Cheerleader Mindy 11

Now, it was time for that bitch Amber Zee. John gave her a call. “What do you want?” the girl demanded.

“I found out what you did to my sister,” John told her. “We have to talk.”

“Why?”

“We have to talk,” John told her, “or else I’m going to tell everyone what you did.”

There was a long pause. “When? Where?”

“I need to get back to school as soon as possible so let’s make it tonight. I’ll let you pick the place.”

“How about the Starbucks on Fourth at 7:00?”

“That will be fine,” John said and he hung up the phone. He smiled to himself. That would be just fine.

John was waiting there when Amber finally walked in. She was late, but then John kind of expected that. They got their drinks and took their seats at a table in the corner. “What do you want to talk about?” Amber asked.

“You know you really shouldn’t have done that to my sister.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have given me the chance,” Amber retorted.

“You’re right,” John agreed. “I shouldn’t have done that. That was foolish of me.”

“So we’re both wrong then. We’re even.”

We’re not even, not by a long shot,” John said. “You need to be punished.”

“What? Are you going to tell on me because if you do, I’ll tell on you.”

“No, I’m not going to tell on you.”

“And don’t even think about trying to hypnotize me because there’s no way I’d let you do that.”

John smiled. “I’m not going to hypnotize you because I’ve already done that.”

“Bull shit!”

“Do you remember ordering your coffee?”

Amber thought it over. “N-n-no,” she said hesitantly. “I don’t.”

“How about paying for it? Do you remember that?”

“N-n-no. That’s weird.”

“How about coming to this table and sitting down. Do you remember that?”

Amber was starting to get scared. “No, I don’t remember that either.”

“Now, I want you to really concentrate. Do you remember me hypnotizing you?”

Amber thought hard. “You did something to me while we were standing in line, an injection or something. I remember jumping or something.”

“And then what?”

“You told me to find a table in the corner where we could talk. I wanted to say no but instead I just went off to find a table.”

“And then what?”

“You came to the table a few minutes later with our drinks.”

John smiled. He was really enjoying this. “That was a new and very fast acting drug. It makes a person very susceptible to any suggestion that is made. Now, I want you to really concentrate. Tell me what happened next.”

“You told me that I loved money, that I would do anything to get it, that I could never get enough of it. You told me that I was going to … oh my gosh, how could you make me do that?”

John took a sip from his coffee. “What did I do?”

“You’ve made me into a prostitute,” Amber moaned. “I’ll sell my body to anybody for just … for just … oh God … for just twenty dollars. How could you do this to me?”

“And that’s anybody, isn’t it,” John told her. “Some twelve-year-old kid comes up to you with a twenty dollar bill and you’ll fuck him. The geekiest guy comes up to with a couple of tens, and you’ll fuck him, too. A toothless, smelly bum brings you four fives, and you’ll fuck him, too. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-y-yes,” Amber stammered. “I’ll fuck them all. Oh my God, I’ll never get any rest.”

“No, I don’t suppose you will, but then that’s not my problem. So tell me, how are you going to feel now that you’re a prostitute.”

“Like a shameful, little slut.”

“Very good. And are you going to enjoy all this fucking you’re going to get?”

“N-n-no,” Amber stammered. “I’m going to … going to … oh geez, I’m going to cum whenever a guy cums inside me but at the same time, I’m going to feel an intense self loathing. I’ll never enjoy sex with a man again.”

“And no condoms for the tricks you turn, right?”

“No, no form of birth control at all. I want them to cum inside me. I want them to cum inside me. I want to feel it. Oh geez, you’re going to get me pregnant.”

“Probably. But tell me, when will you enjoy sex?”

Amber thought that one over and then she gasped. “Oh no. You didn’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“You’ve made me addicted to cumming for pleasure but the more I do it, the more I need it, and the only time I can get pleasure out of cumming is when I make a woman cum. When she cums, I cum. That’s right, isn’t it?

“Very good. And now, you will remember that you have been hypnotized and you will know that this new life you are leading is artificial, that it has been created for you. You will always know that this is not the way you chose to be but that it has been imposed on you.”

Amber nodded her agreement. She knew John was right.

“And finally,” John said, “if you want to tell someone what has happened to you, who can you tell?”

“No one,” Amber moaned. “No one but you.”

“That’s right,” said John, “no one but me. And now, since you’ve been such a good, little hypnotic subject, I think it’s time to start your new life. It’s time for you to turn your first trick.” John placed a twenty dollar bill on the table in front of Amber. “Go ahead,” he said, “take it.”

Amber stared at the bill. She wanted it so bad and yet, she didn’t want it. Her hands twitched and then she snatched up the bill. She felt like such a slut but she couldn’t help herself. “Come on,” she moaned, “fuck me.”

“Are you sure you want this?” John asked tauntingly.

“Fuck yes,” Amber moaned and she couldn’t believe she was about to say what she would say next. “You paid for it and I want to give it to you. I want you to fuck my body.”

“Let’s go out to my car, whore,” John told her. “A trashy, little whore like you needs to be ready to put out anytime and anywhere. I know I need to get my cock sucked and I think you’re just the slut to do it.”

Amber moaned lustfully. She knew he was right. She followed John willingly and eagerly to his car. He’d paid for it and Amber was determined that he was going to get what he paid for.

They sat in John’s car with John behind the wheel and Amber next to him in the passenger’s seat. The area was well lit from the Starbucks and from the other shops in the vicinity. Amber was worried that any moment now, one of her friends would happen by and would see her there with John and still, she could not resist the compulsion that he had imposed on her. She licked her lips as she looked between John’s legs and then her hand was down there, stroking the bulge in his pants and then her hand was pulling the zipper down on John’s jeans.

John moaned as the girl slid her head down and as her hand stroked his cock. The girl gave his cock a few cursory licks and then John groaned as she slid her mouth down on his cock.

Amber felt dirty as she sucked on that cock. He had turned her into a dirty, little whore and yet, she had his twenty in her pocket. She loved getting the money. It was almost an obsession with her and yet, she felt compelled to give the man what he paid for. She sucked hard on that cock. She wanted to make him cum.

John groaned and for a moment there, Amber thought he was going to do it and she sucked him even harder, but he seemed to hold back at the last minute. “Whoa,” John said as he pushed her mouth off his cock. He smiled at the girl. “You sure have turned into one hell of a hot, little cock sucker, haven’t you? But then, that’s what dirty, little whores like you do, isn’t it?”

Amber nodded as she tried again to get her mouth down on his cock but again, John pushed her back.

“Take it easy,” he told her with a smile. “I know you want to suck this cock, but I think maybe we ought to go somewhere a little more private, don’t
you?”

Amber could hardly disagree with that. Any moment now, one of her friends might come by and see her with her face down in this guy’s lap.

John started the car and he pulled the car out of the parking lot. It didn’t really occur t
o Amber to ask where they were going. She was just glad that they were moving away from there.

Yet, as they drove, she started to notice things. The buildings started to look more and more seedy and the the neighborhood started to look more and more shabby. She looked around her and then she looked back at John. “Where are we going?” she asked anxiously.

John just grinned her. “I guess you wouldn’t recognize this area,” he told her, “but take a good look ’cause you’re going to be spending a hell of a lot of time down here.”

“Where are we?” Amber asked fearfully.

“This is the red light district,” John told her. “You’ve got to know you’re never going to be a high class hooker,” he told her. “You’ll never be an escort. You’re just too cheap for that.”

Amber’s skin burned hotly. She knew he was right.

“You’re just a cheap, little whore,” John told her. “That’s what you’ll always be so take a look around you because you’re going to be spending a lot of time here turning your tricks.”

Amber looked around her. Now that he had pointed it out to her, she could see the women out there hustling for a buck and suddenly, she knew John was right. She’d do anything for twenty bucks and she could easily imagine herself out there, working the streets for her measly twenty-buck fucks.

John pulled the car into the parking lot of a seedy motel. “Where are we?” Amber asked as he pulled up in front of the lobby.

John smiled again. “This is a no-tell motel,” he told her, “the kind of place where they charge for the rooms by the hour, if you know what I mean,” and Amber nodded.

“I imagine you’re going to be spending a lot of time here and in joints just like this one,” John told her as he handed a bill to her, “so why don’t you run in and get us a room. And while you’re at it, take some time to get to know the hotel clerk ’cause I imagine you’re going to be spending a lot of time here.”

Amber licked her lips as she stared at the proffered money and then she grabbed the bill and she scampered out of the car.

The kid behind the counter looked bored as she came in. He leered a bit when she told him what she wanted and Amber could feel the kid looking her over. Oh fuck, she thought, this couldn’t be happening to her and yet, she knew it was. The kid handed her a key and a towel and Amber raced back to the car. She felt so dirty.

Minutes later, John and Amber were opening the door to Room 116.

Amber wrinkled up her nose as she looked at the room. The place was disgusting and yet, Amber knew she was going to get fucked there.

“Take your clothes off, bitch,” John told her and Amber hurried to comply with his order.

Even as Amber was taking off her clothes, John was doing the same. Amber stared at the man’s rock hard cock. She wanted that cock so bad.

John stroked his cock as he looked at the little slut. “I know you want this,” he told her, “so why don’t you lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me.”

Amber did as she was told, lying down and spreading her legs even as she fingered her slit and looked up at the man. This man had paid for it. She needed to be fucked. She needed to make him cum.

John watched her for a few moments and then he slipped between Amber’s legs and Amber moaned as the man buried himself between her legs. She kept right on moaning as the man worked his cock even deeper and harder between her legs. She needed this. She needed it so bad.

She heard John groan and then he grunted and even as he shot the first burst of cum in Amber’s pussy, she felt her pussy clench down on his cock. Oh fuck, she thought, he was making her cum. He was making her cum so fucking hard, and yet, in spite of that, instead of reveling in the feel of orgasmic release, what Amber felt was pure, unmitigated self-loathing. How could she have done this to herself, she wondered. How could she have turned her into such a little tramp? And it was her fault. If only she hadn’t tampered with John’s sister, then he wouldn’t have done this to her. How could she have been so stupid?

Her pussy continued to cum and cum even as John filled her pussy with his jizz. Finally though, the man pulled his cock out of Amber’s dripping hole. It was over.

Or at least, that’s what Amber thought, but then John dangled another twenty-dollar bill in front of her. “That was good,” he told her, “so good, in fact, that I think maybe you need to get me hard again so I can fuck you again.

Amber licked her lips as she looked at that bill. She didn’t want it to but it was happening again. She wanted that twenty so bad. Her hands twitched and then she grabbed that twenty even as she moaned to herself. She was a twenty-buck fuck and that’s all there was to it.

to be continued