Casey, Tamera, Sandra, and Iris looked in disbelief as the man stopped them in the middle of the street. They were all heading down to the club, looking to find some cute guys that would buy them drinks all night and that they could give fake numbers too so they never had to talk to them again.
It was their MO for nights out like this, they certainly weren’t going to give a guy like this the time of day, let alone any kind of attention. He had to be twice their age, clean shaven but with little hair left on his head, well dressed but clearly out of place in a club district like this.
“Good evening ladies.” he said with a smile as he extended his hands to his sides in a welcoming motion.
Casey was the first to speak up, “God? Really? I mean, why even try?” she said with a roll of her eyes.
Sandra just shook her head in pity, while Tamera just stared dumbfounded at what was happening.
Iris though followed Casey’s lead, “Just step aside and we’ll pretend you didn’t just embarrass yourself… we’re all way out of your league.”
A sad expression crossed the man’s face but a little smile persisted, “I’m hurt ladies… hurt. I just wanted to say hello and complement you on your outfits.” the man said.
Casey wasn’t having any of it and stepped forward, putting her hand on his should and pushing him to the side, “Just get out of our way… we’ve got places to be…” she said as the other three followed her lead and started to walk.
Then, all of a sudden, all four stopped and froze in place.
“Well that wasn’t very nice ladies.” the man said and stepped back in front of them.
“I think all four of you need a little attitude adjustment…” he said and then all four of them felt something strange slip into their heads.
Casey smiled at her boyfriend and he smiled back, a shiver of pleasure running through her.
She had seen her friends in six months, she’d been too busy after that night hunting for a sugar daddy. She’d had to make so many changes after that night, the man having implanted a deep seated need to be a trophy wife.
She’d had to change her entire attitude, no longer looking to use others, she now looked to be used. Especially by men with money… and even more especially older men with money.
She’d changed her style and routines, clubbing was out of the question, she spent her time at upscale bars and restaurants, the kinds of places where she could find the kind of man she was looking for.
She’d found Jim a couple of months ago and they’d hit it off instantly. He was a CEO of an old school construction company, filthy rich but socially inept.
She’d of course sucked his dick on their first date and since then he’d been using her holes quite often. His hands were calloused, and he liked it a little rough, which she enjoyed immensely. She encouraged him to slap her ass, squeeze her tits, and pull her hair as much as he wanted to.
In public of course he was the perfect gentleman, and she was the perfect docile doll. She smiled and giggled, differing to him in all things, hanging off his arm at all times.
She was happy, but deep down she knew this wasn’t what she had wanted. She knew that the man in the street that night had made her into this, but she also couldn’t imagine it being any other way.
Tamera snapped the selfie and before sending it to the client took a moment to look at herself.
She couldn’t believe how high her new implants sat on her chest, though she was quite happy with her latest round of lip fillers.
She hit send and a few moments later a reply came back, “Fuck… I’m on my way.”
A smile crossed her lips, or at least would have if the fillers in them would allow it.
She knew full well what had happened to her, the man in the street making her need to be paid for sex. It was a mixed blessing, on one hand she had been able to direct herself in a way as to minimize the damage, but on the other hand each and every time she took the cash a wave of shame crashed over her.
She knew Sandra wasn’t so “lucky”, Tamera had talked to her a month or so after that night and she hadn’t been aware of anything changing. It was so strange to see Sandra acting like nothing was different when everything about her was.
Tamera opened up her schedule and flicked over the next few days. She had two, sometimes three clients scheduled, but no more, which was more than enough to satisfy her needs, and keep her in a very comfortable lifestyle to say the least.
She walked out of the bathroom and into her living room, settling down to wait for her client, he’d be the first since her implants, and she wondered what it would feel like to have her new tits fucked. But more importantly, she wondered how it would feel to get paid to have her new tits fucked.
Sandra wiggled her ass and then bent over to pick up the tray and take it back into the kitchen.
She couldn’t believe how lucky she’d been to find a job when she had no skills and barely spoke english! And she even liked the “extra” duties she was expected to perform.
She entered the kitchen and put the tray on the counter, then placed the glasses in the sink, before heading to the fridge to put the bottle of wine away.
Being an illegal alien she’d only dreamed of getting this lucky, being a live in maid, all of her expenses taken care of, and lots of free time when her boss was away at work to watch porn and try and learn english.
She finished up in the kitchen and walked back out to the living room where her boss was reading his phone. She strutted over to him and sat on his lap, straddling his legs and facing him.
“Excuze moi, Sandra is… how you zay… horny little slut.”
He grabbed her ass, buried his face between her tits and soon she was bent over the arm of the chair with him fucking her pussy for all she was worth.
Iris waited in the lobby for the elevators, her sparkling top reflecting the lights and her shiny pants painted onto her ass.
In some ways she was the least changed of the four of them, she’d looked the others up on line over the last few months and was horrified at what she’d found.
The ding of the elevator caught her attention and she turned around and swayed her hips as she walked in, the bell boy following her with her massive cart of luggage.
Like before, Iris was a club babe, but unlike before she was now a famous club babe.
She had millions of followers, all eager to see her latest slutty outfits, her drunken makeout sessions, and her latest flings with the rich and famous.
It was a hard life, going from city to city, putting on a facade each night. At first she hadn’t really understood it. The man had said that they needed an attitude adjustment, but all that seemed to change for her was that she publicized herself now.
That seemed like a strange adjustment in comparison to the others.
It had taken her a while to figure out exactly what the rest of the adjustment was; she wasn’t just a famous club babe… she was a famous club slut.
It had ramped up slowly, such that she hadn’t really noticed, but soon enough she was sleeping with anyone that made a move on her in a club. Which only increased her fame, and her desire to club even more.
They arrived at the penthouse suite and the bell boy unloaded her luggage, she tipped him generously and got to getting ready for the night right away.
A few hours later she messaged her media manager and her film crew and they were off.
She hoped it would be a productive night, she hadn’t gotten anyone to let her suck them off in a club the last few times and her fansonly page was in desperate need of new content. If not, she had enough toys and other accessories back at the suite that she was sure she could get some good footage that would satisfy her followers.
