DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana/Brenda Wade and Flag Girl/Lydia Wills are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains and assorted unsavory characters.

Chapter 14

The music was thumping. Pounding. Intoxicating.

Brenda strutted out to the end of the stage right off, to wild cheers and applause. Crazy Sexy was packed since Brenda and Lydia started working there. Every night. She'd learned a lot in that time. Nothing a "good" girl should know.

"Work it, Brenda!" the DJ cried over the speakers. "Wow, can that babe shake her ta-tas!" She reached up and squeezed her 38Gs through the thin red spandex of her dress. First dance on stage was in a dress, bikini or costume. Mostly she dressed in a skin tight micro mini. Sometimes in a black leather bikini. "Whoa, Nelly, you boys be nice to little ole Brenda. She used to be rich and is used to the finer things in life."

Beside the dress, Brenda wore black thigh boots, a red lacy thong and a red choker. She accessorized with BIG silver hoop earrings and silver bangles.

As she danced, she scanned the audience for regulars, and Lydia. She found Lydia in the far back corner, giving Fat Joe another lap dance. The old, retired pimp LOVED Lydia. He was there every night. Brenda managed to give him a couple lap dances a night, but Lydia would give him a good dozen or more every night, at twenty dollars a pop.

They both despised him. Filthy ex-pimp.

This was the first time Brenda ever notice Fat Joe sitting in a dark corner. He liked to be front and center. Then she noticed his cock was out, and he was rubbing it against Lydia's pussy.

Great Liberty, she's not wearing her thong!

Lydia wasn't really even dancing. She was just rubbing her 36Ds in his fat, ugly face and letting him fondle her with one hand, and rub his cock on her with the other. Then Lydia reached down and plucked a few bills from his shirt pocket, counted them and sighed dramatically. Lydia nodded and Fat Joe grinned fiercely.

Brenda thought she was going to cry as Fat Joe guided his big, black cock straight up to Lydia's cunt. She hesitated, then lowered her weight, impaling herself on his dick. Then the ex-pimp grabbed two big hands full of ass cheeks and started forcing Lydia up and down his shaft. After a moment, she took over the bouncing movement, and Fat Joe indulged his taste for young white titty flesh.

Lydia was turning a trick.

After the first song ended, Brenda didn't bother to tease the patrons with a little strip tease. She just pulled off the dress and strutted back out. Several men were waiting by the stage, folded bills in hand. So she ignored Lydia.

"Hey, babe," she cooed, baby blues sparkling with wicked glee as she squatted before him. He held a one dollar bill, so she pulled out her thong and let him slip it under. One dollar got him a kiss at the corner of the mouth. "Thank you."

The next man in line was a regular, and held a ten folded lengthways. She crawled over sensuously, smiling wantonly at him. Brenda knelt before him, shook her 38Gs at him and then ran her long, delicate fingers all through his rather skimpy head of hair. He had to be sixty if he was a day, maybe older.

"Hey, Buzz, having a good time?" she asked, with a bright smile.

"Yep, I always have a good time when you dance," Buzz said. She let him slip the ten in low on her thong, so that when he pulled his fingers out he was able to brush her moist pussy lips. Then she pulled his face deep into her cleavage and rubbed her tits all over his old, wrinkled face. And finally, she kissed him full on the lips. Sometimes, she let him have a little tongue, but not that time. "You're the best, Brenda."

"Thanks, Buzz," she said, then moved over to the next man.

His five earned him a full kiss, but no titty rub. That took a ten dollar tip. A twenty dollar tip got you a full minute of make out kissing, tongue and all. So far, only Fat Joe took her up on that one. Twice. Kissing and titty rubs ensured they got more and bigger tips. Some of the girls wouldn't go that far. They didn't last long at Crazy Sexy.

Men were waiting for Brenda when her session was over, eager for lap dances. Lydia was still with Fat Joe, now sucking face as she let him fuck her. So she started lap dancing, twenty dollars a song.

Owen was watching Lydia as well. He looked pleased, for he wanted the girls to put out. It was good for business. Hooker money was also not counted towards tips, with Owen taking just ten percent. So many of the girls would rather spend their time in the back of the bar, at the dark tables. Then after three lap dances, she looked around and saw Lydia still at the same back table, but now with another man. Doing the same thing.

Great Liberty, I've lost Lydia, she thought.

It was hard. She didn't really blame the sexy little blonde. She was tempted during every lap dance. The lap dance WAS sex, without the penetration. It was really quite frustrating and difficult. And Owen made it so much more tempting, money wise.

She watched Lydia leave her latest "john" and walk over to Owen and hand him the money. He held onto all Hooker Money until the end of the day. After they tallied up each girl's tips, divided and all that money, he returned her Hooker Money, minus ten percent. Many girls made more money prostituting themselves than dancing.

Strangely enough, Lydia refused to look Brenda's way.

"Brenda, bar duty," Owen called to her.

She frowned. Dancing on the bar was her least favorite. The tips sucked. Even the main stage rarely netted her more than the forty she could earn lap dancing to those two songs, because nothing paid better than lap dancing. There were four spots on the bar. The dancer started at the left end, and moved down one with each new dancer until she rotated off. When Brenda started on the bar, Lydia took her turn on the main stage.

Brenda danced at the nearly empty bar. It was twenty feet long and had only five men sitting there, and six dancers wheedling them for drinks and dances. She paid the men no heed, for she wanted to try and catch Lydia's eyes. But it wasn't to be, for Lydia finished her two dances and moved on to lap dances as Brenda moved into spot three on the bar. Two songs to go before she could start making some money.

"Tip," a familiar voice said.

Brenda looked down and locked eyes with a man she despised probably above all others. His name was Anthony Patrick. He was a six foot seven inch tall mountain of muscle and attitude. His brown eyes were dark and fierce, and his hair styled in a afro. On the street, and mostly everywhere else, they called him King Pimp.

Her blood ran cold at the sight of him grinning up at her. Both as Brenda and Ms Americana she'd tried to get him run out of town. But he had too many friends in high places. Too many politicians paid off. So no charges ever stuck.

"Thank you," Brenda said, pulling her thong out slightly so he could slip it underneath.

"It's a twenty," he said. "That buys me certain rights, I do believe."

Her stomach turned and she grimaced. That seemed to please him immensely.

"Don't want to ruin your rep, now do you?" he said. "People see you refusing to give 'lip and tit service' to a big tipper, they begin to think you might deny them as well. Then all your great tips dry up."

"Bastard," she snarled, dropping to her knees before him on the bar. Even up on the bar, while on her knees she had to look up to him. "Why do YOU want to kiss me?"

"Cause you absolutely don't want to kiss me, or give me any kind of pleasure whatsoever," he said. "I like forcing women to do things. Maybe that's why I'm a pimp."

King Pimp reached out and cupped her 38Gs. Brenda closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was anyone else but a filthy pimp, the king of the city's pimps. But she couldn't do it. Her eyes popped open when he licked her left nipple, then the right. Then his huge hands squeezed her tits.

"Give me some lip service, Brenda Wade," he said.

Brenda tilted her head to one side and parted her full red lips as he leaned down to her. He kissed her long and hard, starting to squeeze and caress her tits in this wonderful way no one had ever done before. Most men just mauled her tits when given the chance to touch them. King Pimp was firm, demanding, but yet gentle and gave a great deal of pleasure.

It shocked her.

"Give me a lap dance," he said, pulling her off the bar.

"Ah, okay," she said, looking back at Owen who wasn't the least bit upset for once. Indeed, he seemed quite pleased by King Pimp's visit. He took her by the hand and led her away from the bar, then turned toward the back. "Wait, this isn't good. We need to move up closer to the stage."

"No, more privacy back here," he said.

"That's why I want to go back up front."

"No," he said, and it was final.

Brenda glanced back at Owen. He nodded approval and smiled wide.

Great Liberty, the sick bastard thinks I am going to prostitute myself, she thought. Idiot.

"Dance."

"This song is almost over," she said, looking around and spotting Lydia staring at her wide eyed. The sexy teenage was just two tables over, bouncing up and down a large Hispanic's cock. "I'll start when the next one begins."

"Start now," he said.

He had a way of speaking. Everything was a command. She felt compelled to obey, but fought it. If she showed weakness he would take advantage of her.

"Now."

There was a finality in that one word. Her blood froze and she began to tremble. There was no choice, Brenda began to dance. Humiliated and dominated once again, by someone she found utterly reprehensible. It seemed her lot in life now.

King Pimp pulled her in close, so that she was straddling his lap and her 38Gs were rubbing his upturned face with every movement. His big hands were terribly bold and demanding. He fondled her tits, back, rump and thighs. He touched everything but her pussy in the last minute of that song.

When the next song started, Brenda had no choice but to give him a real lap dance, with all that it implied. She began rubbing her tits in his face with more authority, and began rubbing her twat against his growing bulge. The size of that budging mound between his legs frightened her. She'd hear rumors that he was a good foot long, and impossibly thick. Her lap dance was intense and intimate enough for her to determine he really was big and thick, too.

Her throat tightened and her hearted hammered. A tremor began deep in her belly. The pimp terrified her.

King Pimp pulled out his cock. Brenda gasped at the sight of it. So big. So damned thick. A woman could lose herself on a cock like that. A cock like that could easily break and tame the strongest, most determined woman. Brenda knew she wasn't all that strong anymore.

"Take off the thong," he commanded.

"No. I can't."

Didn't dare was more like it

He pulled out a one hundred dollar bill. "Take it off."

"I…I…I can't. Sorry."

He added another one hundred dollar bill. He pushed them into her hand, and curled her long, delicate fingers around the money. Then he reached down to her hips, and slid the thong down himself. She didn't stop him. Once the thong was off, she resumed her lap dance. Only now her naked pussy was rubbing against his naked cock and balls.

Brenda rubbed her bikini waxed, closely cropped twat up and down his foot long black dick, marveling at the size and girth. The more she rubbed, the better it felt. That liquid heat she usually only felt during intercourse, actual penetration, blossomed deep within. Halfway through the song and she was panting and sweating. That's when King Pimp started really fondling her tits, and sucked in a hypersensitive nipple and began to suck in the most delightful way.

The song ended. And none too soon. Another minute, maybe less, and she would've climaxed. There was no doubt in her mind that if she climaxed while lap dancing like that, with him, she would let him fuck her. Orgasms made her do stupid like that.

"Don't stop," he said. "I'm buying another dance."

"Oh, Goddess save me," she groaned and her shapely hips never missed a beat, and she kept on rubbing herself against him even between songs.

Lydia was watching wide eyed. Owen was intent on her activities, too. Even sleazy Danny was across the room and watching with a big grin on his ugly face. Everyone wanted to watch her take that final, fateful step the rest of the way into the gutter and absolute debauchery.

"I…I have to stop," she groaned, placing both hands on his wide shoulders. She was so close. So close to utter bliss. "I cannot handle this…too much…Uuummm."

"I paid," he said. "You have to finish what you started."

He words struck hard. No mercy there. He wanted her, in every way. She understood that, and the realization affected her body profoundly. She fought with the last of her strength to hold off the threatening climax.

"Please don't make me," she begged softly.

In answer, King Pimp seized her hips, and made her grind her cunt hard into the base of his cock, then slide up his full twelve inches, then back down. Her head rolled back, back arched and she groaned wantonly. And she lost it.

"Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuoooooooooo! Oh, Goddess," she cried.

He let go of her hips, and she fell straight back and to the floor, to land on her sweet round ass. Brenda looked up through tousled black hair with big blue eyes and slack jaw. He locked eyes with hers and smiled cruelly.

King Pimp slowly counted out ten one hundred dollar bills and laid them on his left thigh, inches from his cock. Then he looked meaningfully into Brenda's baby blues.

"You know what to do. Suck first, then fuck," King Pimp said. "Make it pretty."

Brenda looked at the money, then his cock, then at Owen, who nodded enthusiastically. She gnawed on her lower lip a second, then rolled to her knees. She glanced quickly at Lydia, who was gawking incredulously at her, then licked her full red lips. She decided it was inevitable, so might as well make as much money as possible.

Rising up on her knees between his spread legs, she picked up the pile of hundreds and took hold of his cock with the other. After stuffing the money down her left boot top, Brenda put both hands on his hard cock and locked eyes with King Pimp.

"It's disgusting how much you are going to enjoy this," Brenda said. She gave his dick head a firm lick. "You degenerate bastard."

Brenda started licking. She licked him from the base of his cock to the head, and back down the other side. She licked his cock through the end of the song, then started on his balls. They were huge too. Then, after a good, long, intense tongue bathing, she wrapped her full red lips around the head of his cock and started swallowing as much as she could.

The room exploded in applause.

"Goddess, save me," she muttered, and continued.

She stroked his thick cock with her right hand, while caressing her balls with the left, and all the while her head bobbed up and down on his super long cock. That went on for about five minutes, until he indicated he was ready for her to mount up.

Brenda Wade, once the main pillar of Delta City's ruling elite, vanquished defender of the downtrodden and women's rights, straddled the city's most notorious pimp and guided his cock to her trembling snatch.

"I win," King Pimp said, his hands on her well rounded hips.

He pushed down and Brenda was impaled on one foot of cock meat.

"I lose," she whispered. "Great Liberty, King Pimp has turned me into a prostitute."

Brenda slid down and down his cock. He stretched her like no one had ever stretched her before. It hurt good. It felt right. She quickly began bouncing up and down, driving him deeper with every bounce.

"Oh, yes," she groaned.

She was so close to climaxing. Her whole body was afire. It wasn't taking long, not after all the lap dances she'd given that night.

"I knew you were a whore at heart," King Pimp sneered. "I could see it in your eyes, your body and the way you dressed. You are a natural born whore."

"I know," she said. That admission pushed her over the top. "Oh! Wait. I'm going to …..Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" Then he shot his wad up into her body. She felt his cock ejaculating, quivering deep inside her, and climaxed again. "Aaaaaaaaiiiieee!"

"Good one," another male voice said.

Brenda's left wrist was cuffed, her arms pulled back and the other wrist cuffed. Then a badge was flashed in front of her face.

"Brenda Wade, you are under arrest for prostitution," the undercover cop said, sneering at her. "I think the DA will also charge you with public lewdness, solicitation, pandering, and….anything else he can think of. You, MISS Wade, are going down. Hard."

Brenda was pulled off King Pimp's lap and cock. The pimp was also arrested, and she noticed Lydia also in cuffs. Indeed, they were cleaning house. Half of Owen's strippers were arrested, and a quarter of his customers.

It was shocking on more than one level. The police NEVER raided Sugar Town sex businesses. Ever. Neither Brenda nor Ms Americana could ever determine exactly why, but it as a fact of life. She suspected political payoffs, or bribery within the Vice Department. Or both. In fact, the police didn't even patrol Sugar Town, and only entered if called in.

The only reason Brenda could think of for the police to raid Crazy Sexy was to arrest her and Lydia. Crazy Sexy was too small for this kind of action. Her old enemy, District Attorney Alaric Jarak’s stink was all over it. He despised her, and this was his revenge for all the times she challenged and fought him, all the times she used her political and economic power and clout to slap him down.

"Hello, Wade," Chief Andrew Wessel said. The Chief of Vice grinned cruelly at his handcuffed and nude former opponent. She was constantly taking him to task and publicly chastising him, publicly questioning his competence and loyalty, and publicly calling for his resignation or firing. "What a pleasure SEEING you here."

Chief Wessel, called The Weasel by the local super heroines, was a twenty year veteran of the Delta City Police Department. He was originally a homicide detective, until Ms Americana caught him red handed breaking the law, and so was transferred to Vice instead of being fired. She never could find out why they didn't fire and prosecute him, but suspected he had something on someone high up in the department.

The forty-five year old was tall at six foot four, but had a pronounced paunch, a tangled mop of brown hair and a butt ugly face that always looked like he was suffering from constipation. His dark suit was wrinkled and ill-fitted.

"You're here for me," Brenda said.

"Of course, we've been watching you for a week, just waiting for this moment," he said, leering at her 38Gs. He licked his lips and tried to pull his eyes away, but couldn't for more than a few seconds at a time. "Don't you think it was nice of us to let King Pimp FINISH fucking you before we arrested you both?"

"Bastard," she growled. "Is Jarak behind this? Did he send you?"

"Oh, yeah, the good DA is quite eager to take you and that sweet little ward of yours to trial," Chief Wessel said, glancing at Lydia. "I will personally escort the two of you to prison once convicted. Count on it."

"You won't get away with this outrage."

"Of course I will. You, MISS Wade, are a hooker, a whore, a sleazy prostitute," he sneered. "And the whole world will know it by morning. The press is waiting outside to take thousands of pictures of you being led into a squad car, and taken to jail for prostitution. I suspect that within a few minutes the local, if not national, stations and networks will break into regular programming to announce your arrest."

"Great Liberty! I'm ruined!"

"Yes. You are," he said. "You are what you hate the most -- a weak, helpless woman selling her body to survive." He signaled for the cop holding Brenda to take her away. "Have Big Betty do a very intense, thorough body cavity search of Miss Wade. I think she has contraband shoved WAY up her poop chute."

"Oh, you bastard!"

Brenda was the first woman led outside. The cop forced her to walk fast, as he watched her 38Gs bounce and jostle. As promised, the press was waiting outside. Reporters she knew well as both Brenda and Ms Americana were shouting her name, asking how she could do such a disgusting thing as prostitution. And they took pictures. Thousands and thousands of pictures. The cop didn't take her straight to the squad car, but walked her up and down the line of squad cars, showing her off to all of his fellow officers. They all laughed and leered at her naked body, made comments about the cum dribbling down her inner thighs, and other crude and rude comments.

After about ten minutes she was put in the back of a squad car. Lydia was nowhere to be seen. A moment later Chief Wessel slid into the back beside her, and the squad car pulled out. Once past the prying eyes of the press, the man she called The Weasel reached over and cupped one of her massive tits.

"You're almost as big as Ms Americana," he said in awe. He pulled her in close and began to fondle her in earnest. Brenda struggled, but he was too strong. The cops in front laughed at her cries for help and of outrage. She realized it would be her word against theirs, and no one believed skanky whores. "I got to cop a feel on Ms Americana once, about three years back. I arrived on a crime scene and she was tied up and blindfolded. Like you, she was stripped and well fucked. I was going to remove her blindfold, and ACCIDENTLY take her mask off with it, but Lady Midnight showed up. Damn her ass."

"I still have powerful friends," Brenda said, her throat tightening as he pulled out his erect cock. "You might get away with arresting me, but if you force me to have sex with you, you will go down."

"First you will go down," he said, laughing. "If you don't go down on me, then I will arrange for you to be accidentally placed in a cell with very bad men. You understand?"

"Yes," she said in a tiny voice. There were ugly rumors that it happened sometimes. She lowered her face to his lap, and caught a whiff of the most foul urine stench she'd ever encountered. "Wash your dick sometimes."

"I purposely haven't washed it since learning you had ended up in Sugar Town, in the hope this moment would come," he said. "Eat me, Brenda Wade. Suck my dick, whore."

"This is so disgusting," she groaned. "So humiliating."

"I know. Isn't it great?"

Brenda took a deep breath, and opened wide. She lowered her mouth to, and sucked down Chief Wessel's cock. It tasted as foul as it smelled. She almost gagged, but kept the bile down as she sucked and licked the nasty thing clean. Fortunately, the Weasel was so excited about getting a blow job from his arch nemesis, he didn't last more than ten minutes, and creamed her mouth big time.

"Swallow ever last drop, whore," he demanded.

Brenda obeyed, and even licked him clean afterwards until he was satisfied. Then they pulled into a dark alley, and Brenda spent the next hour answering all three officers' most base and dark sexual desires. When they finally pulled up in front of the police station, Brenda was pulled out of the squad car and teetered atop her stilettos, due to being so soundly fucked. Another squad car pulled up behind them, and Lydia was pulled out. Brenda's sexy protégé and ward looked just as bedraggled and thoroughly fucked as her mentor.

Sick bastards, Brenda thought.

Brenda and Lydia were slowly led up to the front doors, the press lined up to either side of them. Utter humiliation. The Weasel was doing it on purpose, because the police had a private, underground entrance they usually brought in prisoners through. They wanted the press to take naked pictures of the two stunning beauties. They wanted every newspaper and television station to plaster pictures of her ultimate downfall all over their pages and screens.

Brenda was quickly processed. She was fingerprinted. Photographed for her mug shots. The mug shots were the worst, since they made her hold that plaque with her name and information BELOW her breasts, so that her naked breasts were in the picture. They, of course, took another more chaste set of mug shots for release to the press.

Once she was processed, they put her in an interrogation room alone and left her there a good two hours to think about her predicament and sweat it. Finally, the door opened and Chief Wessel and District Attorney Alaric Jarak entered.

The tall, handsome DA leered at her with supreme satisfaction.

"Every dog has his day, Brenda," Jarak said. "This is my day."

"I have nothing to say unless my attorney is present," she said, crossing her arms over her naked tits. She knew she looked pathetic, but she didn't want that man to have unfettered looks at her body. "I still haven't been given my phone call."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Jarak said. "Stand up."

Brenda grimaced. She stood up, and the Weasel pulled her out from behind the table so the DA could have a good head to toe look of her nakedness. All she wore were the black thigh boots.

"You are so damn beautiful," Jarak said, shaking his head. "I'd kill to have a video camera in the prison shower while you're in there. They are all so going to rape you, over and over and over again."

Brenda's felt her face heating up. She knew he was telling the truth. The criminals of Delta City hated her almost as much as they hated super heroines. She was a driving force for law and order in the community. Her efforts were responsible for so many of the current prison population being there.

"I want a lawyer."

"Can you afford a GOOD lawyer?" Jarak asked, grinning viciously.

"You know I can't."

"Then a very BAD public defender will be assigned to you," he said. "You will go down, Brenda. I'm going to send you to prison for fifty years. And that tasty little whore Lydia, too."

"No! Not Lydia," she said. "Leave her alone. She's a victim."

"Too bad."

"I'll do anything if you let Lydia go," Brenda said.

"Really?"

"Anything," she whispered, seeing how his eyes zeroed in on her tits. "Sit down. I'll titty fuck you, and you can cum in my face."

Jarak dropped his pants and sat down. His cock was instantly hard. She knelt between his knees and took his cock in hand. After a brief look into his hard, unyielding eyes, she leaned over and began giving him intense head. Brenda knew her way around a man's cock now, after servicing Danny and Owen for so long. She gave him head until he began to squirm.

"Good stuff, huh?" she purred. It was habit during sex for her to speak all sexy. She found it excited the reprobates she slept with, so they would cum faster. She hated herself for it, but it had to be done if she wanted to shorten the time she spent fucking them. "You taste delish, baby." Then she hefted and spread her 38Gs wide. "You ready for some sweet titty action?"

"Yes. Titty fuck me, Brenda," Jarak said.

Brenda pressed her massive tits around his dick and started stroking it with them. Those satiny soft globes bounced up and down, his cock head popping out of her cleavage over and over. Every so often Brenda paused to suck on the head of his dick.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Jarak cried, cum fountaining up from her cleavage.

Hot cum splattered across Brenda's gorgeous face. She kept titty fucking him, bringing forth spurt after hot, creamy spurt. Every one hit her face, dripping off to cover her titanic tits. Then she locked eyes with DA Jarak and started scooping his cum up off her tits, then her face, and thrusting the cum coated finger into her eager mouth, over and over, until she was relatively cleaned up. And finally, she licked his dick and balls completely clean.

"Okay, all charges dropped against Lydia," she said.

"No, just reduced to prostitution, if she accepts six months probation," he said.

Since she'd already given him his titty sex and blow job, Brenda had no leverage to bargain. She reluctantly accepted the deal.

Suddenly the door opened and two men walked in.

"I am Alexander Davis, Ms Wade's new attorney," the first man said. The other man was well known to her, mostly in her guise as Ms Americana. He was the top street pimp in Sugar Town, Kid Rotten. The lawyer was Rotten's lawyer, and known as the hookers' lawyer. He was very good at getting hookers off. "I need a moment alone with my client."

Jarak and Wessel shared a look, then looked at Kid Rotten, then at Brenda. Both men started grinning and left without a word. Brenda was speechless. Horrified.

"Well, Brenda, I see you've changed your tactics in how you deal with Jarak nowadays," Kid said, and laughed. "I approve. You never look better than when you are naked and kneeling."

"What are you doing here?"

"Bailing you out," Kid said. He indicated his lawyer. "Alex can get all charges dropped. Easy. Or, you can accept their public defender and go to prison for the next ten years."

"Fifty," she said. "Jarak said fifty."

"You'll die in prison," Kid said. "But, if you agree to work for me, then I'll have you out within the hour."

"And I'll get all charges dropped," Alex said.

"What about Lydia?"

"Her, too." Kid said. "I expect both of you to work for me, though."

So that was what her life had come to. Work as a streetwalking prostitute for Kid Rotten, or go to prison for a single act of prostitution. She would not do well in prison. Those hard-bitten women would quickly subdue and subjugate her. She would be a lesbian prison whore, of that she was sure. Up until the time one of them decided to strangle her to death or something.

"I…I don't really have a choice, now do I?"

"Not really," Kid said, looking so smug. He stepped up to her, pulled her to her feet and pushed her back onto the table. "You belong to me now, Brenda Wade. And I am so going to enjoy fucking you, almost as much as I will enjoy making you whore yourself off."

Brenda spread her legs wide and reached down to guide Kid into her pussy. There was no reason to resist or fight him. He won. He owned her and Lydia now. They would do what they were told. She sealed her fate when she took King Pimp's money, and let him fuck her.

"King Pimp made me a whore," she said as Kid pushed deep into her body. "And now you are making it permanent."