Just another day in the life of a whore.

You wake up with Cora’s arm draped over you. The light shining in through the window hitting her breasts causes them to glow. You’re tempted to stay in bed and have a sexy morning with her, but you have some errands to get to today. You and Cora fucked each other most nights, and some mornings. Turns out Parks either doesn’t care or it’s a loophole in the system, but having sex with any of the other girls doesn’t result in a charge. Cora thinks the system is made that way so we can have threesomes with clients. You crawl out of bed, leaving Cora sprawled across the bed, drooling into her pillow.

You lower your head, forcing the cock deeper into your mouth. You stare up at the client holding his phone pointing down at you. The filming is an extra charge. His cock slips into your throat. You bob your head, stroking his cock with your hands.

“Hey Amber, did you get it?” you hear a voice call out, you recognize it as Vicky’s voice. You pull the cock out of your mouth and look for her. She’s approaching you coming down the sidewalk.

You keep stroking as you call out, “Yea, they’ll have it delivered later.” Suddenly the man starts moaning and his cock twitches in your hand. He ejaculates across your face, you look up at his camera as jet after jet of semen crosses your cheeks and forehead. “Mmm, thank you so much,” you say kissing the tip of his cock. He taps his phone before putting it away and leaving.

“Good, I got the booze. And I just saw Tiff, everything seems to be in order,” Vicky says as she reaches your spot on the sidewalk. You’re wiping the cum off your face with a towelette from your bag. “You’ve got a little there,” Vicky points to a spot on your chest where a line of cum had landed on your chest.

“Dammit, this was one of my good shirts,” you say trying to wipe up the cum but it still leaves a mark. You and Vicky say your farewells, and you make your way to the PC around the corner. You take your shirt off in the middle of the street, withdrawing a new one from your storage.

“Hey you’re the girl from Terry’s bachelor party,” a man stops you in the middle of the street. You look at him trying to remember which bachelor party this man is from. You are fairly certain he was at the one last week, where they hired you and Tara for what turned out to be more of a gangbang, and more importantly a big pay day. “I didn’t actually get a chance to fuck you,” he says looking at your cleavage, “I did fuck that green-haired whore with the huge tits.” Green hair, and tits that would be described as huge even in comparison to your own, yep he’s definitely from the party with Tara.

“Well, that’s a shame,” you say slightly tugging at the neckline of your shirt. “Maybe we should fix that.”

“Yea maybe we should,” he says closing the gap. You push him onto the bench, and climb onto his lap. “Lose the top.” You follow the command lifting your shirt over your head, as he pulls his pants down under you. The man starts sucking on your nipples as soon as your tits are freed. You line his cock up with your pussy, before lowering yourself onto his manhood. You start bouncing on his lap, his attention devoted solely to your chest.

You hear a wolf whistle and look around for a potential future client. You spot the source. It’s your beautiful blonde roommate. Cora is quickly approaching. Shit. You were supposed to avoid her today. You hope she doesn’t ask what you’re doing later. When she reaches you, she leans over your client’s head and kisses you. You sink into the familiar taste of her chapstick, and the faint hint of cum. When she breaks away, she says, “I have to go see Berty, but hey we have to meet up later.”

“Um, uh,” then to avoid giving her a response, you fake an orgasm. You moan out, clutching the client’s head into your chest. Cora smiles, then blows you a kiss as she walks away. Whew that was close.

“Uggghh, I’m cumming!” the client calls out letting your nipple fall from his mouth. You feel his warmth shooting into you. With his cock still buried inside of you, he taps his phone to your wrist paying you.

You’re sitting outside a little cafe, eating your lunch. You hear a familiar voice talking, it’s Petey. “Have ya seen ‘er? She’s an angel. Best whore in all of Pewter.” You peek around the corner and see Petey talking to a pair of guys. “Miss Cora’s mouth is heaven on earth. No place like home,” you smile. Obviously Cora had performed her community service today. “Tell ‘er Petey sent ya.” You’re a little surprised that Cora would blow Petey today of all days, but then again Cora is, as Petey put it, an angel.

You pull up your panties, trying not to bunch up your skirt, you can feel the client’s cum leaking down your thigh. You look at your phone checking the time. Shit, you’re going to be late. Why did he take so long to cum? You grab your stuff and start running down the street. You text Vicky that you’re on the way.

You open the door to the apartment that you share with Cora. The living room is filled with your coworkers. A gathering of barely clothed whores are lounging around the apartment. “Good you just made it, according to the tracker she’s just around the corner,” Vicky pats you on the back.

“Everybody hide.” Everybody ducks behind counters and couches hiding from view. You turn off the lights and duck behind the couch with Vicky.

You can hear the key turning in the door. Then when the lights turn on, everyone jumps out, “SURPRISE!” Cora jumps startled by the sudden outburst.

“Oh you sexy bitches,” Cora cries out, holding her hands out for a hug. Everyone closes in embracing Cora in a big group hug. “I love all of you so much.”

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you,” you sing along with the crowd as you carry the cake into the room. The candles shaped like a 2 and 6 burning in the dark room. “Happy birthday dear Cora. Happy birthday to you.”

You set the cake down in front of Cora. “Make a wish,” Vicky says, placing a hand on Cora’s shoulder. Cora scrunches up her face closing her eyes, then she opens them and blows out her candles. The crowd of whores cheers.

You fall onto the couch with Cora, as the last of your friends makes her way out the door. “Thanks for the party,” Cora kisses the top of your head as you lean against her. “You want to see what Berty gave me?”

You sit up as Cora bounces across the room to her bag. She pulls out a little clear baggie, inside you can see two small black pills with red markings. Rx. You recognize them as the pill your first client took, the night you accumulated your mountain of debt. “Have you ever tried it?” Cora asks while giving you a seductive look.

“I haven’t tried it myself. I’ve only seen a guy take it. What does it do to girls?” you ask, figuring it doesn’t make you produce more sperm.

“Mmmm, that’s the fun of it. It affects everyone differently. It makes Vicky super sensitive, even blowing on her neck can make her orgasm on the stuff. Tara starts lactating. For some women it even does different things every time, Danny is that way. One time she became literally cock hungry, she was sucking off every guy she could find, and then another time her spit became a super stimulant, she made all of us girls cum with a single lick,” Cora explains excitedly.

“What does it do to you?” you ask curious what Cora’s experience with the **** is.

“Well you’ll just have to find that out for yourself,” she says while pushing one of the pills into her mouth. “You want one? No pressure, we’ll have plenty of fun either way.” She holds the baggie out to you with the pill staring at you.