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 15

"Great Liberty," Brenda said, aghast. The newspaper headline was terrible. "The Mighty Have Fallen."

There was a picture below the headline of her and Lydia being led into police headquarters. Naked. In the interior of the paper, they had more shots of them being displayed before Crazy Sexy, and even shots of them leaving with Kid Rotten. The world knew Brenda Wade had taken that final step down into utter depravity and debauchery. The once feared and respected Brenda Wade was a lowly streetwalker, a hooker.

"I bet Felicity pissed her panties from giggling with glee," Brenda said. "She has accomplished everything she set out to do. I am utterly destroyed and humiliated in the most public way imaginable."

Brenda turned away from the newspaper box, with the front page on display to get people to buy it. She'd already read the paper. Kid made her and Lydia read it first thing that morning, so they knew there was no going back. They were officially and irrevocably Sugar Town streetwalking whores. His working girls.

On the positive side, Kid had his lawyer filing her and Lydia's bankruptcy papers that morning. They would not be prosecuted for failure to pay their debts, either. They would be free and clear of all debt shortly.

Brenda licked full glossy red lips and turned back toward the street. It was only ten in the morning. Not a lot of people out in Sugar Town that early. In two hours, she'd only turned two tricks. It was just her, Lydia and half a dozen crack whores out that early. The only reason she and Lydia were working was Kid wanted them to get some experience before that evening, when their earning potential increased dramatically.

It was going to be a very long day, and longer night.

She still wore the same black thigh boots she'd been arrested in the night before. To that, Kid had added a tight red leather vest that barely contained her 38Gs and a black leather micro mini skirt. She had a black studded dog collar, with a tag that said, "Property of Kid." Huge silver hoop earrings and silver bangles finished out her hooker costume.

"Thanks, babe," Lydia said from the hooker hotel's door.

She turned to see Lydia kiss her latest john on the corner of the mouth, and then he left. She wore a hot pink bustier, white mini, and hot pink knee boots that laced up the side. Like Brenda, she was adorned with large hoop earrings and bangles. Her seven inch stiletto platforms clattered on the concrete as she headed towards Brenda.

"Go well?" Brenda asked. "You were up there more than an hour."

"He paid for extra," Lydia said, frowning. "Very kinky. But I milked him for three hundred dollars."

"Oh, that's good. Kid will be pleased," Brenda said. Though she tried to sound pleased, they both knew she was as disgusted and miserable as Lydia. "Got to keep Kid happy."

"Of course," Lydia said. She did a double take. A limo was slowly cruising down the street. "I wonder who that is?"

"I don't know, but I bet he is looking for us," Brenda said, grimacing. More humiliation. Oh joy. "He's stopping. Told you."

Brenda and Lydia walked up to the back of the limo as the bodyguard in the front passenger seat got out and opened the back door. Brenda and Lydia bent over and looked inside.

"Hello, Brenda," a deep, beautiful female voice said. "Get in. Both of you."

"Erica Sambino?" Brenda said, shocked. What did the local boss of bosses want with her? "I don't understand."

"I'm hiring both of you. Get in," Erica said.

They had no choice. Brenda slipped inside and Lydia followed. Two men sat opposite Erica, so the hookers were directed to kneel before Erica and face her. The men knelt behind them, hands on their shoulders. Brenda swallowed hard as Erica smiled cruelly at her, looking her body over with approval.

"Good to see you finally brought low, Brenda," Erica said. "About time, too."

Erica pulled out two five dollar bills, and stuffed one down each of their cleavage. Bought and paid for. Bought crack whore cheap.

"What do you want with us?" Brenda said. She'd never heard that Erica liked women. In fact, she was notorious for the number of "boyfriends" she went through.

"I just hired you to please me and my boys," she said, smiling cruelly. "Get to work, whores."

"Take off your tops," one of the men said from behind them.

Brenda and Lydia removed their tops slowly, fearfully. Then their mini skirts were removed, leaving them kneeling before Erica with all of their girl parts showing. Erica extended her booted feet towards them, and the men behind forced them to bend over the boots.

"Start licking," Erica said. "Don't stop until my boys are through."

Without a word, the two former socialites began licking the red leather of her stiletto boots. The men unzipped and pushed into them right away. Brenda gasped and Lydia moaned. They were fucked long and hard like that, for a good hour as the limo drove around Sugar Town. Then they were pushed out of the limo, and their skimpy hooker outfits tossed out after them. Erica laughed merrily as the limo pulled away.

"Bitch," Brenda growled, staggering to her booted feet and picking up her mini.

They dressed while a dozen men and women watched. Within minutes johns approached. They were poor looking men. Street people, really.

"Fifty dollars, right?" the first man said, stopping in front of Brenda. He held out his money. "Here, take it."

Brenda scowled at him, but accepted the money.

"The room is another thirty," she said. "Do you have that, too?"

"Yes, ma'am! I do," he said, grinning happily. He was missing most of his teeth. He stank to high heaven, and had to be the dirtiest man she'd ever seen. "Name's Ethan."

He was all of six foot five inches, so taller than her at least. But he was a skinny man, with dark, dark skin and strange grayish eyes. His tight afro was liberally salted with gray. She figured him to be around sixty or more. And homeless.

"You sure you want to spend eighty dollars just for sex?"

"Yes, ma'am. Fucking Ms Brenda Wade is a lifelong dream of mine," he said, nodding vigorously. "This is my dream come true. I'm more than ready."

"How sweet," she said, smiling tightly. "Let's go then."

She glanced back at Lydia, who had three men arguing over who got to go with her first. Brenda shook her head. The men all looked to be as dirty and homeless as Ethan, but they all looked even older and more decrepit. What was old men's fascination with teenage women? Didn't they understand that a vivacious beauty like Lydia could kill them during sex? How could they possibly keep up?

Poor Lydia, Brenda thought, seeing the look of utter revulsion on her ward's gorgeous face. There was also resignation, for Lydia had no choice. Kid would beat her bloody for refusing a trick, unless a better paying trick was waiting in the wings. He was all about the money. Girls standing around yapping weren't earning any money. But some of those ancient degenerates will still be down here when I come back down, so I might be taking a couple of them up after Ethan.

The hotel's clerk actually laughed when he took Ethan's money. Laughed at Brenda. He thought her new profession was well deserved, and promised to hire her himself come payday. She thought he enjoyed seeing her take johns upstairs almost as much as Kid enjoyed it.

Her room was on the second floor, and Lydia's was next door. Kid didn't want her wasting too much time "traveling" between room and street. Brenda had Ethan in her room within minutes of him hiring her.

Immediately after closing the door, Brenda removed her top and kissed Ethan on the cheek, to start getting him aroused and ready. His dirty hands reached up and squeezed her tits, but she slipped out of his grasp easily.

"Use that chair, Sweetie," she said, pointing at the only chair in the room.

The room was just ten by ten, with toilet and sink in one corner. Not a separate bathroom, mind you, just a toilet bowl and sink. The bed was a twin, and was ancient. The hotel changed the sheets once a day, unless requested. It was a ten dollar charge to change the sheets during the day.

Ethan stripped to black socks in no time, one big toe sticking out though a hole. He climbed into bed and laid in the middle, his long, skinny cock standing straight up. Brenda smiled tightly at him, at least thankful he wasn't trying to drag out his time with her out as long as possible. So many men did, and they didn't want to pay extra either. Time was money in hookerdom.

Brenda shed her skirt once he was ready and sat on the edge of the bed. All she had to do was get him off. Once he came, she was free. It didn’t matter if it was in her hand, her mouth or her pussy, a john's climax ended the session. So she took hold of his erect cock and started stroking it.

"Don't do that," he said, pushing her hand away. "I haven't had any in years. I want to come inside you."

"Straight fuck then?" she asked hopefully. It stank terribly. She did NOT want to suck it. "You want to be on top, or me on top?"

"No, suck it first. Not too much," he said.

Dammit! she thought, but managed a weak smile. "Sure thing, Sweetie. Whatever rocks your boat."

Brenda leaned over his cock, held her breathe, and lowered her full red lips to his rancid cock. It was a good ten inches, but the skinniest dick she'd ever seen. Not that she'd seen all that many. That would change, being a streetwalker and all. She locked eyes with Ethan, and gave the head of his dick a hard lick.

Her first john that morning had cum at that point. He creamed her face good. She wasn't so lucky with Ethan.

"Yes," he said. "Take it all in, baby."

So Brenda opened wide and gobbled the homeless man's cock right down. As requested, she took all ten inches into her mouth. Some of it, of course, went down her throat. She deep throated Ethan for a ten count, sucking hard, trying to make him cum fast, and gave up. After that, she bobbed her head up and down his long, black shaft for a few minutes.

"Good enough," Ethan said, voice strained. He was close. "Mount me, Brenda Wade."

Brenda crawled up over him, so that she was on all fours above him, hands on his shoulders and cock tickling her groin. She guided him into her slit, then pushed down onto him until the head of his cock was completely inside her.

"You are fucking me," she said. "You are fucking Brenda Wade. Enjoy."

With that, Brenda dropped down his shaft. It slipped in easily. Partly because she was fucked all night by Kid and his friends, and then already had two paying customers with much thicker, though not longer, dicks. He grabbed her 38Gs and starting squeezing them painfully. He had absolutely no talent at pleasing a woman, but she wasn't there to be pleased. She was a hooker, a whore, a PLEASER. Brenda gave pleasure. Her job was not to receive it. If she did, it was a bonus.

"Oh God, yes!" she cried, faking it big time. "Oh, so big. Soooo big and manly."

Ethan's cock seemed to swell a bit more inside her. He was highly aroused. Everything she said and did was to heighten that arousal, so he would get off faster.

"My God, you are fucking Brenda Wade," she cried, knowing that he hired her JUST to fuck Brenda Wade. A long time fantasy for a lot of Delta City's men, she was sure. "You are going to make…me….CUUUMMMMMM!"

And Ethan exploded inside her. Brenda rode him until he was dry, milked completely. Then she slipped off his flaccid cock and hurried to the toilet, where she sat and squeezed as much out as possible into the toilet bowl. He slowly dressed while she took a "whore bath" at the sink.

Once they were ready, Brenda escorted him out of the hotel and found at least a dozen homeless men waiting. All had crisp new fifty dollar bills, plus money for the room. She gawked at them a long moment, then noticed another limo down the street. It was HER old limo, and Felicity waved at her. Her archenemy was handing out fifty dollar bills to homeless men.

"Bitch!"

"I'm next," a homeless man said, thrusting a fifty in her hand. "Let's go, Brenda Wade."

Brenda looked at the unwashed man, then at the money in her hand, and finally at Felicity. She tightened her hand around the bill, grimaced and nodded. Plastering a smile on her face, she looked her next trick over head to toe.

He was only about five six, maybe a hundred and thirty pounds. His beard was big, bushy and bright red. His watery eyes were blue and severely bloodshot. The stench of unwashed human flesh, stale cigarettes and alcohol radiated from him. He might have a few teeth more than her previous trick.

"I'm Brenda Wade, Sweetie," she said. "You just bought yourself a date."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Around noon the next day, a car load of college boys arrived. Five of them in all. They were all jocks, and all had been rejected by Lydia. She had no choice, and took them upstairs for a group sex. Brenda offered to take a couple of them with her, but they declined. They wanted Lydia.

"How do you want to do this?" Lydia said once they were up in her room. She was in all white that day -- white halter top, short-shorts and thigh boots. "There isn't really enough room for all of us on the bed at once."

Jesse Hernandez was the smallest of the jocks at five ten, and the only baseball player in the group. The basketball player, Sid, was the tallest at six ten, while Ox was the largest at six eight, three hundred eighty pounds. Ox was an offensive guard on the football team. Big and dumb. Jared wasn't anything to sneeze at coming in at six eight, and was the tight end.

"You don't worry about that, bitch," Reg said. He was the college second team quarterback. Reg was a six foot four, blonde, blue-eyed All-American type of guy, to all but those who knew him well. His beef with her was she rejected his drunken pass at a frat part in their Freshman year. "We paid for you, and we'll pass you around as we see fit."

Bright blue eyes narrowed. "Yes you will, dickbreath. BUT my pimp only lets me give fifteen minutes per john for group sex. So you boys have one hour and fifteen minutes to fuck me. You either have to ALL nut by that time, or pay for more time if you want to keep going. So I suggest you don't waste much time SAVORING your pathetic little victory fuck."

Lydia couldn't believe they'd taken the time and effort to hunt her down. Just to get some petty revenge because she rejected their advances. She'd actually gone out on dates with three of them -- Reg, Sid and Jesse. She'd said no to all their sexual advances. What was it about athletes that made them think all girls should give them sex on demand? And they were so disgustingly arrogant about it, like they were doing the girls a favor by sleeping with them.

"But we get to keep you for the whole time, even if we all nut before that, right?" Sid asked. The big black man already looked angry with her, like she was trying to cheat him out of some measure of fun at her expense.

"No. Once you all cum, the session is over."

"But if four of us cum, but one doesn't, the session continues and even the guys that have already cum in or on you, can keep fucking you. Right?" Reg asked. He was the quarterback, and the schemer of the group. Always thinking.

She signed dramatically. Like she could stop them. "Yeah, whatever."

"Fucking A," Ox said. He reached out and pulled her top open. "Let's get started."

Lydia yelped, and tried to pull away. But he had hold of her, and wasn't about to let go. He buried his big, round face in her cleavage and wrapped his arms around her. Lydia was lifted off the floor, her booted feet kicking helpless in the air, as the humongous offensive lineman rubbed his face in her satiny smooth tits. As she recalled, this wasn't the first time he'd “motorboated” her. It was the fourth, the first three were against her will and at drunken frat parties. He wouldn't be in any trouble this time, though.

While Ox indulged his love of rubbing his face in titties, Sid and Jared unfastened her short-shorts and pulled them down her legs. She didn't wear thongs or panties anymore. Why bother? She was a working girl now. The two black men started fingering her twat and sphincter, enjoying the way Lydia gasped and tensed up with each brazen probe.

"This bitch is sopping wet," Jared said, and laughed. "I do so turn the ladies on."

"Yeah, right," Reg sneered. "Miss Too-Good-for-Everyone shot you down more often than anyone else."

"Only because I asked more," Jared said. He grinned. "I'm also the only one to get past first base with her."

Lydia remembered that night. She'd drank too much on their date. Way too much. Since it was their third date, she let him walk her up to the front door of Wade Manor, and thought he deserved a good night kiss. The brief, chaste kiss she intended, quickly turned into a heavy breathing, heavy petting session, with deep, lingering tongue kisses. That lasted five minutes, and he got bolder. Before she understood what was happening, Lydia's blouse was unbuttoned and her bra pushed up over her tits.

Brenda came out to find Lydia on her back before the door and Jared sucking on her tits. Her pants were down around her knees and nothing separated her from Jared but a pair of lacy silk undies. The sexy socialite was just a few minutes from consummating her relationship with the football team's star tight end. Brenda had been incensed, as was Lydia after she sobered up. Since then, she wouldn't have anything to do with him, suspecting he had either tricked her into drinking too much or drugged her.

"Well, we're all going all the way today," Jesse said.

Suddenly, Ox slammed Lydia down atop the bed, dropped his pants and slipped between her legs. Lydia reached down and guided him in. Ox looked ready to blow any moment. He slammed his cock in, and groaned with pleasure.

"Sweet Goddess!" Lydia cried. "Oh. Be gentle. Please."

"Fuck you," Ox cried, and started banging the hell out of her pussy.

He rode her for all of two minutes, and shot his wad. Then he grabbed her by the hair, slammed her face into the wall and dropped her on the bed in a daze.

"Take that, you stuck up bitch!" Ox bellowed. "I rule!"

"Yes you do, Ox," Reg said, shaking his head and grinning. "Is she still alive?"

"Yep, but I bet she won't be able to tell time, or count how many times we fuck her," Sid said.

With that, they jocks started fucking her two and three at a time. Poor Lydia didn't recover from Ox's face smash, so they fucked her for four hours. They left her sprawled on the floor, covered in cum and sweat.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Meanwhile, Brenda was picked up by Kid. He had a special job for her.

Brenda was dressed up just like she would dress for the office. Then she was taken to a motel and told to go to room 25. Inside she found the current President of Wade Industries, a man who used to work for her. Apparently he had some issues he wanted to work out with his former Chairperson of the Board and CEO.

"Robert, how may I help you?" Brenda said uncomfortably.

The six foot four, balding executive ran Wade Industries for her, before Felicity stole her company. Indeed, he'd worked for her since graduating college with her. They went to High School together, too. As she recalled, she rejected him as her prom date. But she'd gotten along with him otherwise, hence he did well working for her. Why would he be hiring her for sex?

"Ah, the Queen Bitch her fine self," Robert Mullen said. He smoothed his comb-over and licked his lips as he looked her body over with relish. "I've waited a long time for this day."

"I don't understand? I thought we were friends," she said.

"Fuck friends. You know I wanted you so bad it hurt," he said, becoming angry. "You toyed with me, and everyone else, by flaunting your body and beauty, then refused to give anyone any satisfaction. Such a cock teasing bitch."

"It wasn't like that…."

"Of course it was," he said. He pulled out his wallet, and handed her five crisp one hundred dollar bills. "Your fee. Five hundred dollars is a bargain for one hour with you, babe."

"Yes. Yes it is," Brenda said, accepting the money with trembling hands. "My pimp said I was to give you anything you wanted, for one hour." She cocked her head to one side, trying to be strong. Brenda gave him a sweet smile, and asked, "How do you want me?"

"Ah, that's easy. I want you every way a man can have a woman," he said. "That's why I'll be one of your regulars. I figure once a week will be a good schedule. Don't you?"

"Sounds wonderful," she lied. "And today? Time started when you handed me the money."

"Just stand there and do exactly what I say, when I tell you," he said, adjusting his tie. "Now, stand at attention. Good. Chest out. Arch your back more. Good. Eyes straight ahead, lips slightly parted. Perfect. Now I can start."

Robert began circling Brenda. His hands roamed all over her body, touched her tits, her ass, her pubic mound, all through her office clothes. Then he stroked her cheeks, gently, before his gave her lips a chaste peck. Finally, Robert pressed himself up against her back, and let his hands really begin to roam. After a couple minutes, she found him hiking up her knee length skirt, and then his hand slipped under her panties.

"Oooohhh," she moaned. He pulled open her white silk blouse, and thrust a hand inside. Then that hand slipped under her bra, squeezing her left tit firmly. "Aaahhh."

He rubbed her pussy and fondled her tits a few minutes, before stepping around front of Brenda and giving her a lecherous grin. Brenda looked up into his hard eyes and swallowed hard.

"Kneel."

"Okay," she said, and dropped to her knees.

"Show me how much you like me," he said. "Show me what you would've given me in the limo ride to the prom."

Brenda wouldn't have given him anything during the limo ride to the prom. Her date of that long ago night got a brief blow job on the way to the after prom party at Jessica's house. And he got to take her virginity in Jessica's bed later that night. It was the first and last time Brenda allowed herself to get roaring drunk.

But she knew what Robert wanted. Didn't all men?

Brenda reached up and unzipped the executive's pants, then fished out his cock. It was only semi-hard. Perhaps he was a little nervous, or suffered from erectile dysfunction. She'd find out soon enough. Brenda took that semi-soft cock in her mouth and began to suck. It got hard REAL fast. Soon, her head was bobbing up and down his shaft, until he commanded her to lick his cock and balls clean.

While she was licking and sucking on his balls, Robert unpinned her piled high hair and watched it tumble down her back. It was gorgeous. With his hands in that shimmering black hair he stopped fighting and released his cum in her mouth.

"Mmmmgghh," Brenda said, surprised by the sudden creaming.

Brenda sucked him dry, then licked his cock completely clean. After she finished, Robert ordered her to her feet. He proceeded to slowly, sensuously strip her, savoring every move and lost article of clothing.

"What a rack!" he said, fondling her naked tits. "Lay down on your back and spread your legs wide."

Brenda did as told. There was only fifteen minutes left in his hour. Only a quarter hour of sex and humiliation to go.

Robert climbed up between her legs and quickly mounted her.

"Now, while I fuck you, my beloved whore, we are going to kiss deeply and you will keep telling me that you love me," he said.

"What?"

"You heard me," he said, smirking. "Oh, and call me Bobby like back in High School."

"I…I…," she stammered.

"Just do it, Brenda. I paid for it. I paid for YOU."

"Yes," she said dejectedly. "You did pay for me."

Brenda began caressing his back as Robert began pumping his cock in and out at a moderate rate. Brenda offered her lips, and he accepted eagerly. Their kiss was deep, open-mouthed and passionate.

"I love you, Bobby," she whispered between kisses.

The sex, kissing and words of love had a profound effect on Brenda. She was already aroused from giving the blow job, and the sexy striping, not to mention all the johns before coming over, so she was already primed. She felt the liquid heat erupt deep inside, and began spreading.

"You're the best, Bobby. I love you so much," she said, her back arching. "Ooooh, God. You're too good to me, Bobby."

Robert kissed her from her lips, down her neck, to her breasts. Back and forth, enjoying all of her feminine charms.

"I love you!" she cried, so close to climax. He was almost to the end of his hour, and she so wanted to achieve climax before then. "Oh, God, how I love you, baby. Give it to me. Give it all to me."

"Who do you love?"

"You, Bobby!"

"Who's your daddy?"

"You're my daddy! You're my Daddy! Oh…oh, you….you are… are….Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeee!"

"I KNEW I could make you come!" he cried.

And Robert climax then too.