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FLAG GIRL: PRIMPED AND PIMPED I

By Dark One

Lydia Wills stepped out of the front door of Anders Hall. She was glad her classes for that day were done. Whew! Professor Jeffers was such a pig! He leered at her long legs all through class. She terribly uncomfortable, so had to constantly cross and re-cross her legs. And she was showing a lot of leg, too, what with wearing a red micro mini with red stiletto pumps.

“Maybe I’ll wear my black thigh boots next time and fishnet hose,” she mused. “I doubt he’d stare at my legs then.”

Of course, she thought, the boots would look devastating with her black mini and that new hot pink top she bought last weekend while shopping with her friends. Oh, and the satin choker with the heavy silver cross. And bangles. She loved wearing bangles.

Then she saw him. Gregory Tobert. What a hunk! Unfortunately, he was a Senior and she was just a lowly Sophomore. He was speaking with another senior, Jennifer Van Halen. Very rich. Very beautiful, and a cheerleader. He probably wouldn’t even notice someone like little ole Lydia Wills.

The nineteen year old blonde sauntered over to a bench near the two Seniors, then pretended to see something wrong with her right stocking. She set her books on the bench, then bent over and slowly smoothed out her stockings from ankle to knee, several times. She covertly watched Gregory, and noticed his eyes turn toward her and stay. Jennifer suddenly got miffed and shot an angry look Lydia’s way. But she had Gregory’s attention, and wasn’t about to let him loose yet.

Lydia lifted her foot and delicately placed the red stiletto pump on the bench. She pretended to be absorbed in fixing her clothes, and slowly pulled up the hem of her micro mini to reveal the short garters hanging down and holding up her flesh toned stockings. She adjusted the fit, making sure Gregory saw what pretty hands she had, with long delicate fingers and long red nails. Then she tossed her long, silky blonde hair around, fluffing it up, and finally picked up her books.

Then she glanced over at Gregory as if seeing him for the first time, and caught his eye.

“Oh! Gregory. I didn’t see you there,” Lydia said coyly. She dropped her baby blues shyly and smiled sweetly. “Maybe I’ll see you later. At Sonic Sam’s tonight. Everyone’s going.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll be there,” he said, suddenly standing and taking a big gulp. “Maybe we can dance a time or two.”

“I think I’d like that,” she said and set off with a sexy little strut that kept his eyes glued on her until she was out of sight. She giggled, saying, “That went well. I hope Jennifer doesn’t take it out on me in Algebra.”

Jennifer was the Teacher’s Assistant in that class, and did most of the grading.

Rounding the corner, Lydia saw one of her friends. Amber Hansen. The tall brunette was leaving the dorm dressed in a sassy outfit of red short-shorts, black stilettos and a black halter-top. It was noticeable in that Amber rarely dressed so sexy, even for nights out dancing. Then she startled Lydia by climbing into a waiting Lincoln. It was a pink Lincoln, and owned by the notorious pimp, Kid Rotten!

Lydia seethed at seeing the hated pimp. He was the one of the most ruthless sex-peddlers in Sugar Town, that most repugnant of red light districts. Sugar Town, where even the police refused to patrol.

“I have to do something about this,” Lydia said. Amber obviously was caught up in his insidious web of deceit and manipulation. Now that she thought about it, Amber was once her most cash-strapped friend. Now she seemed to have plenty of money for shopping. “Don’t worry, Amber, I’ll save you.”

Lydia went straight home to Wade Manor. Brenda was still at work. Board of Directors and stockholder meetings were scheduled for all week. Her mentor's plate was full, so Lydia didn't want to burden her further. Besides, she could rescue Amber by herself. She was, after all, a superior woman, a super heroine.

The super sexy blonde nineteen year old quickly shed her "street" clothes and entered their secret room through a hidden entrance in her spacious closet, wearing nothing but a pair if white thong panties. Everyone had their own dressing routine. Ms Americana dressed from the bottom up, boots first and tiara last. Flag Girl was more modest, preferring to cover her "vitals" first, so she pulled on the red and white striped micro mini shirt first, with the daring slits up both sides. Next, she slipped into her top, a blue bodice, splashed with white stairs, a large round cutout above her ample bust and high collar. It was sleeveless. With her "girl parts" covered, Flag Girl next slipped into her red stiletto calf boots.

"I feel almost decent now," she said, turning to her mirror.

She tied on her blue choker, with the star. That done, she went to work on her hair, parting it down the middle, then pulling both sides up into flouncy, silky pigtails. After touching up her make up, Flag Girl pressed the blue mask to her face, making sure it was secure and positioned just right. Once she was satisfied, she picked up the golden power belt, with the big red "F" on the front.

"Oooh," she groaned as she snapped it around her narrow waist. "That feels so good."

Since the belt was powered by her own pent up sexual energy, her sexual frustrations, there was a decided sensuous surge through her voluptuous young body. But with that done, she pulled on her blue gloves and looked herself over critically in a full-length mirror.

"Perfect," Flag Girl said, smiling. She LOVED the way she looked in costume. So sexy dangerous. So…HEROIC and dangerous. Super heroic. "Time to save my friend from that dirty rotten scoundrel, Kid Rotten."

Like Ms Americana, Flag Girl has her own patriotically themed car and motorcycle. Since she was feeling especially sporty and dangerous, she decided to take the motorcycle. Within minutes she was on the road and speeding towards Sugar Town. Since she patrolled the city, and Sugar Town, with Ms Americana and other super heroines, Flag Girl had a pretty good idea where her friend would be working. Pimps had their territories, and all hell broke loose if one of them "invaded" the territory of another pimp. Kid was currently working his girls on Anita, between the Sugar Time strip joint and the Paris Book Store. About four blocks all totaled.

Flag Girl parked her red, white and blue racing bike behind the Paris Book Store and headed up Anita. Men and women, hookers and pimps, johns and pushers scrambled out of her way, heading for bolt holes.

"As they should," she said, smiling smugly.

She only got about a block when she spotted Amber getting out of a blue late model Ford. The pretty brunette headed straight over to a waiting Lincoln with a sassy strut. Kid Rotten was leaning up against the Lincoln counting money. Two other girls were standing there competing for his attention. Flag Girl scowled at them as she quickened her pace, heading straight for the vile pimp.

Flag Girl suppressed the bile that threatened to rise up her throat when Amber handed Kid her earnings. Amber was a pre-med student. She was brilliant, in fact, and would make a terrific doctor one day. If evil men like Kid didn't derail her ambitions and bright future. Prostitution was a one way ticket to poverty and despair. She could not imagine a more degenerate lifestyle than hooking, except maybe pimping. Well, pimping was more evil, while prostituting was just plain disgusting.

Kid Rotten was a particularly vile character. He was tall and lanky looking, but deceptively strong and a vicious fighter when cornered. That night he wore a purple suit and matching bowler. His dark blonde hair was shoulder length and looked greasy, like he rarely washed it.

"Kid Rotten! You evil misogynist!" she cried. "You've been warned time and time again to give up pimping and leave Delta City. Now you will suffer the consequences of ignoring the warnings of the city's super heroines."

"Run for it," Kid called, and the hookers scattered, including Amber.

Kid ran around the car and jumped into the driver's seat. A second later the engine roared to life. But Flag Girl was faster, and reached him before he could put it in gear. She kicked up and drove her stiletto heel through the safety glass of the driver's side door, showering the hated pimp with countless chunks of glass. Then she reached in, seized him by the collar and pulled the tall, lanky blonde pimp out through the shattered window.

"I don't think so," Flag Girl said, pleased she actually caught him. Too often they escaped. "You are under arrest, miscreant."

Flag Girl threw the much taller pimp over the top of his car, to land in a heap on the sidewalk. She casually walked around and grinned down at her handiwork. Pimps looked best on the ground at her booted feet, groaning with pain.

The sexy sidekick reached down, grabbed him by his scraggly goatee, and pulled him to his feet. Then she ran him straight into a brick wall. He bounced off the wall, wobbled and fell to his knees. But he wasn't going down yet. Kid was one tough cookie. Always had been.

Once, a couple years back, Kid tricked Ms Americana into becoming his hooker for a couple years. It was before Flag Girl took up the mantel of super heroine, but she knew it was a constant source of personal anguish and humiliation for Ms A. Fortunately, one of Brenda's research labs created a drug that could be used to wipe knowledge and memories from someone's mind.

One night, Ms Americana, Got Gal and Lady Midnight jumped Kid, dragged him off to a hidden location and proceeded to wipe all knowledge of Ms Americana's true identity from his mind. They couldn't wipe out all of his memories of pimping and fucking her for well over two years, but enough to get her out from beneath his vile thumb. After all, it was an open "secret" in Sugar Town that she was a streetwalker for those few years.

Ms Americana's stint in white slavery as his girl was the main reason Flag Girl despised Kid more than any other pimp. Ms Americana tended to leave him alone, afraid of stirring up any memories within him. But now Flag Girl had her chance to put him away for a long time.

"You have a choice," Flag Girl said, seeing an opportunity to rid Delta City of Kid forever. "I can have you hauled in and tossed in County for a couple years, or you can leave Delta City for good. You're choice."

"There's a third choice," he groaned, looking up at her.

"Really?"

"Yes," he said, and kicked straight up into her twat.

"Uugh!" she gasped, clutching at her brutalized pussy. A second later, while she was distracted, he swept her feet away and she fell flat on her back beside him. "Yikes!"

Kid rolled to his feet and stomped down at her belly. Flag Girl was too quick, and managed to roll aside a second before his big foot slammed into the concrete. She rolled to her feet and whirled around to face him. He was waiting, and punched her in the face.

"Ugh!" she grunted, staggering back. He punched her in the stomach, then a right cross followed by a left. "Stop!"

"Yield!" he demanded.

Flag Girl glanced left and right, seeing Kid's hookers all watching them in morbid fascination. They were scantily clad and beautiful, desirable women. Hookers. Whores. If she yielded to him, if she surrendered to his not so tender mercies, SHE would be one of those girls.

"Never!" she cried, and kicked straight up.

"Aaahhh," he cried, falling back.

She followed him, pounding fist after fist into his belly and face, until he dropped to his knees too weak to fight any more. Flag Girl struck a super heroine pose over him, knowing that all the Sugar Town street people were watching her defeat one of Sugar Town's most feared and respected pimps. He had, after all, tamed and pimped Ms Americana for almost two and a half years, five years back. He had big street cred.

"Give it up, Rotten, you are defeated by a superior woman," she said, gloating. "You gave it your best shot, and came up lacking."

"Leave my boyfriend alone, bitch!" Amber said from behind Flag Girl.

Flag Girl turned to tell her friend it was all okay now, that she was no longer under the thumb of Kid. But Amber was in a full rage. Too late Flag Girl noticed the ten inch, thick black dildo in Amber's hand. A second later Amber used it like a blackjack, and smacked it up side Flag Girl's head. Hit her hard in the temple, making white and black explode behind the sexy sidekick's bright blue eyes.

"Aaaiiee," she cried, stumbling backwards, then tripped over Kid.

Kid came around then, and he started pummeling her brutally. Amber rushed up and started kicking her while she was down, too. Within seconds Flag Girl felt the strength bleeding from her young, voluptuous body, then Kid produced a pair of handcuffs and pulled her arms behind her back.

Click! Click!

"We got her!" Kid cried, standing up and raising his arms in victory. The street people all cheered wildly. "Yes! Thanks to Amber's quick thinking."

"Oh, it was nothing," Amber said. "Just a woman protecting her man."

Flag Girl was picked up and tossed atop the hood of Kid's Lincoln. Her top was unzipped, pulled off and tossed into the passenger's side front window. Amber pulled her thong panties down her mile long legs, and threw it to the watching crowd for a souvenir. Kid removed Flag Girl's all important power belt while Amber pulled her skirt off, leaving her in nothing but boots, gloves and mask.

"Shall we have some fun?" Kid called to the streets.

"YES!"

"I thought so," he said, laughing. He pulled her towards him, until her rump was at the edge and her booted legs hung to either side of him. Then he pulled out his legendary Bitch Tamer cock to the "Ooos" and "Aaahs" of the crowd. At ten inches, it was thicker than normal, more than a pussy full, to say the least. Kid spread her moist, hot nether lips with one hand, and guided his cock in with the other. Then with an evil grin, he SHOVED it home with all he had.

Flag Girl's eyes flew wide, her back arched and she screamed. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee!"

"Yes!" he cried. "She liked that."

"What a slut," Amber said, dark brown eyes glittering with evil glee. "Tame that haughty, holier-than-thou bitch, Kid. Make her beg for it."

Kid started a hard, fast pumping action, and then grabbed Flag Girl's jostling 36Ds. The hapless heroine gasped and groaned, not used to be fucked, much less being fucked so hard and with suck a massive cock. Then Amber crawled up on the hood and grabbed the overheated super heroine's face in both hands, then claimed her full red lips in a deep, passionate lipstick kiss.

"Mmmmmmm," they both groaned hedonistically.

"Wow, she's a lesbian or something," Kid crowed. "Her pretty pink nipples got instantly hard and pointy when you kissed her. Keep it up, babe."

Amber thrust her tongue deep into Flag Girl's mouth. The sexy blonde started to suck on it. After a minute or two, Flag Girl thrust her tongue into Amber's mouth, and they really got into their French kissing, moaning and groaning, greasy lips sliding all over each other. And that cock, huge and demanding, scrambling her mind and weakening her body.

Flag Girl's body was afire. She knew she was dangerously close to being tamed and claimed by an evil street pimp. For the first time she understood why women like Amber would submit to his will, would prostitute herself for him. She could understand how a woman could become addicted to a cock like that, and would do anything at all just to have a chance of him using it on them again and again.

<So weak,> she thought dismally. <I must fight harder. Must not let them tame me.>

But Ms Americana, her mentor and the strongest woman she knew, fell victim to Kid. True, the legendary Queen of Justice had lost a wager and was bound to Kid for twenty-five months as his sex slave and street whore, but Ms Americana was kept beyond her agreed upon time, by a combination of sound fucking and blackmail.

Now Flag Girl understood why. Her body was quickly consumed with an incredibly erotic, all consuming heat that rose up from her lower belly to burn away the butterflies of capture and penetration. In short order she was panting loudly through her nose as Amber Frenched her and Kid just frankly fucked the crap out of her, while he fondled her tits in the most wonderful way.

<Sweet Goddess, no! I can't stop it,> the super sexy sidekick thought as the threatening orgasm rolled inevitably towards climax. Then Kid suddenly started fucking her even faster, as if he sensed her weakness and vulnerability. He probably did, since he was a skanky misogynist pimp. But that was all they wrote for poor, helpless Flag Girl. That orgasm exploded. "Oh! I'm cuuummmmmminnnngg! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Wahoo! Kid tames another super heroine!" Amber cried, which caused the crowd to begin dancing and cheering.

Flag Girl noticed for the first time people were taking pictures of her capture and taming. Within the hour, her humiliation would be spread all over the internet. She felt her face burning in shame, but since she was still impaled on Kid's bitch taming cock, she was helpless to do anything but writhe and gasp. And he fucked her another five minutes before he finally popped his wad deep inside her body.

Then for the next two hours, Kid collected fifty dollars a man while the street people lined up and ran a train on her sweet puss. An amazing thirty men fucked her in that long gang bang. Thirty men in two hours. She couldn't believe it, but Kid kept them humping and kept them coming. Worse, or was it better? Flag Girl had almost as many climaxes as men that fucked her. But then she passed out after number thirty and Kid couldn't wake her.

"Well boys, she's no Americana," Kid laughed. "Ms Ameri-Fuck-them-all-stupid, could've gone another couple hours like this."

They all laughed.

Kid picked Flag Girl up and carried her to the trunk of his Lincoln. Amber popped the trunk, and he stuffed the thoroughly fucked super heroine inside. He tied her legs together, at ankles, upper calves and mid-thighs, then Amber thrust a ten inch vibrating dildo up Flag Girl's reamed out cunt and turned it on.

"That'll keep her tamed," Kid said, laughing.

Then they all went back to work as if nothing untoward happened.

The vibrator kept the oversexed sidekick "occupied" and in an almost constant state of climax for almost three hours. Then it slowly faded as the batteries gave up the ghost. After that, the sexy blonde teenage sidekick passed out cold.

Near sunrise, Flag Girl was awakened by the trunk lip popping open. Kid pulled her out and stood her up next to the car. Amber was watching with evilly gleeful brown eyes, and Flag Girl's costume in her hands. Amber was topless, and her red short-shorts were unfastened and unzipped. The only thing keeping the short-shorts up were the fact they were so damn tight, like a second skin. Amber was highly aroused, her nipples were hard and erect.

Flag Girl looked around. They were at a large home somewhere in the suburbs. That surprised her. She didn't think Kid was the suburb type.

"You won't get away with this, Kid," Flag Girl snarled. "When Ms Americana realizes I am missing, she will come looking. When she finds me with you, that will be all they wrote for you and your illicit career in exploitation."

"Ha! When she discovers that I am pimping your hot young body down on Anita, she MIGHT come down," he said, gloating. "But if she does, and that's a big IF, then when we meet I will whip out the ole Bitch Tamer and she will fall to her knees before her GOD."

"Never!"

"It's happened three times since she escaped me," he said smugly.

"Lies!"

"Why should I lie? Three times she has TRIED to run me out of town, and all three times ended with her on her knees sucking me off," he said. "Unfortunately, she runs off after sucking me, and I never had the chance to fuck her properly. Otherwise, she'd be working the streets for me right now."

"Ooooh, if you have her sexy sidekick, Kid, then Ms Americana CAN'T run away," Amber said. "Next time, you will claim Ms Americana as your sex slave, and then pimp both Ms Americana and Flag Girl."

Flag Girl was picked up and Kid carried her inside. There were two other men and six more hookers inside. They all worked for Kid. The two black men were his enforcers/bodyguards. The women were all coeds, and counting Amber, she knew four of them in school. Indeed, she'd gone to High School with two of them. They were mostly from wealthy families in Delta City. She was shocked Kid managed to recruit them. They didn't need the money like Amber.

"All right, boys and girls, it's time to introduce Flag Twat here into her new life and lifestyle," Kid said, swatting her silky soft rump.

The other two men were naked, dicks hard and huge. The six hookers had been "entertaining" them. One of the perks of the job. The hookers were all in various degrees of nakedness. None of their tits or pussies were covered. Mostly they wore sexy lingerie, garter belts and hose, opera gloves and stiletto shoes and boots.

Amber stripped off her red short-shorts while Kid untied Flag Girl's legs. As soon as the ropes came loose, she spread her legs and pushed, and the dildo fell to the floor. Everyone laughed. The laughter stopped when she send her booted foot upside Kid's head. Then she kicked Amber in the chin, sending her stumbling backwards across the room.

Flag Girl kicked Kid in the head, leaving him unconscious at her feet, before she turned and attacked the two bodyguards. They were both six five, muscular and mean looking. But she was a trained martial artist, and even with her wrists handcuffed behind her back she as a deadly weapon. Flag Girl commenced to kick butt, and within minutes both of the bodyguards were laying on the floor moaning and groaning like their boss.

Seeing her chance, Flag Girl turned and ran for the door. It would be beyond humiliating to run through the streets handcuffed and naked, but far better a little public humiliation than being tamed and put to work hooking for Kid. She knew she couldn't fight Kid's influence and demands it she received another sound fucking like earlier that evening.

As she ran, 36Ds flopping all around, Amber ran up and kicked at her feet. Flag Girl spotted her former friend just in time and leapt over that attempt to trip her up. Unfortunately, her stiletto heel caught in the carpet a second later and she went tumbling down a good ten feet from the front door. A second later seven hookers leapt atop her.

"No! Let me go," she demanded.

They didn't. In fact, they seemed to find it funny she was making any demands at all. Then they were all over her, all lips and fingers and hands. Two of the girls each claimed a tit to fondle, lick and suck upon, while a Hispanic hooker claimed her lips in a deep kiss. Then her knees were pulled wide and Amber crawled up between them, and started to eat her out.

"Uuummmmm," Flag Girl groaned hedonistically.

Amber licked her pubic mount completely clean, then spread the sexy sidekick's bubble gum pink slit open wide, and licked that clean of cum, too. Flag Girl writhed and moaned wantonly, unable to fight the feelings and urges consuming her body, but desperately wanting to. All she could think about was want those wicked girls were doing to her, how they were so talented and made her body feel so good.

<Sweet Goddess, save me,> Flag Girl thought miserably. <I'm falling. I'm not strong enough to fight them.> Amber found her clit and began to suck on it real hard, making her groan and arch her back. <Oooooh, I'm such a miserable slut.>

And with that thought, her body exploded with a mind numbing orgasm.

"Uuuummgghhhh! Mmmuuggghhhh!"

"Oh, I think we just debunked the myth that women cannot climax," Amber said, grinning with a wet, shiny face.

"Yeah, good job, honey," Kid said.

The hookers all stopped abusing her at the same time and moved back. Flag Girl looked up to find Kid standing over her, looking very angry, and his two bodyguards to either side of him. They didn't look happy either. She gulped and stared up at them with big blue eyes.

"Remember me?" Kid said. He kicked her in the cunt. Hard. "Time to put PAID on your sweet white ass."

The two bodyguards picked her up by her arms, and held her tight. Kid started pounding his fists into her belly, doubling her up, then used her 36Ds as speed bags for some boxing practice for a few more minutes. She was barely conscious by the time he finished.

They released her arms and she fell to her knees. Kid unzipped, pulled out his cock and grabbed her by both pigtails. Pressing the head of his dick to her full red lips, he used her pigtails to pull her onto his cock, spreading her lips wider and wider. Her eyes grew wide as well. Seconds later, the vanquished vigilante began to suck.

Flag Girl wasn't very good at first, but Kid began her lessons on how to give killer head at that time. She followed his directions to the letter, knowing she was caught and wasn't going to escape her fate. Besides, the other girls had fired up her libido and she was horny as hell. The sexy sidekick sucked him off, until he creamed her mouth. She ate all his cum, then licked his cock and balls completely clean. Then she did the same for both bodyguards.

After that, they retired to the couches and chairs of the living room, where Flag Girl was passed around between the three men and seven girls. Later, two more men arrived and joined in. To Flag Girl's surprise, and everyone's delight, the incessant, endless sexual use and abuse didn't beat her down, didn't wipe her out emotionally and physically, but energized the blonde bombshell. Flag Girl was wearing everyone else out.

Late afternoon found Flag Girl on her knees in front of Kid. She was not bound in any way, except for the two bodyguards holding her arms. That could only mean one thing, since she'd gone most of the day unfettered. But she was resigned to her fate. Her throat was tight, knowing what was coming and knowing it would seal her fate -- Kid's sex toy and street whore.

"Let's see who is hiding behind this mask," Kid said, looking eager. "We've fucked the hell out of Flag Girl, now it is time to start fucking her alter ego."

Flag Girl took a deep steadying breath as he took hold of the edge of her blue mask. She held her breath as he started pulling, feeling it slowly pealing off her beautiful face. Despair descended upon her as the mask came off, revealing her face to her mortal enemies.

"Dammit," Kid said, looking disappointed. "You look kinda familiar, but I don't know who you are."

Suddenly, hope sprang alive deep in her heart. She still had a chance to escape disgusting prostitution. Kid had no real power over her if he didn't know her secret identity. Then Amber and some of the other hookers piped up.

"She's Lydia Wills, Brenda Wade's ward," Amber said, looking supremely pleased. "She is sooo stuck up."

"Like, yeah," another of Lydia's friends said. "Cheerleader stuck up. I've known her for like ten years, and she's always been so haughty and superior."

"Good," Kid said, grinning. "Then she deserves to be cast down into the gutter."

Amber and the other girls took Flag Girl away. She was taken to the bathroom, where they "dolled" her up. They fix her hair and face, giving her brighter make up to attract more johns. They primped her properly for prostitution. Then they took her back to Kid for his inspection.

"Great job primping, girls," Kid said, and tossed an armload of clothes to the sexy sidekick. "Put these clothes on. I want you whoring yourself as Lydia first, then later after you have some experience Flag Girl will take her turn on the street."

She put on a pair of red patent leather thigh boots and a black halter dress with daring slits up both sides. No panties. Kid liked his girls going commando.

Within the hour, Flag Girl was standing at the corner of Anita and Cox. Big Mamma's Sweet Dreams Hotel was behind her. It was a hooker hotel. Kid arranged for her to have room 705, on the seventh floor. It was an eight story building.

"You've been fighting prostitution long enough to know how it all goes down, Flag Twit," Kid said. "Now, get to work. I expect you to make a killing tonight. Don't disappoint me, or bad things will happen."

Flag Girl swallowed hard, big blue eyes wide. She nodded, still numb. It was beyond belief that she, Flag Girl, was about to start turning tricks. Kid Rotten, of all people, was her pimp. Her friends, some from High School, had betrayed her secret identity. Now one of the most brutal pimps in Sugar Town owned her.

<I'm a sex slave,> she thought, seeing a slow moving car approaching. Kid noticed it too, and gave her a meaningful look. She grimaced, swallowed and stepped up to the curb. <So humiliating!>

"Hey, baby, you looking for a date?" Flag Girl called. A second later she gasped, horrified. "Oh no!"

"Lydia!" Jennifer Van Halen cried from the passenger side. Gregory Tobert was driving. "Greg, it's that skank Lydia Wills, and she is a HOOKER."

"Jesus! You're right," he said, goggle-eyed. "Wow. Let's hire her."

"You think?" Jennifer said, looking Lydia over with a frown.

Lydia shook her head NO. She was ruined. Gregory knew she was a hooker now, and boys told everyone stuff like that. Soon, all of her classmates would be down there to hire her, all those nasty boys she had turned down and rejected.

Jennifer's eyes brightened up when she realized Lydia was near hysterical, that Lydia did NOT want them to hire her. To hire Lydia would humiliate her ten times over. And Jennifer remembered Lydia's little cock teasing display the previous day. She knew Lydia had the hots for her boyfriend.

"I think we should," Jennifer said, smiling smugly now. "I think Lydia would be perfect for our little Ménage a trois." Then she turned to Lydia, "How much for a DATE, whore?"

Lydia stiffened. It was her first trick. And it would likely be the most humiliating of them all, for multiple reasons. With Kid standing just ten feet away, she could not refuse the job.

"Fifty dollars," she said. "Each."

"We can both have you for one hundred?" Gregory said. "Cool. It's a deal. Hop in, babe, and we'll get it on."

"Um, no," Lydia said. She indicated the hooker hotel behind her. "Park your car, and we'll get a room inside the hotel."

"Do we have to pay for the room?"

"Yes."

"We'd rather do it in the car," Gregory said.

Lydia smiled. She saw her out. "Sorry, then. My pimp insists I use the hotel. Sorry."

Jennifer narrowed her eyes at Lydia a long moment. "That'll be fine, then. I just love it when you talk about your pimp. Does he beat you if you don't earn enough?"

"If that turns you on, then yes," Lydia sneered. "Park your car and come on in."

Lydia walked back to the hotel's main entrance. She was actually approached three times by men interested in hiring her before Gregory and Jennifer met up with her. After Gregory paid Big Mamma for the room, of which Kid would get half back from her later, Lydia led the amorous pair to the elevator.

They stood to either side of her on the elevator ride up. Gregory started kissing her neck and fondling her 36Ds, while Jennifer reached up under her dress and began to rub her naked twat as she nuzzled the sexy blonde hooker's ear and neck. They had her libido completely fired up by the fourth floor, with three more levels to go. By the time they reached the seventh floor, Lydia's mouth was dry and she was panting.

Her room wasn't far from the elevator. In less than a minute they were inside. Gregory and Jennifer wanted to get started right away, but Lydia cooled their jets by demanding the money up front. She didn't put it past them to skip out without paying. Kid would likely kick her butt up one side of Anita and down the other if that happened. Unfortunately, by asking for the money she pleased Jennifer to no end.

Once she had the money in hand, Lydia reached up and unfastened the buckle above her left breast, and that released her dress, which flowed silkily down her curvaceous body to pool at her spike-heeled feet. Her tricks quickly stripped down to nothing, and pulled her atop the bed. They were eager to begin.

The pair lay to either side of the sexy coed and kissed, nuzzled, licked and sucked their way down from her ears to her neck to her breasts. Meantime, Gregory began fingering her pussy, while Jennifer snaked her delicate finger up Lydia's poop chute.

"Ooooooo, aaaaaaaayyyyy," Lydia gasped, feeling that finger push into her sphincter. "Mercy." Then Gregory pushed her head down to his crotch, and she gobbled his cock down, "Mmmmmmm."

While Lydia gave Gregory head, Jennifer sucked on her tits and fingered her twat and asshole. It didn't take long before Lydia was overheated and that heady liquid heat was burning her inside out. When Jennifer realized she was really getting Lydia excited, pushing her closer and closer to climax, the college senior redoubled her efforts on her would-be rival. All Lydia could do was groan wantonly and keep sucking Gregory's cock.

"Switch," Gregory said.

"Now for me," Jennifer said, and laid down on the bed. Lydia was maneuvered so that she was between Jennifer widespread legs. Then Lydia went down on Jennifer while Gregory mounted her from behind, doggie style. "Oh yes."

Lydia ate Jennifer out with growing enthusiasm. Gregory's cock was driving her wild, making her hornier and hornier. Soon, she was finger fucking Jennifer while sucking on her clit. Soon after that, her first climax burned through her shapely young body.

"Uuuuummmmmmmmmmmghhhhhhhhh!" she cried into Jennifer's sopping wet cunt.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" Jennifer cried. "Oh, God, YES!"

Finally, she was flipped over again. On her back, Lydia found Gregory finally fucking her missionary. Then Jennifer sat on her upturned face, and Lydia starting eating out the beautiful senior again. Jennifer enjoyed Lydia's tongue talents, while Gregory humped Lydia and sucked on Jennifer's tits. Lydia had a pair of climaxes before all three of them climaxed at the same time.

Afterwards, Lydia licked them both clean without being asked, and they departed.

"Don't worry, Lydia," Jennifer called over her shoulder. "We'll recommend your services to ALL of our friends, and all of YOUR friends, too."

Lydia smiled weakly, fixed her make up and returned to the street. And the next days and weeks would prove Jennifer's promise was kept. All of the boys she'd rejected, and humiliated or otherwise pissed off showed up. Including that frat house full of geeks, freaks and nerds. The frat house actually hired her to "entertain" at a party. Now that was a hard night's work!

THE END