It was amazing how fast things could change, just three months ago, the last time she’d been on this very pathway, she’d been running for her life from the authorities.
Now she was calmly seated in the middle of it, wearing towering heels that made running impossible, and waiting for someone to come by so she could offer the use of her body to them.
The first few times she’d been placed her, the chip in her head had done all the work. She’d fought it as hard as she could, but the constant punishment and rewards that were given out by it had slowly worn down her resistance. Now it hardly had to prod her into action most of the time.
She heard footsteps coming up behind her and a quiver ran through her, she sat up straighter, pushing her tits out just as the footsteps slowed and came to a halt beside her.
“Nice tits.” the man said looking down at her.
“Thank you Sir, would you like to fuck them?” she asked, knowing the script by heart.
“You’re from the Tax Shelter across from the park, right?” he asked without replying.
“Yes Sir, we’re having a 50% off sale as per the Affordable Living Incentives Act.” she replied with a smile.
The act was the latest attempt by the government to bring costs down for the average person, but all it meant for those in the Tax Shelter was that while the Shelter was being paid 50% less, she and the other girls were being paid 90% less against their tax burdens.
It was going to take forever to get out from under them, which of course she realized was the point.
“Stand up.” the man commanded and she carefully stood up, taking her time to get her balance.
“Turn around.” he commanded and she did.
“Bend over, spread the legs, let me see that ass.”
She obeyed every command, gripping her ass cheeks and giving them a pull to the sides as she stood there.
The man gave her ass a good hard slap, the sound echoing up and down the path along with the gasp and moan that escaped her lips. Neither were the result of the chip, it hadn’t taken long for her brain to associate a good hard spanking with pleasure under the tutelage of the chip.
He slapped her ass once more and then spoke, “All right, not bad. Stand up and turn around.”
When she did he had just gotten his phone out of his fanny pack and was tapping on it. After a few moments he spoke again.
“Alright, got the Tax Shelter site, what’s your ID?” he asked.
“Alice25.” she replied.
“Great, looks like you’re free after 7… there we go, all booked.” he said, put his phone back away, then grabbed a quick squeeze of one of her tits before turning and continuing his run down the path.
A shiver of pleasure coursed through her as she watched his fade into the distance, finally passing as he ran out of sight.
A slight feeling of regret came over her, the memory of her own run down the path crossing her thoughts, but the chip was fast, quickly correcting the stray thought and repositioning her back down onto the path, waiting for the next potential client.
