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Naked Labour
(Chuck James)

Tanya smiled at the man who had just sat at the table next to hers. He glanced at her, his smile was automatic, then his eyes shifted from her face down to her chest, and stomach and thighs? and there it died.

Another, just the same she sighed inside, so many had looked? then looked away. What the hell am I going to do?

Caught far from home, and on a two week holiday in Portugal she had run out of cash, sure she had enough money to eat for a couple of days, and her hotel was paid up for another week. More than a week she reminded herself, but it still didn't alter the fact that she had lost everything.

Not lost she thought sourly, had everything stolen. She had found her passport in the bushes beside the beach, and that was a relief? but everything else had gone, cash, cards, phone? everything.

So the chubby black girl faced a dilemma. She had virtually nothing but a few coins, a roof over her head and breakfast daily. No-one back home to call, and even if she had with her phone gone so were the numbers, she never had been able to keep them in her head. No friends in Portugal, she had only been there a few days, not really long enough to get close to anyone. But now I have to get close, close enough that they will be prepared to give me a little loan? even if I have to?!

Tanya certainly wasn't a naive young woman, in fact if her circumstances had been different she would quite happily be a slut. But they aren't, and I'm only a slut in my mind, but that still means that if someone wants my body in return for cash I won't be thinking too long before accepting.

But so far her attempts at prostitution had been clumsy and almost completely unfruitful. Far from turning the guys on she knew in her heart that she was probably turning them off.

Revealing some dark chocolate cleavage hadn't drawn any initial attention, at least not the kind she wanted. One old guy, a local easily in his eighties and toothless had made a point of staring before wandering across to where she was sitting kneading his cock through grubby corduroy pants. Tanya had felt degraded in the strangest way, even though he hadn't actually touched her she felt dirty and tainted. And that had seemed like the best she was going to do until another Portuguese had approached her, he had been drinking, that was obvious, he was also direct in his broken English.

"You are a whore, yes?"

Inside Tanya bristled, he was so casually insulting her. But the reality of her situation crushed the objections building inside her as she meekly nodded.

"So show me!" he slurred.

Tanya's expression was blank as she stared up at him trying to assimilate what he was saying.

"Show me your body whore, I want to see what I'm getting before I pay."

"Naked?" she instantly understood but doubted he wanted her to strip in the bar.

"Of course naked," he snapped, "Show me tits and pussy now, then we go fuck? okay!"

What choice do I have? Tanya questioned silently, secretly shocked that she had the courage to begin undressing in public. I'm desperate, so I don't have any choice.

"Fuck, what a fat pig you are!" 

Tanya had eased her blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to the seat behind her, topless she sat exposed to his view, his comment had struck her hard.

"Did I say stop?" he added as she paused, the hurt clear in her eyes. "Show me that fat cunt, and try to look sexy you ugly bitch."

Tanya hadn't much experience of seduction and was sure her efforts to look provocative were just making her look desperate, but still she tried as she squeezed a floppy breast between her fingers encouraging her large dark nipple to swell.

"Fucking disgusting tits," the drunk declared, "But nice nipples."

They aren't that bad Tanya sighed as she looked down to breasts that had begun to empty. Not that they had been huge before and gravity had ravaged them. No, they had always been on the small side, a few years earlier they had even been described as perky, but now at the age of twenty six they had lost that perkiness and sagged until they were almost shapeless lumps that could only boast awesome nipples as attractive and sexy.

"Come on you fat slut, show me that cunt!"

Once more Tanya felt an anger swelling inside, yes she desperately needed money but did she really have to accept that kind of verbal abuse? Just close my ears and my mind she advised herself as she took a deep breath and eased down her shorts and panties.

"I told you, at least try to look sexy!" his words were demeaning and threatened to bring a tear to her eye as she shuffled in the seat, acutely aware that now other patrons were watching her as she tried to look alluring.

"No." he shook his head slowly, "I can't get hard looking at you."

Tanya gasped, then saw him grin. 

"Do you really think I could fuck an ugly fat sow like you? I just wanted to prove I could get you naked, right here, right now? stupid whore!"

Tanya felt the world crashing down as a chorus of laughter surrounded her while she covered her breasts and fumbled behind her hunting for her blouse.

"Here, get dressed." Tanya turned to an older man who pressed a five Euro note into her hand before stroking his fingertips across her cheek, then her breasts, "Take it," he nodded to the cash, "Call it an apology from someone who thinks what he did was degrading."

I'll take it she thought as she wriggled back into her shorts and panties, before beating a hasty retreat, buttoning her blouse as she headed toward the door.