The Girl – Stories: Mission 11

Lilly stood in the main room of the brothel. This was the place the clients entered through, and ***********ed the girls they wanted. Lilly, as a new arrival, was ordered to keep to the back of the room. It didn’t mean she was less frequently picked, as the regulars knew the setup. Some of them knew the girls they liked, and always went with them, but some, especially the more kinky ones, liked to sample the new merchandise.

Lilly was kept well and truly used. She knew non of the men would even blink an eye if they would learn some of the girls they were using as cum dumps, were kidnapped, and brought in a truck like livestock. Most of them even enjoy a bit of struggle. Lilly was kind of thankful for that. True to her orders, Lilly was going to satisfy any man who wants her, and her eagerness to please, could blow her cover. The clients who liked to force themselves on a girl, were easier, as she could indulge in their kinks, and keep her cover at the same time.

It’s weird, the things her twisted mind was thankful for.

Lilly’s train of thoughts was interrupted by some hushed voiced coming from the direction of the big burly lady managing the brothel.

— “Please, miss. I don’t have much.” — said a man in a wheelchair in Spanish, clearly distressed.

— “For this amount, I wouldn’t give you a handjob.” — the lady said. At least that what Lilly could understand from her Spanish.

As she saw one of her handlers, Jose, approaching, Lilly said in a distressed voice:

— “Please, sir. Please don’t make me go with the filthy cripple.” — she begged — “Anything but this.”

The man did not immediately understand, but after looking around and noticing the man on the wheelchair, a evil grin came over his face.

— “Hey, you.” — he said in Spanish to the disabled man — “You like young girls?” — he asked, grabbing Lilly by the arm, and showing her, like a piece of meat.

The man looked at her body with lust, but at the same time, Lilly felt that he looked hurt.

— “He doesn’t have …” — the brothel lady started to say, but was quickly cut of by the man holding Lilly.

— “She’s on the house, old man.” — Jose said to the man in the wheelchair.

— “Thank you.” — said the man. It wasn’t an offer one would refuse.

Jose dragged struggling Lilly by the arm, into one of the corridors, and the wheelchair man followed.

— “Please don’t make me, sir.” — Lilly begged — “Not with him.”

— “You watch your mouth, slut.” — warned her Jose, yanking her painfully

As they came up to a vacant room, Jose threw her inside, making her fall onto the ground.

— “Behave, little one.” — he said to her smiling — “If she gives you any trouble, just say, I’ll be nearby.” — Jose said in Spanish to the man in the wheelchair as he entered the room. — “Have fun.” — he finished closing the door.

Lilly gathered herself from the ground.

— “That worked even better than I thought.”

— “I understand English, you know.” — said the disabled man in a somber tone, his fists tightened.

Lilly first did not understand why he sounded mad, but then realized he heard her call him a cripple.

— “You don’t have to do anything.” — he said, releasing the tension in his fists — “I won’t tell them.”

Lilly looked at him, but he averted his eyes.

— “Sir. Will you keep a secret, sir?” — she asked.

— “I already said I will not tell them.” — he responded, still not looking at her — “We can just wait a bit here.”

— “I didn’t mean that.” — she said — “You see.” — she lifted herself to her knees, and approached him kneeling — “I wanted to serve you, sir.”

The man looked at her, and saw sincerity in her eyes.

— “The man outside,” — she said motioning at the door — “Jose, he likes to force me to do things I don’t like.” — she explained — “So I sometimes pretend not to like something.”

— “Like cripples?” — asked the man. He was clearly hurt by her words, even if they were spoken in a plot to trick the guard.

— “Like, one strong, handsome looking man,” — she said — “who’s muscular arms, and square jaw,” — she continued trailing her finger along his unshaven face — “make this whore’s cunt dripping wet.”

— “Don’t lie to me.” — the man said, averting his gaze — “I don’t want your pity.”

— “You don’t have to believe anything that comes from this worthless mouth, sir. It’s only good for sucking cock.” — she said, while standing up, and spreading her legs — “You can check for yourself.” — she lifted her skirt.

The man looked at her. She had her head turned, to not look at him. Her legs were spread, and her short skirt lifted, exposing white cotton panties tightly wrapped around her crotch.

He could clearly see, the fabric was soaked. Nevertheless, his hand ventured between her legs, and a thick finger shoved her panties slightly aside, and moved back and forth along her slit, making Lilly moan.

As he withdrew his hand from between her legs, a long line of thick slime extended between her crotch, and his finger.

— “Does this answer the question?” — she said bending and taking his finger into her mouth.

Lilly licked, and bobbed her head on his thick, working man’s finger, like she would be giving it a blow job.