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From Trick to Treat By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 2 "You whine like a little bitch already," said Katrina as she grasped his arm. "I'm sure your girlfriend will help you with all that. Now come on, she's dying to see you." "Holy shit. No fucking way!" screamed Millie as they brought him out of the backroom. "What a job you ladies did. Amazing! I can't even believe it's Tim under there!" "Thank you dear, but of course Tim won't be with us this evening," said Katrina, proud of her work. "I'll like you to meet Tiffany." "Tiffany?" whined Tim. "I've always loved that name," said Millie, looking at his nails as she lifted his hands and then touched his hair.. "Damn, Tiffany is so hot, but you do need your roots done, girlfriend." "Maybe you two can get them done together," cracked Veronica, looking at Millie. "Make an appointment for next week and I'd be happy to help." "Sounds good, but I'd never make the sexy blonde that our friend Tiffany does. She turned out so hot, but also so slutty," said Millie, touching his dress as she circled him, taking in his new look. "I mean he really makes such a believable call girl. How ya feeling, Tiff?" "How do you think!" Tim replied. "I'm sick to my stomach. Just take me home. I can't go out like this, and I don't want to be called Tiffany." "Oh stop it!" said Millie slapping his ass. "You'll be fine, my sexy girl. Now you've come this far, so loosen up and have fun with it. No way am I taking you anywhere but to the party." "Great," sighed Tim as he took a few steps towards her wobbling, as Veronica helped him walk. "Come on sexy girl. It's time for me to take my little whore and hit the road!" teased Millie as he took a few steps towards her, staggering as Veronica let him go, forcing him to adjust to his heels. "Don't forget your purse dear," said Katrina. "I loaded it with your essentials." "I had to park two blocks away, so it'll give you a little practice in those boots," said Millie, opening the door for Tim. She walked next to him as he slowly but surely made his way to the car. She couldn't help staring at him and giggling during a fairly silent ride as she took him to the party. "Just have fun and text me later, and I'll come pick you up when the party is over," said Millie, pecking a quick kiss on his lips and licking hers. "Yum, I'm definitely borrowing that lipstick." "It's all yours honey in few hours," said Tim, cracking open the car door and swinging out his legs. "Oh, and if I were you, I'd remember to tug that skirt down a little when you sit. It's pretty short, honey," Millie smiled at him. "You've got to try to sit in a ladylike manner with your legs crossed. Have fun, you little hussy." Tim shook his head as she waved and pulled away with a smirk. He turned and walked into the party, seeing superman and a princess in front of him as he walked in the door. He looked up as he entered, seeing a fat ugly woman greeting everyone as they checked in. "And you are?" said the husky voice. "Mr. Watson?" said Tim, smiling at seeing his boss in drag. "Tim?" said Mr. Watson, as they both laughed. "Well at least I'm not the only one in drag," Tim laughed. "I feel a little better now." "I don't," Mr. Watson looked him up and down. "You look pretty damn good as a girl. Who the hell would have guessed!" "Thanks, I guess sir," Tim replied. "Well, I got the bad draw, picking a prostitute, so what can you do." "Well, I didn't do much better, picking a fairy," said Mr. Watson, as he was in a pink and green fairy outfit with full makeup and a little red wig. "See you later Tim. Enjoy tonight." "Of course sir. You too," Tim chuckled as he went in to the party. "Look, look," said Peggy, shaking Heather as they saw Tim enter. "HO -LY SHIT Heather." "OMG," said Heather, as they hugged each other jumping and laughing before they ran over to Tim. "So, who is this little vixen? Didn't I see you on my way here on the corner of Hollywood and Vine?" asked Heather, who was dressed as a Sheriff,twirling her fake cuffs around. "Hope I won't have to use these on you." "Stop that Sheriff Heather," said Peggy, who was dressed as Southern Belle. "I think you're mistaken our friend here for that girl that we saw in that movie with Richard Gere." "Very funny girls," said Tim, shaking his head. "I bet it was one of you that stuck the hooker tag in the damn hat." "You're a hooker? I didn't know you were a hooker," said Heather, taking a single and stuffing it into the top of his left stocking. "Consider this a deposit for some services when I get off duty later." "Good idea booking now, because I think she's going to be popular," said Peggy, looking him up and down and laughing. "I mean honestly, I think you're way hotter than any girl here, including me. It's a pretty amazing transformation. Who would have thunk it?" "Not me," said Tim as they began drinking. Tim relaxed and made light of his situation as they began drinking. A bunch of his co-workers came over in their costumes and they all drank, having some laughs and poking fun at each other. His friend Jake was dressed as the Hulk and pretended to mount him from behind, before Matt from accounting, who was dressed as Hercules, made him kneel in front of him and pretend to lift his costume and give Hercules some head. They all enjoyed the party and became quite drunk as the night wore on, until a cowboy came over to them. "Well, how much for a good time honey," said an obvious young voluptuous woman dressed as a cowboy. "I don't know if you can afford me," said Tim, playing along. "I'm very expensive." "Now, you're my kind of woman then," said the cowboy. "Why don't you call me Woody, because a fine young woman like you is giving me some wood. What's your name little philly?" "Ok then, Woody," said Tim, cracking up. "They call me Tiffany." "Well, let's drink to that Tiffany," said Woody as they did a few shots. They drank together as his friends gave him some space, seeing the young drunk woman and Tim enjoying some flirtation. After a few more cocktails, they seemed to get really close as she downed another shot. "Consider this a deposit for future services," said the cowboy, shoving a hundred dollar bill between his breasts. Tim looked down shocked, and before he knew it, her arms were around him and her tongue was in his mouth. It was weird feeling the fake mustache scraping his face as they kissed passionately. They were all over each other for a few minutes until Peggy and Heather interrupted them. "So I'm sorry, but I'll need to borrow my friend Tiffany for just a minute, cowboy," Peggy dragged him off. You might want to wipe off that lip gloss, it just doesn't look right on a cowboy." "Are you insane, Tim?" said Heather as they dragged him into the ladies room. "Why, she looks hot under that cowboy suit," said Tim as they wiped off his smudged gloss. "That's Mr. Watson's wife, you idiot," said Peggy. "She's hammered, but luckily he didn't see you." "Holy shit. I didn't know," yelped Tim. "No shit, Sherlock!" said Peggy. "Did you really need all this for effect?" Heather rummaged through his purse and took things out. Heather emptied his purse onto the bathroom vanity, placing a large makeup case, followed his wallet, a whip and a rubbery dildo. "I had no idea about those," said Tim as she fixed his lips. "Yeah sure you didn't, but I can't say I am shocked Tim." Heather plucked the hundred from his cleavage. "Now stop talking and let me just fix you up before someone notices your smudged lips." "Thanks," said Tim as they freshened up his makeup and straightened his shirt. "But seriously, those aren't mine. They put them in my purse without me knowing." "Whatever Tiffany," said Heather, rolling her eyes. "I texted Millie from your phone to come pick you up. I think you should get out of here before that little hammered whore can hit on you again." Peggy shoved his phone back in his purse. "She said to meet her outside." "You certainly don't deserve her after what you did tonight," said Heather, annoyed with him. "It just got away from me, Heather," said Tim dismissing her and rolling his eyes at her now. "Shit happens some---" "Sorry, it just got away from me Tiffany," Interrupting him as she shoved the dildo right in his mouth. "Oops! But I think that's what you bought it for didn't you? You fucking whore!" Heather stormed out as Peggy just shook her head as Tim pulled the dildo from his mouth in disgust. Peggy tossed it in his pocketbook and handed it to Tim as he stood there embarrassed. You know she really likes Millie. That's all," said Peggy. "Get moving, she should be here by now and I'll see you at work on Monday." Tim felt like an idiot and left the ladies room with Peggy and headed outside. He was happy to see Millie waiting for him at the curb as she greeted him with a quick kiss and they drove off. "So, how was your night as a chick, honey?" asked Millie, happy to see him. "Wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," said Tim. "Everyone was in ridiculous costumes, so we just got drunk and had some laughs." "See, I told you it would be fine." Millie pulled into a gas station. "Fill it with regular please." "Ding, ding, ding," went Millie's phone as she received several messages and began scrolling. "Look at all these blackmail pictures and tweets," said Millie, laughing as she scrolled through them. "I like this one of the Hulk banging you in the ass. How nice. Oh, and I see you like your men big and strong." "We were just goofing around. Where are you seeing those?" said Tim, getting upset. "Your friend Jake, and that weird mailroom guy, and here's one from Ronald. I know I'm glad you finally got a sense of humor, honey," said Millie, kissing him gently before resuming her scrolling and then she began to get upset. "Wait, what the fuck is that? Are you making out with a guy? Holy shit, you are?" "No, I was not," replied Tim as he tried to grab the phone. "Holy shit, Tim," said Millie, playing a video now. "You're fucking making out with a girl with a moustache, dressed as a cowboy. I can see her tits. You fucking pig. This shit is all over facebook and twitter already." "Honey, I was drunk," said Tim, trying to explain as Millie broke down crying. "How could you? I trusted you," cried millie. "Get the fuck out," said Millie, tossing his pocketbook out the window. "Get the fuck out right now." "Millie please!" cried Tim. "Fuck you, and I never want to see you again," said Millie, throwing his phone out the window now as well. "Use the hundred I saw between your tits, and call a cab asshole." Tim got out, retrieving his phone and his pocketbook as he couldn't believe what had happened. Embarrassed by the scene, he walked away from the gas station and down to the corner as he took out his phone and called a cab. "Yes, I need a cab please. I'm right outside Burbank, near Hollywood," said Tim to the dispatcher. "Forty five minutes? Really?" "Sir, if you can't wait, walk a few blocks to Hollywood blvd, and you can hail one there pretty quickly," said the dispatcher. "Fine!" said Tim annoyed as he hung up. "I guess I'll do that." Tim put his head down, avoiding any eye contact as he was self- conscious, clicking his heels on the pavement as he made his way down to the main strip. He could see the wandering eyes here and there checking him out as he kept to himself. He put his hand up, attempting to hail a cab as one after another passed him up. "How about it, baby?" said a small wimpy man, approaching him. "What can I get for a hunde?" "You can get an ass kicking," Snapped Tim as his deep voice startled the guy and he was scared off. Tim continued to try 3 or 4 times as cabs just passed him by, as his frustration was mounting. He looked across the street, seeing a large white limo pull up and a large black man got out, coming towards him as he nervously looked away. "Tell Lucius I'm not taking this shit," said the man "Get off my corner, bitch!" "I have no idea what you are talking about? I'm not looking for any trouble?" Snapped Tim. "I just got here. I'll be out of here as soon as I catch my ride." "Don't pull this dumb blonde shit with me, bitch," said the man, grabbing his arm firmly. "I know you know this is my territory, and you know you are asking for trouble working this corner. I'm gonna call your boss right now." "Hey, leave me alone," whined Tim, as the man took out his cell phone. "You're hurting me." "Lucius, It's me Leon! What the fuck is up going on man?" said the man into his phone. "I've got one of your tranny bitches down here in my territory. This is bullshit. We had an agreement." "And we still do. She's not mine," said Lucius. "I've only got two trannies, and they're at a bachelor party as we speak. She's probably on her own." "Ok, we're cool then. I'll handle it," said Leon, hanging up and starting to walk across the street as he put his arm around Tim. "Sorry, honey, it was my mistake. I thought you were working for Lucius." "Wait, where are we going?" asked Tim as Leon dragged him through traffic. "To my office, baby," said Leon, as the driver opened the limo door. "No thanks," said Tim, getting frightened. "I think you are seriously mistaking me for someone else." "Leon doesn't make mistakes about the ladies," said Leon, as Tim looked up, seeing two large body guards staring at him now. "Now get in and let's talk business." The two large men lifted Tim from the ground as the limo driver opened the door. He had no choice but to enter the limo as the two guards followed, sitting on each side of him before Leon got in and the door closed. "So listen baby, since you're going to be one of the ladies in this neck of the woods, then you'll be working for me and that's not negotiable," said Leon. "From this point forward, you are my property, and I'll tell you when and where to work. I'll set your wardrobe up and give you the pricing for our customers. All this solo shit is over with." "Wait, you think I'm working the corner," said Tim, letting out a nervous giggle. "Are you an actual pimp?" "Ok, this is all a big misunderstanding, sir. I'm a guy in a costume," said Tim. "You see, I just came from a party and well it's a long story, but my girlfriend and I had a fight, so I ended up here." "So what's your name, baby?" said Leon, snorting a line now. "I'm Tim." "No, what's your name when you're dressed baby," said Leon, motioning with his hands. "Well, I was just Tiffany tonight, but that was just..." said Tim as Leon put his finger over his mouth and took his purse. "Tiffany, I like that. It suits you," said Leon, nodding his head as he looked through his purse. "I could use a Tiffany in my little harem." "Thanks, but it was just a party, and you see I got roped into this whole hooker thing," Tim mumbled. "It's a long story. Harem? What do you mean harem?" "And I imagine it must have been an interesting party tonight, Tiffany," said Leon, taking a large vibrator and a black whip from his purse and tossing them on Tim's lap. "Because guys going to costume parties in drag always need these." "They must have put them in my bag. They aren't mine," cried Tim as his eyes widened as Leon pointed a gun at him. "What's that for? Please, I want no trouble." "You work for me now," said Leon as he unzipped his pants. "And you start immediately." "I'm not a prostitute, Mr. Leon. This is all one big mistake," said Tim as they now grabbed his arms pulling them behind his back and pushed him forward on to the limo floor on his knees. "Serve your master bitch, or prepare to die," Leon cocked the trigger against the top of Tim's head. Tim now felt his wrists being bound behind his back and he began crying. Leon now lifted his chin and then tightly grabbed the back of his hair, forcing Tim down into his lap. He was in complete shock, grossed out by the vulgar smell of Leon's sweaty pubic area as Leon took his semi-erect cock, snacking it violently against Tim's face until finally he was fully erect. "Open up and show some respect bitch, or this will be Tiffany's last time on this earth," said Leon as he squeezed very hard on Tim's neck now. "Please Leon," "Ple--" "Good girl," said Leon, as he forced himself inside Tim's mouth now as Tim began panicking. "Bite me, and I'll kill you bitch," said Leon. Leon controlled the pace as he was enjoying being the puppet master, pushing and pulling at Tim's neck. He would speed up and slow down the pace as Tim was adjusting to breathing through his nose as he was scared for his life, feeling Leon penetrating deeper and deeper into his throat with his cock. After a few minutes, Leon picked up the pace, ramming himself as far as he could and soon he tensed up as Tim felt the rush of liquid choking him as he tried to pull back, but Leon held him tightly before finally letting go. "Lick up every fucking drop, or I'll blow your brains out bitch," said Leon as Tim gasped for air before having no choice but to lick Leon's cock like a dog. "You're my bitch now. Get used to it and obey!" "Please, Leon, this can't be happening," whined Tim, trying to catch his breath. "I have a life and a job and I'm not a." "I told you to shut up bitch, and obey!" said Leon as he shoved a ball gag into Tim's mouth.. The men fastened it tightly behind his head as he began crying as they were laughing at his amusement. Finally, the limo pulled up and the door opened as they helped him out into a scary, ghetto type area. They held him by each arm as they walked down the stairs of a dim alley into a basement apartment, as he could barely stop quivering. He was lead down a hallway and then into a large bedroom as his eyes popped wide open, seeing some large shackles at the head board of the large king sized bed with purple satin sheets. They untied his wrists and forced him on the bed before quickly shackling his wrists and ankles as he lay there bound, looking at the ceiling before they switched off the lights. Finally, after what must have been a few hours trembling in the dark, the some dim lights where switched on as Leon entered the room and closed the door. Tim looked up, seeing Leon texting on his phone and struggled,but was barely able to move as he stretched his neck, watching Leon walk around the room. As he got to the foot of the bed, he stood there looking straight ahead at Tim, smiling before pushing up Tim's tight skirt a bit and releasing the snaps between his legs. "Yeah, just as I thought," said Leon, as Tim tensed up, feeling Leon's fingers pushing at his anus. "Nice and tight." Leon walked across the room, switching some loud rap music on and then Tim was startled even more as Leon was holding a remote in his hand as Tim's ankles were being elevated. He no longer had to stretch his neck to see his legs being elevated and stretched wide open before Leon returned, standing between them. He felt a cool sensation at the crack of his ass before Leon grabbed each of his thighs and he felt initial penetration, sending a rippling feeling through his body. Leon was smiling as he looked straight ahead into Tim's panicked eyes as he began slowly thrusting as Tim's body swung back and forth freely under Leon's control, with his backside slightly elevated from the bed. It was a helpless feeling as Tim felt the pain of Leon tearing into him as he enjoyed manhandling Tim and pounding his ass. After what must have been fifteen minutes, he felt the warm sticky substance running down his legs and immense relief as Leon pulled out. He stepped away now and clicked the remote, lowering his legs back down to the bed as his ass and back were burning in pain. "Were going to have to go with waterproof mascara," Said Leon, wiping Tim's cheek. "Now get some rest. You've had a busy night. This will help relax you." Tim looked up, seeing Leon holding up a hypodermic needle, which moments later was injected into his left buttock as he passed out. He had no idea how long he was out, until he was startled awake. "How's my Tiffany doing this morning?" said Leon, as he felt him tapping his cheek, awaking him. "Help, let me go," mumbled Tim, as his throat was extremely sore. "Yeah, not so pretty in the morning," said Leon, rubbing his hand over the little stubble on his chin. "I'll take care of that, my little precious flower. Your Sugar daddy is definitely here to help you, Tiffany." "What," mumbled Tim, trying to move and blinded by some bright lights. "Where am I?" "Damn, you really are a rookie," said Leon, as he looked at Tim. "I could tell by the weak bj you gave me, but now that I've read your text messages, and listened to your voicemail, I've taken care of all your issues." "Huh?" mumbled Tim, lifting his chin and seeing himself covered by some blue sheets. "What I'm saying is that I checked out your little story, and it's obviously true. I can hardly believe you really aren't a real tranny, but just a man dressed as a hooker, but that created this little opportunity for both of us," Leon said with a huge grin. "So I said to myself, we just can't waste a talent like you, so I've decided we won't since I could really use a girl like you. I texted back and forth with your girlfriend,and you'll be happy to know it's over and she never wants to see you again. Plus, I traded emails with your boss as 'you' and it's a shame, but you've been fired. You see, these are the little things that happen when you cheat on your girlfriend with the boss's wife. He's pretty pissed off." "No fucking way!?" whined Tim. "I'm fired, and my girlfriend is gone. You're bullshitting me. Let me go." "Am I?" Said Leon chuckling as he held up Tim's phone, allowing him to read some emails. "This email has been going back and forth for a week." Tim was stunned. "What day is it? How long have you had me here?" "You'll need a little clean up, but it's time to get you up and around Tiffany," said Leon, pressing a button as the head of his bed began rising. "I've made a sizable investment in you my dear, and with just a bit more tweaking, you've got potential to be one of my best. You're ready for your new career! As he began slowly rising up into a semi-sitting position, Tim immediately noticed the two mounds protruding from his chest, which looked much bigger than the previous fake ones. He started shaking and could now see the straps around his body pinning him to the bed and looked over,seeing the IV in his arm. He wiggled his toes, watching the sheet ruffle below and felt the rage through his body as he looked around, realizing he was in a makeshift hospital room. He instinctively tried moving his hands to pull himself up, but realized it was held firm by some form of cuff as tears filled his eyes. "No need to worry about that, Tiffany," Leon snickered. "We just fixed you up where it matters." "Fixed what!" screeched Tim. "Please, you've violated me enough. Let me out of here!" "Cool your jets, baby," said Leon as Tim felt some discomfort on his chest as he slid off the sheets. "You're going to amazing when we dress you up. Top of the line." Tim looked down with the sheets pulled off, seeing his two mounds wrapped inside a set of bandages under his hospital gown. Looking down past them, he could see the bulge in his simple white panties feeling some relief as it was still there, before noticing a butterfly on his right ankle. "Let's get you up and walking a bit," said Leon, as they unstrapped him and removed the iv. "I'm sure you're dying to see the new you." Tim was wobbly but happy to stand as a large man held each of his arms as his feet hit the floor. His body felt like he was in a car wreck as Leon pulled a sheet from a large mirror as he couldn't utter a sound staring at himself. Immediately he looked at his face with just a touch of morning stubble which looked so bizarre when combined with apparent eyeliner and some bandages on his face. He took his finger, reaching up and touching his swollen red lips and then instantly felt his nose, which was tremendously tender under some tape strips. He took both hands, cupping his breasts and then almost jumped, feeling their extreme tenderness and realizing completely that they were no longer fake. He was shivering as they steadied his frame, he looked thinner and then couldn't help but notice some of his new ink where the gown was slightly open on his back as he twisted, looking at his rear reflection. "This all can't be real," whined Tim. "Tell me it's a dream." "Well, I'd say you'll be dreamy to most men, my Tiffany," Leon grinned. "You're my latest investment. You see, you fill a big need for me baby. I'm losing customers to my competition, and when you hit the streets you're going to help me get them back. From what I've seen, they've got nothing this good." "What are you saying, Leon?" said Tim. "This is nuts. I was just a guy in a costume." "Not anymore honey," said Leon, untying his hospital gown. "You're my possession now, and there's no turning back. We'll clean you up a bit, and you'll be ready for work." "Stop, I'm no one's possession." Tim was stunned. "Let me go. Get all this shit off me! "Take a better look Tiffany. These are all yours now," said Leon, as the hospital gown hit the floor. "All of this is the new you." "Please no!" whined Tim in total shock. "No is a word that won't be in your vocabulary any more Tiffany," said Leon, unravelling the bandages on his breasts. "You're a 'yes' girl now." Tim couldn't even breathe, touching his new sensitive exposed mammoth breasts with his long red nails, which he couldn't believe were actually part of him now. He slid his right hand down, touching his private area giving him the slightest sigh of relief as his private area was unchanged under his little white panties. He softly flicked his new dangling rhinestone naval ring and turned his hips, getting the full view of the gothic tribal rose and vine tramp stamp at the base of his spine above his ass. He stepped closer to the mirror, seeing the dark circles next to each of his eyes, pulling away the little bandage, revealing the now complete flatness of his turned up nose and seeing the small stud on its left side. He moved back his messy extensions from his cheeks, immediately able to see the triple piercing in each ear, and stuck out his tongue as he felt the silver ball through his tongue. At that moment, he knew for sure that the barbwire ink surrounding his thin right bicep and the butterfly at his ankle were real tattoos. "I'm a freak!" screamed Tim, straining his voice. "You made me a freak!" "Easy baby, you'll hurt your voice. Your throat needs time to heal too, but we fixed it by getting rid of that horrible adam's apple, and it'll grow softer and sexier if you don't strain it," said Leon, trying to comfort him. "You're no freak baby, unless you consider that you've got tits that every girl would kill for, with the best Double Ds money could buy. Consider the ink and some of the piercings were just some necessary accessorizing, and while you were out, made it easy to do the permanent eyeliner. Plus fixing that nose was something you should have done long ago, and what girl wouldn't die for those nice bj lips you've got now." "Holy shit. You made me a girl with a dick," screamed Tim. "How the hell could you say I'm not a freak?" "No chance, Tiffany," said Leon, smiling. "What you are is the hottest tranny out there. You're like gold baby. Now let's get you some rest, because you've got a few more laser treatments to finish getting rid of that stubble, and in a few days you can be out doing some simple earning. I've got to start making my investment back." Tim felt a pinch in his right buttock as one of the men injected him and he passed out. He had no idea how long he was out again, as the next time he was startled awake with some smelling salts and realized he was in a chair with his head resting back. "How you doing, honey?" said a large black woman. "Let's sit you up. I'm Whitney." "Where am I?" said Tim, rubbing his eyes and looking around, seeing some empty chairs. "My beauty salon, Tiffany," said Whitney. "You're almost ready honey. Just be patient with me." "Holy shit! No one's here," exclaimed Tim, trying to stand up and ripping open the cape from his neck. "Let me the hell out of here." "I don't think so, bitch!" said Whitney, pushing him back down. "My brother said you'd give me no trouble." "Your brother?" whined Tim. "Who's your brother?" "Your pimp, you stupid bitch," said Whitney, refastening his cape. "No sit your ass down, and let me finish my work or you'll curse the day you were born honey." "Any problem here Whitney?" said a huge tattoo covered muscle bound black guy as he came over. "I don't think so, Jerome," said Whitney, with her hands on her hips looking at Tim. "Do we have any issues Tiffany, because I have no time for that shit?" "Do you need me to call Leon?" said Jerome, pulling out his phone. "I don't think he'll be too happy?" "No, please," replied Tim. "Good, now can I get back to my work, because I've got Gerry curls to do, and a weave after you?" said Whitney. "Fridays get busy in here, and you white girls are such high maintenance. Now just be still a few more minutes, as I'm almost done empting half the paint store onto that puss of yours. It's a good thing we gave you those lash extensions, and the permanent liner on your lids and lips, or I'd need another half hour every time he sends you here." Tim just sat there as she stepped in front of him, coating lash after lash with her mascara wand as he opened and closed his eyes. She stepped back admiring her work as she took a dark pencil, touching the right side of his upper lip. He looked up, seeing her pull a hair net from his head and toss it on a table next to them as he felt some pins being pulled from his hair. He watched as he could see her extending a long strand of his hair,unrolling a large green plastic curler above his eyes before she tugged it behind him. "Twenty more minutes should do," said Whitney, as she rerolled and he felt her tugging. He watched her walk across the room and return with a large bonnet dryer attached to a silver pole as she rolled it behind him. She took a small spray bottle and spritzed his hair before he could see the dryer out of the corner of his eye being lowered over his head. Within seconds, he felt the warm air circulating on him, and then he began feeling like he was roasting. He watched as she sat another customer on the other side of the room, as all he could do was sit there as Jerome was watching him from a bench, reading a magazine. Finally, the dryer switched off beeping as Whitney returned, lifting it from his head. "Close your eyes, Tiffany," said Whitney, circling him in hairspray as he gagged from the fumes. She ignored him now as again she walked away, tending to another client, as he just sat there for a good half hour trying to avoid eye contact, as he could see Jerome constantly glancing over at him until he answered his phone and then got up, handing it to Whitney. "Like fifteen, and she'll be ready," said Whitney, and then she hung up. "Pick her up then." Whitney returned and walked behind him as he could feel her taking the rollers out of his hair. It seemed to take about ten minutes before she covered his eyes with her palm and then again circled him this time with a very fragrant citrus hairspray. She took a large soft brush now, dipping it into some powder and softly covering his entire face and neck. When she finished, she dipped her index finger into a gel like substance and rubbed it onto his lips before checking her watch and waving Jerome over. "Pretty good, right?" said Whitney, looking for his reaction. "Acceptable for now," said Jerome, taking something from a small bag. "This is for all of our safety, Tiffany." Tim didn't move, seeing the colourful, jewelled, marti gras type half mask approaching his face. As the little elastic snapped behind his head, he was surprised as suddenly everything went black, as the mask had no eye holes and he was in total darkness. "Stand up. It's time," said Jerome, as he felt the long cape being unsnapped from his neck as Jerome held his left arm. "Happy tricks, Tiffany," said Whitney, as he smelled the strong perfume being spritzed all around him. "See you next time, and be careful taking that mask off, Jerome. I just did that set, so don't fuck up the hair." Tim was wobbly as he walked in his high heeled shoes. Jerome helped him navigate some steps and before he knew it, they were guiding him carefully into the back of a car. "How you doing, baby?" said Leon, as Tim immediately recognized his voice. "Yeah, you are looking good, girl. My sister is a fine beautician. Sorry about the mask, but sometimes girls like you get picked by the wrong people, so I can't have you slip and tell them any details about where we do our shit." "Details?" whined Tim. "I don't know shit about anything. Please just let me go. I won't tell anybody." "Oh Tiffany, don't be so worried," said Leon, as Tim felt his hand on his thigh," Now I am going to let you go honey in few a few minutes. I'm going to let you go to work, as it's time I recoup my investment in you." "We're here, boss," said the driver as the car came to a stop. "Good," said Leon, as he was running his hand right up to Tim's crotch now and was squeezing his thigh. "My girl Destiny is going to work the corner with you tonight. She's your trainer, Tiffany. She'll help you perform and teach you the tricks of the trade. You'll be out there as a cheap whore for a while, until you learn the ropes. Now get the fuck out and earn." Leon pulled the mask from his face as the elastic snapped across his cheek. As he touched his face to soothe the pinch, the door to the limo swung open as Jerome pulled Tim from the car. He rubbed his eyes, trying to gain his composure and looked up, seeing a scantily dressed black girl in all white leather. "You alright, Tiffany?" said the girl. "I'm Destiny, and we'll take it slow baby. Watch and learn from me ok? This will be a good corner for you to start on." Tim shook his head, trying to remove the initial dizzy feeling that was traveling through his body, as he realized he was on a corner standing with Destiny, without Leon. He staggered a bit as he looked down at his legs in black fishnets and platform open toed, black patent stilettos, which were buckled twice around each ankle. He immediately felt a chill as a cool breeze blew up his skirt as he stared down at his outfit, noticing there was no sight of a bulge as his man parts had been carefully tucked away beneath the form fitting, cheetah print mini dress he was now dressed in. An additional shiver went down his spine as he examined how his massive cleavage looked as his nipples were barely covered by the tank top style spandex of the outfit, which was held in place by only the thinnest single spaghetti strap. It was instinct to tug down the skirt, attempting to cover more of his ass as the dress rode up a touch as he moved. He was freezing as he folded his arms, but that only made it worse as the slight wind now made its way through the circular cutouts down both sides of the dress, which ran from his armpits to his hips. As his eye level returned from the pavement, he got his first full view of his full reflection in a black sedan's window as it pulled up as he slid his slightly wind-blown hair from his eyes. "Where the hell is Tim?" he whispered to himself, seeing an amazing body in a hot dress. His covered his mouth, startled at the sound of his feminine sounding voice and sliding some of his long hair behind his right ear. He was still blonde with the dark roots and dark underside, but now it had been side parted and filled with thick, ruffled waves. One of the enormous hoop earrings nudged his shoulder as he flipped his hair and his amazingly plump lips glistened in the reflected window as he moved. His face had been overly made up in a slutty fashion, and his lashes were thick and gigantic in length. He had on way too much blush for the average girl, and his eye shadow was dark at the corners, yet creamy and glittery just below what was left of his pencil thin, arched brow. His lips shined like glass in the brightest of fuchsia pinks, and his teeth looked like porcelain as he licked his lips. 'Evening, sexy ladies," said a deep voice startling Tim as the window began opening. "Well hello there, gorgeous," said Destiny, smiling as she came over. "Yeah, I like what I see ladies," said the man, as Destiny took Tim's arm as the car door opened. "You've got some big sexy lips." "Then let's party, honey," said Destiny, as she tugged Tim and before he knew it, he was in the back of the black sedan. It was all surreal as the last sound his mind could process was that of a zipper. He closed his eyes, knowing his life was changed as Destiny coached him like he was learning to read. Time was no longer something he could even understand as he was in and out of cars and cheap motels on his rookie hooker evening. He wasn't sure if he was drugged or high as he waited on client after client, and then returned to his corner with Destiny until a familiar voice awoke him from his stupor. "How about both of you? You can do us both or maybe you just want to watch honey?" said Destiny. "I'm Destiny and this is Tiffany." "Fucking gross. No thanks," said the voice, as Tim looked up. "Millie?" whispered Tim. "You can't be with him. Please, what about me?" "How did you know my name, you skank," said Millie, as she got in Tim's face. "Easy babe," said the guy, pulling her away. "We're not interested, ladies. You've got on your nameplate, honey." "Sorry," said Millie, kissing the guy and chuckling as she looked down at her diamond nameplate. "We're flattered, but we're in love ladies, and I'm not into chicks. You know honey, you're way too pretty to be working corners. Get yourself a cute guy like this." Millie hugged her new boyfriend as they strolled away as Tim just stood there, stunned. Within minutes, he found himself inside another car, being taken to a cheap motel room. He thought about nothing else but how his girlfriend was dating a nerd from his office, and had no clue she was talking to her ex, as he was being ploughed in the ass by some strange man. His first night as a working girl was no different than the next and the next and he was becoming quite skilled at his new profession. He easily served three or four clients almost every night, and more on weekends as Leon kept a close eye on his every move and counted every penny. His life had changed forever as he spent the next six months working the corners, and his free time being strung out as Leon controlled his life. He had almost no sense of time or the calendar as his day would begin with Whitney dressing him and creating his look for the evening, and Leon bringing him to customers or street corners where he'd do his job. "Wake up, bitch," said Jerome, startling Tim awake. "Sorry, I must have dozed off," said Tim, shaking his head as he looked up at the light. "Easy Jerome," said Whitney, slapping Jerome's wrist. "I need like five more minutes. Tell my brother to be patient. When he asks me for shit like this, he has no idea how much work it is." "And I don't think he cares, either," said Jerome. "Well Tiffany's no a Barbie, so I can't just snap things on and off," said Whitney, raising up his chair to a sitting position. "How's your head, girlfriend?" "Whoa, a lot clearer than normal," said Tim, stretching his neck as he sat up straight now. "Good honey," said Whitney, as she brushed through his hair, standing in front of him. "Yeah, they eased up on the meds and shit they keep you on, for you tonight honey. Something's going down." Tim was more alert than he had felt in months, as Whitney stepped behind him covering his head in hairspray and revealing his look in the mirror. His appearance had not changed much, as he saw an overly made up young woman staring at him, but it was quite a while since he had gotten a good view of himself. His lips on this day looked bigger than ever as Leon made sure they were kept quite plump and looked extremely full, especially when coated in a candy apple, red lip stain he had on. He blinked a few times, still to this day amazed at his doll like reflection as his cheeks were a very rosey red today, and his eyes a vivid deep blue, with colored contacts. His lower eye lids had again this week been filled with a pastel pink eye glitter, making them look almost electric yet were the mere focal point of his alternating blue, opal, and pink eye shadows, which were blended perfectly below his thin, pencil dark brow. He couldn't remember his dark lashes looking so big, or his black liner so thick, but he knew it had been tattooed on. He sniffled a bit, noticing the stud in his nose was a pink shiny stone which looked bigger than he remembered, but realized it was that it was due to his nose being tiny and turned up slightly now. Whitney took her hand, placing it on his forehead, blocking his eyes for a second as she circled him again, applying one last layer of super hold to his hair as he coughed for a moment with all the fumes. "Ok, tell Leon Tiffany's just about ready, Jerome," said Whitney, pulling off his cape. "Let me just change his jewelry, do a few touch ups, and you can take him. Stand up honey." Tim stood up now, steadying himself as Whitney walked behind him, lifting his hair and changing his necklace. Gone were the brunette layers and darks roots, as staring back at him in the mirror was his pin straight, offset parted platinum blonde mane with the slightest golden tones, which were framing his massive chest and running almost to his fully exposed abs. He almost couldn't believe how skinny he had become, looking at himself dressed in a red leather bustier corset top, which ended at his rib cage, and around his hips was the tightest matching leather micro mini-skirt. His arms were almost tooth pick like these days, as Whitney clipped on a silver bicep bracelet on his left arm, giving him a slight chill, yet he was amazed at how flat his stomach looked now with its large dangling studded naval ring exposed, and the hair on his back just an inch above his exposed tramp stamp. From under his skirt, his black garter straps peeked out down his thighs, as they were attached to his black sheer stockings, which had a single rear seam running the full length down each of his skinny legs. On his feet were black, open toe stiletto pumps, which had a silver metallic, five inch spiked heel, which he easily walked in these days, and in his ears she hung huge silver metallic chandelier chains. "How much weight have I lost?" asked Tim. "I'm like a stick figure now." "Hard to say girl, but you're down at least four dress sizes since I've been dressing you I'd say you're about 120 pounds now as a working girl. A far cry from the 170 pounds you weighed as a man!" said Whitney, adjusting the dangling necklace between his cleavage. "Now come on, or Leon will freak." Jerome came over as Tim knew the drill, placing the mardi gras type mask over his face. He held Jerome's arm as he was led to the car, and he sat there quietly listening to rap music as they drove a good thirty minutes, until finally stopping. "I've lined up some special fun for you, tonight," said Leon, as he removed the mask. "Go take care of this special client, and I'll pick you back up here later. Now get to work slut." Tim stepped out of the car and saw headlights blinking three times, and he knew that signal and walked down a dimly light alley as a BMW sedan's door opened. "That's far enough, my dear," said a familiar voice as Tim stopped, blinded by the headlights. "Tiffany, I presume? "Yes sir," said Tim. "Good, turn and walk towards the wall, dear," said the voice. "And put your hands on it, like a good girl." Tim turned and did as he was told, as he had a feeling what was coming next. As he placed his hands on the moldy brick wall, he felt the man's icy hands under his skirt, and lifting it, which wasn't tough considering it barely covered his ass to begin with. He heard the sound of the man's pants being unzipped and braced himself, hearing the belt buckle crackling against the pavement. "You are an incredible little thing. Aren't you?" said the man, as he felt his G-string black panty being pulled from his butt cheeks. "Kiss me, gorgeous." Tim followed the man's instructions as he swivelled his neck as far as he could to the right, until their tongues were in each other's mouths. He was experienced these days, as he removed his left hand from the wall and reached down behind his back, grabbing the man's penis and stroking it a few times as he braced himself with the other hand against the wall. As the kissing intensified, his neck was strained as possible as his light stroking turned to firm yanking as he found the man breaking the kiss and biting his neck now. His firm yanking turned to fierce tugging before the man released the painful hickey and smacked his wrist to release his penis, pushing his face into the brick wall now. Tim raised his left hand now, attempting to relieve his brick facial as he was instantly jolted by the initial penetration, as he was quickly mounted. He squeezed his butt cheeks, teasing the man as he pushed forcefully until he kicked at Tim's right ankle, forcing him to spread a bit. Tim chuckled, relaxing his anal muscles now and spreading his legs comfortably as he balanced himself,allowing further depth into his anal passage as the man was enjoying himself. The man's moaning became intense now as he was almost squeezing the life out of Tim as he practically lifted him off his heels with each subsequent thrust, as he was as far inside Tim as possible now as Tim was writhing in pain. It was obvious he may have been the biggest man ever to mount him, or maybe it was the lack of drugs he was on, as he felt like he was being ripped apart, until finally the man tensed up and filled Tim with his juices. "Oh, you really are worth every penny," whispered the man in Tim's ear. "Damn, you're so nice and tight." He held himself inside Tim, milking every last drop into him as he held his grip. Finally, as Tim felt like his rib cage was caving in, he released his grip and reached down, pulling up his pants. As Tim was attempting to catch his breath, he felt the man pull his G-string up his thighs. As it was snapped between his cheeks, he could feel the oozing of the man's juices dripping down his thigh. He leaned back from the wall, now tugging down his hiked up skirt and as he finished, the man grabbed Tim's left hand with his right. As Tim looked up, he was being dragged along to the black sedan. The man opened the door and tugged Tim inside and before he could get comfortable for a moment, they were intensely making out. After ten minutes of kissing, Tim was being pulled onto his lap. It wasn't long before the man broke the kiss and pushed Tim from his lap to his knees on the floor of the car as Tim knew what he wanted. As Tim positioned himself kneeling on the floor mat, the man spread his legs as Tim took his hands, undoing the buckle and zipper. As he glanced up, making some form of eye contact for the first time, he froze, taking his other hand and carefully swept his hair from his eyes. "No way. It can't be....." said Tim, starting to speak as the man pushed his face forcefully downward. Tim had no choice, engulfing the man's penis as emotion was overcoming him as he was being held tightly. "Earn your money, bitch," said the man, pushing hard at the back of his head now. "It's not break time." Tim began weeping, but knew what he had to do as he gently began sucking and pleasuring the customer. He worked on calming himself down in order not to gag, and he relaxed his throat as he was trained. He pulled back for a moment, licking him like a professional blowjob queen, and sucking on each of his testicles as the sweaty salty taste filled his mouth, before he felt slight pressure on the back of his neck as he bobbed back down. He picked up the pace now, taking more and more of the hard cock, as he could hear the man moaning, and then pinching his neck as he exploded into Tim's mouth as he drank it all down. He was almost sobbing as he took a deep breath, making sure to regain his composure as the man tapped his shoulder gently to release his penis from his mouth. As he sat back, he looked over at the man, making deep eye contact as the man just smiled and opened his wallet. "I'll make sure to request you again, honey," said the man, staring at him. "It's Tiffany, right?" "If that's what you want to call me, then yes," said Tim, looking into his eyes in disbelief as he took his money and started out of the car. "Nice to see you again, sir." "We've met before?" said the man. "I doubt it. I'd remember you?" "Yes, Mr. Watson, but never like this sir," said Tim. "Tell everyone in the office Tiffany says hello." Tim turned his back and walked away shaking his head as he headed down the dark alley. He turned the corner and waited about ten minutes before seeing Leon's car pull up. "Dumb bitch," said Leon, smacking Tim across the face. "Never spook a good client again. Never use their names unless they tell you to, bitch." "Sorry!" cried Tim. "It won't happen again. Sorry!" "Damn right it won't," said Leon, smiling. "He didn't know who you were anyway. I told him you remembered him from that cheap bastard Jim's bachelor party last year." "Holy shit! I was at that party. That guy works in my former office," whined Tim. "Those were your girls. I got a blow job at the party." "Not any more you didn't," teased Leon. "At least not for Mr. Watson. As far as Mr. Watson is concerned,you're the bitch that gave the blow jobs at the party. Now never pull a stunt like that again, or you'll be sorry." "Yes, Leon," shivered Tim. "Never again." "Good, because I figured what better way to celebrate a special night than you warming up on your old boss. He's a big time client Tiffany, but he's only the warm up act," said Leon, as his limo pulled up at a huge mansion. "You see, you're getting a promotion tonight, slut." "A promotion?" said Tim, looking at the huge estate. "What does that mean? I'm here to do an even richer guy than my old boss?" "Follow me, Tiffany," said Leon, getting out of the car. "You're going with me?" said Tim, surprised as Leon took him by the hand. "Hold my arm honey, and just do as I say!" Tim held Leon's arm as they walked up to the large double doors. The butler answered and escorted them inside, as Tim was surprised to be walking inside with Leon. They walked down a long hallway and then turned, entering a large bedroom. "Hey Leon," said middle aged, chunky woman hugging Leon and then extending her hand. "And you must be Tiffany? Hello dear, and welcome. I'm Marge." "Hi," said Tim, giving her a soft handshake. "Go get yourself a drink, Leon. She'll be fine with me," said Marge, as she began undoing his top. "Ok, behave Tiffany," said Leon, giving a warning. "I'll be just down the hall if you need me." "So dear, I have a few outfits ready for you, and I'm going to fix up your makeup, and then we'll get started," said Marge, holding a silk robe. "Let's get you comfortable in this for now." "So, you're not my customer then?" said Tim, unsure what was happening as he dropped his skirt and slid his arms into the robe. "No dear," said Marge, chuckling as she helped him off with his shoes and undergarments and pointed to a chair. "I'm your personal stylist, and my job is to get you ready for my client. So just sit back and I'll be making you beautiful." "Ok," said Tim, as she wrapped a plastic cape around his neck and slid his feet into some fluffy slippers. "I guess when you're this rich, you've even got stylists for people like me." "Oh dear, please," said Marge, chuckling as she pulled his hair back off his face, inserting a headband and began painting his nails. "People like you are very important to my client and to me, so please don't belittle yourself dear. I intend to treat you like a star, dear." She went back and forth, changing his nail color before making sure he extended his fingers for them to dry. Marge got to work cleaning his face and then worked her fingers softly over his face, massaging as she cleansed his skin. When she finished, she washed all the old foundation from his face and he looked surprised as she switched on a small compressor and held a metal device in her hand. "Don't be nervous, dear," said Marge, seeing his worry. "I'm guessing it's your first time being airbrushed." "Yes," said a surprised Tim. She got to work reapplying his makeup as Tim felt the cold sensation of the makeup being applied to his face via airbrushing. It was an odd yet soothing sensation as he watched her switch the colors as she worked on different parts of his face. She lifted his chin and pulled off his cape for a moment as she airbrushed at his neck. She fully opened his robe and then airbrushed down the front of his chest and between his cleavage, giving him the chills. It was odd to sit there like this until finally she switched it off . She seemed to dip her little sponge into every crevice on his face and then she took her time smoothing everywhere, before completely dusting him. When she finished, the ultra- soft bristles of the large blush brush tickled a bit as she rotated large brushes at his cheeks and then small brushes around his chin, nose, and forehead. She seemed to be adding layer upon layers of shadows and powder as he sat enjoying the pampering for a moment. It was quite different than his sessions with Whitney, who was always rushed and more of a painter than an artist like Marge. She again switched brush after brush at his eye lids and again worked on his liner. She didn't do much to disrupt his liner or lashes, but coated them a few times and then turned her attention to his lips. She took great attention lining them, and softly filled them in with a creamy feeling paste. "You look beautiful dear," said Marge, removing the headband. She took a wide bristled brush, pulling back just the hair from temple to temple at his forehead as he felt her secure it. She pulled and tugged at it a little until it was to her liking, and then she saturated just the top in hairspray. She walked across the room, opening a door and rolled over a large rack of clothes, then she studied them. She started by helping him off with his robe and holding out a white silk panty with a little lace detail as he stepped into it. Next came a white ? lacy bustier, which she held out as he slipped his arms through the single straps before it cupped his breasts, and she fitted it perfectly around his rib cage. She took her time securing every little clasp on his back, and then began tugging tightly on the laces before tying them tightly behind his back. "You don't need much pinching dear, but a little cinching never hurts," said Marge as she shortened the bra straps, pushing his breasts upward and then took a simple tape around his waist. "You're wonderfully thin." "I've always been lucky enough to stay thin. I was always a 32 waist," said Tim. "I think you mean hips, dear. You're a 38 - 24- 34 and down a few inches with the cincher," said Marge. "Every girl would kill for your figure, a 22 inch waist, but let's smooth you out now honey, because obviously your little lump ruins it." Tim gasped as she tugged his manhood back firmly between his legs, and pushed up his testicles as he stood there. She snapped the waist band on the panties and then tugged them upward between his butt cheeks, as he was stunned hearing his feminine measurements. She opened a little egg and unrolled some sheer thigh high stockings which had the slightest pale pink tone, and slid them up each leg. She fastened the two white garters on each leg and then held out a pink satin skirt as he stepped into it. She zipped the skirt's tiny rear zipper and secured the small rear button, before taking another hanger from the rack. Marge turned, unbuttoning it as he knew he was almost ready now as she slipped his arms through the sheer lacey white blouse and opened a box, removing some stilettos. "Ok, honey," said Marge, touching up his lips and then changing his earrings. "I think you're ready. Do you like my work dear?" Tim stood up and walked across the room towards the stand up mirror. He was very used to himself in skanky outfits, but this time it was an odd combination of the tiny outfit with some very girly pinks, instead of the slutty shiny leather which was a staple. He was used to his face being overly made up, but had never seen his complexion looking so flawless and pale. His cheeks were a soft, yet deep pink and matched his eye lids, which had just a hint of shimmer within the blended pink shadows. His big blue eyes peeked out from under his thick dark lashes and liner, but the highlight of his face was his huge ultra-glossy magenta pink lips, which sparkled in the reflection like a beacon of light. His hair helped show off his face, as the platinum locks on top were pulled straight back and arranged into a small pouf behind his forehead, which was held in place by a large magenta pink bow, and each side of his hair fell straight as he normally kept it. In his ears were oversized gold hoops, and in his nose a gemstone stud. The white blouse she had put him in was extremely sheer, hiding almost nothing beneath it as his white virgin like corset was fully on display. The blouse was wide open in front anyway, showing his mammoth breasts which looked even larger as she had airbrushed them with body glitter. The blouse was also tied at the corset line, fully exposing his naval area as he flicked his dangling pink stone with his long, magenta colored nails. His pure pink satin skirt hugged his ass perfectly as he moved, and was an exact match for the ultra-high, 5 inch pink stiletto leather pumps he had on his feet. "Follow me, Tiffany," said Marge, opening the door as Tim followed her through a series of halls and into a large bedroom. "Hope to see you again, dear." Marge left now, closing the door behind him as Tim stood there alone. He looked around as it was odd seeing no furniture except a large round bed with white satin sheets, and an end table on each side of it. He walked towards the row of closet doors, trying them but each was locked. He sat patiently for ten minutes on the edge of the bed before getting antsy, when suddenly the door opened and a large man walked in, with only a towel around his waist. He walked over without making a sound, and softly kissed Tim on the lips before walking behind him. He rubbed up against him and reached around, massaging each of Tim's breasts as Tim looked down, hearing the towel hit the floor. As he looked up, three more men in towels had now silently entered and each took a turn giving him a soft kiss. They stood in front of him now in a row as each dropped their towels and the man in the middle reached up Tim's skirt, ripping off Tim's panties with his bare hands and tossing them away. He wasn't sure what to do but felt the initial penetration from behind as the man behind him mounted him. and released his breasts. The man to his right and left now took each one of Tim's hands, placing their penis in each hand as he looked down, knowing what they wanted as he watched his pink nails wrapping around them as he began stroking. The man in the middle now pushed Tim's head down forcefully as he found himself on his knees as the man behind him knelt as well as he continued thrusting. The man in middle now cupped Tim's breasts and pushed his penis between them as he began titty fucking himself with Tim's boobs. Tim's body was vibrating like crazy as he looked up, seeing two more men come in now as a penis was at his left and right nostril. He couldn't tell who grabbed him, but the back of his head was being forced down as he was doing his best to accept both dicks in his mouth at once. After a few minutes, he could hear nothing but incredible moaning as his arms were tiring and his chest become raw. He rolled his eyes upward, seeing more guys than he could count around him as each of them was jerking off and pointing their penises at Tim, and he began feeling the sticky spurts hit him first on his left cheek. Again he felt the wetness under his chin, then across his neck, and then the explosion he was used to in his mouth. He felt the guy to his left pull out of his mouth. He got a clear view from above as he was being torpedoed by sperm from every direction. He had no way to avoid the spewing as he was surrounded by nude men, and was still mounted from behind. He attempted to raise his left hand to wipe his left eye, which had been penetrated by semen, but realized his arms were being held and he could barely see now. The moaning was incredible as he was being pelted everywhere by cum until finally it stopped as the man from behind pulled out and he felt a few last spurts on his face as they released him. "Cut," yelled a man, as he saw the closet open in front of him as the sea of men parted. His left eye had been completely closed, and he could barely see out of his right as he took his hand, wiping some of the cum away from his face. "That's a wrap, everyone," said the man, as he noticed Leon and ten others coming out from behind the closet doors. "Well done, boys. Nice job abusing the little tramp." "Alright Leon, we've got a deal," said the man. "I think we'll make some money with this one. Good job cumslut. See you next Saturday." "What's this all about?" yelped Tim. "What the hell just happened?" "You got promoted, Tiffany," said Leon. "You see baby. You just got facials from 30 men! That was a nasty, sexy bukkake session, and it was awesome. That's gonna sell like gold." "Are you kidding me?" said Tim, looking straight ahead at the open closet door now. "Holy shit, those are cameras. You fucking filmed all that?" "Yup, you just made your first porno," said Leon. "The first of many, baby." "That's what you are calling my promotion?" said Tim. "I'm going to make films, and I don't have to walk the streets anymore?" "Whoa! I didn't say that, slut," said Leon. "You'll make films on a few slower weekdays, but you're my top earner right now. You'll do two days shooting porn, and five days hooking." "But.... please Leon!" pleaded Tim. "I thought you were going to let me go after I've earned enough for you?" "Enough bitch! This ain't nearly enough, Tiffany!" said Leon, tossing him a towel. "Now go clean yourself up, because you're not getting in my car like that, and if you're lucky, I'll let you blow me on the ride home. Maybe give you a line of coke? Yea, make you my coke whore, Tiffany! A strung out, coke addicted porn queen! I'd like you a little slimmer too! Maybe 110 pounds, and perhaps EE breasts to make you even more of a porno actress! No Tiffany, you're too valuable to me as a whore and actress. Ain't ever goin to let you go, Tiffany baby!"