Mary Jane's Light Virtues (Spider-Man) (Patreon)

Mary Jane Watson never thought she'd be doing this kind of thing before. She had a great job and was happy with her boyfriend Peter Parker. He was the one and only Spider-Man and an actual real life hero. It was every girl's dream to have her kind of life.

On the other hand, dreams and happiness didn't pay the bills. Nor did being a hero. They were able to get off lightly the first few months. But as time went on, they couldn't put it off any longer. They needed to find a way.

“I'll find some other job, okay MJ? You don't need to worry.”

“I'll try and find something else too Peter. We'll make this work. I promise!”

She looked up local listings in the classifieds, she found small odd jobs in the neighborhood. But it was never enough. They were struggling, there was no getting around it. With Peter being on hero duty all the time, he couldn't devote as much time to finding extra cash as he wanted.

She sighed to herself. She couldn't believe what she was thinking. But she had to make ends meet. Coincidentally enough, Peter had just gotten back. He was going to konk out in bed, he was exhausted after a long day saving the world. She said she had to start her new job. He wished her the best of luck. Thankfully he didn't suspect a thing.

She knew where all the big time pimps liked to congregate. She was never a call girl or wanted anything to do with that sort of life, but it was an open secret that everyone knew, even innocent little grannies. She knew how people could treat ladies of the night. Spider-Man was already off busy saving the world, she would not tell him about what she planned to do. He could easily give her the protection she needed, but she also knew it would crush him to see her do this kind of thing and tear him up inside even more than the average stresses of being a hero. She made up her mind, that was it. That night she headed there first thing.

She went there for protection. But the instant she went there, she found the pimps looking her over like she was a piece of meat. The other girls were also giving her looks of amusement and disdain. She suddenly felt dirty and out of place. She wondered how many things these ladies had been through. What kind of indignities they had to suffer.

Before she knew it, the other pimps had her surrounded. Guys of various ages and heights, they shamelessly touched all over her, grabbing her rump and feeling up her legs. She had come in what she thought was proper ho attire, a big trench coat along with short shorts and little t-shirt. But just like everything else about her, these clothes were kinda high class, the kind of thing you’d see on the rich daughters who liked to go on Spring Break while getting trashed out of their minds, and they seemed to be laughing at her for even bringing these kind of designer garments to such a locale. The other prostitutes were no less indecent, throwing her hair about and laughing.

“Youse a bit too high class for this kind of place little girl...” said a big fat Italian pimp from behind her had darted a hand to the crotch of her shorts and lustfully smelled her hair, enjoying the smell of her shampoo. Her first thought was that this guy might have even been in the mob.

“Just the way I like it,” said a skinnier one with some gold teeth who was right in front of her and grabbing her tits. He was leaning forward and trying to kiss her naturally pouty lips. Irritated, she managed to break free of them.

“I think I should be going,” MJ said and made to turn around and leave. She couldn’t believe she had ever entertained this kind of idea and was pushing it well out of her mind. But then she was covered on all ends. She made to push her way out but they pushed her right back.

“No I think you shouldn't,” said one of the girls, smiling. MJ didn’t know how old she was, she could have been the same age as her or older, no doubt she had plenty of makeup on so it was hard to tell. But she was one of the prettier looking prostitutes she had seen, a blonde with her hair naturally styled in curls and her full lips all shiny and pink didn't look pumped up with injections. It was hard to tell what ethnicity she was, her hair wasn't dark at the roots with darker skin but her skin wasn't white and she had a naturally dark complexion. She was eyeing the ginger haired girl, smiling at her like she was a predator. She got closer to MJ, she was a few inches taller than her. “It’s not nice to say no to a daddy. Maybe you should apologize.”

“Just let me go, alright? I don’t want any trouble.”

She got closer. “Don’t you know baby girl? We are trouble.”

Then she pulled MJ right into a cruel kiss. The others were hollering and whooping at the spectacle. The hooker was being forceful from the beginning. She was trying to get away from her, but those hands were clasped right around her cheeks. The hooker wasn't that strong but it was in the malice in her hands that kept the two of them locked. Her big lips were engulfing MJ's own, and the sheer force that she was using made it felt like her face was being sucked up by a vacuum.

The others were watching it go down with smiles on their faces. No matter how hard MJ tried to get away, the hooker kept on kissing her. The hooker got a little more aggressive and opened up her mouth, trying to shove her tongue in there. But the other girl was resistant to the end.

The hooker grabbed MJ’s crotch. That shocked her enough to finally push the hooker back. But the other woman wasn’t having it and seizing her chin, pulled her into another sick kiss. She grabbed MJ’s crotch again. It was fortunate she was wearing shorts and not a skirt, protecting her nether regions. That didn’t matter at all to the hooker who forcefully massaged her there. But even with as well protected as she was, between the hooker’s tongue actually pushing through and getting into her mouth and those raunchy touches, she was feeling a lewd ache in her pussy that wouldn’t go away no matter how much she tried otherwise.

MJ finally managed to break free and push the hooker back. The audience sucked in their breath and made shocked noises like they were watching some reality TV show. She had turned away, wiping her mouth of the cheap lipstick staining her lips with the back of her hand when the hooker took the opportunity to spank her ass.

MJ glared at her and put up her dukes like she was ready to fight. The hooker held her hands up and flashed her big fake nails like she would tear the other woman apart if she tried anything before she smiled and laughed unpleasantly.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said, licking her lips. “She tastes as good as she looks.”

MJ looked all around her. She suddenly felt very foolish. She knew that was a bad idea, what she just did. Coming here altogether was dumb but actually giving this kind of woman that look instead of making another to bolt was even worse. All because the hooker was beckoned at her as if to confirm that suspicion that she really would have to fight it out. But then there was a loud thud in the back.

They all looked in that direction. MJ turned to look too. It was a tall well dressed man. All the pimps there were dressed fine but anyone looking at them wouldn't have doubted they were pimps. This one on the other hand was dressed fine from head to toe in a stylish way, a black suit and fine waistcoat that wouldn't have been out of place at a business meeting. He was definitely an older guy probably in his sixties, with a full head of white hair and a bit heavyset in years, but his face was so clean shaven and he had such a wild vitality that he looked younger than he actually was though even if he had gotten a dye job, he still wouldn’t be able to pass for a young man. He strode on forward with no regard for the rest of them.

He was looking at MJ the whole time. His smile would have been gentle if not for the vicious streak in his eyes. He almost looked like a wolf. The others who had surrounded her had backed away.

“Well, well, this isn't a good place for little girls,” he said. “Don't you know what kind of people come here?” he said, looking at the others. MJ had had it by now, she was about to say something to him even with how tall he was. But his compatriots’ responses surprised her.

“We're sorry big guy!” said a small pudgy pimp overdressed with shiny shades and bling all over. “We didn't mean to...”

“Can it you morons. We're pimps but that doesn't mean we don't have to be gentlemen too, right?” He was looking right at MJ. He was easily the biggest guy there, must have been close to seven feet in height. She didn't know if she should feel safe or more intimidated than ever. Just the rest of these thugs, she couldn’t look away from him either.

He called them off but that doesn't mean he's a good guy! MJ said to herself. Knowing someone like him it just means he wants you all to himself.

Then he fell to one knee right in front of her. She barely had anytime to process how to respond to his gesture before he snatched up her hand in his and kissed it. She was frozen, he kept his lips on the back of her hand longer than she intended while she heard some of the people who had just been harassing her making low 'Oooh' sounds and saying 'Damn.' She was just about to say something but then he let her go. She withdrew her arm, her face flushed in spite of herself. She knew it was just the awkwardness of the situation, but that didn't make it any better. That innocent gesture after what happened to her before cut her deeper than what that other hooker just did.

“What brings a pretty thing like you to this humble abode?” It wasn't the first time he had seen MJ before, he always hung around the nicer parts of town scouting for local talent whether it was checking out magazines or just looking at pretty girls before. But he never expected her to actually be here. She was easily one of the finest women he had laid eyes on and more than a few times he had sent a few of his guys to try and coax her into becoming one of his girls. They always came back with black eyes, courtesy of her boyfriend. He had no idea that Peter Parker was Spider-Man but even then he had seen that hero by her side more than a few times. He knew it would only be trouble.

“Making rent,” she said, looking away from him. She refused to make eye contact with someone like this or give him anymore attention than she wanted to.

“So you turned to the oldest profession, huh?” He towered over her, her head just came up to his stomach, but clearly she wasn't intimidated by that one bit. Not with the glare she gave him. “In that case, allow me to oversee your guide into this new way of life. What do you say?” Then he took out a tissue and gave it to her. She snatched it from his hands and cleaned her lips of the cheap lipstick that had smudged her face.

She looked back at the others behind her. After the way they came for her, she knew that they'd only be trouble. She looked back at him. “You're not going to try and keep me from leaving, are you?”

He looked at the ones that had harassed her, then back at her. “Of course not. This is your decision, after all. But I am true to my word. Work for me and you'll get what you want.”

“Fine.”

“Good, good! But...” He circled around her and she winced from being looked at like that. He might have been a nice pimp, but a pimp was still a pimp. Then he was right in front of her again. “Maybe we should find you a change of clothes.” She didn't say anything, but he could tell she didn't like it. “Oh don't be like that. I think you're dressed just fine. But...” He leaned down to look at her so that his face was inches away from hers. “It's not ho material.”

“Okay...” She backed up away from him. The others behind her were snickering. “Let me show you my preferred wardrobe. Then I'll have you out on the streets.”

***

MJ was out on the sidewalks wearing a miniskirt and a little tank top. On the other end of the streets, her new pimp was in a car watching over her. He said it was for her security, a little favor he always did for his new girls on their first night. But she never felt more uncomfortable.

The least of which because a car stopped right up to her. The window opposite the passenger's side rolled down. She slowly walked on over.

It was an older black guy, much have been in his sixties. Streaks of white in his hair, smiling right at her. “Hey cutie. You up for some fun?”

“Um...”

“Because I am.” He shamelessly fondled his crotch and she saw him pitching a tent. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She had decided to do this. But she was still at a loss for words.

“Do you...do you have the money?”

“One hundred dollars for ten minutes of your time.” He have her a big toothy grin and flashed the benjamin right out. She needed five hundred bucks to help make things even and that wasn't even half of what she needed. But she was desperate.

“A-alright...” she said. He opened up the door and she got inside, shutting the door behind her. His weathered hands felt up her long legs and she was surprised by how weirdly turned on she was getting. She barely had any time to react before he kissed her right on the lips. He wasn't being rough like the hooker but there was no denying what he wanted, and before she knew it, he opened his mouth to let out his tongue.

This time, she knew she couldn't resist if she wanted to earn that money. She didn't try and pull away from him. She slowly opened up her mouth to welcome his tongue and he was more than happy to capitalize on the situation, shoving it right in. It was her first instinct to pull back but the instant she made to, she remembered why she was here. She didn't resist.

As she stood there taking it, he kept on feeling her legs right up. He loved the soft skin of her thighs and moved them closer until they were right up her miniskirt. His fingers were on her panties, feeling up her crotch, while he kept on digging his tongue all around her mouth. Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, she started kissing him right back.

That same weird heat hadn't stopped filling her right up. Her panties were getting wet from how much he was feeling her up and the ferocity of his kissing. There was nothing gentle about it, but this being first time as a hooker and his abrupt sloppiness was something else.

He had gotten his fly unzipped, revealing his penis. She heard the zipper being undone and backed away from him, knowing exactly what that meant. She looked at his penis, hard up and pointed right at her. She couldn't believe she was actually going to do this.

But he didn't sense any of her apprehension. He liked the way she was looking at it. still lightly brushing her crotch with his fingers, he thankfully put on a condom. MJ realized that even with the kind of men who liked her new vocation, prostitutes had that kind of reputation. She didn't know whether to thank him or be disgusted with herself.

She didn't have much time to think on it. He edged on closer to her seat and pulled down her panties. He hummed pleasantly to himself feeling her hairy muff, and dipped his fingers right into her twat. She froze up feeling him touch her there, and he edged them further on it, feeling around inside before he took the digit back to his mouth and got a taste of her juices. He beckoned her to come forth with that same finger.

Ready to get it over with, she took initiative herself this time and moved so that she was hovering right on top of him. Grinning at this prospect, she grabbed her hips and directly moved her down on top of him. She grit her teeth at their joining, his dick filling her right up.

But she was inert on top of him at first. He didn't notice it at first but when she wasn't responding like he wanted her to, he increased the rate of his pumping. She was glad that he was wearing a condom. Not just because of the nature of this profession, but also because she didn't want him to feel just how wet she was.

Still, he wasn't doing her bareback but he knew. That alone was enough for his satisfaction. She couldn't do much but sit there on top of him yet she started moving back against him. She told herself that it was just to meet his penis pounding inside of her, but he knew the truth. Leaning forward, he pulled down the front of her tank top with his teeth and started sucking her tits. She tried to held in her voice, but even if she wasn't being as loud as he wanted to, he could hear her little whimpers.

He grunted and came inside of her. MJ gasped from his cock tensing up inside of her and releasing his cum. Even with a condom on, she felt his cum hot blowing up inside of her and as expected, he was fucking her even harder as he kept on releasing his spooge. All she could do was take it.

Even with him being an older guy, he was being relentless with her. She had to grab hold of his shoulders to keep herself steady as he kept on ramming her pussy. She turned away and bit her lip from an unwanted and unexpected orgasm hitting her. She couldn’t fight her whole body shaking up as she held onto him harder to keep herself steady from her twat tightening onto his dick. Fortunately he was too lost in his own nut to actually notice.

Finally, he was done. She got off him just so he wouldn't get anymore ideas as well and to be spared the humiliation of him lording over that he made her cum. He threw his head back and laughed before he took off his condom filled up with his jizz and threw it onto the streets. He was almost breathless with how good he felt.

“So where's the money?” she said curtly.

He suddenly looked back at her. He looked away nervously from her, such a beautiful woman angry with him after cumming so hard left him speechless and for a few moments he couldn’t think straight. Then he looked at her again. “Well there is one more thing you can do for me.” He pointed his dick at her, stroking it. “Go on and give it a kiss!”

She looked down at it. There was still a faint stream of cum oozing out of his penis. She gulped and looked at it. She grabbed hold of it, stroking it so as to get all his semen away but that just milked him more, leaking out more of his slime.

“Come on, I'm getting impatient,” he said, regaining the upper hand with her. “Either suck me off or no deal.”

Sighing, MJ lowered her head and licked the underside of his penis for the first time. It was hot and had a nasty lewd taste. The first of his goo got right on her tongue and she would have made to spit it right out, but it got in her mouth before she realized it, and then it went straight down her throat. No use in resisting this one anymore.

She closed her eyes, pretending that it was Peter's penis. It allowed her to ease into it, and even though she knew in the back of her mind that it wasn't the case, it did allow her to be more active with her fellatio. She licked all over the shaft, tasting his hot penis and his cum still pouring out.

Her tongue graced the crown of his head just right. Already so sensitive after a nut, he came instantly, blowing his load all over her face and into her mouth. He looked out the front of his car and held his hands up high, cheering. Fortunately that left him distracted from her and she took the opportunity to wipe his jizz off her face before he had the opportunity to demand that she eat the rest of it.

He was high on life. But she was getting angry. “Where's the money?”

“Oh uh, yeah, sorry!” He handed her the bill. Taking it, she quickly left his car.

The pimp’s car was still there. The windows were tinted but she could still feel him watching her. She looked away. She put in a breathmint to get the taste of the last guy’s dick out of her mouth.

A half an hour later, another car pulled up. The window rolled down. An older white guy, pudgy with his hair balding. Younger than the man she was just with without a single white streak in his hair, but not young either. She looked back at the pimp’s car. Sighing, she walked on over to the window and leaned over so she was looking in, her ass bent up in the air.

“Hey there,” he said. “You provide certain goods and services?”

“You got the money?” she said a little curtly.

He flashed her several benjamins. “That to your liking sugar?”

“Fine,” she said. She opened up the door and got in. She was a little worried when he actually drove away. But then she looked back and saw the pimp following them in his car. This guy turned around several blocks until they were alone in an alleyway. The pimp was close behind, watching them.

“I’m so fucking excited!” said the guy looking out the front. He sounded like a little kid, then looked all around him like he was paranoid. “This is the first time I’ve done this kind of thing. Don’t want my wife finding out!” He looked at her. “Or my kid!”

MJ fought the urge to groan. She was reminded of how she was doing this kind of thing behind Peter’s back and hated the idea of being some cheating husband’s squeeze. But then she remembered that bit of money he flashed at her. She wanted to get this one over with as soon as possible. “So what do you want to do?” she said.

He sensed how irritated she was. Could tell she was green at this kind of thing too. That made him feel naughtier than usual. “Give me a kiss you sexy little minx!” He leaned over so that he was in the passenger’s side seat with her. He locked lips with her, pushing her down so that she was lying down on the car seat, getting right on top of her. She couldn’t do much to resist him, he was forcing her tongue deep into her mouth and grinding up hard against her.

He reached a hand up her skirt, finding her panties. MJ had already been more turned on than she liked since the last one but the instant his fingers reached into her twat, she was far more wet than she expected, she was good to fuck. He knew it too, chuckling as his tongue whipped inside of her mouth and his fingers probed past her panties and deep inside of her pussy.

Still fingering her wet snatch, he grabbed one of her tits. Just like her twat, he could sense how turned on she was with her nipples being hard. But he was far from ready to simply get this one over and done with. It wasn’t everyday that people would get a look at a beauty like Mary Jane Watson, let alone have the joy of taking her for a spin. He wasn’t to enjoy this one as long as possible.

He found her clit. It wasn’t at full arousal yet, but it was good enough. Taking it between his fingers he stroked it, getting it hard and moist. While he was doing so, he continued probing her pussy with his digits, enjoying how tight she was getting.

MJ made a muffled series of weak moans when she suddenly came. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was so surprising and she felt so embarrassed that she could do nothing while this man still played with her. He stopped kissing her and lifted up her shirt with a smile on his face, revealing her bare breasts.

She was too weak to fight him anymore as she sucked on each of her teats in turn. He loved the shape and feel of her breasts and how hard her nipples were. And he knew just how sensitive she was in her rack. She didn’t stand a chance against him.

Not willing to waste anymore time, he took out a condom and put it on his penis. “Don’t want you giving my little spider monkey a little brother or sister anytime soon!” That prompted her to glare at him but not much else, and then she felt him suddenly pull her panties down and stab his penis right inside of her. Her voice erupted from her throat in a loud and unashamed moan.

He was way more active with her than her last client. He was fucking inside of her hard and fast, not thinking one bit for her pleasure. But at the same time he also knew that he didn’t need to be worried, he could feel how hot and wet she was on his dick even while he was wearing a condom.

The way he was giving it to her, she had no choice but to use her hips right back against him. With the pace the two of them were setting with each other, she couldn’t hold her voice in either, there was no doubt as to just how much she was getting off on this one. Pleased with this outcome, he kept on mauling her tits with his hands, twisting and tweaking her nipples as he liked.

But he surprised himself. He was closer to his peak than he expected. Unable to take it anymore, he pushed himself all the way inside of her bust a nut, cumming inside of her. MJ was still wailing from being dominated by this guy when she felt his prick tense up. In that split second she knew the inevitable was going to happen and then she felt his semen burst out and fill her up. Even though he was wearing a condom, she felt it acutely as if he were bareback inside of her and she couldn’t fight the climax that came over her.

He pulled out of her as she lay back on the car seat, just taking it in. She couldn’t think straight, her body was flaring up with ecstasy in her pussy and in her tits, and her mind was blazed over with undeniable satisfaction. He took his condom off and poked her face with his naked penis.

He didn’t need to say anything before she opened her mouth to welcome his cock inside. A part of her still resisted it, but it was small, and she just patiently moved her head up and down as her lips and tongue worked his still cumming penis, swallowing every last drop of his semen. He couldn’t even find the strength to laugh at this show of dominance, instead he could only grunt from such an ecstatic experience.

Finished, he pulled his dick out of her. He pulled his pants up and just sat back in his seat, laughing in happiness. MJ still sat there from being dazed. But she eventually recovered and picked herself up.

“So um…” she said.

“What? Oh yeah. Here, take it! You earned it!” He threw her the cash. Taking it, she quickly excused herself and got out of the car before he had any second thoughts and ask her to do more for that money.

She left the alleyway. The car from her previous client pulled out and zoomed on out of there. Clearly he had a good time. She looked at her earnings. She smiled, knowing she was halfway there.

She was about to turn around the block when another car pulled on by her. This one was loud, not just from the screeching tires but the people inside it. A whole bunch of guys inside. The windows rolled down. It was four of them. They all looked about her age, she had just turned twenty-one this past month, and some of them looked even younger than that. They were leering at her like a bunch of predators.

“Hey, hey, hey, do you provide certain services in exchange for money?” said the one in the driver’s seat, trying to sound as calm as possible. He was clearly drunk.

“If you got the money,” MJ said. She didn’t want to deal with a bunch of stupid broke drunks.

“We sure do!” said one of them in the back seat. They all flashed a bunch of cash at her. Then he grabbed the one sitting next to him and shoved him forward. “Our little bro is turning eighteen today! And we figured we’d give him one hell of a party!”

They were all jeering and hooting. They weren’t doing it at anything in particular, they were doing it at her, they were doing it for their buddy, and they were drunk off their asses so they’d probably be laughing at something as serious as a funeral if they were attending one. A back seat door was opened. Sighing to herself, she got in and the car was off.

The one behind the wheels really was drunk. He was zig zagging all over the place and parked on another curb not far away. Before MJ could get a good look at him, birthday boy got her on all fours and, hiking up her skirt, shoved his cock right inside of her. After everything she already did tonight, her pussy was so wet that it easily welcomed his pecker.

The rest of them were cheering him on. He was being so rough with her that she barely noticed he was the first guy fucking her bareback tonight. She was also getting fucked so fast that she had no choice but to move her ass right back up against his hips. She really did look like a bitch taking it.

MJ couldn't believe how turned on she was getting. She didn't know whether it was the cock fucking her, all the guys here hooting and hollering, everything she did already with her previous two john's or just a combination of all three, but she was feeling the leadup to an orgasm fast. She certainly looked the part going at it with him, yet what really sold it was how loud her moans were. She was so high pitched with her cries that her moans were almost as loud as all the other guys watching it like it was a spectacle.

But despite being so dominant, he was hardly the man he wanted to be. His rough groans quickly died down to a series of jerky sounding little whimpers, and then he was ready to cum. MJ recovered enough to say, “D-don't...I'll get...!” Before she could finish that sentence he lost it, blowing his load right inside of her.

MJ let out a shrill scream. She was already close to satisfaction, but his hot cum flooding into her pussy finished her off, and she could only rest her head on her arms as her torso collapsed, her ass still sticking up in the air while he pumped out the last of his cum inside her pussy. It was easily the most intense orgasm she had this night. Finished, he pulled out of her.

Her climax was so powerful that her ears were ringing. She could still hear them going at it, no doubt cheering on their little man. And even with how muffled and distant their voices sounded, she still heard what they were planning next.

“Hey man, no reason we all can't have a bit of fun, right?” said another.

“Fuck yeah, our little bro just became a man, but he just got first dibs.”

“Though he should watch out. She's a whore man, she might have STDs and he still went inside her bareback.”

“Well we don't have to worry about that. Not with what we want to do to her.”

MJ knew as soon as she got in this car that she might be taking it from the rest of them. With the way guys were and how all they flashed some cash, she'd be stupid not to see this one coming. But she was so knocked out that she could barely move. She only hoped they wouldn't be too rough with her.

They were not going to be left out. Mary Jane Watson was a knockout of a woman who in most other circumstances could and would only let those she liked touch her. This time however was different. They didn't know who she was but they didn't need to.

She felt her lips being pulled open and then a penis went right inside of her mouth. The other two got around her too, raising up her shirt so that it was scrunched around her collarbone and then they started rubbing their dicks all over her tits. In that position and her body still wracked with pleasure, she couldn't do much but just go along with it. She moved her head back and forth accommodate the dick in her mouth while the other two kept on rubbing their cocks all over her shapely tits and hard nipples. Yet there was no discomfort for her, and she just went along with it as much as possible. After this job, she'd have enough money.

That thought was interrupted by the cock inside her mouth busted his nut. His dick was so big and there was so much cum that she had to work slowly on swallowing it all while he emptied his load inside of her. The two of them rubbing their pricks on her breasts were just taking their time. Knowing this thing was going to be over soon filled her up with an unthinking serenity and MJ reached a hand down to her cunt overflowing with cum, still awash in ecstasy, and calmly touched herself. That just got the two guys on top of her to play with her tits even harder and pinch her nipples. It was a sea of carnal bliss for all three of them.

They came soon after, one of them shooting his load all over her tits while the other wrapped his dick in her red hair and jerked his dick off in her locks until he came deep in her mane. All four of the guys lay back, dumb and happy from all that sex, making goofy moans and giggling. A dumb smile spread across her face from all of it, knowing this night would soon be over. But lying there and covered in jizz from head to toe, so much of her skin coated in it, oozing out her pussy, and her beautiful red hair which her current boyfriend loved and her pubes too drenched in semen, she really did look like a whore and nothing like her original self.

The prospect of money was also the mindset of a hooker. She got up and said, “Alright boys, show me the money!” They were still laughing amongst themselves and unthinkingly got out the cash in their state of sexual euphoria, not even bothering to step things up a notch. She hurriedly cleaned herself up as best she could and got her clothes back on before she stepped out.

She happily looked over all the cash she got. Those drunks guys apparently miscounted because they gave her a lot more than they initially showed her. The door shut behind her and then they were off, laughing into the night.

She went to the pimp's car. He rolled down the window with a smile on his face. “So how was your first night?”

“My only night. I've got what I needed.”

A glint flashed in his eyes at what he perceived as some attitude from her. “Then give me my share. And we will go our separate ways.”

She looked down at the wad of cash she just got. She was suddenly grateful those guys were as drunk as they were. Otherwise this night could go on a lot longer.

She counted the exact amount she needed and handed him the remainder. He looked at her sternly. “A little short.” MJ gulped. “But I'll let it go this time.”

“This time?”

“Oh of course. When you need money again, I'll be more than happy to help you out again. A girl like you was made for this kind of thing.”

“Fine, whatever. I'm headed back home.”

“Wait. Those are my clothes you're wearing. Take them off.”

“Let me see mine.”

It wasn't often that his girls talked back like that to him. He could be gentle when he wanted to be, but he still had a reputation to uphold. Still, he would play along. He intended to have this one again. And if she had money problems now, it would happen in the future. When that time happened, she would be begging for his patronage.

He tossed the bundle of her clothes at him. Grimacing, she held them up to cover up her nudity as she got her new attire off. Looking away from him, she handed him back her whoring outfit while she worked to get her own clothes back on her body as fast as possible. He watched her intently, loving the sight of the fabric conforming back across her fine body. Then without another word, she turned her back to him and was off.

That night she made sure to wash herself thoroughly, cleaning herself of every bit of it while Peter was still sleeping. When she got out of the shower she looked at herself in the mirror and marveled in how spotless she looked, beautiful and pristine as ever. She didn't want Peter getting a whiff of what went down. When she showed him the money she got, he was overjoyed. Thankfully, he didn't ask how because she couldn't begin to imagine how she'd explain it. Things went back to normal.

And then next month came, and rent was due.

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Sorry for this one taking so long! Was tinkering with a whole bunch of plot ideas to make it longer and eventually said, "Fuck it, let's just get it out!" There might be a sequel, who knows? Literally the only reason this one took so long was because of what else I wanted to do.