“Ribbit… ribbit.” Carla said as she squatted down on the matt.
Fuck, why did she have to get one of the weird ones?
She sighed internally as the control chip implanted at the base of her skull controlled her every move.
It wasn’t like he was even the first “weird” one she’d had that week, but really? A frog?
Her body hopped in place a couple of times, eventually turning around so she was facing away from him, then her ass wiggled a bit as she leaned forward and pushed it up into the air.
“Ribbit… ribbit!” her voice sounded as she felt his hands take hold of her ass and squeeze it. It wasn’t long before his dick was in her pussy and she was “ribbiting” with each stroke he made.
Her whole body shivered with her orgasm when his cum flowed into her, triggered by the control chip, but resulting in overwhelming pleasure none the less.
He left without saying a word, leaving her face down on the floor. The control chip didn’t make her move, she knew her next client wasn’t for a while yet, so she had lots of time to recover and get ready. Perhaps he’d be one of her “normal” ones… or perhaps not.
Either way she was years away from paying of her debt at the tax shelter, and no doubt she’d be back soon enough anyway as there were few options for a woman to earn enough to live free these days.
Eventually Carla got up and took a shower and afterwards mindlessly browsed the internet for a while on the shelter provided computer. She had to click away all kinds of popups encouraging her to “upgrade” her appearance, ostensibly to increase her earns and get out of the shelter sooner, but she knew it was a trap.
Sure she could earn more with a big set of fake tits, but the cost of getting them, which was of course added to her debut, along with stories she’d heard about other women who’d gotten the upgrades, always dissuaded her. Sure, they all made lots of extra money, but they all, to a single one of them, quickly because obsessed with their upgrades.
She’d heard stories that the powers that be used the chip to increase the pleasure and orgasms from the upgrades, leading to a vicious cycle that spiraled downwards from there, and she had no reason not to beleive them.
Instead she just accepted the fact that she’d be getting the “weird” ones, the ones that didn’t go for the blonde barbie doll looks, the ones that wanted something a little different.
One of her regulars like her to hop around like a bunny, another wanted her to lie completely still like a sex doll, another wanted her to bark like a dog. Others were even stranger, but she tried not to think too much about them.
A message popped up on her screen, “New recurring booking added to your schedule.”
She clicked on it and frowned a little, she’d be ribbiting a lot more in the coming weeks.
