Aimee

Aimee. A young blonde prostitute. She was scammed by her husband on her eighteenth birthday and sold to the brothel. It was the same story for most of the women here.

Their shame for their profession was the only thing that stopped them leaving. But a hidden sisterhood that made sure they would only be hurt on their terms. Safe in the deep end of life.

Aimee. She was short. Mousy. Gorgeous blonde locks of hair. Sunkissed skin and blue eyes like jewels.

She was sucking on a big hard cock. Got good at it. She knew just how to make men weak. Her cute face and adorable eyes as she bobbed her pretty head. The musk. The taste. She was used to it. These men were dirty.

She sucked harder. Her little hands on the pole. Stroking. Wet. Sticky. The man grunted and came ropes of sticky jizz onto her innocent face. One eye closed as cum got in it. She smiled.

Took the coins. Thanked her customer. Washed off the cum. Reapplied perfume and cheap blush.

Aimee heard bullets firing from downstairs. The new boss Francesca was shooting at the feet of customers. It wasn’t the way to get 1000 gold per day. She knew Kirah was nervous. They’d have to work double time to get that sum.