I suddenly find myself in a room full of naked women. We're all putting on make up and I wonder how I got here. I would just get up and walk out, but I have no clothes and I don't remember how I got here. I also have no idea where here is, other than a room full of naked women. I'll just play along, until I figure out how to escape. Then again, am I awake or asleep and dreaming?

I finish with my make up and I'm wondering what's next. The girl next to me says, "It's Friday night and we gonna make some coin!" I wonder, make some coin doing what? Omigod! Maybe it's nude dancing. Then again, I've never done that. I just might learn something, but what happens if Jason finds out? Well, I have no choice and I'll just have to play along, at least until I can figure things out and maybe escape.

Suddenly, a black man opens the door and says, "Okay, you cunts, we got customers waiting, let's get out there and earn some money!"

Omigod! It is nude dancing and I'm gonna have to go out and dance, in the nude, for a room full of men. Up until now, no man, except for Jason, has ever seen me nude. I panic and wonder again, how did I get into this situation? However, there's no obvious alternative for me. Also, I begin to get the feeling that somehow, I have done this sort of thing before, which I most certainly have not. In any case, I have no choice.

Five of us girls get up and follow the black man out a door and into a hallway.

The black man says, "Okay, you line up for the customers and you go in and let 'em see tits and pussy. However, they don't get to touch you, until they pay the cashier." The black man then turns and peers through a little peephole in a door, at the end of the hallway.

The girl behind me says, "Well, it beats standing on a street corner, selling it to guys driving by."

The black man then turns and says, "Okay, you walk in, one at a time and pose for the hornys. You tell 'em your name and you let 'em see a lotta tits and pussy. If one a the hornys wants ta rent yo' pussy, or yo' mouth, he tells you and you tell him that he gotta pay the cashier first."

(It dawns on me that this isn't a nude dancing place, it's a whorehouse. I think about turning and running. However, I'm nude and the black guy looks like maybe a weight lifter or something and I don't think that he would stand for me telling him that I don't want to do this. How did I get into this situation and where am I?)

The black guy says, "Okay Amber, go out there and show 'em what you got." He then opens the door.

(The girl at the front of the line has café au lait skin and rather large breasts. She walks through the door and I see just a glimpse of a row of three men, sitting on a couch. Amber poses for the men and then the door closes.)

The black guy peers though the peephole and says, "Amber hooked herself a john! She gonna make some money tonight." He then watches for a while.

The black guy says, "Okay Jean, go out there and show 'em what you got." He then opens the door.

(Jean is a thin white girl, with brown hair and small, but nicely shaped breasts. She walks through the door and I see just a glimpse of only two men, sitting on a couch. Jean poses for the men and then the door closes. The fact that there's only two men left means that Amber has sold herself to one of the customers. Jean is out there now and I'm next to go in and sell myself. My heart is beating about a hundred beats per second. How did I get into this situation?)

After Jean goes into the next room, the black guy peers though the peephole and says, "It looks like Jean aint gonna get it done. Small tits is a handicap. C'mon, bitch, shake yo' ass! Damn, she aint gonna hook herself a john this time. He then watches for a bit and then opens the door for Jean, who comes back into the hallway. The black guy then looks at me and says, "Okay Allison, go out there and show 'em what you got." He then opens the door.

(I want to run, but there's no place to run to. Instead, I walk into a room where two men sit on a couch. I let the men see my blonde hair, my average sized breasts and my pussy. I tell the men, 'I'm Allison,' then I pose for the men as the door closes behind me.)

One of the men asks, "Hey Allison, you wanna fuck me?"

(I'm so scared that I think I'm gonna faint. However, I hear myself say, in a calm voice, "First you pay the cashier and only then do you get into my pussy.")

The man says, "Damn, you want a lot of money."

(I hear myself say, in a calm voice, "If you want blonde pussy, you gotta pay a little extra, but I'm worth it!" I then shake my breasts a little and bump my pussy at the guy.)

The man says, "Okay, blonde bombshell, lets see if you got what it takes."

(I kinda purr, "If you got what the cashier wants, then I got what you want." The guy looks to be a Mexican, dark hair and a little beard. He walks over and pays the cashier. I then somehow know to walk over to another door and a black lady in a bikini opens the door. The black lady is the hardest looking girl I have ever seen. She looks right through me and tells the Mexican, "Room 2 and you gotta use a condom." I then somehow know to walk over to a door with a large number 2 on it, I open the door and walk into a room that contains a bed and a chair. There's a bathroom, through a door over in one corner. I'm already nude and I stand and watch as the Mexican takes off his clothes and puts them on the chair. I then tell the guy, "You gotta use a condom and I gotta examine you." I then grab the guy's cock and look for sores, drippage, that sort of thing. (I have never before really held a man's cock in my hand, not even Jason's cock.) I then release the guy's hard cock and watch as he rolls on the house condom that I gave him. I then, operating on automatic, kick off my shoes and lie on the bed.

The Mexican guy follows me onto the bed rolls on me and sticks his hard cock into my wet pussy. He then begins to stoke into me. (I can feel the flab of the Mexican guy on top of me. I was a little excited about my first time nude in public and I'm lubricating. I can feel the hard cock of the Mexican working inside my vagina. I find myself moving under the Mexican, a lot more than I usually do with my Jason. I begin to get maybe a little excited and then I feel the Mexican speed up and then I hear him grunt as he pumps his cum into the condom. I sound off, as if I had climaxed, since the Mexican is a customer. After he finishes, I feel the Mexican guy roll his flab off me and he lies beside me. He pants for a bit and then says, "Nothing like blonde gabacho pussy." He then gets up.

I get up and tell him, "Tipping is permitted.")

The guy sneers at me, "I already paid too much for blonde pussy."

I then slip into my shoes and walk out of the room. I somehow know to walk down a hallway and then into a sort of whore warm up room. I repair the damage from my first whorehouse screw and then, lacking anything better to do, I go back out into the hallway where I wait in line for my next customer date.

The black man who seems to be in charge says, "Okay, you cunts get out there and pose for the customers. You gotta sell them on the idea that they gonna get the best pussy in town. Remember, you don't let 'em touch you until they pay the cashier." The black man then peers through a little peephole in the door, at the end of the hallway.

A girl walks up behind me says, "Well, I got it done, but the cheap bastard stiffed me on a tip."

I sigh and tell the girl, "Same thing here."

The black man then turns and says, "Okay, Patti you walk in and pose for the hornys. You tell 'em your name and you don't give 'em no shit. You tryna sell pussy and you gotta get 'em in the mood. You let 'em see a lotta tits and pussy. Now get out there and sell some cunt, but let 'em know that he gotta pay the cashier first."

As I stand inline and wait to sell my pussy to the next customer, I find myself resenting the other girls in line. I need to make some money and they're trying to steal what should be my customers.

As I wait, I try to plan out what I can do, to better sell myself to a customer. Okay, I'll show them my breasts and my pussy, but all of the girls are gonna do that. I then get an idea.

I wait, inline, as one girl at a time goes into the customer lounge to try to sell herself.

As the door opens and closes, I can see that sometimes there are three customers waiting, other times only two. I find myself hoping that there will be three customers, when I go in, as I have a better chance to sell myself to more customers. I then realize that I'm thinking like a whore. Well, I am a whore and I might as well get as much out of the experience as I can.

There's only one girl left in front of me.

The black guy says, "Okay Lupe, go out there and show 'em what you got." He then opens the door.

(The girl at the front of the line has brown skin and average sized breasts. She walks through the door and I see just a glimpse of a row of three men, sitting on a couch. Lupe poses for the customers and then the door closes.)