My man Jerome takes delivery of filly

CandyWalter was sitting in the back of the beat-up SUV that Jason had bundles her into. A little bit dazed Walter's mind tried to make sense of the mind-blowing orgasm s/he had felt when riding Jason. The more immediate danger that she was being driven to a dock-side area of ill repute and possible further mischief simply not registering as imminent. Sex as a woman had changed Walter and he wasn't sure he could be the loopy inventor of yore anymore.

When Jason pulled up to a crummy hut by the docks, still in a post orgasmic daze s/he remained seated. The animated discussion between the two men just so much more background noise behind the life changing experience s/he just had.

"Let's see the bitch then - let's take some quick pictures and get her out on the net too. There's always punters for fresh meat. Geez Jason come-on we are on the docks here this is not some fancy schanzy frat-bro party with girls in delicate make-up. Yo bitch - put some make-up on - cake it on and be ready for a few pictures and a little video."

Bemused CandyWalter allowed herself to be pulled out of the car by a rather large man with fat pudgy oily fingers. His touch made her shiver and the white suit and slick-backed balding hair look didnt improve her impression. Handed a large make-up set she hardly knew what to do but when she saw the rattan cane that Jerome sported she put herself to work. Except Walter had never put on make-up and failed to observe how to do it - after an embarrassingly long time she turned around and struck a hopefully sexy pose.

"Jason - geezuz - doesnt this girl no squat." To WalterCandy's horror the two men laughed loudly at her paltry attempt at make-up. Before Candy had been a little bit the girl next door but now she was the whore-next door. Her forced smile faltered but Jerome intervened.

"Haha - ok I did tell you to cake it on but you know more is less -- never mind just stand there and put on that smile. Great now walk a little bit to the quay end - look over your shoulder and smile. The punters love that."

"Perfect - so my guess is that you are not an experienced tart are you?" a question hung in the air.

'Candy - my name is Candy; Jerome." CandyWalter answered in Walter's gruff voice.

'Oh Shi-it sorry man I forgot - I did her and you know I like to do breath control - I fucked up her voice a bit, just turn her out after a few johns I am sure her voice will pipe right back up."

Jerome had looked weirded out for a second but then shrugged. "Whatever man, what does she owe us, 2K right at 10% daily interest."

Jason nodded - "Keep her here until she pays it off in full - I leave her pricing up to you. She can't be allowed home so you can have free use of her overnight if she hasn't worked her debt off."

Jerome worked his phone as he uploaded a profile for Candy with some BS on her background. Seeing Candy had not moved her took her by the arm to the other streetwalkers on his patch.

"Right cunts, this here is Candy, she's working off a debt so any punters none of you want - make sure she works them cos she needs the cash. The prices are the same for everyone here $40 bucks for a blowjob, $80 for pussy, $100 for anal - two girls together is half price on one of them which will be you. If you work hard that 2K can be earned back before mandatory curfew at 4am today. Now get out there and start earning - if anyone mentions the word Jerome Special get in their car and do whatever they ask. Pay will be doubled."

CandyWalter stood totally nonplussed surrounded by none too friendly looking other women in various sensual attires. Looking at them she felt her make-up wasn't even too garish but the other girls ignored her scouting for cruising vehicles and punters.