Angela the Whore

Jim and Angela had been married only a month. Jim is a wealthy investment broker of nearly 30 years and Angela is his second go round at having a family. Too many long hours at the office and the playboy life style eroded the first marriage, but Angela is a fox and Jim plans on enjoying his marriage this time around. Now Jim is quite wealthy and has more time now that his business is established and in the capable hands of his partners so he can afford an extravagant month long honeymoon in Europe. Sure, Jim is aware of the concerns of his family and friends that Angela is just a gold digger, and the fact that she was born the same month as when Jim started working seems to add fuel to their argument, but all of that is for naught. They are married now, and happily so.

The last leg of their honeymoon takes the couple to the Spanish Riviera. Costa Del Sol is a beautiful town with breath taking views of the Mediterranean Sea. After a long day at the beach, Angela wanted to do some shopping, so the pair heads towards town. Unfamiliar with the city, Jim and Angela find themselves down a back street that doesn’t seem too touristy. Jim spies her first, actually not really her, but the girl's thigh high boots. Jim stares, maybe a bit too long, but he’s reminiscing about long ago, when he was still married to his first wife, ‘working late,’ when in actuality, escorts came to the office and helped him ‘de-stress’. Escorts that dressed in shiny clothes cost more, but with the kind of money Jim brought in, the difference was hardly noticeable, yet definitely worth every penny.

“Jim. JIM! What are you staring at?!” Angela blurts out easily following Jim’s eyes to the young woman.

Shook out of his daydream, Jim was a bit flustered and tried to regain his composure. “Oh me? Nothing. Nothing. I was just day dreaming. I wasn’t looking at anything. Just thinking about work.” Jim lied.

Angela grabbed Jim’s hard cock for emphasis then pulled her hand away disgusted. “Work? Thinking about work makes you hard? Not looking at a cheap street hooker? At least have the decency to not lie to me.”

Jim rolled his eyes. Hookers were easy. Money leads to the desired action. Relationships are WAY more complicated. “No.” Jim tried to deflect while nodding. “I was looking at her boots. I think they are sexy.”

“Thank you sir.” The hooker said while turning around. Her voice was kind, yet still sultry.

“You stay out of this WHORE!” Angela yelled pointing a finger at the girl, but not acknowledging her with a look.

“200.” The hooker retorted.

Angela stopped totally shocked. She turned and looked at the hooker in her face for the first time.

“200 for your man here. 50 for you. A special discount to show you a good time or 225, and I’ll do you both. You’ll like it miss. Something you will never forget.” The hooker stepped a little wider apart and rubbed her fingers over the red cameltoe in her tight red shorts. She winked at Angela and licked her lips.

Angela was speechless for a moment then words came back to her in a fury. “How could you?” The look of disgust oozing from Angela’s face. “Sell yourself for money. Let someone fuck you for a living. Have you no self respect? You are filth. Lower than filth, you are insufferably disgusting! You stay away. Stay away from my husband and me. I would NEVER sink so low in my life. I have integrity!”

Laughter fills the street. All 3 turn to see a gorgeous woman sitting on the steps of an old building. “Are you alright Maria?”

“Yes, Mistress Jet.” Maria replied fluffing her hair.

“Do you want to fuck Maria here, sir?” The woman on the stairs asked bluntly.

“Well yes, but no. I would never..” Jim conceited then trailed off.

“JIM!” Angela yelled

“You said don’t lie!” Jim shot back. “Yes, I want to fuck her. That’s why hookers exist. Men like to fuck hookers, but I’d never fuck her.. er I would not cheat on you.”

“Why?” Mistress Jet butted in. “Would you if your woman here got off on it?”

Jim didn’t answer.

“JIM!” Angela yelled indignantly. Her fury is overflowing.

Jim just wrung his hands nervously. “Well IF you WERE into it…. I love you…. who would I be to deny you what you love? But obviously that ISN’T the way you feel so it is ridiculous.” Trying to save what little dignity he has left, “I would never…”

“Don’t lie to me, Jim. You want to fuck whores don’t you.”

Jim can’t keep eye contact. The silence is deafening.

“Of course he likes to fuck whores. He’s fucking you isn’t he.” Mistress Jet’s words stung.

Angela stormed across the street and Jim followed quickly behind trying to grab Angela’s hands to pull her away and leave, but Angela kept brushing his hands away as she approached the beauty in black latex. An accusatory finger pressing into Jet’s flesh just between her barely contained rubber coated breasts. “Don’t lie, Jet. Take it back. Say I’m not a whore.”

An onyx gloved hand gently lifts Angela’s pointy finger to Jet’s mouth and she kisses it. “Well what do you want me to do, Angela? Do you want me to not lie or say you aren’t a whore? You can’t have it both ways.”

Angela slapped Jet across her face as rage and fury welled up inside. Jet rubbed her reddened cheek with her smooth latex gloved hand. Cool black eyes look back into Angela’s own as Jet keeps her voice quiet and barely above a whisper. The control of her anger is very intimidating and Angela is starting to worry. “You ARE a whore Angela. You are too proud to realize it. Come with me, I will prove it. You are the worst kind of whore, you are a hypocrite. Come inside.”

“I will NOT!” Angela fumed. Just then Maria dragged a handcuffed Jim into the building. Angela tried to rush the pair but Jet held her in place. “Stop! STOP! what are you doing with my husband?”

Jet laughed. “We are going to hold him ransom. What happens to him is up to you.” Angela struggled against Jet’s hold but was no match for the fetish woman’s strength and she was pulled inside the old building as well.

Once inside Angela quit struggling. The building was dark and ancient inside. The atmosphere was highly intimidating and gave Angela the creeps. Angela found herself in a large study. Jim was bound and sitting bound to a chair against the far wall. Another beautiful girl sat on a desk perusing through an old tome.

“Jet, what have you brought me today?”

Angela tried to interrupt, but the maiden on the desk just lifted a single finger and Angela fell mute. No words could escape her lips.

Jet looked at Angela struggling and laughed. “Sorceress Pearl, this man saw Maria and was interested in her services. This woman, his wife, took exception and started slut shaming Maria and myself. The greatest crime of all is she’s a hypocrite and whore herself. I brought her here so that you might open her mind to the truth. Even worse, she’s violent, so please be careful.”

Sorceress Pearl just looks at her book and thumbs through the pages for a moment until she lands on a page. She stands and picks up the book in both hands. Pearl begins uttering noises that vaguely resemble words. The sounds coming from her mouth are like nothing that Angela has ever heard before. The lights in the building flicker and dim and a stiff breeze ran through the room like before a storm, only they are all inside. Pearl’s incantation never falters, then a circle appears on the floor, red and glowing. Then it all stops. The room is deathly silent.

Pearl walks up to Jet as she is still holding Angela. “Place her in the Karmic Circle of Truth” Jet walks to the edge of the eerily glowing red circle and pushed Angela inside. Angela gasps as she is overcome by an icy feeling, like the shock of jumping into a cold swimming pool. Immediately she tries to get out but an invisible barrier is keeping her within the circle. “Let me out! Let me out!” she screams while banging her hands silently against the invisible barrier keeping her inside.

Sorceress Pearl clutches her wrists behind her back and paces around Angela’s circular cage as the two women size each other up. Angela’s stares at Pearl like a caged lion who stares at a pet dog on the other side of the bars, ready to strike. ‘If I get out, you are going to be sorry.’

“Let me tell you how this works, Angela. This is the Karmic Circle of Truth. I will ask you a number of questions. I suggest you answer truthfully. Any lies will manifest on you and alter you in such a way to satisfy Karma. Understand?”

Angela shakes her head, “No.”

“That’s okay. Just tell the truth that’s all you need to know.” Pearl smiles smugly at Angela. “Now the first question, are you a whore?”

“No!” Angela states defiantly. Instantly, Angela’s clothes disappear save a pair of red latex hot pants. She is left mostly naked. Angela screams and tries to hide her breasts. “What did you do to me? I will get you. You are nothing but a bunch of dirty bitches!” Suddenly, Angela finds a dog collar and chain leash around her own neck and she is on to all fours. More words try to come out, but they are turned to barks.

Pearl just laughs at Angela as a non-stop stream of barking comes out of her mouth. “Let me explain how this works. You are most definitely a whore, even if you convinced yourself otherwise, that’s why your clothes shifted to that of a whore. Secondly, you accused us of being bitches. I see how you can think that, but in actuality we are not, therefore you lost the ability to speak, stand, and you are now collared like a common bitch. You are lucky the circle doesn’t interpret your barks.” Pearl grabs her belly and the whole room of women bursts into fits of laughter.

“Now I feel you lost the instructive value of this exercise, I will use my magic to loose your tongue, but I suggest you best watch it or a worse fate may befall you. Understand?” For the first time Angela is silent and nods her head in ascent. “Good.” Pearl waves her hand and Angela feels her mouth tingle, but chooses to hold her tongue for now.

“Do you love your husband?”

“Yes.” Nothing happens

“Good girl. Now do you love your husband’s money.”

Angela pauses, but answers truthfully. “Yes.”

“Excellent. Do you love your husband’s money more than you love your husband?”

Angela paused a long time with this one. “Honestly, I don’t know.” Angela looked to her husband tied to the chair flanked by the beautiful prostitute, Marta. Her eyes begging forgiveness.

“You don’t know?” Pearl laughed. “Did you marry him because he was rich?”

“No.”

“Would you have married him if if was poor?”

Angela paused and looked away. “No.”

“Would you stay married to him if he lost all his money?”

Still looking down a tear ran from her cheek. No she wasn’t going to let this go down. Angela looked up into Jim’s eyes, “Yes.” The circle flashed bright red with her lie. Angela blinked and her head felt a little funny but she just shook it off. Angela knew now she truly did love her husband’s money more than him.

“Marta take his wallet.” Commanded Pearl. Marta reached into Jim’s pocket and withdrew his wallet. Marta opened it up and removed all the cash and credit cards, flashed it to Angela and set it on the ground beside her. Pearl crouched down and talked quietly into Angela’s ear. “Your husband is now penniless. I have a proposal for you. He already said he likes to fuck hookers, but only if you consent. So, say I give you all his money back if Marta here gives him a hand job. Would that please you?”

The feelings of panic left Angela when she heard that they could get all their money back. Anything would be better than to be without any money. “Yes, do whatever you want with him as long as I get the money back.” Angela clapped her hand over her naked breast as she told the truth once more.

“You heard it Marta, this whore wants her money. Stroke her husband so she can get paid.” Marta sank to her knees and pulled out Jim’s cock. Pearl continued to whisper truths into Angela’s ear as Marta worked with Jim.

“Jim loves to fuck whores doesn’t he?”

“Yes”

“Is Jim going to be pissed at you for doing this to him?”

“Yes”

“Is Jim going to cut you off financially?”

“Yes”

“Are you going to have to earn your own money?”

“Yes”

“Did you know Jim has LOTS of money?”

“Yes”

Did you know Jim likes to fuck whores?”

“Yes”

“Did you know Jim would give you money if you dress slutty and sexy and let him have sex with you?”

“Yes”

“You are are whore, aren’t you Angela?”

“Yes, I am a whore.”

“Look at Maria. She’s a cheap whore. Marta, she’s a cheap whore. Cheap whores make Jim happy.”

“Yes”

“What would make Jim happier?”

“If I was his whore.”

“His cheap whore?”

“Yes, I want to be his cheap whore.”

Jim moans out as Marta milks the last of the seed out of his erupting cock.

3 weeks later.

Back at home, Jim goes back to work as does Angela. Angela takes her fur coat with her this time. She found the leather seats often sticks to her ass and the fur coat makes getting fucked in the back of the car so much less awkward. It is uncomfortable, but the thrill of cash in hand makes it all worth it. Especially when she shows Jim her pile of cash she earned each day. The more cash she collects, the more Jim knows she’s a whore. Angela loves Jim’s money and will do anything for it especially since Jim loves fucking whores!