MARILYN
The man filled my throat with his cock and I almost choked on it before he pulled out and shot his cum onto my face.
"Suck it, bitch! Lick every drop of my cum, because I paid for that too" he instructs me in an annoyingly arrogant tone and as required of me as a sex worker that will get paid for getting fucked, I pushed my boobs forward and let him shoot his cum onto them, my tongue hanging out in the process.
Thanks to the blindfold I had on, he didn't see the tears threatening to fall from my eyes even going so far to the extent of slapping my cheeks with his dick, "Damn, you're good, bitch. Might ask of you next time" he said before going to the bathroom and I removed the gag defeated.
Tears rushed out my face uncontrollably and I collapse onto the bed in exhausted gasps. My pussy throbbed with pain, and my boobs tingled from his rough sucking.
A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom dripping wet and I quickly turned around to pull my blindfold on.
Here at Daughters of Jezebel Sex Parlour, sex workers like me are not allowed to show our faces to any clients that fucks us. No matter how much the fellow was offering to pay, our identity and face must be kept confidential and I guess that's why most men that I know in the past would never recognize me.
He got dressed and tossed a few cash bills at me, "I've already paid to the counter, but that's for you. You're a talented ass bitch"
"Thanks" I manage to mumble as he leaves.
I removed the blindfold and walked, on wobbly legs since I've been kneeling down and sucking his dick for a while now towards the bathroom.
Well, I used to be Dorothy McAllen. The daughter of a Beta, and a top actress, an Oxford first class graduate and siblings with a certified lawyer. But that name is dead to me now.
Here at Jezebel parlour like we call it, I'm just a prostitute. Marilyn Paltan, (our uniform surname) a face no one sees, a body any many fucks and a girl who has been broken and shattered.
I never chose this life. I only want to be different from my wealth and connection oriented family and become something different — A charity doctor but little did I know this would be the end of my dreams!
My parents and siblings refused to come save me or rather, they abandon me since I was like a stain to thier image. So Jezebel Sex Parlour became my home. The madam had said it that most of the girls here never leaves because their families and friends abandon them and I thought it's a joke until now.
Dad and Mum said they would only ucome save me if I agree to be what they wanted — A puppet for rich people who only craves power and wealth, so I chose to give them otherwise which is to disappear.
Now I only heal infected girls whose pussy had seen different dicks and not the poor and needy like I dreamt of.
I now exist under this gag and blindfolds while several dicks and hands claim my body.
I regretted what I did so much. Sometimes I consider killing myself, but it feels useless because no one would care. Not even my family. So I would hold myself back and go with the next man that comes for me.
After washing up, I dressed up half naked as expected of me and joined the other ladies in our yard.
"Hey Marilyn, how's the dick you just fuck?" One of them throws at me.
I rolled my eyes. I'm not interested in any chit chat but Madam Diana jaunts in her tone ferocious and uncaring as ever as she screamed her orders, "Four girls to Room 9 now!"
"Stop yelling old woman, it's not good for your health" Another whore castigates her but Madam Diana, the Madam of Jezebel parlour that has now become a mother figure to most of us, gestured at her, "Since you talked first, you must be amongst the four"
She turned around to leave and I proceed to my bed but she turned around again, "Marilyn!" Comes her thunderous voice that jerked me awake.
"Yes Madam?"
"Join them too"
"What?" I gasped and begin, "I just came back from room 4, I haven't slept all night and the money has been—"
"Will you stop lollygagging and get your blindfold on? Who cares if you're just coming from room 4?" Madam Diana cuts in with a very shack and toxic tone, "Lord Lucian wants four girls and we have to give him our best!"
"Are you saying were not the best?" Another whore chips in? "Must every important men ask for Marilyn alone?"
"Shut it!" Madam Diana quips back, "Y'all should have come from affluent families like her too. Not many men would want to fuck your cheap holes" That being said, she bolts out of the room leaving me to be scorned by the girls.
"Are you the only one from rich family?"
"What's special about your hole that we don't have?"
My family background again!!! They all know I'm from a good family but doesn't know which of the rich families. Only if they know how much I wanted to be gone from here.
All escape attempts went into failure and all trials to make Madam Diana understand that I didn't come here on my own was useless.
Nevertheless, I gripped the blindfold and exited the door after the three previous girls.
Only heavens whoever the Lord Lucian that I haven't heard of is. But as I walked towards room 9, I felt something I haven't felt after a long time — My wolf.
It surged inside of me as I placed my hand on the handle and the next thing I heard from her was, "Hey Dorothy, can you hear me?"
I sighed angrily. First time feeling wolf and the first thing to call me was that name? The name that did nothing to help me but spoil my life?
"Get lost" I muttered to myself expecting the wolf to hear. If I had felt this five years ago when I was twenty years old, my parents wouldn't have only celebrated it but boost about it that their daughter came out of age and might perhaps grant my wish of becoming what I want but she came now when I don't need it?
"Dori, I feel Our Mate"
Mate?
No.
Perhaps I was hallucinating. I shook off the thoughts and whatever voices it might be, either my wolf or whatnot and entered the room. I don't want to listen.
The three other girls were already there undressing themselves but the man at the end of the room stared at me as if he'd been expecting my arrival. I stared back at him too. Shocked that a man that looked respected like this could come to a brothel.
But why is my heart beating? Is it because my wolf appeared now? Or because of this man….?
"Dori. He's our mate".