worked enough to be afloat.

Closing the stall, he asked the question. "You're a whore, are you? That's why you hide your face."

"... kinda... it's complicated."

"They kidnapped you?"

"I don't know about that, but all I'll say for now is that it's linked to your research."

He looked doubtful, but still let her come to his place, an old brewery, where various machineries were ticking and grinding. Emma did her best to help him work on his research, either with ideas that came from her basic knowledge in physics, or by making sure the money continued to come in.

But the more she was having sex, with his donators, the hard it was for her to see herself as a smart and strong-willed actress. After all, she had less and less issues with spreading her legs for money or basically looking like a whore. She even put on her heavy makeup, even when she was just with him.

Valency was not comfortable with her acting more and more like a cheap whore, but his research were moving fast with the money and soon, he was sure he would be able to prove his theory.

Then, one day, someone came knocking on the door.

"Hey, fucker! I heard that you, little shit, were having good use of one of my whore! You have a ton of interest to pay!"

"Shit! That's Bernard! My pimp!" Emma recognized.

"The machine is almost ready! If you want to go back to your world, we don't have time to test it!"

Taking a moment to remember that she was not from this world, Emma then told him. "But what about you??"

"You gone, he has no proof!"

"Oh! Yeah! Smart! I would love to thank you with a blowie, but I guess we have no time."

"Don't worry, it's me who should thank you!"

Getting into the machine, Valency started the engine, not long before Bernard came in. But in a flash, Emma was gone and the pimp only found Valency in the building.