Celine, a bisexual prostitute (POV change)

Celine Garza, also called ‘Kandy‘ in her line of work, adjusted her pink latex skirt and targeted her prey for the night. For ten minutes already she observed the middle-aged suit with the telltale wedding-ring mark around his naked finger. Rich, cheating husbands were her favorites. Those often swung by this nightclub to buy themselves some young, fresh meat and with her 23 year-old gorgeous body, Celine seldom suffered a profitless night. Like Serleena, the young hooker was a predator. For Celine, her occupation payed off trice. Primarily she loved the sex. Even though she had few alternatives for different jobs, she actually enjoyed to be fucked or to pleasure her customers. She had never seen the shame in sexual desires nor did she back away from the other gender or an older age. As a nymphomaniac, Celine refused to consider any other job. Second, there was the pay, of course. She didn‘t work cheap, but her customers had never been disappointed. She could afford to rent a small apartment and occasionally new sexy clothes. Yet her profession was furthermore profitable since Celine always swiped something valuable from her customers‘ homes. The distrainor payed extra for a diamond ring here, a precious bracelet there. Therefore she preferably hunted for middle-aged, rich cheating husbands.

When he finally made eye-contact, Celine set forth to approach him. He‘d be easy prey. Sugarcoat him a bit, laugh about his stupid jokes, give him the impression to be young again and the night would earn her at least 500 bucks. But part-way, Serleena stepped in front of the young hooker, forcefully grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her into a kiss.

Celine felt something long and slippery slide down her throat. Like a serpent skidding down her gullet, causing her to ****. Thick and slimy it felt, but it didn‘t last two seconds and the woman pulled away. Celine thought to see something green in the woman‘s tongue as she stuck it back in and grinned. Still in shock, holding her neck, Celine failed to say something. “You‘ll know where to find me,“ Serleena said and winked at the soon-to-become tentacle-girl.

(Model: Violet Summers)