The ring (prostitution ; age gap)

Jane began to sell her body because it was quick cash, and the idea of getting paid for sex felt arousing. At first, she was offering blowjobs in cheap motel after work, just to feel the thrill of being used by disgusting men for money.

But, she didn't expect to have her reputation plummet so fast and low that her job fired her for misbehavior, despite the fact that she made sure to separate the two. She didn't make any offer during works hours and met her clients hours after her day job. Still, she found herself jobless and unemployable. So, she had **** but work full time as a whore.

Jane's clients weren't really rich or anything, but they were asking for her to look more sexy, more slutty to spend money on her. So, she looked more and more the part, while starting to have dreams about a young and handsome client that would marry her and bring her home. Instead of that, her clientele was mostly men too old, too ugly, or with kink too shameful to have a satisfying sexual life.

So, she was their sex toy for as long as they could pay, dressed the sluttiest way possible to make them hard as fast as possible.

Walking in town, Jane noticed an old woman selling trinkets. Her attention went to some cheap bracelets or necklaces she was selling.

"Hi, I'll buy this necklace." She said, pointing at a small necklace for 5$.

"Here, miss." the old lady give her the trinket in exchange for a bill.

Jane was about to leave when the woman told her to wait.

"What is it?"

"Here, take this ring. You seem to need it, whoever you give it to will have **** to accept your wedding proposal."

The whore took it by reflex, letting out a, "what?"

"Choose well, and don't worry, the person that'll accept your proposal, will feel overjoyed to fulfill your desires."

"I guess... thanks?"

Jane left confused, but somehow not completely discarding the crazy idea. It was probably her need to grab hope, that made her half believe that it could be actually possible. And if it was, to who should she be giving it?

She thought about it for most of the day without taking much decision, mostly because the idea was basically crazy. She went to her first client, putting away the thought of marrying some handsome man and leaving the job. The meeting was at a hotel, and it was one of her oldest client in age. He loved to pay for sex, and fucking professionals, so she didn't have to act too much for the last part. The most difficult was to act attracted to him.

"Hi, honey."

"Hi, my little slut." He said, before kissing her. "How many cock this dirty mouth got this week?"

"Around thirty."

"OoOoh, that's a lot of cum you got down your throat, even for a trash whore like you."

"It was a busy week."

"Well, bring that overused pussy here, I want to fuck it!"

"Of course, honey."

She only took off her panties and miniskirt, and he spread her legs to access her pussy. She felt the weight of his belly on hers and his hairy cock plunging in her pussy. He paid extra for no condom, and they exchanged STD tests every week. He wanted to feel "all the men that passed before him."

He fucked her again and again, pumping his cock in her without touching her, just using her as his cock sleeve. So, Jane didn't like him at all and could only be aroused by the fact that he was paying 100$ the hour.

But as the time allowed was almost finished, Jane was getting out of the bed and heard.

"Something fell on the floor."

She saw him pick up the ring too late, he was on a knee, giving her the cheap jewel. Immediately, her heart skipped a beat and she felt an intense joy taking over.

"Oh, my God, YES!! I YES I will!!!"

At first confused, he quickly follows the mood as she kisses him on the lips.

"So, you want to be my wife?"

"Yes, of course, silly! I am so happy!!"

Jane was barely in control of her feelings, and certainly not in control of herself, when she joined him in front of the altar. Officially married, she wanted to please him as much as possible and that meant to look even trashier for him, with dyed pink hairs, heavy colorful make up and only wearing bedroom clothes. Which made her reputation touch its lowest point, and make her fees lower to keep her customers. Luckily, she lived at her husband house and had way fewer bills to pay.

In the back of her mind, she was still disgusted by him, and hated even more her situation. But every time she saw him, she was overwhelmed with joy and the idea of getting paid close to nothing was turning her on even more than before.