THE INDUSTRY

BY THE ONE

[ part 5 ]

NOTE: ‘The Industry’ is a series of 11 chapters. It will only make sense if you read them in order!

Chosen

The next hour passed uneventfully. Nicole and Amy spent the time talking; Nicole growing ever more anxious as the minutes ticked away.

“Relax,” Amy smiled, “It’s really not that bad. You just smile at the guy, or girl sometimes, and look sexy. In the room, you act like you’re enjoying it until they finish with you, then you’re done for the night! It’s that simple.”

Nicole’s real concerns were the bondage rooms.

“Oh,” Amy said, “You really don’t have big odds of being taken their. Only a select group of perverts like those.”

“Okay…If you say so…” Nicole relaxed slightly. She was still worried.

At last, the double doors swung open and people began pouring in.

“Good Lord!” Nicole gasped.

“Wait until later,” Amy said, “This is nothing! Sometimes I think the whole city comes through here in one night.”

“What are the rates? How much do we cost?”

“Ten dollars for fifteen minutes, I think,” Amy tried to remember. “So forty dollars an hour.”

“That’s not much.”

“That’s why this place is so popular in the city’s underground. Sex sells; cheap sex makes a fortune. Uh-oh. Here comes somebody. Display yourself, like this.” Amy arched her back in her chair, accenting her curves. Nicole copied her as the man came up close to examine them. Amy was smiling slightly, but then the man chose her. Her face paled as she rose and shuffled to the cell door, which was being unlocked by a guard.

“Well, see you later, Nicole,” she sighed, her voice filled with anxiety, “Good luck,” she added quietly. They shared a smile and a touch before Amy was pulled out into the hall and the customer was given the key to her corset. He led her down the hall, and Nicole watched with a sinking feeling as he guided her toward the bondage rooms. She balked a little, but he shoved her in and closed the door. For a while there was silence. Then Nicole thought she could barely hear the crack of a whip followed by a sharp scream. She listened closer. There it was again. Poor Amy…Nicole wished she could help.

Soon after, Katrina was chosen. Her buyer led her to a fetish room. ‘Messed up dress-up,’ as Amy had called it.

Alone now, Nicole waited. She tried to look good when people examined her, at the same time hoping she wouldn’t be picked. After a time, her luck ran out.

A good-looking man chose her. Fear filled her as the guard opened the cell and pulled her outside. He unlocked her corset collar and handed her over to the customer, who took tight hold of her arm.

“Hey, baby!” he said in a low voice, “I hope you’re really in the mood tonight, ‘cause I’m hornier than a bull!”

Nicole just smiled and laughed uneasily. She didn’t like this guy, but he wasn’t heading for the bondage rooms, so she relaxed a little.

As it turned out, he just wanted hot sex. No costumes, no ropes or chains, only the lacy pink lingerie he chose for her to wear.

Nicole was aware of his eyes locked on her as she slipped out of her uniform corset and thong and into the sexy lingerie. She liked how it felt on her. The lace bra was much more comfortable on her chest, and the lower half was irresistible: pink lace panties with garters holding sheer pink stockings. Pink high heels gave a nice finishing touch. Pink wasn’t her favorite color, but hey, it was better than uncomfortable black leather. When she was done, she straightened and twirled around, her heels rustling the thick red carpet. “How do I look?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s what I was looking for. What’s your name, baby?”

“Nicole.”

“A sexy name for a sexy girl. You are a treasure! Now get over here and let’s get into it!”

Apprehensively, she shuffled over to the bed that was in the room and looked at him for further directions. He was rather handsome, and she concluded that the only reason he had to come here to get sex was because he had a thing for teenagers. Even so, Nicole could name more than a few young ladies her age who would gladly let him do them. They were probably more experienced than she was anyway.

He touched her gently, sliding his hands over every curve and feeling up and down her legs in their pink stockings. Nicole had to fight the urge to smack him away. The only person she wanted to touch her like that was her boyfriend Jeremy. She wondered sadly what he was doing right now.

“Hey, what’s wrong, Nicole? Aren’t you enjoying this?” the man asked, noticing her eyes looking into space.

Snapping out of her trance, Nicole stuttered, “Oh, yeah. Yeah, really, keep it up! I’m really getting hot!” She wasn’t exactly fluent in dirty talk.

“You’re already hot!” he said, removing his shirt. She noticed the lump rising in his pants.

“Well, thanks. I…MMMFFF!”

He sealed her unsuspecting lips with a hugs kiss, holding her close to him. She squirmed to get away, but he was holding her too tightly. He undid her bra, and she cried out and tried to pull away.

“I like it when they struggle,” he said hungrily. He pulled her bra off with one quick flourish, and started to bite her nipples.

Nicole gasped, “Oh, that hurts!”

“Good!” He held her arms to her sides and pushed her onto her back on the bed. He pinned her wrists down to the mattress above her head with one hand and pulled her lace panties down, at the same time popping the garters loose so they flopped around and tickled the insides of Nicole’s legs. She didn’t want to be, but she was getting wet.

He suddenly let her up and grabbed his belt, trying to get his pants off. She sprang up and lunged at the door, but it was locked from the outside.

“Let me out! Please let me out!” she cried, fighting the knob.

“Get over here, cunt!” he yelled, pulling her away from the door and picking her up by the waist.

“No! No!” she screamed, kicking and fighting, but he was strong. He quickly had her back under him and pinned to the bed.

Nicole saw his cock as he positioned himself. It was bigger than anything she had ever put in herself. She got only a second to prepare before he plunged in.

Pain exploded from between her legs and she cried out. He started fucking her hard, and the pain grew worse. Normally, the pain soon turned to pleasure, but not this time. It kept getting more and more intense. Tears flew from her eyes and she struggled to catch her breath through gasping sobs.

Her cries only turned him on. “Oh, baby! Oh, Nicole! That’s right, cry! Let me see those sweet tears! That’s right! Good girl! Good girl!”

He pumped her harder and harder until she gave another breathless cry and her orgasm exploded out onto the bed. It hurt badly! What was wrong!?

She didn’t have time to think about it. He plunged right back in. No more than a minute later his motions grew harder and faster than ever until, through her pain, Nicole felt his load shoot inside her. After he withdrew, she felt it trickling out and soaking the mattress under her legs. She wanted to get up and cover herself to keep whatever dignity she had left, but she was completely exhausted. She was so weak she couldn’t move.

The man wiped himself off on the sheets of the bed and put his clothes back on.

“Thanks, Nicole,” he said, clearly worn out himself, “That was the best I’ve had in a long time!”

Nicole could only manage a moan as an answer. After taking a few minutes to regain enough energy, she pulled her wet stockings off (the only pieces of lingerie that were left on her body) and used a clean corner of bed sheets to wipe her legs off. She pulled her corset back on, hating the way it lifted her breasts, and pulled the thong back on. It hurt to walk, but the man helped her back to her cell. He paid for the half-hour with her, said goodbye, and left. Nicole’s cell door banged shut behind her. Finally she could rest!

With a sinking feeling, she noticed that Amy wasn’t back yet. All that time in a bondage room. Nicole didn’t think she would have been able to survive! Unable to think of anything else to do, she flopped down in one of the chairs and waited for her roommates to return.

Another fifteen minutes passed. Nicole tried to stay awake, but she was totally drained. Her heavy eyelids finally fell closed…