Janie Part One

Janie looked up and down the street. She chewed on her chunk gag to relieve the pain in her jaw. Her hired man hurt where they were bound behind her spinal column. The dildo in her pussy chafed and the bum sparking plug in her ass harm."How do you like working in advertising ?"Sam asked.

Janie stamped her foot in thwarting. Sam laughed. Janie didn't think it was funny, being contracted to stomach outside a downtown whorehouse with preindication saying"Dolores Discount Whores"strapped to her front and"Whores from $ 25 a short-circuit time"strapped to her back. Her breast were bleak and her cunt and ass bared and plugged and high-risk still she had to wear black genu duration charge with four inch heels.

Her back harm and regretful of all she hadn't been laid for hours.

It wasn't what she had in mind for her summer vacation. But instead of heading for the beach she found herself heading for Horseville

The public figure said it all. Horse cattle ranch. A Horse jumping stadium. A Horse Auction. A Horse subspecies circle. Her uncle wanted her to assist out as a Pony-Girl.

Janie didn't like Equus caballus. They stunk. She wanted to vacation on the beach. She wanted to lie in the sun. She wanted to political party. To swim. Jet bikes.Water skiing. Water sports. She wanted to get drunk. She wanted to get laid.

It wasn't her faulting she was dismal haired and had brown middle and glasses. She didn't ask to be short sighted. It wasn't fair. Amytal eyed blondes always seemed to be fighting the boys off while she watched from the sidelines.

Janie was raging. She wasn't thinking straight as the greyhound bus droned along the highway.

"Horseville,"the driver announced as he slowed the bus to a halt.

Janie picked up her bags and swung into the gangway as the bus stopped. She saw the street star sign at the product of Main and 2nd Street and climbed down to the street.

She looked round of golf. There was no one waiting for her. Uncle Harry said to meet outside the stable gear on the corner of 2nd and Main, but there was no saddle stock. No horse fund at all. Only an hotel. A drugstore. A small Walmart storehouse and the townsfolk Hall.

Janie picked up her cell sound,"Uncle Harry, where are you ?"she demanded."I'm waiting for you on the niche of second and main."

"Ok, you're ahead of time, I'll total right away,"Harry said awkwardly. He looked at the clock, she wasn't due for another hour at least, but he grabbed his Francis Scott Key and set off in his Ford Hermann Hueffer pickup.

Janie sighed. She looked up and down the street. There seemed to be a lot of grownup stores. grownup stores and Hotels. No knight entrepot. No horse. Maybe she mis heard Uncle Harry's directions. Maybe Horseville was not so bad after all.

She felt moth-eaten. Thirsty. Frustrated. She went in the cheeseparing Hotel."Can I have a soda ?"she asked at the bar.

"Do you have any ID,"the bar tender asked.

"What ID ?"Janie demanded,"I want a soda not a jibe of Bourbon !"

"evening so,"the bar tender insisted,"It's the law."

"Oh forget it !"Janie snapped.

"I still need to see some ID,"the bar tender called after her as Janie stormed out the door.

Janie bought a can of soda in Walmart like she should have in the first place.

She stood outdoors drinking waiting for her uncle.

A cop approached,"Hi, welcome to sawbuck Ville,"he said,"You're new here right ?"

"What's it to you ?"Janie said nastily as she looked him up and down. All six feet two of him. Film headliner looks. Blonde hair, she was fallible at the knees already.

"wellspring refusing to show ID, loitering, frock codification infringement, you want the full moon list ?"the cop asked.

"I only wanted a sal soda,"Janie replied.

"No adult female under the age of eighteen is allowed within urban center limits,"the cop explained.

"You are kidding right ?"Janie demanded.

"No ma'am."he replied.

"Driver's licence,"Janie sighed as she pulled it from her purse.

"Right. Near nineteen. That's fine,"he said."I guess you don't have sanction to flow outside Walmart ?"“ I'll let you off the dress code but find somewhere else to give ear, Ok."

"Why ?"she asked.

"Because it's not fair on girls who pay top dollar for the bloom daub,"the cop explained.

"Ok amercement,"Janie sighed and she walked away.

She walked round Walmart, then she walked down the street. Guys kept looking at her, sort of curiously. Then the cop stopped her. Again.

"expression I warned you,"he said.

"About what ?"Janie said.

"Dress code, Saint Matthew the Apostle just ain't allowed."He explained.

"You are kidding right ?"Janie sighed,"What do you expect me to do, dismiss them here in the street. Go naked maybe ?"

"It's your pick Ma'am."

Janie was really pissed, she wrenched spread out her bang and slid her Levis down."Happy ?"she asked.

"Un, sorry lady, I have to nab you under department five, come with me,"The cop announced.

Janie hauled up her Matthew and the cop handcuffed her and took her to the Town Hall.

"part 5 Sam,"the cop announced.

"beginning time ?"Sam asked.

"And last !"Janie snapped.

"You got to cool out dame,"Sam said reassuringly."You got a chick in your baggage ?"

"Yes,"Janie agreed.

"So put it on !"Sam suggested,"shoot a caution and get out of here."

"I can't just."Janie spluttered, then she had an idea,"Ok !"She took a knee length blue chick from her hold all and slipped it over her Levis and then slid her Saint Matthew the Apostle down.

"Satisfied ?"she demanded.

"Except the segment 5,"the cop explained.

"You wearing panty ?"Sam asked.

"Mind you own. Uh. Of course I am !"Janie snapped.

"Not between noon and four a.m. Not in the street lest a fashion,"Sam explained,"Its all in the regulations."

Sam took out a little well thumbed book from his pocket.

Whoresville Land of Lincoln. Street harlot Regulations.

"This is Whoresville ?"Janie gasped."I was supposed to be going to Horseville."



"You know if I heard that once I heard it a hundred prison term,"Sam laughed as he picked up Janie's hold all and rifled through it,"Ok, Seve pairs of panties, and a cell phone with a camera, thats illegal, I'll have to sequester it, and that's seven hundred clam o.k., how you going to pay ?"

Janie panicked, she didn't have seven hundred dollars.

"Cash, deferred payment plug-in, community Robert William Service ?"the cop asked.

"What do you mean residential area Service ?"Janie asked.

"Ball a few guys at the retreat house,"Sam suggested.

"Look, I made a misunderstanding Ok."Janie pleaded.

"Sure you did,"the cop agreed,"So drop your panties."

"Ok !"Janie sighed,"You win."

She slid her bloomers down and handed them to Sam.

"See lady, we don't like liars in Whoresville,"Sam said,"You say you aint no whore, but your pantie say different."

"What ?"Janie demanded.

"confection fresh bitch succus, see Tom ?"Sam said handing the pants to the cop,"See, she's hot and ready to fuck."

"Sure is Sam,"Tom agreed as he sniffed the panty. He put an arm troll Janie and held her as he checked her pussy with his other hand.

Janie staggered in surprisal and then Tom's finger were invading her sex. Oh god. He was gorgeous. Janie didn't need his fingers. She wanted his cock.

"Nooo,"she protested but Sam had her bird pulled up under her titty and one then two fingers slipped inside her.

"Nice tight ass,"Sam said approvingly. Janie gasped.

Sam bolted the threshold. Tom now had three fingers deep inside Janie's hot wet snatch. Sam dropped his pants.

Janie felt Tom's breath on her neck. Tom slipped his quaternary finger inside her. She felt Tom's cock against her ass hole. She looked round of golf. His pants were off. His wooden-headed fat cock was between her ass cheeks. Jabbing. Grunting."No !"she protested but it eased relentlessly in to her soaked hot Brown hole.

"This sure is some ass !"Sam said approvingly.

"I guess she passed component part one of the bawd test."Tom laughed as he dropped his pants and pulled on a rubber.

"No !"Janie pleaded again, but Tom just shoved his long heavily peter rightfield into her moist snatch. It slid straight in just like a sword through butter.

"Ohhhh !"Janie gasped. It was agony. sugariness agony. She was being ripped in half but she didn't care,"Noooooo !"she wailed."Oh it's too a lot !"

Her crotch was on fire. All her foiling were released as they double teamed her. She wrapped her legs around Tom's waist and held herself close to him. Her mind exploded.

"Gee,"Tom gasped as Janie had her orgasm.

"Damn amateurs,"Sam sighed as he shot his onus,"It ain't master to cum on the job."

"Guess I'll save some for later,"Tom added as he let Janie down and pulled out of her.

Janie almost keeled over. Her articulatio genus buckled but Tom held her up."Sit down a bit,"Tom advised.

Sam got on the sound,"I got misfire Frederic William Maitland coming over, she'll looking at after you."Sam explained."Help you make a few dollars to pay your fines."

Dolores Frederic William Maitland had seen it all before. She took one look at Janie and her pump sank. Men came to Whoresville for bronzed blonde bimbos. She didn't even know where to start with Janie..

"rightfield ?"she said,"You dragged me over here for this ?"

"I'm not a harlot,"Janie said,"I just got carried away Ok ?"

"I can see that,"Miss Maitland said,"But lose the glass. suffer the hairband. some knocker implants. Teeth whitening."

"hell on earth we fucked her like she is !"Sam declared.

"You would fuck a burl gob in a pine tree Sam Roberts !"young woman Frederic William Maitland laughed,"But I'll see what I can do."

"I'm not a whore,"Janie insisted.

"You got seven hundred buck ?"Sam asked.

"No !"Janie admitted.

"So we're giving you the opportunity to earn some, either that of some time in Jail ?"Sam asked.

"I'd rather spend time in Jail."Janie snapped.

Sam showed Janie the cell. There was just the one mobile phone. Eighteen guys were in there watching her through the parallel bars. Not one of them under fifty. Not one of them with his own teeth suddenly clink fourth dimension just didn't looking at attractive any more.

"Uh guy rope, maybe I was hasty. Maybe whoring isn't such a bad good deal ?"Janie suggested.

"Knew you would see horse sense,"Miss Maitland agreed,"For your inaugural job you can ball these guy wire at xx dollar a time."

"That's not fair !"Janie protested.

"living ain't fair and then you die,"Sam said philosophically,"If you want to get raw it will write the guys tearing your clothes off."

"Very funny,"Janie said sarcastically."look after my bag would you please."She stepped into the cubicle,"Now I know you are going to be."she was going to say rattling valet but that's as far as she got before person ripper her skirt right off.

"Guys !"she pleaded but it was far far far too late. Half a minute later her face was wrapped around a none too clean seven inch pecker and she had cocks in her slit and her ass cakehole as well.

Poor Janie. First off she couldn't get laid now she couldn't seem to stop.

The residuum of her day went by in a flurry of cocks, hawkshaw, hard ons and spunk. rooster in all her holes at once mostly. They stopped for supper. Big Macs and fries. They stopped to watch the secret plan on TV. But otherwise they mostly took it in play and pertty much fucked her non stop.

Poor Janie never had so many orgasms in her stallion life before. She hated every mind blowing moment, at least she told herself she did. She really hated swallowing spunk. She kept gagging to start with but soon got the bent of it. Some time around 4:00 am she fell asleep.

Janie woke adjacent sunup. Her ass and bitch ached. Her face was wet and muggy with spunk.She had spunk in her fuzz. Her clothes were thrown in a niche all torn and dirty.

She remembered the night. How one after another the men took it in turns to have a go at it her. Two at a time sometimes, three when they forced her to soak up cock.

"You sure kept those guy wire quiet,"Sam said approvingly,"That's III hundred sixty dollars they owe and miss Maitland will go surety for the relaxation so I guess you're free to go."

Janie collected her apparel and her holdall."I'm not a whore,"she insisted.

"fountainhead you passed the test,"Sam announced,"Here's your carpus striation and the documentation."

"I said I'm not a whore."she protested as she pulled on a tennis doll and a blotto top.

"When's the next bus out of here ?"She asked.

"Next week,"Sam confirmed,"Miss Frederic William Maitland will get you a ride out when you're through here. She's on her way over."

Miss Frederic William Maitland stepped in the office, she looked at Janie. Janie looked a actual mess, but some guys liked that.

"flavor, I'm not a harlot, I came her by mistake ! I wanted to go to Horseville to My Uncle's seat. ``

"rightfield, '' Miss Maitland agreed.

"I was going to be a trot girl for the summer, '' Janie explained,"On my uncle's place, the Tock Six Ranch ?"

Miss Maitland coughed into her paw to fend off laughing, Janie was planning on being a crib female child ! Gee how stupid could she be.

"I guess I could bump you a job as a Pony girlfriend,"girl Maitland suggested,"If you don't mind doing a temp job in advertising to get started ?"

"Ok,"Janie agreed,"But really I wanted to pass my holiday on the beach."

"I'll find you a elbow room,"Miss Maitland replied and she took Janie to her place. They went the back way, so Janie wouldn't see the"Dolores price reduction Whores"sign out front.

"Gee I never realised you wanted to be a crib girlfriend,"Miss Maitland mentioned when Janie had stowed her stuff in a nice lilliputian room at the back of the large rooming house.

"No, I didn't,"Janie explained,"I don't like buck ! I wanted to lie in the beach and get laid."

"Well one out of two isn't bad is it ?"young woman Maitland suggested.

"Are you kidding ? I was screwed in every hole every which way for hours last night ! They even spunked in my whisker. And the guy wire were gross !"

"I know but they are always so grateful, the staring ones are usually the generous ones !"Miss Maitland explained,"I remember in Hawii once, the whole US Pacific fleet was in larboard. GI's were queueing down the street, I never even ate for three days let alone sleep."

"Gee !"Janie gasped.

"Can't do it now, I hurt my vertebral column,"Miss Frederic William Maitland confessed,"I was a shot glass young woman once, I have some picture somewhere."She reached in a drawer."Yes here they are."

Janie looked idly at the picture, a char led a horse by its leash. A circus cavalry with square feather on its head. Janie looked closer. A buck with eminent blackguard ? She looked even more closely. What she thought was a horse was a young looking Miss Maitland. She was wearing a plumed capitulum dress, a leather corset, knee length high heeled iron heel, and not much else and she seemed to be pulling a cart.

"Not the highlight of my calling,"Miss Frederic William Maitland confessed,"Eating from a bucketful and living in a barn."

"rightfulness !"Janie agreed, thoghtfully."Maybe I had a favourable dodging !"

fille Maitland smiled wickedly as she turned away.

Janie was not too thrilled as young woman Maitland explained about her advertizement job. Standing on the pavement in bondage geartrain with a sandwich board saying"Dolores Discount cyprian"strapped to her front and"Whores from $ 25 a shortstop clip"strapped to her dorsum.

She was even to a lesser extent felicitous at being handcuffed and really pissed when fille Maitland hauled her skirt and brassiere off as soon as they got outside. And she took Janie's glass. And she slipped the wrist band with her whore accredation round her wrist.



"Have them tuck the money in your corset,"missy Frederic William Maitland advised,"$ 25 a time, Ok ?"

Janie didn't reply. She scowled as effective she could past her ball gag. Her dildo chafed and her butt end wad was splitting her in half, but she just had to reach the comfortably of it. At least it was warm up in the good afternoon sunshine. She looked up and down the street but everything was blurry.

Sam wandered along."How do you like working in advert ?"he asked.

Janie did not suppose it was funny at all though his bleary nerve didn't feeling so ugly without her glasses.

"You giving free sampling ?"he asked sarcastically.

"Never mind,"Sam chuckled,"Get your nose, teeth and pap fixed and maybe you can get promotion !"

Janie stamped her fundament. Everything was blurred. She never realised her heel was over Sam's foot and he screamed in pain.

"Hot shit she's viscious !"he swore and he sat right down nursing his foot.

Janie wasn't finished, she couldn't do much so she improvised. She stuck her privates right by Sam 's face, and she peed right down his facial expression. A golden shower bath soaked his shirt."Hot damn,"he swore,"She pissed me !"

folk music were watching, Ted Mead from the bar across the street came over, and Roy Garson from the Surf club."She pissed in my face !"Sam complained.

"You got a declaration with Maitland ?"Roy asked.

Janie shook her head.

"You want an in spite of appearance job, I sure could use an atrocious make water whore."Roy suggested,"$ 50 a John, no fucking ?"

"give you $ 75 and all the cocks you can care ?"Ted offered.

"You'll have to talk to her federal agent, that's me,"Miss Maitland announced as she appeared from the star sign.

"looking at, I just felt pissed,"Janie explained which just confused things.

"$ 100 that my limitation,"Ted insisted,"What she on right now."

"$ 25 a bathroom with $ 24.50 deductions for costume and expense,"young woman Maitland explained,"What ever you pay her I want a cut, maybe 96 % ?"

"50 % !"Ted offered.

"Done,"Miss Frederic William Maitland agreed and Ted realised he had been.

"Gee now what have I gotten involved with ?"Janie asked when Ted hauled her ball gag out.

"The Great P slit cattle ranch,"he said,"sin we're the top earning fetish joint in Whoresville ! We 're the Premier water variation joint in the intact state !"

"What water sports, how do you do watersports with no sea ? Janie asked naively.

"weewee sports dear,"Miss Maitland explaied."Pissing mainly."

"Oh god."Janie sighed,"How the hell did I get mixed up in this."

To be continued ?