I could barely keep my eyes open as he began to explain how the night would go. He told me that I was now a prostitute and he would be pimping me out for the next 18 hours (until checkout the next day) and that as long as I played along and didn’t resist that he would make sure I didn’t get harmed and he would release me (so he wouldn’t have to worry about a missing persons search).
If at any point I said no or tried to escape he would make sure that I would awaken to find that all my belongings had been abandoned at the motel and that my ankle was chained to a metal bed in some unknown location where I would live out the rest of my life as a sex slave in his brothel. He could tell I looked ill and pulled up the trash can and lowered my gag just in time for me to throw up into it. My head was spinning and I kept hearing my phone go off. I couldn’t focus on anything as it all moved and shifted around in front of me.
I felt flesh rubbing between my lips and opened my mouth. He slapped me gently and told me to open my eyes and look up at him. He was taking pictures as he fucked my face and wanted to see me clearly. My years of training kicked in and without thinking twice I started slurping and sucking his dick down to his balls. I felt him tense up as his cum started pumping down my throat.
He said “That’s my good little whore, are you ready for more?” I replied “yes”. He undid my handcuffs and stepped to the side. There were 3 other men already in the room stroking their cocks as they stood next to the table which now had a small pile of cash on it. My pimp handed them all condoms and they proceeded to fuck me. For the next 18 hours a steady stream of men came one after another until it became nothing more than a blur of different faces grunting as they hovered over me as I passed in and out of consciousness. I was so out of it that as checkout time the next day neared I couldn’t even remember how I had gotten there or how long it had been going on. I was convinced that I had been abducted into sex trafficking somehow that I couldn’t remember and that this was my life now.
In the end the stranger got me dressed, helped me out to my car and then disappeared. I sat there for a while trying to piece together what had happened. Had it been a dream? No. My jaw, pussy and asshole all ached. I couldn’t remember what the stranger looked like and could only visualize flashes of different faces. I could run into any of those men again and wouldn’t even be able to recognize them.
I searched my pockets for clues. I had my wallet which was good but everything was out of order, my drivers license was in the main pocket instead of it’s slot. He had looked through it. I had to decide if I wanted to report it, try to find out who the guy was through his email… The email! I pulled out my phone and checked for his email. There was a new email from him with the subject “shhh”. I opened it. There was no text, just a picture of my license and a picture of the front of my house that looked as though it had been taken that morning.
Below that were dozens of pictures of me fucking different men. There were pictures of me sucking one guys dick while a second fucked me from behind. Then at the bottom I saw the worst part. There were pictures of me spread eagle holding my drivers license as well as pictures of me sucking a dick with no condom on it (must have been the strangers) while he held up my license.
Just then I received a new text message from an unknown number… It just asked where and how much. Shit. The escort ad must still be up. Luckily when I opened my browser it was still on the site signed in (it said it had already been viewed over 500 times) so I switched the ad to private. I looked through my text messages and found dozens since the last night all of which “I” had replied to with the hotel and room number as well as “$100”. He had made over $2000 in one night.
I couldn’t call the police and risk being all over the news… or even worse, they probably would arrest me for prostitution. Other than my word (which wasn’t worth much since I had drugs in my system and couldn’t remember what happened) all the evidence pointed to me having done it all on my own. I had booked and payed for the motel room, “I” had set up the escort ad from my phone (which was verified with my ID and had naked pictures), I had sex with dozens of men in one night without resisting and as far as they knew I appeared to be a real prostitute. Even in the pictures I looked like a willing participant. He had won. He had got me. I just had to thank god they all wore condoms (I hope), take it as a learning experience, and move on with my life. I continued to get messages from the men that already had my number for the next several weeks asking for another appointment but they slowed and eventually stopped.
A few weeks later my husband was going out of town again and I debated what I wanted to do while he was gone. I still have the phone numbers from all the men that saw me that night and the login info for the escort site was saved in my phone. What the hell was I going to do? If I put my escort ad back up and went to the motel again, I would be going there knowing that I was going to charge dozens of men for sex. There would be no going back. If I went through with it, it would mean that I actually really was a hooker. I started to feel nauseous as I contemplated what my options were and what I should do. I didn’t need the money and didn’t want to risk being arrested.
That’s when it came to me. I booked the room and changed my escort ad to have better pictures and remove any mention of price and then reposted it. As I waited in the motel room and the messages started rolling in, I replied with the motel, room number, and “no fee”.
This time I was completely sober and set up a camera to record the nights activities. I had sex with 17 strangers that night and it was great (actually 2 of them were repeat customers but I didn’t recognise them). I have done this several times now whenever I get the chance and it’s great because I don’t have to chat like on the dating apps… Just set up the appointments and show up.