Not enlightening

The first man comes into the seedy room. He's solidly middle-aged, thinning black hair, flat nose, narrow mouth, bit of a paunch in front but defined muscles in his shoulders and arms. And he's already naked, with a condom wrapped around his sizeable cock.

"Nice!" he says appreciatively, looking at my body splayed out on the dirty mattress. "A natural redhead. Above and below." His fingers gather up some of my pubic hairs and tug sharply, forcing tears from my eyes.

"Ow!" I protest.

"Hey, none of that, slut!" he admonishes me. "You know you love it." He grabs the backs of my knees and pulls them up and apart. "Well, I guess I'm on the clock, so..." Without further ado, he pushes through my folds, hard, stretching my little pussy.

"Ugh! Ugh!" I grunt as he jackhammers into me. It's...so difficult to concentrate with all that delicious meat sliding in and out of my hole, but I try. "W-What do you do? For a living?"

"Why...do you ask?" he pants. "Are we...gonna be friends or something?" He thrusts a few more times, in silence, before answering. "I drive buses. For the city."

"Augh! ...Oh." That does not seem like a promising lead. Abandoning any attempts to extract information from this man, I close my eyes and concentrate on achieving climax instead, as compensation. I can feel it, building up deep within me. So close...until the wave passes through and washes me away and--

Suddenly, my pussy is clenching on emptiness and my pending orgasm shattered. I groan in frustration. The man steps away from the mattress. He's already reached his own climax, filling his condom with a sticky load. He pumps himself a couple of times to get the final drops out, then removes the condom and ties it up. Going over to the far wall, he attaches it to a clothesline drooping from the ceiling that I hadn't noticed before.

"There you go, whore!" he says cheerily, coming back and slapping his palm across one of my boobs. "Absolutely loved your tight snatch, but I have to get going. I'm sure another man will be along shortly."

I lay there in a stupor as he walks out, my pussy still spasming. That did not go so well. I was expecting more government officials showing up to fuck me, fewer...bus drivers. This enterprise might be a waste of time. For a brief moment, I wonder if I should get up and leave, look for someone to give me my clothes back.

On the other hand, perhaps the next client will prove more useful. And regardless, my pussy remains decidedly unsatisfied...