Tracy is corrupted.

After capturing the attention of several passerby, Tracy manages to catch the bus to the mall. A few stops into the journey, a crass older man walked in and sat down across from her. Tracy looked up to see him glaring at her.

"Hey babe, lookin fine as hell." He growled.

"Uh... thanks." Tracy said, shyly.

"I should be the one doin the thankin seein a body like yours babe. Do you play?"

"I... do I what?"

"You know, how much would it cost to play with ya?" He says while moving over to her side of the aisle.

"Babes, this man wants to fuck you, and you're going to let him. You're gonna let him do whatever he wants with ya."

Tracy just looks up at the man and blankly stares.

"What'd ya cost girl? $200?"

"I... uh... don't-"

"$350 but I fuck ya raw?"

"I-"

"$400, we got off at the next stop and I fuck your brains out whatdya say?"

"Okay." Tracy concedes.

The man shoves his hand up her dress discretely fondles the lips of her pussy and she lets out a soft moan.

"No panties? You're such a little slut."

Tracy is paralyzed by the action. She can't believe she's let a disgusting old man fondle her like this. She hates it, but she's doesn't allow it to stop. He shoves two fingers inside of her as the bus grinds to a halt.

The man means over to Tracy, "This is our stop baby." He pats her groin. "I'll play with you later."

Tracy follows the man off of the bus who shows her to a dingy alleyway. She cannot believe she's agreed to let this man have sex with her. While she attempts to process what is happening, the man bends her over facing the wall. Lost in thought, Tracy doesn't realize the man already has his cock in hand. Without warning, the man enters her pussy with an aggressive pump, forcing her to lose her footing.

"Fuck!" Tracy exclaims.

Again, she just stands as if she'd dissociated, mulling over the situation in which she's found herself. Why is she in this alley? Why is she cheating on her loving boyfriend Tim?

"Girl, you're gonna get into it. This guy is a paying customer and you're a sexy little whore. You know you love it."

But also, she thinks to herself, why does this feel so good? The man picks up pace, as Tracy feels a pressure mounting from within. He coarsely shoves his fingers in her mouth and pulls her head closer to his own.

"Talk to me bitch, don't just stand there."

"I, uh, feels so good."

He spanks her ass mid pump, and replies, "Bad girl, say something sexy."

Linda peaks out of Tracy's subconscious, "Say 'I wantcha to cum in my sluttly little whore pussy' girl."

"I wantcha to cum in my slutty little whore pussy." Tracy exclaims, lost in the pleasure.

"Ugh, that's more like it."

The man gives a few more **** thrusts before exploding into the depths of Tracy's womb. Tracy glows with lust as the mans cum slowly drips down her thigh.

"Clean him off girl, suck his dick."

Tracy turns to face the man and takes his limp cock in her hand. She reluctantly wraps her lips and sucks the mix of cum and her vaginal fluid off his disgusting dick.

"That's it baby, every last drop."

"Evewy last dwop" Tracy moans, cock still in her mouth.

"Hot damn girl, that was sexy as fuck." Says the man, opening up his wallet. "400 bucks."

He offers her the wad of bills and Tracy reaches it out to grab it but pulls back.

"Actually, can I snap a picture of you with your tits out? Y'know, for the road."

Tracy slides her mini dress down revealing her youthful breasts. He mauls at one of her tits and takes a picture. He tosses her the cash.

"Thanks slut, this was fun."

Tracy watches the man walk away, still sitting in the alley, the image of a used woman: his load cascading down her thighs, her naked breasts still uncovered, the taste of cum on her lips, her hand unconsciously fondling her clit. In this moment she realizes who she's become.

"Shit. I want to be a whore." Tracy mutters to herself, "No, I am a whore."

She looks at the bills.

"Nice. I can use this for the nipple piercings."