Reluctantly Accepting Her Fate?

It was nearly five before Felicity left the shower. She would have loved to stay in there for the rest of the night, letting the cool water soothe the heat coming from her pussy and butthole as she maneuvered back and forth between them. Her growling tummy had other ideas. She dried off and without thinking, wrapped the towel around herself and using another to wrap around her hair.

Back in the main room, she went over to the corner behind the door and lifted the backpack onto the small round table. Sitting in the single chair, Felicity dug around until she found her small brown purse and taking out her beauty supplies and heading back to the bathroom. Taking another look in the mirror showed she no longer needed most of it anymore. Instead she merely pulled off the hair towel and proceeded to painfully untangle the rats nest, then put her hair in a ponytail using a rainbow scrunchy.

Back in the room she pulled her smartphone out of the purse and checked for any missed callers or texts and finding two messages and a wrong number. One was from the high school informing Felicity of her removal and the other was a link to the LEA website. After feeling sad about her lack of educational future, she followed the link to a log in. It required her register with the site, having Felicity put in her DOB and social security.

Once logged in, Felicity put in her email and some personal information, then selected to be kept up to date on current events and news regarding new laws and policies in her region. The site also included a list of respectable pimps and madams that could train her in the sexual arts, as well as a map of safe places to ply her trade.

Well, safe-ish. Unless whores choose to work at a licensed facility, which the majority don’t, either by pimp manipulation or pride, there’s an extremely high chance the girls in question will be kidnapped or ****. But they choose not to put that on the site.

Next, she found the link to her bank account. Here she had to put in the previous information plus her LEA ID number so she could access her Citibank account online.

With that taken care of, she searched the room and found her room key under the bed. She then opened the door and tested it to ensure functionality and went to the motel lobby to find nearby eateries. She of course failed to remove her towel, not desiring or be naked until necessary. Searching the lobby and ignoring the motel clerk, she found a row of takeout menus, grabbing a few that peaked her interest. Clutching the menus in her hand, she made her way back to the room and sat at the little table, putting her backpack on the floor and spreading out her finds.

For now she decided to keep it simple and called the pizza place, checking to see if the delivery guy used a chip scanner. With that taken care of, she went back to her phone and started playing a jewel matching game and deliberately not thinking about her future. It took only twenty-six minute for the Diamonds delivery guy to arrive at the door with her food, a small supreme, some chicken alfredo pasta, and a large Coca-Cola, which she put all on the table. The pasta was devoured immediately, followed by a couple pieces of pizza, which she put in the little mini fridge afterward.

It was with a full belly, Felicity decided another emotional relief session was in order, so she took off the towel and hopped back in the shower to cry her eyes out and find relief for her still burning ass. Her vagina seemed to be back to normal, as were her boobs. So for the next several hours she was on the floor of the shower with her head resting on her arms and her ass straight up in the air, letting the stream of cold water cool her burning asshole and at the same time finding a little pleasure as the **** of the water massaged her pussy. Felicity honestly didn't know if she was crying in emotional relief or pleasure as her backside was sprayed from behind.

Her butthole once again felt normal by the time she exited the shower and dried off. Her hair was easier to dry as she forgot to take out the scrunchy, but let her hair loose as she was tired, both physically and emotionally. When she spotted the detestable armband in the bathroom corner, she filled up the sink with water and the last sliver of soap, throwing the crusty cum covered thing in to soak.

Felicity then cut out the bathroom lights and went about her now shortened bedroom routine, which consisted of plugging in her phone to charge and turning out the room lights. At least she could get under the covers now.