The rest of that day Cathy spent with Mike was eventful. She learned many new and interesting things about herself. It was as though her entire life was misspent until the moment she met him. He knew so much about her, what she truly wanted, everything.
They walked around town for a while, simply talking. She had what she knew was strange urges that made her do things she had never done before. The strangest of all these new urges was her desire to drink the semen of strangers. Before today she thought it was a vile thing to suck on a man's cock, but that feeling left like so many others.
They were sitting on a public beach. She purchased the skimpiest bathing suit she could find. It was a thong bikini that left little to the imagination. Before meeting Mike, she thought these things were vulgar. Now they made her feel sexier then she had ever felt before. She was watching a teenage boy of about seventeen. He and a group of his friends were playing a game of sand soccer. She was watching him closely, far more closely then she once would have.
He crashed into the sand next to her trying to save the ball from going out of bounds. He immediately apologized and started to get up.
"Hay, why don't you stay here," she told him as he got up.
"Huh? ," he said.
"Listen, if you give me twenty bucks I'll give you a blow over in that porta poddy," she said smiling her most brilliant smile. She could see he became hard at just the thought of what she said.
"Ah, sure, I'll be right back," he said as he ran off to his friends. He obviously was getting money from each of them. He slowly walked back to her with his friends jeering him on. He could see his boner for thirty feet away.
"Do you think it's okay to go with him? I've never done anything like this before. I gave you a blowjob because I know you so well. This is just a kid, I shouldn't do this should I?" she turned to Mike and asked. She obviously wanted an excuse not to this thing. The programming hadn't completely changed her, which is exactly what he wanted. She didn't want to do this, but couldn't help herself.
"Oh, sure, as I said, you're going to be a great hooker," he replied.
"Let's go then," she said in an excited way. This was her first paying customer. Something in the back of her mind kept telling her this was the wrong thing to do, but she knew to the core of her being that she was put on this earth to satisfy men.
The two young people walked over to the nearest porta poddy. It was very cramped, but somehow they managed. She put her hand out to get the money from the kid. She then knelt before the young man and slowly pulled his bathing trunks down to his knees. His 8 inch cock sprang to attention right in front of her face. Her deep red licks encircled his rock hard member. She stroked his balls as she started to lick the base of his dick. He was obviously new to this type of ministration as he came within moments.
The creamy liquid erupted from the head of his dick. She sucked for all she was worth when this happened. She needed the vile tasting stuff more then ever before. She needed to suck him dry. He let out a loud sigh as he finished. She didn't want to let him go yet. She needed more.
"Hold on a sec," she told him as she stripped off her small bikini. As she did this, he became hard again. Her perfect breasts came into view. The thong did hide enough. The boy became hard again as he massaged her huge melons. She kissed him deeply. She then went back to her knees to try to make him come again. Before long, she managed to get the boy to erupted again into her mouth.
When she was done getting dressed, she didn't say a word to the kid, she just left the small room and went back to the beach. She had never been so ashamed in her life. Why had she done this? She knew it was the right thing, but at the same time she also knew it was dreadfully wrong. She was almost in tears when she got back to Mike.
"You did well Cathy," he told her. This brightened up her mood a lot.
School would be starting next week she knew. She thought it a complete waste of time but for some reason decided she would stay at it for a short while. There was a nagging self-doubt about her desire to become a crack whore, but every time she thought about what it would be like she grew more and more excited.
"I want you to meet someone special Cathy," he told her as he dialed a number into his cell phone. A moment later she heard him tell the person on the other line to meet them at one of the finer restaurants in town. There was some argument on the other side that he quieted by telling the person they must show up.
"You're going to meet your new sponsor. I want you enjoy your new life as much as possible," he told her. "That's why I'm going to let you stay in Honolulu for a while longer," he said.
She was shocked at this pronouncement. She had always wanted to spend her entire life on the island, and with the new change in her life she didn't expect that would change. It hadn't dawned on her that she would have a tough time affording Hawaii on what a street hooker made.
He wouldn't allow her to change her outfit as they went into the fine restaurant. The restaurant was crowded with rich patrons. Many looked at her strangely as she was still wearing the thong. She felt a little strange wearing a thong bikini in such a nice place, but since he thought it best, she wouldn't say anything.
After waiting a few minutes she was shocked to see Cindy Crawford walk to their table and sit next to Mike. Cindy was wearing a long black evening gown that showed her cleavage off to good effect. She had such a confident air about her the Cathy just stared in awe.
"Cindy, I'd like you to meet Cathy. She recently decided it was in her best interests to become a crack whore," he told Cindy. A shocked look crossed Cindy's face.
"Why would you want to do that?" she asked Cathy.
"You don't think it would be a fabulous lifestyle Ms. Crawford?" Cathy replied meekly. Cathy was confused by this discussion. Mike seemed to be having a lot of fun watching the two of them talk.
"You're crazy if you want to do that," Cindy told her vehemently.
"But-- ah, Ms. Crawford, Mike thinks it's best for me," Cathy again replied quietly. Cindy deflated when she heard that.
"Oh, you should have said so in the first place. I'm sure you'll make a great prostitute. You shouldn't have any problem finding drugs either," Cindy told her brightly. She almost seemed contrite in the way she said that.
A waitress walked up to their table. "Excuse me Ms. Crawford, but your friend here is not allowed to wear what she is in this establishment," the young waitress told Cindy. Cindy turned to her and told her to leave them alone. Cathy noticed Mike type something in the small device. When he did that the waitress seemed to relent to Cindy Crawford's demands to leave.
Cathy noticed the waitress arguing with another waiter. She watched closely as the waiter walked up to their table.
"Madam, you're going to have to leave," he told Cathy.
"But, sir, you don't like what I'm wearing," she asked him in her most innocent way. She smiled her best smile, hoping to convince him that she could stay.
"Cathy, don't worry. I'll take care of you," Cindy told her.
"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave," he replied again. She got up and started to walk out of the restaurant. As they walked toward the exit, she turned to the stiff waiter, and said "If you give me twenty bucks I'll fuck you," again in her most innocent voice.
"Mam, you shouldn't say such things. It just isn't proper," he told her. She was depressed now. She couldn't even get a fuck out of this guy.
"Please, I'll do anything you'd like," said told him.
He glanced nervously around. He quickly grabbed her hand and took her into a nearby office.
"I shouldn't be doing this," he told her.
"Sure you should," she replied quietly as she slowly fell to her knees. There was a bright smile on her beautiful young face. As he had done a number of times that day, she engulfed his entire shaft with her warm mouth. She was becoming very good at this. It didn't take long for him to cum into her mouth. As she so enjoyed doing now, she swallowed the entire load of vile tasting stuff.
She licked herself clean, got dressed and left the room. Mike was nowhere to be seen and she didn't know what to do with herself. She needed to talk with him about something, but wasn't sure what. She decided to go home and figure out what to do with her life later.
Around 3 AM that morning she received a call.
"Uh, hulllo," she answered groggily.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a cheerleader at the university," she heard Mike ask her.
"I dunno, sir, it hadn't occurred to me that it mattered. I've been cheerleading since my sophomore year in high school. I'm the captain of the team," she told him. She found herself trembling with the thought that she had displeased Mike.
"When is your next meeting with the squad?" he asked.
"Sometime this week. We were planning a workout to get ready for the season. Would you like to come and watch us workout?" she replied brightly.
"Schedule it for the day after tomorrow," he told her.
"Of course, the day after tomorrow is a good time," she said as though it was her idea.
