A sonorous click of a slap echoed throughout the toilet and into my head. From surprise, I retreated a few steps, looking with bulging eyes at Frankie unable to say a word.

"For what?! What kind of license is your mother ?! ”- was spinning wildly in my head along with the sound of a blow.

With a wave of his hand, Frankie sent his bodyguards out of the closet, remaining alone with me. Slowly, he looked at me, pressing his palms to a burning and slightly swollen cheek, as if he had seen it for the first time. Although it was not a fist, but the guy did not make concessions just because I'm a girl.

- What are you doing, bitch? You are either very brave or, oh, very stupid, once you decided to flush our reputation down the toilet.

“I ... I don’t understand ...” I swallowed a gibber stuck in my throat, almost sobbing with fear and confusion. Something like that I experienced only once - when Alena almost decided me and it was in this toilet.

“If I get out of here alive — I will never come back here even at gunpoint,” feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth, I vowed. It seems his lip broke.

- Yeah, so stupid. I don't serve clients in our toilets. Never. For this there are separate rooms, fool. Why didn't you go to me right away? Brain is not enough? - Frankie again inflamed, holding up his hand for a strike, but quickly changed his mind when I unwittingly dashed away and huddled into a corner.

- H-do not hit, have mercy! ... I did not know ...

- We have a serious institution, monkey you are black-faced! If it is rumored that left slut is working in our toilets, it will turn out as if the level of service has fallen completely, ”the guy hovered over me, clenching his hands into a fist. In spite of the anger overwhelming him, he kept himself from beating, but spat in the face with a relish, and this just a little bit cleared the stop. - How much did he pay you?

- Tt-three five hundred ...

“Unscrew the bag,” ordered Frankie in a tone that did not tolerate objections.

With trembling hands, I hurried to open my purse and dumped the entire contents onto the clean tile of the floor. I woke up with the hope that everything would be okay, and with both hands desperately grasped this “straw”.

With a soft thud, the little that fit into my micro-purse fell on the floor. With a casual movement, the local pimp raised the money I earned and raised my eyebrow a little in surprise when I saw the used nodule.

- What did he pay for?

- Blowjob ... Then in the pussy ... I bought panties ... And ... well ... - I laid out all the rest as if with a spirit.

- What "and well"? It is good to moo, speak already.

- In ... in the ass wrote ...

- But this is more interesting. Come on, show! - a little interested, seeing me in a new light, he ordered.

Not being a touchless person, it's too late for this, I lifted my skirt up showing the gag. Seeing his desire to see more than just a black round knob sticking out of my asshole, I hung my ass over the urinal and took out the anal plug, letting out a golden stream of urine. Reflexively squeezing the intestines, I let down the last drops of fluid and screwed the plug back. Mrs. made clear her policy regarding my ass, and even the plug didn’t give me any more discomfort and even pleasantly stimulated me when I had to walk.

- Ha, and you are my chocolate, you know a lot about perversions. Great, I withdraw money for the right to receive forgiveness. You will lick-off this urinal - consider quits, - he pointed to the snow-white urinal, into which I lowered the gift of my first client. “For a whore like you, this shouldn't be a problem.” Otherwise, my boys will break your legs for the edification of other idiots who suddenly decide to fish in my pond. You decide.

His proposal for the idea was to shock me or at least embarrass, but I did not experience anything like it.Only joy for the opportunity to get out of this scrape for such a small price. And when did I become such a pervert?

Not wanting too much to delay with humiliation, I decided to do it quickly and decisively - how to break the plaster.

Having sat down on the floor, I ran my tongue over the snow-white ceramics with sour time, trying not to think about how many men had fallen down on him. Then again and again, I licked every inch of the urinal, watching Frankie’s reaction out of the corner of my eye, wondering when I could stop this humiliation. And this bastard, meanwhile, only broadly lybilsya, admiring the intimidated slut loser.

Having walked the last few times along the drain of a piss-smelling urinal with a pretty tired and numb language, I withdrew from an unfortunate mine. There was a slight bitter taste in his mouth. Judging by the fact that Frankie did not stop me when I went to the taps with water to rinse the mocked mouth and his congenial face - I coped with the task.

- Umnichka, whore, and I really like you. If you want to leave - then a tablecloth is a path, but if you still have not given up on the idea of ​​making money - I can offer you a place with a subsequent career growth. But first show me why you need it, - he threw a sponge with a sperm at my feet.

Judging by his mischievous smile, Frankie at least guessed if he didn’t know for sure, and I in turn didn’t intend to hide my intentions at all. Almost proudly twisting her nose, she untied the gum and, holding the sperm-filled end with her fingers, squeezed the delicious contents into her mouth and with undisguised pleasure swallowed everything to the last drop.

- Great, you fit all the criteria, I take you to the lowest level, but I am sure you will quickly rise. Come, let me show you where you will work, ”Frankie waved his hand to me while I was in a hurry collecting the contents of my purse from the floor. Inspired by the hope to get the necessary amount by eight o'clock and trying not to lag behind, I started to click after my first employer in my life, who by the whim of fate turned out to be also a pimp.

Frankie's path lay to the door opposite the men's and women's toilets, on which stood a sign "Only for the staff" and was on duty "gorilla" in a suit. With a blue, unmarked blue magnetic card on the reader, the door squeaked open.

- In the city there are several similar doors with different levels of access for which there are similar places. My club has the lowest grade, blue level, in which they provide not the most sophisticated service, but the common people like it. There are still red and black levels, but more demanding and high-ranking clients go there, and more skilled and proven slut to work. You have ordered access there yet, ”the pimp calmly explained to me, taking me along a short corridor to a noisy hall.

Here, too, was a bar, but on this similarity with the public hall from which we came ended. We should start with the fact that some men in the hall without a twinge of conscience “juggled” their members sticking out of their pants, and one of the waitresses scrolling back and forth in blue bikinis at one of them waved her knees in front of one of them, into which immediately began to lower the accumulated "tension". Along the walls were blue doors with small screens.

- Each visitor in this room has been tested and has a blue card with a medical guarantee of the absence of infectious diseases. Each heifer on this pasture should take cum in a mug from any of them, and then pour it into the sperm receiver, but any sexual acts in the hall are prohibited. As you see here there are a lot of doors, more precisely 10, and the small screens next to each show the status of the room and which of the halves of whom is there - you can only fuck there.

Frankly, about the "halves" I did not understand anything.At the bar stand was a huge widescreen TV on which a middle-aged man slowly and tastefully sticking the lower half of a woman sticking out of the wall. Actually, many without any constraint jerked it on the events occurring on the screen. Noticing my live ...