Climbing the ladder of the job

Amanda heard the sound of some machine winning, and saw chips falling in the recipient under it. Grabbing a small bucket in a pile, she put all her gains in it. She may want to get her job and popularity out, she wouldn't throw away some winnings. But as she did that, she noticed her breasts growing a bit and her clothes changing.

Without her class, they were still terribly slutty, a very light top, close to a bikini, a small jean short and high heels boots stopping above the knees. Her memories were now of an escort, working for an online brothel. She was seeing her clients at their place for the time they bought and let them use her as they please. two hundred per hour, minus the brothel margin, it was still one hundred and fifty per hour.

The slots machines were clearly the responsible for this, and for other things she didn't even notice, like a higher fertility and need for kids, and a slightly increased sensitivity for pleasure.

"Shit... I'm even more of a whore, now..." She mumbled.

The attention decreased toward her as she lost quite a bit of popularity. The peoples that came to her, were now big players. Which was a win... maybe? Why would she think that, she was a CEO of... a company. She was not supposed to rejoice from climbing the ladders of the street walker job.

Maybe she could come back tomorrow, now, to get her career back from that man at the poker game. Amanda decided to leave the casino for today and give back the chips she earned, not knowing it was sealing into her life, the larger breasts, high-end whore career, increased fertility and sensitivity. Of course, she could still bet them again, but she has to convert them back into tokens.

"Leaving already?" Asked the fiery lady.

"Fuck yeah! Someone stole my fucking career! I need to go back tomorrow when that dirtbag's here!"

"Isn't that the game?"

"Yeah, but fucking hell, I didn't expect to lose that much! Shit!"

"See you tomorrow, then."

Amanda left the twins with the though that she needed to get back her big job, so she could start a family. Not questioning the fact that she never wanted kids before.

Going out, she got in her car, that changed from a Mercedes to a Mazda, losing some prestige. On top of that, the car was dirty and with a yellow-green color. Inside was not better, with bright red leather seat and littered with rests of junk food and parking tickets. It didn't even bother her, and she sat in it, when her phone rang, she had a text.

Two hours with David, at 15, Mapple street. You start at 11pm.

The text came from glittering girls, her brothel. She thought of ignore it, but it would lead to big problem for her if she did. So, she looked at her watch, half before eleven. The address was at 10 minutes from where she was. Just enough time to hop at home, grab a salad and go to... work.

Amanda arrived at her home, the house had changed into a modern building with brutalism style, looking more like a bunker than anything, but with the wall painted in various flashy color. Inside, there was no common style, modern and old furniture were next to each others. Her lack of class was visible even in her possessions.

After quickly eating a salad, she took her car to her client's house. She knew David asked for her when his wife wasn't home. He loved when she was playing her role as a cheating wife. So, she parked close to the house and came in without knocking.

"Hi, hun, I'm home!" She shouted.

"It's at this hour that you come back?" She heard back.

The client came rushing in his pants, looking pissed.

"You went out fucking some dudes in a bar, right?"

"Yeah, so? At least their meat rod can make me fucking come!"

"You bitch!"

"It's your fucking fault if ya can use that limp sausage!"

"Come here, and I'll show you how I can use my dick!"

The client grabbed her and threw her on the sofa, pulling down his pants.

"Oh, yeah? Show me!" Amanda told him, taking off her short.

He then pushed his cock in her pussy without much preparation. But to her surprise, it actually felt surprisingly good, and she had difficulties playing the part of not being much impressed.

"Is... Is that it, you worthless... joke of a man? Fuck my... shitbox, maybe... maybe I'll feel something!"

"Don't make me laugh, a lazy whore like you, I can make you come anytime."

Why was he suddenly so good? She remembered him being bad with his cock. But here, it was amazing, to the point that he'll probably be able to make her come.

"Then make me, asshole! I want to feel your spunk in my snatch!"

"Ooooh, fuck bitch! Take it! Take it all!"

Amanda felt his cum filling her womb, he already came. She was supposed to fake an orgasm, but here, she just let herself go and reach the climax easily.

"Fuck... You're not that fucking bad after all... I'm sorry for fucking asshats in your back!"

"I knew I was the best!"

After that, he made her food, and she played the wife back in love, and then he fucked her again and she could let herself enjoy it.

The client was happy, and she moved to her next one. Getting spanked, fucked, spit roasted for the rest of the night with five other clients. She didn't even realize that one of them got her pregnant, thanks to her higher fertility.

Amanda, slept like a baby that morning. With that oversensitive body, she enjoyed way more than she remembered her work.

The next day, the young woman came back to the casino, ready to get back... the... thing she lost at the poker table. So, she went to the cashier cage, ready to turn parts of her life into chips.

What did she turn into chips?

1. Her studies (It's not like she's using them)
2. Her career (She remembers why she came back, to get her old job back, whatever it was)
3. Her taste for fine food (Because why not)
4. Her ability to count (Because if it's to take some risks, let's take big ones)
5. Her future (let's take even bigger ones)