I didn’t recognize the girl moaning like that. How could she sink so low? She didn’t even respond to her own name. A man could say, “slut,” and she’d go to him. Another could say, “Whore,” and she’d crawl to him. What could make a girl do that? She was turned on, sure. But where did that inclination come from? Maybe it was the house she’d visit. Whenever she was there, a beast would come out of her. She’d stay nude except for a red silk ribbon in her hair. Sometimes with the shoes she came in —high heels or flats.
The three men who lived there were like her pimps. She’d answer to them, no matter what filth they had her do. I wanted to tell her to wake up and get away. Maybe she was brainwashed. Torture can change the inside of you. A reward and punishment thing. If she sucked cock well, she’d get a reward. Money? Yes, she was getting a little extra. I could use a little extra money myself. But why like this? Drugs? No, not drugs. I heard some girls are drugged and continue being pimped out just to get a hit. She didn’t do that. But there must have been something else, another kind of high she was getting from all of this.
Like last night. She was there. Her pimps were in the kitchen. She was nude, of course. She had just finished serving them beers. The doorbell sounded. They ordered her to answer it. There was a surprise for her. She grinned all happy. So stupid, she was. She skipped her way to the door like it was Christmas. She opened the door. It was a complete stranger. Some guy she'd never met before. But she beamed at him like he was a gift. This guy looked her over and licked his lips. She looked at her feet pretending to be shy. I know shy. I’m shy. This strumpet is not shy. But it gives the guy confidence. He pushed his way in, wrapping his arms around her naked waist. She threw her arms around his neck as if he were a long-lost lover returning from a war or something. She kissed him.
She actually kissed him. A complete stranger. But she kissed him lovingly. And made whimpering sounds. She was loving it. He groped her breasts unromantically, but she moaned with ecstasy. He grabbed her crotch unceremoniously and she gasped and grunted with pleasure. Was it really pleasure? I shouldn’t like that, but she seemed to. She reached into his pants begging for his cock. She held it in her hand and looked up at him like a child asking for cake. He called her “bitch” and the fool kissed him again. She led him to the couch. He had her lay on his lap so he could spank her. She begged him to punish her. Why? What did she do wrong? For being so horny all the time, maybe. He spanked her hard before jamming his fingers into her pussy and her anus. But he did it in a mean way, trying to hurt her. She groaned and stared into his eyes. For mercy? For him to stop? No, to pant for more like a dog.