Two lost girls

Alice suddenly got flashes of her "past" life, the ****, the terrifying Juan, his punches and kicks, and her first client, a chubby fifty years old man smelling cheap beer. She was scared, angry, ****, but she held on. She remembered the taste of his cum as he **** her to suck his cock, the strong smell coming from his crotch, and the pain when he took her virginity.

She remembered so many... clients, not their faces for most of them, as they were too many. She remembered the regulars, she remembered those. Mike, who loved to fuck her mouth until her throat was sore, and finish on her face. Samuel, with his huge black cock, who came up with her nickname Bunny, and paid Juan to give her a spade tattoo on her left butt cheek and I ♥ BBC on her right. Harold, who wanted her to call him daddy and was calling her stupid girl, slut, and other awful things while fucking her doggy style.

She remembered the pain after the operation and how she wasn't even allowed to rest after it. She got clients as soon as she came back from the clinic. There was no place on her body that didn't get defiled. To the point, she was used to being treated like a cocksleeve. Alice was just an old name, for an old life, she was Bunny, Bunny the hooker.

But, Bunny couldn't let Barbie so depressed and mistreated by Juan. So, she planned an escape and carried it into fruition. They ran away and came back to their hometown, but they didn't know what to do next. Especially with how the meeting with the old "friends" went...

All those memories came back in a flash, and took so much place in her mind, Bunny had difficulties to know which past is the real one.

What was certain, was the fact, that she had a hard time to see herself as a good churchgoer anymore. Her corset with leopard patterns, black mini-skirt with no panties, fishnet stockings, golden platform high heels, cheap red hairs wig, bright heavy makeup, big fake tits, and several piercings and tattoos, didn't help to imagine herself as an innocent virgin.

• Oh my God ! I... I remember everything...

Barbie leaned to her friend, with a concerned look.

• Are you ok ? You look pale...

Bunny tried to sort her memories, but the more she tried, the messier it got. Did she dream her life here, was it all a fantasy ? What should they do ? Now that all their friend turned their back on them. True memories or not, she couldn't show her face to her parents looking like this.

• Yes... Yes... I'm ok... I think... I mean... What should we do, now ?

Her friend looked concerned and sighed.

• I... I don't know... you're the one who makes plans...

She was bothered that Barbie was leaving all to her. But she wasn't as strong as her. So, again, she had to find a solution.