Walking the streets.

Your head is still foggy, and every inch of your body is achy and sore. Despite that, or maybe because of it, you still find yourself waking up horny and hoping to be filled. The thought of you total failure and what you've just done makes you blush and cringe in humiliation, but it also makes you wonder when you'll get to do it again...

"I know that look. Like a crack head waking up already fiending for their next hit on the glass dick. Well, don't worry, whore, you'll get your fix soon enough. I've set your work uniform out on your bed. You have an hour to get cleaned up, shaved and changed. Whatever you've managed to put on in that time is all you'll be wearing, but I don't care if you go out cum caked and naked."

You can tell there is no room for argument, and so you rush up to your bathroom. Once in the shower you notice two realistic dildos attached on the stall walls. You know you need to hurry, but one quick spurt to take the edge off can't hurt. You soap up the lower one and slide it in your ass. You coo contentedly but curse yourself inwardly for how relieved you feel to be filled again. Your hands caress your traitorous trembling flesh, cleaning yourself as you frantically fuck yourself. You see the other dildo is now at the perfect height for you to suck it. You bite your lower lip and close your eyes...blushing you imagine your bully brother joining your Daddy and fucking you at both ends. The shameful image is enough to send you spasming and squirting on the shower floor.

You reluctantly pull yourself off the rubber pricks and begin shaving what little body hair you have. You already regret acting so slutty, especially since you were all alone with no one forcing you, but you try to focus on getting ready for work. You worry what kind of demeaning dead end job your Daddy has in mind. Hopefully not fast food...

You see your "uniform" and feel a lump in your throat. Fishnet stockings...a pink, tattered tutu..a shiny red pleather bra..a day glo green mesh tank top that looks like it might cover the bottom third of your "breasts" and will definitely shoe off your smooth stomach...thigh high black pleather "hooker" boots...some bright cherry red lipstick...and a tube of lube...

You start getting dressed as quickly as you can, not wanting to miss a single article since it will only leave you that much more exposed. You look like a cheap street walker, the tops of yyour puffy nipples clear through your top and your skirt barely covering the top of your ass. You look like a slutty sissy whore, at best if they don't notice your limp little clit they will think you are jailbait instead of a barely legal Bitch...and you realize with dread that is exactly what your Daddy intends you to be. You think of arguments, persuasive pleas for forgiveness, even running away. But if this is your Daddy's idea of you learning your lesson, imagine how much worse the next worst punishment would be?

You are "completely" dressed and generously lubed before you realize with dread you don't have panties in this uniform. When your Daddy calls up, "I hope my little whore is ready to start paying me back for being a stubborn sissy." you realize that it probably wasn't an oversight. You hurry downstairs, not wanting to make Daddy any angrier than he already is. You allow yourself a small sliver of hope that if you do a good "job" tonight, then he will forgive you.

"You look like a cheap whore looking for a cock fix...good. Now get in the car, it's almost rush hour and you don't want to miss the way home from work crowd." You nod obediently, shaking and blushing at the thought of being seen like this. You keep your head to the ground and walk straight to the car. Your Daddy takes his time, suddenly no longer in a hurry. After what seems like a lifetime, he opens your passenger door and lets you slink in. He get's in the driver's side and begins your "orientation".

"You owe me 1000 dollars tonight and aren't coming home until you get it. I don't care who you have to suck, stroke, fuck, or what filthy fantasies you have to fulfill. Don't come home without my money. Maybe that will teach you a lesson about being so stubborn. Now we have a bit of a drive until I drop you off downtown, suck my cock until we get there."

Strange as it sounds, it's actually a relief to unzip his massive member and take it back in your drooling mouth. Not just because you've already acquired a taste and thirst for it way stronger than scotch, but because it allows you to focus on something other than your fearsome fate.

You put your heart into it, hating yourself for how easy it comes to you, but willing to do anything to get back on Daddy's good side. You wrap your plump lips around his cockhead, lapping up his precious pearls of precum as you swirl your tongue around it in slow circles, sucking him hard and swelling as you do. You waste no time in forcing him down your throat, gagging and glugging as you try to fit him all the way down. Crying and drooling, not daring to quit trying, knowing your Daddy...and soon your customers, expect you to lap at their balls while their cock fills your throat. You can almost reach...suddenly you feel a sharp, searing pain as your Daddy painfully pulls you off his cock by your hair.

"We're here. Get out. And word of advice, you better start learning how to deep throat better than that and learn it fast. Your customers won't be as gentle as I am." You nod, drying the tears in your eyes and wiping off the drool, wishing you could have just a few more minutes to finish Daddy off. But you know better than to argue. You get out of the car and watch Daddy speed away.

You look around you...a poorly lit street corner with shady character's loitering in the dark and soiled bums lying in doorsteps. You keep an eye out for cars that hopefully have customers. The sooner you earn your Daddy's money, the sooner you can get home...somehow.

After what seems like forever, a car slows and pulls to a stop in front of you. It is vaguely familiar. You are shocked when the window rolls down and you realize why...