“Welcome Sir!” April’s voice said in a supper chipper way that sounds very strange to her.
Of course everything about her current predicament was strange. Here she was, standing in a hotel room, waiting for some man she’d never met before to arrive, dressed like a complete slut, and smiling like a lunatic.
She’d never done anything like this before and she wasn’t sure exactly how it had come to this. Yes, she knew she’d been deep in debt to the loan sharks, and yes, she knew they were going to recover their money somehow, but this was, well, strange.
Two weeks ago it had come to a head, her loan shark gave her a simple choice; get a broken leg and still owe them the money, or drink what was in a glass and when it was over be debt free.
Having no other option, and not wanting a broken leg, she’d downed the drink and things had faded to black pretty quickly.
She’d woken up some time later in a recovery room, bandages across her chest, throbbing in her face, and headphones over her ears. She was still groggy from the drugs they were pumping into her veins and that didn’t change for the first few days. Slowly things started to become more focused and the nurses got her up and moving, getting her to the bathroom for a shower, getting her walking around the room, etc.
It was at the end of the first week that she realized two things; the first was that she wasn’t arguing with any of the instructions that they gave her, and the second was that she had a permanent smile on her puffy new lips.
Not that she hadn’t noticed the giant new implants in her chest, it was just that was more obvious due to the bandages that had been wrapped around them since she’d regained any kind of conciousness.
The man, who was in his fifties at least but otherwise in pretty good shape, walked up to her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her right up against himself.
“Call me baby and act like you can’t keep your hands off of me.” he instructed and she felt a weird spinning in her head for a moment before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and planted a sloppy wet kiss on his lips.
“Oh god baby, I want to be all over your body!” she said when he finally broke the kiss.
His hand slipped down to her ass and grabbed hold firmly, “Yes! Grab that ass!” she cried out and then pulled her dress open to expose her tits, before she pushed them into his chest and rubbed up against him.
Before long she was face down on the bed, her ass up in the air, and his cock buried deep in her pussy.
It didn’t last long, he came inside of her, her own orgasm cresting, and by the time she recovered, he was gone.
She stood up and walked out of the bedroom to the bathroom, took a quick shower, cleaned up her makeup, and then returned, taking the same pose as she had beside the bed.
A sudden high pitched noise from the bedside table caught her off guard, but her eyes fluttered and rolled back into her head for a moment before the sound ended and they returned to their proper position.
“Welcome Sir!” April’s voice said in a supper chipper way that sounds very strange to her.
Of course everything about her current predicament was strange. Here she was, standing in a hotel room, waiting for some man she’d never met before to arrive, dressed like a complete slut, and smiling like a lunatic.
She’d never done anything like this before and she wasn’t sure exactly how it had come to this.
