Tammy’s eyes blinked rapidly and she raised her hand to her temple as she stood in the lobby. It only lasted a moment and when her eyes came to rest a smile crossed her lips.
“Message received, Unit 4573 will serve.”
Tammy then made a bee line for the elevator and got inside, pressing the button for the penthouse. Her instructions were clear, be arm candy for the resident in the penthouse, ensure he was the center of her attention, and to completely satisfy his needs until he dismissed her.
It was really no different than most of her nights, though part of this one would be in public, she was sure it would end the same way as all the rest.
Coming out to the west coast to seek her fame and fortune had gone horribly wrong for her when she’d taken a few questionable modeling assignments. She’d found herself whisked off to some remote location where they implanted a chip in her head that controlled her every action.
Most nights were little more than her prostituting herself, or more accurately the group that had abducted her prostituting her. But there were a few like tonight where she’d get to go out and experience a little bit of what could have been.
She wasn’t sure if those nights were better or worse in the long run, but at least in the moment she enjoyed them.
The elevator doors opened and she stepped out to a well dress man standing there, a smile crossed his face as he saw her and she sauntered over to him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders.
“Good evening Sir, I hope I am acceptable.” she said in a sultry tone.
He slipped his arm around her waist and grabbed her ass, giving it a squeeze, “Looks like it.” he replied.
Moments later they were back in the elevator and all she was wondering was weather he was going to fuck her pussy or her ass when they returned to his penthouse.
In her experience so far, guys that went for the ass grab first often used her ass. Which was fine, the chip in her head sent waves of pleasure through her body no matter what hole the clients decided to use.
