Tomboy: All American Heroine (Chapter 10) (Patreon)

Tomboy: All American Heroine

FEM Force Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 10

All three just sat there and basked in the afterglow. Kelly looked around, but the windows were all steamed up. Bright, multi-colored flashing lights illuminated the surrounding windows. It reminded her of Christmas.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Elmer Street,” Sal said. “Next to Sin City.”

“The red light district?” Kelly asked. “You promised to let me go!”

“We lied,” Sal said. She stared incredulously at him. He shrugged with a grin. “They don’t call me Sal the Snake for my bubbly personality, girl.”

“Yeah, you just got bit by the snake, babe,” Jax said, and the two men laughed.

They zipped up, and Jax dragged Kelly out of the car. Together, the men got her daisy dukes back on, and then pulled her sports bra back down to cover her boobs. 

Kelly looked at the notorious brothel with rising dread. Sin City’s four-story century old red brick façade was lit up by small spotlights, with red electric candles in every window. Red light district Indeed.

She struggled with her wrist bindings, while trying to shake loose from their tight holds of her arms. They manhandled the beautiful blonde with practiced ease, forcing her closer and closer to her dark fate.

“No, no, no!” Kelly cried. “I can’t be a hooker. I’m going to college on a scholarship!”

“Not anymore, bitch,” Jax snarled. “You fucked that up when you attacked us.”

“Please. I’ll do anything you ask,” she cried. “My father will be heartbroken.”

They just laughed. Finding out his daughter became a hooker would be devastating for her father, but nothing compared to the shock and horror he’d feel when Jessica released all those sex tapes on her phone. Those sex tapes would seal Kelly’s fate.

I have to find a way to escape and be there for Jessica!

Sal and Jax forced her inside the infamous brothel, stopping just inside the doors. Kelly could see it had once been a hotel. The check-in counter sat directly ahead. The lobby was turned into a garishly decorated brothel parlor, complete with red and purple velvet furniture, with way too much gold-plating going on all around her.

There had to be two dozen men in there. Some were dressed in suits and ties, while most were in jeans and t-shirts. The working class men and executives ignored each other, directing all of their attention on the bevy of young beauties fawning over them. The women mostly wore skimpy panties and bras, or even sexier lingerie. She spotted a Latina in black leather, and a black girl in gold latex as well.

The rap music was loud and the air filled with cigarette smoke.

“Here comes Lil Dog,” Jax said.

A large, well-dressed African-American man practically strutted up to them. Kelly did a double take on him. Who walked like that? It was almost cartoonish, yet Lil Dog looked more like a successful businessman in that dark gray suit. Well, he was wearing quite a lot of gold jewelry.

“What do we have here, my man?”

Lil Dog cupped Kelly’s face, before running his thumb across her lower lip. The look he gave her said he really wanted a taste.

“This hot little cunt attacked us out of the blue,” Jax said. “Totally ruined a perfectly good night of work, so we thought we’d cash her ass in so the night’s not a complete bust.”

Kelly’s sports bra was pulled completely off by Jax, while Sal quickly pushed her shorts down around her ankles. The blonde beauty stood with a shocked look on her face as the pimp ran his hands all over her body, squeezing, stroking, caressing, and, yes, sticking fingers where he had no business exploring.

“She smells like warmed over sex,” Lil Dog said.

“Yeah, we spit roasted her for our troubles,” Sal said, grinning.

Lil Dog laughed. And then they haggled for a few minutes before agreeing upon a sales price. Kelly almost swooned when Jax and Sal sold her to the pimp for fifteen hundred dollars cash.

Jax and Sal accepted their money, swatted her on the butt, and left laughing. Lil Dog watched them depart, before shoving her viciously back against the wall. His fierce face pressed in close, forcing her to avert hers.

One hand roughly grabbed a naked tit, squeezing it hard. She gasped, eyes huge. He kissed her cheek, before bending down to suck on her nipple a moment.

“What’s your name, babygirl?”

Lil Dog pinched and rolled her sensitive nipple, making her cry out.

“K-Kelly.” She struggled against her wrist bindings again. “What you’re doing is illegal. It’s human sex trafficking. A felony. You could go to prison.”

“What are you, a reporter? Cop?” Lil Dog asked. He paused, looked her up and down. “With that righteous set of tits, I’d guess a super heroine.”

“If I had super powers you’d be flat on your back,” she snapped, green eyes flashing her fury. 

“Whoa, Nelly. Simmer down, my little wanna be heroine,” he laughed. “You realize, don’t you, that most super heroines end up right where you are right now? Hookers. Sex slaves. I have two ex-super heroines working for me right now.”

Kelly froze, gawking up into his smug eyes. For some reason she didn’t think he was joking or lying. 

The big pimp surprised the blonde beauty by palming the back of her head, and pulling her lips up into a fierce, demanding kiss. A kiss that sent hot tingles rippling through Kelly’s already oversexed body. She froze at first, but then started trying to break free to no avail.

“God help me,” she whispered when he finally released her lips.

Lil Dog just barked a laugh and led the naked blonde up the stairs to the second floor. Hot chicks stood in most of the doorways. All were dressed in lingerie and heels, while men wandered up and down the hallways looking the merchandise over. Every man on that floor turned hungry eyes on the naked new girl. 

The pimp took her down to the last room on the right, dumped her clothes on the dresser, and then pulled off her sneakers. He untied her wrists, at long last, and forced Kelly to take a quick shower while he watched. Then she was ordered into a pair of red patent thigh boots with sky high stilettos, and a lacy red teddy that did almost nothing to hide her sexy parts. The nether closure was Velcro, which told her way too much.

“This is so wrong,” Kelly said. “How could you buy women like this, and force us to prostitute ourselves?”

“It’s my life’s calling, girl,” Lil Dog said. He pulled out his dick. Kelly’s breath caught at the size of that monster. “Kneel. Kiss it.”

Kelly slowly dropped to her knees. Anger flared. Everyone was treating her like shit. They used and abused her even more callously than Jessica, Brad, and Malik. And worse, as soon as she actually started working as a hooker for that slime bag Lil Dog, then all of her hopes and dreams were over. 

She reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft.

“This is all so wrong,” she whispered, feeling sick and eyes burning as her face heated up. Kelly pressed her lips to the hot fleshy dick head, and gave it a lingering kiss, eyes squeezed shut. “So very sick and depraved.”

“Sick and depraved are your new stock and trade, babygirl,” Lil Dog said. “Show me what you can do.”

All of the sexy things Jessica, Brad, and Malik had demanded, had taught her, filled her head. Instead of just going down on Lil Dog, Kelly swirled her hot, wet tongue around the head of his dick. Then she tickled his sensitive pisshole with the tip of her tongue. All the while, the eighteen year old blonde stared up into his very pleased eyes.

“You got some skills, babygirl,” he said. Lil Dog palmed the back of her head. Kelly’s insides melted at that moment, because she knew what was about to happen. She opened wide, and he pushed her forward. His long, black cock slowly slid into her mouth. Deeper and deeper it went, until her green eyes widened and she started gagging. “Still some skills we need to work on.”

Kelly moaned and groaned, feeling her face heat up again as she bobbed up and down his shaft. One hand stroked his cock around the base, while her other fondled his ginormous hairy balls. She wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it, until she felt his cock swell even more inside her mouth. And then he grunted, and hot cum flooded in.

“Swallow,” he demanded. She obeyed. “Now lick me clean. Very clean.”

Kelly spent the next ten minutes licking and sucking on his cock and balls. Ten long minutes of “cleaning him up.” And then he pulled her back to her booted feet by her hair, before taking her back into the small attached bathroom.

“Fix yourself up bright and pretty for your costumers.”

She found cosmetics in the vanity drawer. Kelly did her best, making up her face as slutty as Lil Dog demanded. He gave her extra large hoop earrings, a lacy red choker, and some cheap bangles for her wrists. And finally he dragged her over to the room’s door, and told her the prices she’d be charging for each sex act.

“Signed, sealed, and delivered,” Lil Dog said, and then sighed in satisfaction. “Congratulations, Kelly, you’re a prostitute. You’re my working girl.”