“You cant’ leave me here you bastard!” Amber cried out as she sat on the edge of the bed.
David chuckled and smiled, “I think I can, after all you signed the contract yourself. I mean it’s not my fault you didn’t read the fine print.” he replied.
She wanted to stand up and slap him, but instead she just pouted and crossed her arms under her new tits.
She had thought she’d come up with the perfect plan when she’d caught David cheating on her, she’d married him for his money and the pre-nup seemed to be in her favour in the case of infidelity. She’d just assumed that the arbitration clause in such cases was a formality for her to get what she deserved.
Instead she’d spent a week at The Perfect Divorce Service being brainwashed into a perfect slut and whore.
And she meant that quite literally. Unless she was alone with David, like now, she acted like a sex crazed blow up doll.
The weeks that followed were spent at the salon, the gym, and the surgeon’s, until she now looked nothing like her old self. Well spent on those things and fucking for money.
She’d started advertising online, had a live stream, and even walked streets a bit looking for men to pay her for a quick blowjob or fuck in the back of their car.
Then just the other day, she’d received a message from David to meet him at the airport. She’d wanted to scream no at the top of her lungs and unleash a torrent of expletives in her reply, but instead she just send back a quick “Sure thing babe.” and packed a quick bag and headed out.
They’d flown to Vegas and she’d been walking the strip selling herself to anyone that was interested for whatever they wanted to pay.
David seemed happy enough to let her do her thing while he gambled a bit and enjoyed Vegas, but now he was leaving and he’d driven her far out into the desert to one of the brothels outside of Vegas.
He’d spent the last hour or so “negotiating” her contract with the brothel, she’d signed it without reading it, but she’d listened intently as the details were hammered out.
How many hours each day she would see clients, which “services” she was going to offer, what her quota’s were, how much each one would be charged, what percentage the brothel would take, how long the contract was for, and what “penalties” the brothel could impose if she didn’t meet her obligations.
It was utterly humiliating!
She was going to be stuck here for at least three years and the brothel had a option to extend her service another three if they wanted!
She didn’t think it could get any worse, until David spoke again.
“Now, I’ve got to go, but I want to give you one last thing to think about. While I’m gone you’re going to be the bimbo slut version of yourself full time, without a single second of being this version of yourself…” he said waiving his hands at her.
“…unless I come and visit you.” she shivered in the realization of what that meant.
“So here’s the deal…” he continued, “You’re going to send me photos each day of yourself, the most humiliating, degrading, slutty photo’s you can make. If I like them, then once every couple of months I’ll come out and visit so that this version of Amber can complain and whine about how much of a bastard I am while I fuck you.”
“You… you… bastard…” she half heartedly spat at him, trailing off at the end.
“Yes, yes I am. And you knew that well before we married.” he replied.
Her shoulders slumped and her head fell forward a bit, it was true, she’d known it from the moment she’d met him, but she hadn’t cared. All she’d cared about was his money.
He turned to leave, heading towards the door of her new living arrangements at the brothel, the turned at the last moment with a wicked grin on his lips.
“And by the way… I’d suggest finding some regulars willing to pay for some upgrades to those tits. I won’t come and visit if they don’t grow at least two cup sizes a year.” he said and then quickly left, leaving her there gawking at the door as it closed behind him.
The bimbo Amber resurfaced and a smile crossed her lips as a giggle escaped them. She bounced up and down on the bed in joy and let out a squeal, “Yeah! Like, I’m a real whore now! giggle“
The she bounced up off the bed and headed out to the main area of the brothel to see if she could find her first real client.
