She does.

"I think I know the perfect job for you now." Ms. K answers. "You can be my reward for loyalty...and earn money for me as a streetwalker..."

With that, Ms. K takes you inside, cleans you up, and picks out a skanky outfit for you to wear. Fancy red high heels, cherry red lipstick, sexy eyeshadow, leopard print panties and push-up bra, figure-hugging red dress that your massive boobs are almost falling out of (your cleavage is like a canyon!), and bright red fingernail polish.

"Yeah, now you're a dick-sucking hooker! Isn't that right, you busty slut?" Ms. K laughs as she admires her handiwork.

"Yeah, right." You admit quietly as you gaze at yourself in the mirror. You can imagine yourself stroking a big black cock in your red nailed hands, inhaling it with your red lips, your coif of blonde hair bobbing up and down, your giant tits wrapping around that huge African meat pole...

"Carl is coming around in about ten minutes, slut. He's done some good work, so he can penetrate your pussy as thanks, After you're done fucking him, we can set you up working a corner tomorrow. Black Men with big dicks will drive their cars up to you, you'll get in, give them juicy road head, get paid, and deliver their payments to me. Understand?"