Talk to her

You saunter up to the disheveled girl.

“Hi. My name’s Linda. What's yours?"

She avoids eye contact. "Um...well...um...Cindy."

"Cindy, I pretty sure my friend would like to meet you. If you come with me I'll get you dinner."

She eyes you suspiciously.

You give her a big smile. "Honest, just a meal and a place to sleep if you want it. No obligation."

She still looks wary. "Just talk, and I get dinner?"

"That's it."

"Um...ok."

You motion for her to follow you and she does. Soon you are back at The Company. The guards allow you to pass with no questions. Ten minutes later you bring Cindy to Zarrua.

You watch as Zarrua talks to her, bewitches her. You watch her pull out a contract and Cindy dreamily signs it.

Cindy Newark sprints down the hall at the mention of free clothes. Zarrua motions for you.

You walk up to her and she gives you a motherly smile. "Nice find, Linda."

She plants a kiss on your forehead and you feel strange. The feeling passes, but as you get ready for your night's work you realize you are no longer a street whore. You are above that. You are a corner whore. No more wasting your time with ten dollar hand jobs. If there isn't a twenty in than fuck them.

You have a great night. You have nearly a C-note to show for it. Your new status attracts the admiration of several girls. After a bit of talking they agree to meet Mistress Zarrua.

You enjoy watching Mistress work her magic helping each girl become an eager, enthusiast, whore.

The sun is up and you head to bed. Mistress stops you again.

“Excellent job, Linda. You have quite a knack for recruiting.”

She kisses you again and you feel strange.

“Swing into Dancers tomorrow. They’ll have a job for you.”

Suddenly, you feel it. You more than just a corner whore. You can dance and entice, and the john’s will pay more.

Your time as a dancer is short. You recruit several girls eager to improve their pay. You continue to change making ever greater amounts of money, recruiting new souls for Mistress at each stop.

You stretch as you wake up. Your admire your room. It’s gigantic and filled with expensive art and toys. It should be, as a high priced escort you’re making thousands of dollars a night. Of course as a high priced escort you aren’t finding as many recruits for the Mistress. Still, there are far worse things than living in luxury.

Tonight’s client promises to be fun. They are an attractive wealthy couple looking to ‘expand their horizons’. You head to your closet. You push a bunch of latex outfits and costumes aside. Besides, you get to try out your new leather dress and riding crop.

You slide on your outfit and select an appropriate trench coat.

You drive across town in your purple Italian sports car. You park in the garage and make your way to the penthouse. You ring the doorbell.

A woman answers the door. She is mid thirties, with dirty blonde hair. Her breasts are nice, full with almost no sag.

You smile at her and open your trench coat. “You’re on the clock darling, let’s have some fun.”

She licks her lips. “Come in. This is my husband Terrance.”

A tall slightly overweight balding man appears behind her.

You head to the bedroom. Two hours of surprisingly bland fucking later you begin to get ready to leave. The man Terrance is asleep.

The girl, Alicia, looks at you. “What’s it like?”

“Being an escort? It’s a fucking blast.”

“I...I want to try it.”

You give a quiet sinister laugh. “Do come with me dear.”

You bring her back and she wastes no time signing up with your Mistress.

As Alicia heads out of the room, Mistress Zarrua approaches you. “That’s one hundred souls, dear. You are ripe.”

She leans in and kisses you. You feel odd. The world seems to spin.

You open your eyes. Before you stands a demon. It has fiery, orange, slitted eyes. Where it’s mouth should be is a four inch wide round opening lined with sharp teeth. It walks on hooved feet and instead of arms it has four octopus like pseudopods.

She is gorgeous. You realize it is Mistress Zarrua. You move to kiss her. You grab her with the sucker tips of your tentacles and pull her into a kiss. Your four inch round maw fits hers precisely.

The kiss is bliss. Knowledge passes between you, as well as yummy energy.

Zarrua breaks the kiss. She shimmers and goes back to being a sexy milf. You know you have done the same.

Zarrua winks at you. “How do you feel, sister?”

You pause considering it. “I feel wonderful. I’m ready to drain human girls of goodness, and help them become the perfect whores they were meant to be.”

“You may have Alicia as your first.”

You grin at your sister’s generosity. “Thank you.”

Zarrua calls out. “Alicia come here.”

Alicia comes running in. She looks confused.

“I am to be your Mistress, Alicia.”

You kiss her, sinking your ethereal teeth into her spirit. As, her body moans in pleasure, her spirit cries in pain.

You break the kiss and she looks at you with devotion. “I can’t wait to hit the streets, Mistress!”

“Soon enough, little one. First we must find a new city. The Company will have need of skilled whores everywhere.”

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Three weeks later and you already have a dozen girls in your ‘employ’. Each time you heal one of them, comfort one of them, you devour a bit more of their innate goodness. It is a most wonderful feeling.

You are so glad you took the job at the Company. You can not imagine a better existence than that of a Wadzu demon, a whoremaker demon as the humans have named you.

The end.