Content Warning: Dubious consent, sex, nudity, misogyny, adult language, adult themes

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Star liked Willow Creek.

 

It wasn't like the City. The City had been crowded, smelly and noisy. It couldn't have been more different from home. Willow Creek wasn't very like home either, but it wasn't like the City. 

 

Breathing in, she could feel the gentle wind caressing her, warm and humid. She could taste the rain that would come later. She could smell the green, growing things all around here. Yes, Star thought, she liked Willow Creek. 

 

Maybe, if whatever it was Dirk had planned went well, they could stay in Willow Creek. They could help Slim fix up the squat. Maybe they'd even buy a new door for their room. 

 

Though, Star kind of liked not having one. She liked the way Slim looked at her. She liked the way he talked to her, too. He was nice. 

"Hey Star, get that sexy ass over here," Dirk called her.

 

Smiling, Star hurried over to where Dirk was sitting with an older man she hadn't seen before. The man had the pale look of a fair-skinned person who didn't spend a lot of time outside, made paler by his slicked-back black hair, his black clothes and even a hint of black eyeliner.

 

"Star, this is Malcolm," Dirk said with a grin. "Malcolm, this is Star."

 

"Well hello, Star," Malcolm said. His eyes slowly traveled over her body, lingering on her waist, her bare belly and the swell of her breasts in a way that made Star shiver a little. "My, my, she does look just as tasty as you said, Dirk."

"It's very nice to meet you," Star said. 

 

She wasn't sure she meant it. Something about Malcolm didn't seem very nice. Oh, he smiled, but there was a mockery hiding in his smile, as if he knew some cruel joke no one else did. And she didn't like the way he looked at her. Star usually liked the way people looked at her. When Slim looked at her, it made her feel all tingly and sexy. The way Malcolm looked at her made her remember what Slim had said the other night, about Dirk treating her like she was just a thing. 

 

"Star," Dirk said, interrupting her thoughts. "Malcolm and I were talking and he said he was in the mood for a good time. You like having a good time, don't you honey?"

 

"Yeah, I do," Star smiled.

 

"There you go Malcolm," Dirk grinned.

 

"Great." Malcolm smiled his mocking smile. Rising from his seat he added, "Why don't you two meet me at the Newcrest Hotel, say in about an hour. I really look forward to spending more time with you, Star."

"Dirk, are you up to something?" Star asked, after Malcolm had gone.

 

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, babe," Dirk said. "I've got everything under control."

 

That didn't really make Star feel better. "You are up to something," she said. "Who is this Malcolm guy?"

 

"Malcolm? One of my contacts put me in touch with him," Dirk said. "He's just a generous man, who likes to have a good time. If we make him happy, he'll help out with my plans."

 

"Oh, I guess that's OK," Star said.

 

"Babe, trust me," Dirk said, stroking her cheek. "Everything is going to be fine."

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The Newcrest Hotel was a dingy place, not far from Patchy's Bar where Star had hung out with Slim and Biggie and their friends. Biggie's girlfriend Letisha had told Star that it was the hotel the local hookers took their customers to have sex. She'd acted like the hookers... she'd called them hoes... were bad for doing what they did. 

 

Star didn't think they were bad for selling sex, but she'd seen how hookers had been treated in the City. That had frightened her. 

 

Sex was supposed to be fun and good. Star liked sex. She knew that it wasn't always good though. Sometimes, like with Dirk when he was angry, sex could be bad or scary. For the hookers she'd known in the City, it seemed like sex was almost always bad.

 

Star liked sex, but she didn't think she'd enjoy being a hooker.

 

"Well, Star, would you like to come up to my room?" Malcolm's question interrupted Star's thoughts. 

 

She realized Dirk and Malcolm had been talking. She hadn't really been paying attention. 

 

"Ok," Star agreed.

Malcolm's hotel room was just as dingy as the rest of the place. 

 

Star was surprised to realize that Dirk hadn't immediately followed them. She wasn't sure where he'd gone. It made her nervous. Sitting on the edge of the room's one big bed, with Malcolm sitting so close to her, his hands running across her arms, made her even more nervous.

 

"Malcolm, I don't think you should do that," Star said, quivering. "Dirk doesn't like it when other guys touch me."

 

Truthfully, Dirk did like it when other people touched her. Usually with other women. Dirk really liked it when Star was touching another woman, and they both were touching him. A couple of times, he'd let another man touch her, but always it had been one of his friends and always he'd been there to watch.

 

"Relax chérie," Malcolm whispered hotly. "Dirk wants us to have fun."

"OK, I guess it's... it's OK... if you do that," Star stammered. "Just... just a little."

 

Her whole body shivered. She couldn't tell where nervousness ended and excitement began. 

 

"You're so pretty chérie," Malcolm breathed. "Such pretty, soft skin. Lovely golden hair. Firm little tits."

 

"Oh!" Star gasped as his hand brushed across her nipple, sending sparks across her whole skin.

 

"Oh, you're a sensitive one, aren't you chérie?" Malcolm growled. 

 

"Oh yes... ummm... my... my nipples... are really... ohhhh... really sensitive," Star moaned, squirming in his arms.

"Let's get this sexy little top off you," Malcolm snarled.

 

"I don't... we should... maybe wait... for Dirk," Star panted.

 

"Dirk's not going to interrupt us, chérie," Malcolm chuckled, tugging loose the laces of her top. "Right now, you're all mine." 

 

"What do you..." Star stammered. "Oh," she gasped as he pulled her top and tossed it aside. "Malcolm... we shouldn't..."

 

"The innocent act is hot," Malcolm chuckled, adding in a mockingly high voice, "Don't... stop."

 

Cupping her bare breast, he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. Star moaned and quivered as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud.

Star moaned as Malcolm's hands squeezed and caressed her breasts. She gasped and quivered as his mouth sucked and teased her nipples. She whimpered when his teeth grazed those swollen buds. He bit down just hard enough to send shocks of pain and pleasure through her. 

 

Malcolm bit harder, making her cry out and clutch at him as pleasure became pain that blurred back into pleasure.

 

"You're incredible," Malcolm panted, lifting his head. "Let's get this little skirt off you."

 

Her head spinning, Star did nothing to resist as he pulled her skirt off.

 

"No panties," Malcolm chuckled, pushing her down onto the bed. "Always ready to fuck aren't you, you little slut? Dirk said you were one hot piece of ass."

 

That's not a nice thing to say, Star thought.

He kissed her neck. He worked his way back down, kissing her shoulders when she squirmed, sucking her breasts while she whimpered, biting her nipples as she cried out. His hand slid down, across her belly and over her hips. Shifting himself, he shoved his fingers between her thighs, pushing against her folds.

 

"God, I'm going to wreck this tight little snatch," Malcolm growled.

 

"Wait," Star panted. "Malcolm, wait."

 

"No more waiting," Malcolm said, sitting up and hastily pulling off his clothes. "It's time to fuck the shit out of you."

 

"I don't think Dirk would like that," Star said, shaking her head.

 

"Dirk wants this," Malcolm said, laying on top of her. "I want this. Your wet little hole wants... this..." Pushed the tip of his engorged cock against her. "So we're going to fuck now. Right, slut?"

 

Confused, Star nodded and, with a groan, Malcolm drove his full length inside her. 

"Oh yeah," Malcolm grunted. "That's so fucking good."

 

Star whimpered as he drove into her again, his thick shaft stretching her. She hadn't been completely ready for him. Every thrust brought a mixture of warm pleasure and burning ache. Her body reacted, opening to accept him. Her mind swam with confusion. 

 

He held her wrists down and thrust into her, grunting and moaning.

 

"You are the best fucking whore I've had in a long time," Malcolm groaned.

 

"I'm not... I'm not a whore," Star stammered as he drove himself between her thighs.

Malcolm laughed, "The innocent thing is so fucking hot."

 

"What... what... do... do you... mean?" Star gasped out between his thrusts. 

 

"The sweet little smile," Malcolm grunted. "The innocent voice... the whole reluctant slut act... 'we shouldn't... my pimp wouldn't like it.' Even the fucking pigtails. You are amazing."

 

"I didn't... I don't... I don't under... understand," Star panted.

 

"Fucking amazing," Malcolm grinned wildly. "Say no. Tell me to stop. Tell me you're not a whore. Tell me you don't want me to cum in your wet cunt."

 

"What?!" Star panted. "I'm not a..."

 

"Fuck yes!" Malcolm roared, tensing over her, filling her.

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"We agreed on a hundred, right?"  Malcolm said, putting the money into Dirk's hand.

 

"Plus another fifty for going bareback," Dirk said with a sly look.

 

"You're a man of business," Malcolm chuckled, handing over another bill.

 

"And you're a satisfied customer," Dirk replied.

 

"Damn right I am," Malcolm said. "I'm having a party this weekend for a few special colleagues. We could use some entertainment. I'll call you with the details."

 

"Terrific," Dirk grinned.

"What... what did you do?" Star stammered as the door closed behind the departing Malcolm.

 

"What do you mean? I just made a hundred and fifty bucks," Dirk grinned wildly. "That weekend party... a bunch of guys, probably a couple of hours... I could clear a thousand easy. Maybe two."

 

"You want me to... with a bunch..." Star gasped.

 

"Oh come on, you had fun," Dirk chuckled. "What's the big deal? You do this a few more times and my money troubles are over."

 

"Your money troubles..." Star said, stunned.

 

"Go clean yourself up," Dirk said. "We can go over the Patchy's. I'll buy you a beer. Celebrate a job well done."

The lukewarm water of the shower pounded against her skin. 

 

It stung on the raw bites on her nipples. 

 

It ran over her body, through the wet, sticky leavings that leaked between her thighs.

 

Clean herself up, Star thought. 

 

She didn't feel clean.

She didn't think the hookers, here or back in the City, were bad for what they did. She didn't hate them or look down on them. She didn't think it made them less, just because they sold their time, their bodies and their skills. It just wasn't something she'd wanted to do. 

 

Sex for fun wasn't the same as sex for pay. 

 

She hadn't wanted to be a whore, but her opinion hadn't mattered. 

 

Slim had been right. Dirk had treated her like a thing. Something he owned. Something he could sell, to fund his latest scheme. 

 

"You shouldn't let guys treat you bad," Slim had said.

 

She hadn't heard him. Now she did.

"I'm not doing that again," Star said as she came out of the bathroom.

 

"What? Is the shower here that bad?" Dirk laughed.

 

"I'm not fucking men for money for you again!" Star snapped.

 

"What's the big fucking deal? You got off. I made some money," Dirk said.

 

"You didn't even ask me!" Star cried. "You didn't even talk to me about it. You just... you just sold me. Like a thing. Like I don't matter."

 

"OK, OK, calm down," Dirk said. "You're right. I should have talked to you more about it beforehand, but think of the opportunity. I just need a little more money. This party Malcolm is having, I... we... we can clear a thousand easy. Maybe more. I mean, if they want to do like butt-stuff or DP or something kinky, we can totally charge more for that. You'll have fun. I'll get my money. I can square things, get some product and get back in business."

"That's all you care about! Business!" Star cried. "You don't care about me at all."

 

"Of course I care about you, Star. You're my light," Dirk purred. "Just do this one party. That's all. Then you never have to do it again... unless, you know... you want to. You like the kinky stuff. You like putting on a show. What's wrong with making some money from it?"

 

"No!" Star shouted. "I'm not doing it. Do you hear me? I am not doing it!"