The road ahead

I walked into a hotel room and for the first time in 2 months I could just relax and enjoy some time with my daughter, even while thinking about the final gift from The Whorehouse. I now had 3 more tattoos, along my left rib cage, it was Candy Lips, 60 days, 1081 johns. Along my right rib cage it was www.CandylipsThewhorehouse.com, i was told it was bio about me, with some pictures of my time there and a in depth description of my experience. The last tattoo was my Candy Lips Nevada prostitution license on my ass-cheek.

“So, I am quite proud of you, you did a real good job and of course the situation was not your fault, you Madame explained to me that the customer was a ass” Bill said, almost lovingly.

“But a deal is a deal” he continued while he explained that I would have 3 days off before he was to fly me to my new destination, it would not be in Nevada, but it was owned by the same owner that owned The Whorehouse.

“These last 100 days will not be strings attached to, you will have to work the same number of hours, but you will not have a minimum goal to reach or a punishment. The only thing you will have to accept is that it will be cammed so I and the rest of your friendly fans can keep watching you do your thing.” Bill said while smiling.

I spend the 3 next days in a luxury hotel, every moment I did not spend with my daughter I spend in a spa or a salon, getting all the best treatment Vegas had to offer. When it became time for travelling again, I was like a new girl, fresh and looked as hot as the first day with this game. Bill said he would give me some time with my daughter and Lillian that flew in that day to pick her up and drive her home. It was nice seeing Lillian again.

“Thank you for taking care of her, I love you for that, and have to be away for 100 days this time, but it will be the last time.” I said with tears in my eyes and love for both the girls.

“Of course, she is my family too, I love to help out with her.” “besides, I have been watching you every day, you truly are living up to your potential and have found your place in life”. She said teasingly with a hint of truth in it.

After Lillian and my daughter had left, me and Bill was on our way to the airport, once again I was with pods that made me deaf and blocked out glasses, no information on were too. After we boarded the plane, I felt him giving me two pills this time. I swallowed them and soon felt myself drift into a deep sleep.

I woke up, with some smells, sounds and humidity that was unknown for me. Manage to get my bearings under me, looked around in the room, it was a lot cheaper looking than the one in Nevada. It was a smaller and cheaper bet, no fancy dresser and wardrobe, just a plan table with two chairs and a small commode. I saw a letter was put on the table. After I got up, I took the note, opening with fear while continuing reading.

“Dear Andi/Candy

After you left The Whorehouse, I talked about where to send you with you Madame, it was three options, one was a illegal backroom brothel in San Francisco, the second was a smaller and filthy brothel in Nevada, but when she told me about where you are now I was sold. First, I must tell you, you are safe, the owner is a reputable man, and it is a brothel with long history and has been in the same place for 30 years. It is legal and you will be as safe there as you were in Nevada. A Thai hooker named Suzy will check in you every night to make sure you are okay and sane. In addition to the manager that will keep you safe.

The agreement is that you will spend the next 103 days there. You will work the same hours as you did last time, and you will be paid less of what you did last time. But you will get 50% of the profit. The cameras and link are up and running and your lovely counter is on the table, at zero now.

Sorry I had to fly home, but I needed to get back. Good luck and I will see you in 103 days.

Please do enjoy Phuket, Thailand.

Love Bill”

OMG, this is insane, unbelievable I was thinking to myself.

“No fucking way” I cannot be in Thailand, he must be messing with me.

Then a short fat Asian man came in.

“Hi miss, you new whore. Suck 10 dollars or 300 Bhat, fuck 35 dollars or 1000 Bhat, everything 50 dollars or 1500 Bhat. Okay. Start fucking, this your room, you everyday work in this room, receive men. American girl, popular girl” he stammered out in horrible English.

In shock I just nodded to him, looked around my room, it was a dump, it was like a real bad motel with no service. But I guess this is me for the next 100 days, it was bad, and I would probably not enjoy any of this. I survived Nevada, and I would survive this too.

10 minutes later, my first John in a strange country walked in, it was a young Thai boy that was obviously a virgin, and I decided I would give him the experience of a lifetime.

When the first day was over, I walked back from the communal shower the 4 other Thai girls and 3 Ladybois shared with me. I got in, closed the door, and turned around.

“Hi, I am Suzy”, one of the ladybois said to me in good English.

“I was told to be nice to you and be your friend, and I guess someone like you need it, and I need the money.” She continued.

“On the other hand, that man that dropped you of will not know what I mean when I say I will look in on you. So here is the deal, every night I will come in and check on you.” She continued.

“As payment I expect a rim job and blowjob each night” she said while smiling.

I had no fight left in me, so I just agreed and fall to my knees and started to suck of my first shemale. At the end of the first day, I had sucked 21 dicks and fuck 8 other people. It was a much higher rotation of men here, and many of them only wanted to spend 10 dollars.

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