A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.5) by ILikeMyStories
Emmy continues her flirtation with prostitution. , DISCLAIMER: If you are offended by any of the tags, please do not read further. This story contains sensitive themes which may be triggering to certain individuals.
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CHAPTER FIVE
“How much for a blowjob?” Reads the email. Emmy looks down at her phone, unsure of how to respond. She curls up on the couch, holding her phone against her bent knees, her left index finger between her teeth as she anxiously contemplates.
“Do you wanna play?” Her brother Danny asks as he looks back from the floor and hands her a controller to his video game system.
“Not right now.” Emmy replies despondently. Her brother looks a bit disappointed.
“I’ll play, buddy.” Ray says as he enters his living room from the kitchen.
Emmy settles on a response. She begins to write back to the stranger who inquired about her ad on the escorts section of an adult personals site. “Make an offer.” She replies. Since posting her ad she has gotten many potential buyers, but she’s been too apprehensive and nervous to respond.
A moment passes. “Can I call you?” The stranger responds back. Emmy’s hand shakes slightly and her blood runs cold with nervousness and excitement. All week she has been anxious about selling herself to strange men. She feels scared. She bites her lip a little, thinking about the possibility of something happening to her. At least with Mr. Butler she knew him. She takes a moment and ultimately decides to email him her number.
“Yeah! Ha ha!” Danny shouts.
“You got me.” Ray sighs playfully. He can hear the faint vibrating of a phone. He looks back and sees his daughter Emmy leaving down the hall. Since she arrived he has noticed that she seems distracted and anxious.
Emmy enters Ray’s small bathroom, pacing nervously as she awaits the call. Her phone vibrates, she looks down and sees an unknown number. She takes a deep breath. “Hi.” She answers meekly.
“Hello? I’m the guy answering your ad.” His voice responds.
“Yeah… Hi.” She says awkwardly.
“So, how much?” He asks abruptly.
“Umm… I don’t know.” She answers with her index finger back between her teeth.
“Well,” the man chuckles, “usually rates are listed.”
“I-I know, I’m sorry.” She stammers a bit, feeling the butterflies in her stomach.
“You’re new to this, aren’t you? Your ad doesn’t look like the other ones.”
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t done this before.” She says casually in a lighthearted tone, feeling a bit embarrassed. She isn’t familiar with the terminology or the process in general.
“Ha ha, that’s all right. I like your picture. You look hot. Are you legit? I don’t want to waste my time.”
“Yeah… I’m for real.”
“You sound nervous.”
She nervously giggles a bit. “I am.”
“Understandable. You don’t know me. But I don’t know you either.” A moment of awkward silence passes. “So how much?”
Emmy thinks for a moment, unsure of what to say. She wants to make the most money but her submissive and meek nature makes her feel uncomfortable about it. Outside, Ray quietly sneaks up to the door and presses his ear against it.
“Well?” He sounds a little agitated.
“Eighty.” She blurts out.
“Fifty.” He responds confidently.
“Uh… Sure.” She replies passively.
“It’s only going to be quick. We’re going to do it in my car. I’m nervous about this, too. I have a family. You get in, suck my dick, leave. That’s it.”
Emmy leans against the door, feeling more and more excited and turned on. She can’t help it. Her sexual nature keeps clouding her judgment. “OK.” She says quietly. Ray is on the other side of the door, curiously pondering who she’s talking to and what she’s talking about. He can only partially make any of it out and assumes it’s just one of her friends. He does wonder, though, why she has to be so secretive about it.
“Where can I pick you up?” The man asks.
“Um… On the corner of Alexandria and Columbia.” Emmy figures that she could have him pick her up just down the street from her father’s place.
“Near the convenience store there?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“I’ll pick you up at nine, is that good? I’ll be driving a dark blue minivan.”
“OK.” Emmy answers, her hand shaking a little.
“Don’t flake out on me.” The man says playfully.
“I won’t.” Emmy forces a playful giggle.
“Oh, and you’re gonna swallow right?” He asks.
“Yeah… I’ll swallow.” Emmy answers quietly.
“Good. See you then.” The man hangs up.
Emmy turns to stare into the mirror, taking a deep breath. On the other side of the door, Ray leaves quietly back down the hall, having been unable to decipher most of what Emmy was saying. Emmy enters deep contemplation, thinking hard about actually going through with it. She ignored all the other inquiries she’s gotten throughout the week but something about this one really turns on her dirty side. As usual she feels deeply conflicted about her decisions but ultimately she can’t help but be a submissive, horny slut. It turns her on too much. She loves pleasing men. She also thinks about the long term goal of earning enough cash to get out of her situation. She finds herself backed against the wall with her hand down her pink pajama pants, fingering herself as she squirms and quietly moans. She thinks about her past experiences, with Keith, with Tyler, with Mr. Butler, and her friend’s father Brian, and it sends her into a euphoric, perverted trance. She breathes harder, feeling her pussy tingle, the waves of arousal shooting through her body as she fingers herself. Her mind swirls with memories of pleasure, pain, abuse, fear, satisfaction, the desire to be controlled and used by a dominant older man. She squirms as she plays with herself faster and harder, her free hand rubbing her tits. Her stiffened nipples poke through her tight tank top. She snaps out of her trance and stares into the mirror. The familiar guilt washes over her. She takes a final deep breath before shaking it off and splashing her face with cold water.
She rejoins her father and brother in the living room, sitting back down on the couch. “Play with meee.” Her brother pleads as he looks back, holding a controller up to her.
“Fine.” Emmy sighs. She and her brother play his video game while she keeps an eye on the clock, feeling eager and excited.
Through the next few minutes of inane banter between she and her brother and small talk between father and daughter, Ray decides to prod Emmy about her despondent mood. “You seem tense lately, Em. Something bothering you?” He asks casually.