Your new job is the world's oldest...

While there's a small part of you that dreams of going back to work in construction, you realize that in your present condition that could only go badly. And so, with much blubbering, you agree to follow your daughter's lead, and start sex work. Samantha gives an excited squeal and rushes back to her closet to work on your outfit, while you call your foreman and explain you won't be coming in today, hoping your impression of your former self with a head cold is passable.

As you finish up the call, Samantha drags you to her closet again. Soon you are wearing a tube top like hers, a tight tiger skin skirt and bright red pumps, while your face has been done up with thick makeup that makes you look even more like the cheap tart you're starting to fear you are. "Wow, Mommikins!" she coos. "You look like you were made for slut work!" She gives your boobs a fond squeeze, and you groan in pleasure, even as you shudder in fear. "Now, now, Mommy," she says, with a sadistic grin as she places her hand under your chin while she grinds her barely-covered gurlcock into your rear, "you've got to remember to smile!" You somehow manage to put on a happy face, eliciting a nod from your daughter.

Samantha drags you to your pickup and then directs you to a little backroad near the nastiest motel in the city with a familiarity that makes your stomach turn. Soon you're both standing on a corner, simpering, and waiting for someone sleazeball to approach you. "We better stick together for now, Mommikins," says your daughter with a nasty grin. "Right now, you're such a stupid bimbo slut, you might let them fuck you without paying, and then where would we be?"

You whimper in agreement, your humiliation complete. For now.