Something happened?

To be honest, Laura couldn't tell when it happened.

No, that it was her 24th client for the current day - that was for sure. It was her personal "thing" - a kind of fetish, counting the number of customers she served in a day. Being an enthusiastic prostitute, she was upset if there were less than 25 of them.

The problem was rather with slightly different coordinates. Laura was clinically unable to navigate the dates. Starting with the fact that she, in principle, could not figure out how she even appeared in this city and what happened to her before. The memory was in a fog: some dreams of endless fucking with unidentified men surfaced, but nothing more.

In principle, she could, with some stretch, assume that at least in this city she found winter. This could be a problem, since with her rates she did not earn enough to pay a normal rent (she even had to raise prices to 20 bucks for all-inclusive, and to her great chagrin, this most "inclusive" was most often paid but not in demand: with her level of skill, experience, and enthusiasm, clients rarely even made it to second base, ending on her first hole, so she even had to alternate starts). In any case - everything was decided by itself. The owner of a local eatery, which was chosen by bikers - noticed her, and after a few fucks, offered her the position of a local "waitress" combined with the "main dish on the menu." In the end, everyone was happy: a steady influx of customers went to the institution, the whore got what she wanted, and the owner did not have time to count the percentages. Well, he did not forget to use the privileges of the landlord from time to time. Actually - one of the back rooms in the bar was converted into Laura's personal alcove.

Thus, Laura spent the winter in warmth and relative comfort. She was even able to learn to slightly control her insatiable lust, so that there was time to watch the program, eat normally and sleep at least five or six hours, without jumping up every couple of hours in search of someone who could fuck her, as it was in the early days. (weeks?) in the city.

So, Laura had no idea how long she had been here. Moreover, she was not even interested in the name of the city. It was enough for her that she had a place to sleep, where to take a shower (of course, not after each client - this is when to fuck, then, if you constantly spend time on water procedures?).

And yes, all she could say was that it seemed to be late spring or early summer outside (in any case, she was not cold in an ultra-short skirt that did not actually cover her naked crotch and pumped up ass and lacy, bright -a red balconette bra, which, in general, did not cover her huge, silicone breasts at all) and this was the 24th client.

Silicone boobs, Laura got when she discovered that a huge amount of sex does not affect her appearance in the best way. The beauty who once arrived in this city, by the end of winter, turned into a worn and reused old whore: her tits were stretched and sagging, her face had aged 20 years from lack of sleep and normal ate) - Laura pretty much lost weight. Not only "extra fat" was gone from the body, but also useful fat, giving it a somewhat skeletal appearance. Excessive number of cocks also had a bad effect on her pussy: she "gouged", becoming extremely wide and "shabby".

All of the above was immediately affects the flow of customers. And if Laura almost did not notice the drop in income, since she almost did not spend money without that, then the lack of sex made her wary. The situation, when even bikers drunk to pink elephants began to refuse it one by one, has clearly become ****.

As a result, Laura, with an incredible effort of will, was able to collect herself and finally pay attention to correcting the circumstances. Having finally counted the money, she realized that more than 25 clients per day for 10 - 20 bucks, this, oddly enough, is pretty good money, especially if you have nowhere to spend it.

So, Laura took all this cash and, on the recommendation of her "business partner", went to an underground plastic surgeon, who did his business to serve the "bottom of society": prostitutes, strippers and other "white trash" (even if the color of the trash was different - the surgeon did not care).

The result was Laura 2.0: first of all, she had the largest implants that were found in the catalog, in order to eliminate her "natural" sagging breasts. Next, the surgeon pumped collagen into her lips, and at the same time into her lower lips, in order to restore their narrowness, since the doctor was simply too lazy to sew them together. The result was just a monstrous "cameltoe", which caught the eye literally through any clothes.

The face gave the doctor the most trouble: but here he did his best. Of course, he could not restore the former beauty, therefore, in fact, he created a new beauty.

The former Laura, despite having two children, looked like a girl of 25, with a fresh, youthful, almost doll-like face.

The face of the new one has become the face of a beautiful MILF, aged 35 - 45. Her beauty has become the beauty of an adult, mature woman with rich sexual experience. She had far more sexual magnetism than classical beauty.

Anyway, now, she had the 24th client. And he was... strange.

A man of about 45, strong, with several scars on his face. In an old-fashioned leather coat buttoned up to the very top. By physique - she suggested that it was a military man. Definitely not a bandit - she had seen enough of them in all poses and positions and could confidently say that she did not experience the feeling of anxiety that they usually caused. However, she felt a different anxiety. She was not threatened with beatings, rudeness - a man, for some reason, was perceived as kind. But at the same time, she felt existential fear.

However, money is money and work is work.

The client did not want to go to her "native" bar and offered to retire to a motel next door. With bated breath, she agreed.

Then everything happened as if in a fog, a short and strange conversation, some kind of mechanical sex, the approach of the moment when, from pleasure, she always lost consciousness for a couple of seconds ....