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Tomboy: All American Heroine

FEM Force Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 11

Everything happened too fast. Kelly sucked in deep, steadying breaths. Just thirty minutes earlier she’d be free and out to save her future. Then it all went south and now she’d had sex with three different men, and the last of them was her new pimp. Pimp as in he owned her like a slave, bought and paid for in cash.

Now she was a hooker. Lil Dog’s girl. His slave. 

Strange men were wandering up and down the long corridor, studying the women on display in the doorways of their rooms. The men were shopping for sex and the women all selling it. And now Lil Dog expected her to sex her body for his profit.

This is so wrong.

“Hey, my man,” Lil Dog called to the first man to approach. “Come over here.”

He was an average looking man in an ill-fitting blue suit. Kelly estimated him to about her father’s age of thirty-eight. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and had started to pack on a few extra pounds around the waist. Yeah, he had a dad body.

“Check this ho out, my man,” Lil Dog said, becoming all buddy-buddy with the potential john. “This sweet thing is Candy. So sweet, too.”

The man looked Kelly over with hungry eyes, but then his eyes locked on her titanic tits barely contained with her teddy. Being red lace, he could see her nipples and pussy. All Kelly could do as stand there with her red-booted legs pressed together, hands clashed tightly before her, and stare at him with big worried eyes. He didn’t seem to notice her fear and dread. Yeah, all he saw was a big pair of tits he wanted to get his hands on.

“Candy…” Lil Dog prompted.

Kelly didn’t understand at first. Her name wasn’t “Candy.” Okay, she understood he’d renamed her on the fly, but that might’ve been a good thing to work out with her beforehand. And now her chaotic mind struggled to stay coherent, much less decipher what her pimp wanted.

“H-Hi, Mr….?”

“I’m Ted.”

“Hey, Ted,” she said and managed a smile. “I’m Kel… Candy. Do you… Do you want a d-date with me?”

“Yes. How much?”

“F-Fifty dollars for a suck and fuck.”

He hesitated. Her face bloomed red. Was he going to reject her? 

“You’re a lucky man,” Lil Dog jumped in. “Candy girl here is barely eighteen, and freshly graduated from high school. She’s in her sexual prime, and ready to party with you.” He leaned in close. “This is her first night. You will be her first in every way.”

“Really?” Ted asked. He looked at Kelly. “You’re a virgin?”

Lil Dog nodded vigorously behind Ted’s back. Kelly stared at him, and mirrored that action by nodding. Ted’s excitement spread across his face as he dug into his pocket for the money. Kelly accepted two twenties and a ten with trembling hands. And then she turned and walked into the room, followed quickly by Ted.

He’d obviously done it before, because he went straight to a chair and started stripping. Kelly removed her red teddy, but left the jewelry and thigh boots on. Lil Dog said it was how hookers fucked. Ted didn’t seem to mind.

“I’ve been coming here for fifteen years,” Ted said, pressing up close and wrapping one arm around Kelly. Then his free hand started fondling her tits. “And you are the prettiest girl I’ve fucked so far. Your tits are amazing. Hell, your whole body is a wonderland.”

Ted came in for a kiss, making Kelly panic. She dropped to her knees post-haste.

“Just relax, baby, and I’ll take good care of you,” she said.

She found him already at full mast, and rock hard. Oddly, that made her happy after he hesitated hiring her earlier. Ted combed his fingers into her silky blonde hair, while she wrapped a delicate hand around his cock and stroked him firmly. At the same time, Kelly started giving him head. Just head. For some reason intense head felt less intrusive. And he would intrude her body in the most profound ways in just a few minutes.

“Okay. Okay,” Ted said urgently, pulling away from her. “You are too good, Candy. I don’t want to come before I have a chance to fuck you.”

Kelly stared up at him a moment. What man didn’t want to come in her mouth? Then she remembered Lil Dog said her job was done the moment a man shot his load. It didn’t matter if it was in her mouth, her pussy, or all over her butt. When she made him come, it was over.

Wow, I was about to let him come in my mouth and my vagina.

Kelly waited for Ted to lay face up in the middle of the bed, and then crawled up beside him. She played with his cock and balls while he buried his face in her tits and indulged himself. Ted spent a lot of time kissing, licking, and sucking on her tits and nipples.

Her john rolled on top of Kelly. She dutifully spread her legs, right hand going down to guide him into her pussy. Once nestled in at her entrance, Ted paused to stare down into her eyes. She felt like a deer in headlights as he slowly forced his cock into her body.

“Virgin, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m a virgin hooker,” she said. “You are my first.”

He nodded, a hardness creeping into his dark eyes as he started thrusting hard and fast. Since her body hadn’t completely recovered from her trysts with Jax, Sal, and then Lil Dog, Kelly reacted immediately. She gasped and clutched at him. Soon, her back bowed as the most insane feeling spiraled into her core with every thrust. Tiny sounds escaped her lips and she started rocking her head back and forth. 

Ted proved short and flexible enough to bend his face down to her tits. So he banged her long and hard, while sucking on her tits. His soft hands felt amazing fondling her. And her sensitive nipples came alive in his hot mouth. She started bucking, crying out.

“Oh God! Oh God!” Kelly cried out, green eyes huge. Her insides erupted like never before. “Aaaaaggghh!”

He continued to thrust into her pussy, while indulging himself with her tits. Kelly huffed and puffed under him, head spinning, body quivering. The afterglow felt awesome. So wonderful. For a moment, she felt at peace. And then she realized what just happened.

Only a real whore could enjoy prostituting herself that much. I’m really a whore, she thought, face heating up. I’ve taken money for sex. And I actually went through with it. I’m a stinking whore.

Kelly never imagined she become a prostitute. Though, stripper had occurred to her after her tits came in so huge. At least once a week some boy at school had asked her to strip dance for him. All through her last two years of school people would say it was a scholarship or Hot Chicks for poor-girl Kelly. Hot Chicks being the city’s strip club.

Strangely enough, she started thinking the same thing. Power of suggestion? Didn’t matter. It made her doubly determined to excel at softball and get that scholarship. And she accomplished her goal and avoided Hot Chicks employment, just to end up in down the street, on her back, inside Sin City.

I’ve screwed everything up, she thought. I’m a hooker now. Bought and paid for. A sex slave whore.

“Can I titty fuck you instead of missionary?”

That question jerked her rudely out of her dark reverie. Titty fuck? Was that a thing? If so, why? Worse, it sounded messy. But did she care? More importantly, her body was started to rise up again. He could very easily make her climax again before he came.

“Um, okay,” she said without thinking it through.

Her first trick didn’t hesitate or give her a chance to think about it. Ted pulled out and quickly straddled the trunk of her prone body. She winced when he plopped his sticky wet cock down the middle of her spread-open cleavage. He grabbed her tits, squeezing those plump melons even as he squashed them together over and around his dick. And then a look of pure bliss spread across his face as he humped her tits.

Kelly lay there, getting titty fucked, watching his cock head pop out of her cleavage over and over and over again. Until moments later, he thrust hard and held it. Ted’s dick head cleared her tits, and hot, viscous cum shot out all over her upper chest, neck and face. He came five times.

“Thanks,” Ted said, extracting himself. “That was as great as you look.”

Kelly watched him quickly dress and depart, still laying on the bed. Lil Dog came in as soon as Ted left. Her pimp scowled at her.

“Damn, girl, what did you do?”

“He wanted to titty fuck me.”

“Did you charge him extra?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t know,” she cried, starting to get a little angry. “You never mentioned titty fucking.”

“Fifty dollars buy them a suck and fuck,” the pimp said. “Anything else is at least twenty extra. Now get cleaned up.”

Shaking his head, Lil Dog left her alone in the room. Kelly showered again, did her hair and makeup, and put the red teddy and thigh boots back on. Lil Dog returned with a hot brunette in a black bra and thong set, garter belt, hose, and strappy stiletto pumps.

Kelly gawked. She knew that girl. April Turney was one grade ahead of her at Bisbee High. In fact, April left town on a soccer scholarship. She hadn’t heard anything about her since.

“This is Lola,” Lil Dog said. “She’ll chaperone you tonight.” He turned to Lola. “Train Candy for me. She totally screwed up her first job.”

The pimp left them alone. Lola ushered her back to the door. There was only one man on their floor, and he was chatting up the hot Asian girl down the hall. Kelly watched him warily, and breathed a sigh of relieve when they struck a deal and he followed her inside.

“Are you April Turney?” Kelly asked.

“Yes! Oh my God, you are Kelly Kingsley, aren’t you?” Lola said.

“I was,” she said. “Until Lil Dog renamed me Candy.” They were both silent a long moment, lost in their own dark thoughts. Kelly shook herself out of it. “How long have you worked here?”

“Three months,” Lola said. Her face turned red. “I might as well tell you, since someone will. All the other girls really like that I’m here.”

“Really, why is that? Because you were a popular athlete in high school?”

Lola grimaced. “No. Because I used to be a super heroine in Cleveland.”

Kelly leaned back, mouth dropping open. “What happened?”

Still looking embarrassed. “I immediately moved to Cleveland after I graduated from high school last year with an athletic scholarship to Cleveland State because practice started that summer. Within two weeks of my arrival, a FEM Fighter name Lady Justice recruited me to be a FEM Fighter. I was supposed to be her sidekick for two years, and then go out on my own. Only it didn’t go as planned. I was captured by a street gang ten days after I started. They auctioned me off on the dark web, and I’ve spent the last year as a prostitute in California, Texas, Florida, and now back to good ole Bisbee, Ohio.”

Lola explained how pimps and whore houses bought, sold, and traded hookers. After three months at Sin City, Lola expected to be sold and shipped out at any time. Indeed, her three months in Bisbee had been her longest stint as a hooker so far. She warned Kelly to expect to be sold out of state after a month or so.

An old man came up to them. Lola told Kelly to “take notes” and then went into her sassy spiel. She had that old man wrapped around her finger within minutes, promising two girls for the price of one. Only when they moved back to Kelly’s bed, it was the blonde doing all the sucking and fucking. Lola supervised, while teasing and flirting with the john. And that’s how the next five hours went, too. Lola promising a threesome, but only occasionally undressing once they moved to the bed. 

It was also where Kelly truly learned the profit of “Extra.” Only, she didn’t get to keep any of that money, either. By the time Lil Dog showed up late that night, Kelly and Lola had fifteen hundred dollars for him. And then he sent Lola away.

“She needs to earn her money, too,” Lil Dog said. “You don’t need no more training.”

Kelly immediately missed her. Now she had to deal with the men on her own, and no fun times between men. She earned the five hundred dollars more that Lil Dog demanded just before 3 AM. Closing time. 

There was a lone drunk on her floor at the time. Most of the girls were behind closed doors with their last john of the day, leaving four girls available for him. The man wore a Cincinnati Red’s cap and jersey. That reminded her that her personal favorite team, the Cleveland Indians, had played the Reds that afternoon. The Indians won by a score of 9 to 3. The man looked like he’d drowned his misery in his favorite adult beverage.

Please pick one of them. Please pick one of them, she prayed. Then his bleary eyes locked on her, and a big lusty smile spread across his flushed face. Oh crap.

Lola warned her about drunks. They made poor decisions, so were usually more trouble than they were worth. On top of that, drunks tended to have problems getting it up and keeping it up. Sometimes their minds wandered and they lost their erections.

“Wha’s your name, booful?” he slurred. His eyes never left her tits. “Nice titties.”

“Candy. Do you want a date?”

“How mush?”

“Fifty dollars for fifteen minutes,” she said. “Extra if it takes longer. You’re pretty drunk.”

“Hey, shut your mouf, bitch. Imma man,” he said, slapping his chest. “I’ll show you.” 

He swayed before her, struggling to get his wallet out. Then he slowly counted out fifty dollars. That included fifteen dollars in ones. Kelly accepted the money reluctantly. 

What happens if he passes out on top of me?

“So, did you go to the game today?”

Kelly asked the question in a hope of spoiling his fun. Maybe the question would sour him on her, so she could finally end her first night as a hooker. He did scowl at her.

“I’m a big Indians fan,” she said. “In fact, I played softball in high school.”

“Softball?” he sneered. “That’s not real baseball. That’s a game for stupid bitches and girly boys.”

Maybe it was his sneer. Maybe it was his superior attitude, and thus scorn for Kelly and the sport she loved. Maybe she was just tired of being manhandled, used, and abused. But something snapped. Kelly saw red, and a bright red, patent thigh-booted foot snapped straight up between his legs. As he bent over in abject agony, Kelly stepped into him and slammed her right elbow across the bridge of his nose. 

Nose shattered, the john fell straight back and wailed in drunken pain and rage. Kelly stared at him in shock a moment, just as surprised by what she’d done as the other three hookers on the floor. Lil Dog came charging up within seconds, and instantly blamed her.

And he pimp-slapped Kelly to the floor.

“On your knees, Candy!” the pimp snarled.

Kelly struggled to her knees before him. Her ears were ringing. Her eyes still burned with tears, but mostly she burned with shame, humiliation, and righteous outrage.

Lil Dog relaxed, a big smile on his face, thinking she’d accepted her fate. Boy was he wrong. Kelly’s right hand balled up into a tight fist, her green eyes narrowed, and she SLAMMED that fist into his big balls. Five times.

Lil Dog curled up into the fetal position on the floor next to the Red’s fan. Kelly didn’t hesitate. She pulled her daisy dukes up over the teddy, and then grabbed her sports bra and sneakers. 

Kelly strode purposely to the stairs, and then down. No one blocked her way. In no time she was out of the neon-lit red light district and heading home. Once she felt safe, she stopped to take off the boots and put on the sneakers. Yeah, those stiletto-heeled boots were not made for walking. But, she hung onto them.

Dammit. Was that my first super heroine setback? Yet, sweaty, sloppy and sticky with cum, she still felt afire, felt so alive and vital. Am I an adrenaline junkie or something? Or born to be a super heroine?