The first day of the rest of your life.

You are filled and overfilled in both your hungry holes well into the early morning. When the cock won't fit in a hole, you use your hands, or just take turns. For over the hill lames, they have a lot more stamina than you. They fuck you in turns or in tandem, long after your last cute lil' taunt has turned to wet, incoherent whimpers. Long after you are reduced to a limp, listless fuck doll, they have the energy to pound another rage filled load in you. Long after they have fucked, spanked, or teased the last sissy spurt from your limp clit, they still have another coat of cum to glaze you with.

It's almost dawn when the last of them leaves, each wiping the last of their spunk along your fatigued face. You hoped Principal Latimer would let you wash up, but he insists on driving you straight home. You don't even protest when he lays your head in his lap on the ride back, so you can lazily suck one last load from him.

"We're here, you filthy little whore. Now here's your tip for being such a good party favor." He fills your mouth with his creamy cum and you smile, oddly contended. He walks you to the door and you blush as you wonder if anyone will see you, but you can't exactly remember why you are supposed to be embarrassed. It comes flooding back to you, overcoming your pleasant foggy haze as Kingpin tells your Daddy what a filthy whore you are in exquisite detail. He hands him your $1000 and suggests he spend it on a good leash to keep you in at night.

"I might just. And I hope I'll see you at Poker Night this month, Rick. I think you'll enjoy the 'entertaiment'." They laugh and Daddy pulls you inside, counting his money as he closes the door behind you. You yawn and start to head upstairs when you feel fingers bite into your shoulder painfully.

"Not so fast. Because you decided to party all night instead of getting paid and getting home quick, you don't have time to sleep before starting your sissy exercises and 'tutoring'. A good pair of tits is going to set you back at least 15,000 and you still have to cover room and board. You better find out how to start making real money soon, or you will be more trouble than you're worth and I'll sell you someplace so awful, Hell will look like Heaven when you die."

You are too tired to argue, too tired to cry. You just got a glimpse of the first night of the rest of your life, and the nights will only get harder and the days longer. You probably won't find your Richard Gere, but on the other hand, they say if you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life...