[Fiction] The Whorehouse

[HCM]

Note: Constructive Critisism and suggestions are more than welcome!

PART 1 - The Whorehouse

One Saturday my Master said I wouldn't be returning home that night:
- It's time you make some money for me. You're going to work at a whorehouse.
We arrived at an empty street in the afternoon.
- Throw your shoes and socks in there. You won't need them anymore, demanded my Master pointing at a garbage can.
I walked barefoot with Master for about 5 minutes until we reached our destination. The building seemed very old and dirty. My master knew the owner of the whorehouse pretty well. He was 55 years old, fat and ugly. He invited us in his office. I waited by the door while he and Master sat down.
- What are you waiting for? Take your pants off and show the boss what you've got, said Master.
I obeyed and showed my ass. The owner, who from that point on I had to call boss, didn't seem very excited.
- Viktor, yelled the boss and immidiately a tall, blonde guy wearing only a thong came in the room.
- Get this whore cleaned up and ready to go. He's working with us tonight.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me in a room that looked like a bathroom.
- Undress, he ordered me. He made me kneel in a corner, plugged my asshole with a garden hose and turned the water on, letting the dirt come out. He repeated the same process 2 more times making sure I was completely clean. He then showered me, led me in another room and threw me on a table facing up. He opened a trunk full of toys and came back holding a big, black dildo about 10 inches. He put some lube on it and without a moment's hesitation he shoved it up my ass as I screamed in agony.
- Try to enjoy it, you are to keep it in there for half an hour in order for your hole to stretch, he explained.
Viktor had a few cigarettes, looking at the time once in a while.
- It's time, follow me, he said, removing the dildo off my ass with one move.
We sat in the lounge and got ready to welcome the clients. In the room was also a girl about 20 years old with black hair and dark, blue eyes, probably russian. In her belly was written a price... '40$'. Viktors price was 15$. He took a marker and wrote my price on my belly. It was only 10$ because I wasn't as experienced.