A 'normal one' with a cock hole on each side.

I walked back to one of the more normal booths, a hole in each side, each large enough to fit a fist or a cock and balls through. "This one," I said as I stepped in.

Mark nodded and joined me closing the door behind us. I was breathing heavily, this wasn’t anything we had done before and I was excited and tense. “So, how do you want to do this? You want me here?” I shook my head no, “You want to be ****, and alone?” I nodded. He smiled and stepped closer, “Then take all your clothes off, and I will take them with me and go home.”

I squeezed my legs together, “You can barter for clothes from the shop or a lift home.”

“You want me to whore myself out for some slutty outfit to come home in?”

He laughed and shook his head, “No, I want you so naked and **** that every man, young and old, black and white, fat and thin will take advantage of you, use you.” As he spoke he grabbed my tits and squeezed. “Then when you have serviced dozen’s of cocks, and made all the deals you can think of someone will make you an offer you think is good and when you let them in, they will take you home and lock you up and fuck you again and again until you are a broken drooling mess.”

He roughly pulled my top open, “Here,” he said as he pulled out a pen, “I’ll write my number here, ‘when done call’, and take your phone with me too. And don’t forget to keep a tally.” I felt weak in the legs as he finished pulling my shirt free from my body. “This place closes at 4 am, if you haven’t found a way home by then, I guess you will have to walk.”

He bent over and unzipped my skirt, “And I have been planning this for months, so you know your breakfast shake, I’ve been spiking it with fertility powder.”

“You what?” I asked him.

He smiled, “For four months now, so you are about as fertile as you are ever going to be. If you want condoms, you will have to get them to buy them, or go out naked on your own.” He waited for me to object. I didn’t. “So you ready, we going through with this?”

“Please,” I could have cum just at the thought.

He smiled again as he bundled up my possessions, “Don’t forget to lock this door, or you will be in real trouble when the horn dogs come.”

That was the last thing Mark said to me as he left, taking my clothes, my phone and my wallet with him. That was when it hit me, I was going to have to whore myself out to complete strangers to get out of this, while highly fertile and completely ****.