Bryan was upset with me. I had no idea why. This seemed to be the case whenever he was upset with me. I had no idea what I had done wrong, if I had done anything at all. I always tried my best to make him happy. He knew it upset me when he appeared angry with me. I thought he did it on purpose to keep me wanting to make things better. I was always trying to please him and keep him happy. That was the power he had over me.

He did not contact me at work and did not stop by my apartment for several days. As I stewed over what I might have done.. He knew I struggled when he cut contact. All I had was time to think over and over what I might have done to upset him.

I was already uneasy about his growing involvement with Andrea, wondering whether he intended to cut me out and replace me with her. She seemed to be making him happy and doing what he asked of her. He was busy making changes in her life as well. He got her a job with another firm that was closely associated with his business.

I knew of Brittany, the girl before me. I did not know what happened with her, but I always wondered if I was walking down her path. Wherever that led.

I worried that not knowing what became of Brittany was worse than knowing. At least then I would know the possibilities. All I had heard from my coworkers about her was how beautiful she was and that she was a nice girl, until something happened that no one ever discussed.

Bryan had become so important to me. He made himself completely in charge of my life. I could not do anything without his approval first. I depended on him. I worried what I would do if he was not in charge. I had become so dependent on him.

My life had become work, working out, and waiting to serve Bryan. I had no friends other than Andrea; my family cut me off. completely. I needed Bryan, and he knew it. He had made it that way. He had all the power over me. I waited nude in my apartment day after day for contact from him or instructions. I learned one thing about myself during my time with Bryan: I liked him having me as his property. I liked his direction and control. I thrived under his control.

I was under his spell. His voice soothed me and comforted me. I was attracted to older, more mature men, and that was part of what drew me to him.

It was Friday, and Andrea and Brian came in the door. She removed her clothes at the door, and soon both of us were kneeling naked at his feet. She was so cute, with perfect breasts, and a firm and fit her body well. My tiny chest was nothing in comparison.

Bryan told me he had a plan for me to make things right with him. I pleaded with him to tell me his plan, and eagerly agreed that I would do it.

Bryan said he was gonna teach me how good I have it by taking me to the street.

I had no idea what he was talking about. Bryan stood up and took us both to the bedroom. He went through my things and selected a loose pink camisole and a pair of blue jean shorts.

He instructed me to put them on. The camisole was too large for my body, and because it was so loose-fitting, my small chest was not concealed at all. My chest was just out wearing that thing. I was either too small or the camisole was too big. I grabbed some sandals, Andrea got dressed, and we were all out the door, walking to Bryan’s car. I felt topless.

Bryan started driving across the bay to the area where I grew up. I still had no idea until we got to El Camino Real. That is a six-lane divided highway that runs a long distance through a lot of the state. The speed is only 35 MPH. This was very close to where I grew up, and my high school was only a short distance away. The school was where I was on the Cheer Squad. I was sure it picked this location knowing I grew up a short distance away.

Bryan stopped the car and, in a stern voice, started lecturing me. He said if I was not happy with him, this is where I belonged.   He said if I did not want to be his property, I would end up here working the streets.

He gave me instructions that I might have heard a part of. I was so confused, scared, and upset. I was shocked at what Bryan told me to do. Andrea did nothing to assist me. She offered no support. Bryan said this road is well known for the street walkers, and that I was going to be one tonight.

Bryan told me to get out and walk back and forth slowly on the sidewalk between these two streets. He said cars would stop or motion for me to meet them. I was to do it and sell myself. He gave me a set time period, and I had to make a certain amount of money, or he was leaving me there all night. He told me to get out; they would be watching from nearby.

Before I could think to complain, Andrea got out of the car, opened my door, and helped me out. She then jumped into the front seat next to Bryan, and they drove off.

This portion of the road I had passed thousands of times as a kid. My family, their friends all lived in the area. People I knew or went to school with might drive by and see me. I was petrified. The road was full of cars, lots of traffic. It was still light enough outside for people who knew me to recognize me. Each car that slowed even slightly, I assumed, was someone checking to see if it was me.

I sat on a bus bench for a minute to collect my thoughts and muster my courage.

I set out, walking slowly as Bryan had told me. Not to walk as if I were in a hurry or had a destination. I was about 100 ft from the bus stop when a few cars started honking at me. A few minutes more, and a car pulled along the curb and motioned for me to meet him in the parking lot. My heart was beating out of my chest.

I walked up to his open front passenger window. I leaned in and gave a nervous smile. I thought He did not look to be dangerous. My camisole was loose, and bending over showed him my entire chest.

This guy was confident, and obviously it was not his first time. He told me I was new out here, and I admitted I was, that I just arrived from the East Bay.

We exchanged some banter. I started to relax a little. He asked what I was selling. I told him $100 for a blow job. He asked if I was serious. He seemed upset and said he could go to the next girl down the block and get all of her for that cash. He talked me down to $50 with no condom. He said any of the girls working the street would suck him off for forty dollars.

It was now or never. I hesitated, thinking Bryan would come to my rescue. When he did not, I knew I had better go through with it. The guy told me to get in. I opened the door and looked around one last time for Bryan. I sat down.

I remembered Bryan's instruction to get the money first. This wasn't his first time; unlike me, he immediately handed me three $20 bills. I stuffed the bills in my shorts. He insisted that I swallow his cum in order to keep the full sixty.

He pulled behind a nearby building and pushed his seat back. He unzipped his pants and pulled them to his knees. His cock was at attention. He said his wife doesn't give him head so he visits the girls occasionally. He said when he saw me, a new girl, he just had to try me out.

I was still nervous as I leaned towards his cock. I've given a lot of head in vehicles, but I was scared this time. He told me to be careful because the police were cracking down recently. Now I had another worry.

I took him in my mouth and got to work. I worked him in my mouth, up and down and out to lick his head. He was enjoying it; I could tell that. I was too nervous to enjoy what I was doing. I did my best to please this stranger. He put his hands on my head and started pushing my head down onto his cock. His cock head pushed at my throat entrance. I pushed away to get some breath. He let me up to gather myself. I went back to it, and again his hands went to my head. He controlled the movement, pushing and lifting my head to meet his desires.

It was difficult lying across the seat to suck him off. After what seemed like forever, he released his orgasm while pushing my head deep into his lap. I swallowed his delivery and held in place until he calmed down. I pulled away and sat up. He made a little small talk as his cum settled into my belly. I was too nervous to respond to his chatter. He had a little cum seep out as his cock softened. I bent to lick that up.

We exchanged gratitude, and I got out of his car. I walked back to the sidewalk. I started walking back towards where Bryan dropped me off. Once I arrived at the bus bench, I sat for a moment, then thought I had better get to work, since I was way short of the goal Bryan set for me. I stood up and started the stroll again. A few cars slowed down to check me out. I did not know if they were interested or just curious why I was dressed like I was walking along the highway.

I glanced at the drivers of those vehicles as they slowed, then pulled away. A vehicle pulled up behind me in the parking lot. The driver called out to me. I walked to the car and leaned in through the passenger-side front door. We started the same conversation as the previous male.

He too mentioned that he had not seen me out there before. He asked if I had a room nearby. I told him I did not. He seemed angered by that answer. He asked how much for sex, and I told him two hundred. I tried to tell him I was new at this, and he was one of my first. I hoped that would pique his interest.

I was thinking I needed to get busy because I was nowhere near the amount Bryan insisted I make for him. I wanted out of there as soon as possible. The last thing I wanted to be was out along that highway all evening, increasing the chance of someone who knew me recognizing me.

He wanted to have sex but insisted two hundred was too much. He talked a lot of trash about how good he was ,that I should be paying him for the pleasure. He said all he had was 160. I did not want to pass up the chance of getting closer to my goal. I agreed.

As I slipped into the seat, I felt his hand on my butt. He drove to a secluded spot behind a nearby closed business. He asked my name, and I slipped up, giving him my real name.

We both climbed into the backseat of his minivan. He had his pants off in record time. I licked his cock to make it hard. I ripped open a condom, and he grumbled about that. I removed my clothes. I rolled the condom on his hard cock and moved into his lap to have him enter me.

My mind was elsewhere, and he was thrusting inside me over and over. I wondered how I had gotten here. On the same streets I grew up on, working as a whore. Fucking strangers in parking lots.

He put me on my knees and got behind me. I was leaning over the seat, no doubt where his child sits on the way to school. At some point I did not notice, but he had removed the condom and was still fucking me. My mind was lost in a tizzy.

I heard him groan loudly, which cleared my thoughts and brought me back to the present. He fired his orgasm on my back, pump after pump, landing higher on my back. He was exhausted. I was still in shock. He wiped the cum from my back with a rag.

He gave me the money and said he hoped to see me again. I really do not recall how I answered him. Before I knew it, I was dressed and walking back to the bus stop.

I stopped sitting on the bench to count the money I had earned and realized I was still well short of the goal Bryan set for me.to cry.

Just as I gathered myself to get back to it, Bryan’s car pulled up behind the bus stop, and Andrea called out to me. I felt immediate relief; I ran to Bryan’s car. Andrea told me to get in it. I jumped into his car, and Bryan drove off.

Bryan scolded me for not listening to him and about the consequences of not doing so. He told me if I failed him again, he would set me out to work the street. I told him I was sorry and I understood, although I still did not know what I had done to upset him. No way was I going to ask.

Andrea was giddy with excitement. She said she was giving Bryan a blow job while I was walking the streets. She complained that she hardly got to see me work. Andrea added that Bryan was very excited watching me work for him. Bryan asked me for his money. I gave him the haul I earned.

Bryan laughed, “Just a cheap whore, just like I told you when I met you, girl.”

A couple of traffic lights down the road, he rolled down his window and gave the money to a homeless guy. As I sat in the car, I was thinking that Bryan had done it as much for Andrea as for me.