Set a price.

“Two thousand.” I blurted out suddenly. The idea had only just jumped into my head, and as soon as I said it I wondered if I should have thought it through more.

“Huh?” one of the guys said

“Two thousand bucks for some fun with me,” I said, trying to sound like a street-savvy hooker. “Should be five hundred a head – uh, three hundred a cock,” I added “but I give special group rates.” You hope this detail will make you more believable.

Your plan is simple. Two thousand seems a hell of a lot of money to you. You’re hoping that it’ll be out of their price range, so they’ll leave you alone.

At least that’s what your conscious thoughts are saying. But there’s a little voice inside you that’s giggling, thrilled and excited. You’re a whore. You’re actually selling yourself as a real, genuine whore, willing to submit to men, to get fucked by them just because they can pay you for it. These men want to gang-bang you, and you wonder with a delighted shiver how they’d treat their whore. Certainly, after agreeing a price there’s no way you could back out.

A part of you certainly wants them to accept your offer. You’re getting a bit wet at the thought, and you know that the thought of prostituting yourself would add spice to the fucking. And even if they turned out to be lousy lovers, two thousand would be a hell of a compensation. It’s a lot of money for something you’ll probably enjoy, and would be eagerly doing tomorrow anyway.

The guys are thinking it over.