Tough it out

The next client is a black man, a similar age to my first client, but in better physical shape. Unfortunately, he's a construction worker, no better than a bus driver for extracting juicy secrets.

This whole idea of mine feels more foolish by the minute.

At least he's a good size, enough to give me a thorough reaming. However--once again--he finishes before I can. Without saying a word to me, he hangs his used condom on the clothesline and leaves the room. I'm left with nothing except an increasingly sore pussy.

The third man is a sanitation worker. The fourth works in IT. My ears perk up a bit at this, but he isn't interested in talking further, only in fucking me until he reaches his completion.

By the sixth man, I've given up talking. I've given up everything, really. I simply lay there inert on the mattress as cock after cock plunges into my hole. I'm a barely animate fuck-doll. I'm so insensate I don't even notice when the men stop coming, or when Jenna re-enters into the room. I only come to my senses when she slips a hand beneath my shoulder and helps me off the mattress.

Standing is...difficult. I wince. I'm going to be walking bow-legged for at least the next few days.

My eyes are drawn to the drooping clothesline, now ornamented with ten used condoms full of cum.

"I'd better get your trophy for you," says Jenna. She detaches the ends of the clothesline from the ceiling and ties them together to make a loop, which she drapes over my head. I stare down listlessly at my new necklace--a necklace of condoms hanging against my collarbones, breasts, and belly.

"Where are my clothes?" I ask.

"I said you would get them back when you were done. But the whore experience isn't over yet." She slaps me on the rump. "March."

We leave the room and head down the corridor. I startle when I realize she's leading me to the front of the building--and here I am, clothed only in this ghastly necklace!

"Don't worry. It's almost over," Jenna reassures me. She pushes me through the door into the very public, very open lobby. Numerous eyes turn to look me over. I blush, stumbling forward, not sure where I'm supposed to go.

"Just a few more steps..." says Jenna. She keeps pushing me, directly towards the building entrance. My belly hits the handlebar, it opens, and I'm outside! Outside, and totally naked except the necklace. Passersby on the sidewalk regard me curiously.

"Here you go!" shouts Jenna from the door. She tosses the bundle of my clothes towards the street, each individual article picked up and scattered several meters downwind. "That concludes the whore experience! I hope you enjoyed!" She disappears back inside the building, leaving me alone to go pick up my clothes where they've fallen.

All in all, I think to myself, I cannot say that turned out to be a useful way to gain secrets.