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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Cyn Turns Pro
Part: 02
Summary: Cyn reports for her second day as a whore at 
the theater. 
Keywords: M+g, oral, anal

Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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children, don't read it.
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it.
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don't read it.
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story, don't read it.

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Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
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This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

Cyn Turns Pro
Part 02

By
Norm DePloom

Cyn left the Manager's office/storage room feeling both loved and abused.
She went back into the women's restroom to collect the forty dollars she
had managed to hide in the trash can.  It wasn't there.  Cyn wept as she
dug through the wet and soiled paper towels looking for the one that had
her money folded up in it.  Giving up her search, Cyn collapsed onto the
floor and held her head in her hands while she cried.  She knew, without
being told, that the counter girls had taken the money.  Between all the
people who expected a share of her earnings, and the 'Junior Whore Uniform'
that she was sure the Manager was over charging her for, Cyn was going to
leave the theater with less money than she had when she walked through the
door after school.  She had sucked all those cocks, swallowed all that cum,
for nothing.  After a few minutes, Cyn wiped her eyes, climbed to her feet,
and left the restroom.  Cyn tried to ignore the smirks of the two counter
girls as she walked across the lobby to the door.

   "See you tomorrow, whore," she heard the shorter of the two girls behind
the counter say as the door swung shut behind her.  As she walked home, Cyn
wondered how she was ever going to make any money if everyone she ran into
kept taking it from her.  By the time she got home Cyn had decided that
paying the counter girls was just going to far, she was determined to stand
up to them the next day.  Cyn's mom was still at work, so she fixed herself
a peanut butter and honey sandwich and sat down in front of the TV.  While
she ate, Cyn spread her legs and gently ran her finger up and down her
pussy lips as she tried to imagine what it was going to feel like to have
these men forcing their cocks into her instead of their fingers.  After
finishing the sandwich, Cyn went into her mother's bedroom, took her
mother's vibrator from the bedside table and, laying down on her mother's
bed, spread her legs wide and ran the narrow rounded end of the vibrator
over her cunt.

   Cyn had known for a long time that her mother had a vibrator and what it
was used for, but she had never used it herself.  She was surprised to
discover that using her mother's vibrator filled her with more guilt than
she had felt sucking on men's cocks in the last row of the theater.  The
narrow part of the white plastic vibrator seemed to slip naturally and
easily between Cyn's pussy lips and, as she pictured herself being fucked
by one of the men who's cock she had sucked that evening while the rest of
them watched, the vibrator sank ever deeper inside her body.  As it slipped
fully inside her, Cyn wondered if her mother ever sucked on men's cocks, or
got fucked.  She knew, of course, that she wouldn't have existed if her
mother hadn't fucked her father, but Cyn wondered if her mother was fucking
somebody now.  Somebody Cyn wasn't aware of.  Did her mom sneak into a
closet at her job and fuck one of her coworkers?  Or get down on her knees
and suck on his cock?

   Moving the vibrator in and out of her pussy while she imagined her
mother spreading her legs and getting fucked by one of Cyn's 'customers'
made Cyn feel incredibly guilty and incredibly excited.  She came twice
before she pulled the vibrator from her crotch just in time to wipe it off
in the bed sheets then quickly stuff it back into the drawer as her mother
walked into the apartment.  Cyn dashed into the bathroom, sat on the toilet
and was wiping the vaginal discharge from her crotch when her mother came
into the room.

   "Hurry up, Cynthia," she said, obviously in some distress, "I've got to
go." Cyn reached behind herself and flushed the toiled before she stood up
and let her skirt drop down and cover her crotch.  Cyn's mom hiked up her
skirt, pulled down her panties, and sat on the toilet as soon as her
daughter vacated the seat.  Even though Cyn's mom had always been casual
about bathroom use around her daughter, Cyn still found it a little
embarrassing hearing her mother urinate.  It was even worse tonight since
she had just finished fucking herself while she imagined her mother
servicing one of the men at the theater.  Even though she knew she never
would, Cyn was tempted to ask her mother if she liked to suck cocks.

   "God, I thought I was going to piss my pants on the subway." Cyn left
her mother sitting on the toilet and wondered into her bedroom.  She sat
cross legged in the middle of the floor and pretended to read her history
book while she obsessed over the image in her mind of her mother fucking a
man and sucking his cock in a small closet while their fellow workers
walked by outside the door.

   When Cyn arrived at the theater the next day the woman in the ticket
booth made her buy two tickets again then, as soon as she was inside the
lobby the candy counter girls approached her.  Cyn took a couple of steps
back as the drew closer.

   "From now on," the smaller of the two girls said, "you have to pay us
each twenty dollars every day you work."

   "I wont do it," Cyn crossed her arms and stood her ground, "why should
I?"

   "Because if you don't, we will tell HIM that we caught you sucking cock
out in the alley." Both girls smiled as Cyn's face turned white, she knew
what the manager would do if he thought she was trying to keep money from
him.  "And he'll beat the crap out of you and take all your money away from
you." The girl continued as they stepped in front of Cyn.

   "What do you have down there," the taller girl asked lifting Cyn's
skirt, "that men are willing to pay for it?"

   "Let's take her into the store room and see for ourselves what she's got
under her skirt." The shorter one suggested.  Giggling, the two girls
grabbed Cyn and forced her into the same office/storeroom where Cyn had
sucked the cocks of the manager and the police officers.

   "Strip," the shorter girl ordered as soon as the door closed behind
them, "strip naked or we will rip your clothes from you skinny little
body." Despite her experience sucking cocks and having her orifices probed
by male fingers, Cyn was quite shocked that other females would be
interested in looking at her naked body.  Having no doubt that her
tormentors would follow through on their threat to rip her clothes, Cyn
pulled her shirt off over her head, then pushed her skirt down her legs and
stepped out of it.

   "What makes you think any man would pay to play with these pathetic
little wanna-be tits?" The shorter girl asked as she grasped each of Cyn's
nipples between a thumb and finger and pinched them ferociously while
twisting them in opposite directions.  Cyn winced, but was determined not
to cry out.  To her great surprise, Cyn's pussy became wet from having her
nipples abused.

   "She must be really good with her tongue," the taller girl said,
"they're obviously not paying for her skinny little hairless body." Using
Cyn's nipples, the shorter girl pulled her over to the desk.

   "Let's find out," she said as she released Cyn's throbbing nipples and,
sitting on the edge of the desk, pulled her skirt up and spread her legs
revealing a moist cunt surrounded by a lush growth of pubic hair.  "Lick my
cunt, whore," she commanded as the taller girl put her hand on the back of
Cyn's head and pushed Cyn's face down into the other girl's wide open
crotch.

   "We want to know if you can eat pussy as good as you suck cock," as she
spoke the taller girl pushed her hand between Cyn's legs and fingered her
cunt just like her male customers had done.  "She must have liked it when
you twisted her nipples," the girl said to her friend as two of her fingers
slipped easily into Cyn's wet pussy, "her cunt is wet and ready to fuck."
Cyn could feel her face burning with humiliation.  The girl who's pussy she
was licking placed a hand on each side of her face so she could guide Cyn's
tongue to her most sensitive areas.  With two fingers deep in Cyn's cunt,
the other girl pushed a finger from her other hand into Cyn's ass.  Cyn
wondered what she had gotten herself into, whether they were giving her
money, or taking it away from her, everybody at this theater wanted to fuck
and abuse her body every time she saw them.  The girl on the desk held
Cyn's head more firmly in her crotch as she moaned loudly and fucked her
cunt against Cyn's face.

   As soon as the shorter of the candy counter girls finished cuming on
Cyn's face, the taller girl took her place and pulled Cyn's mouth tight
against her cunt.  While the two girls could have been a bit more diligent
with their vaginal hygiene, Cyn found the pungent smell and taste of their
pussies not unpleasant and even a bit stimulating.  If she had the choice,
Cyn would definitely prefer tonguing their cunts to giving them money. 
After they both came, the two candy counter girls put Cyn up on the desk
and, pushing her legs wide, took turns licking her cunt until she orgasmed.


   "Don't forget the money," the shorter girl said as they smoothed the
front of their skirts and left the room, leaving Cyn laying on the desk
naked and with her legs spread wide.  Only after they left did Cyn realize
that she did not have the foggiest idea what their names were.  But then
she didn't have the foggiest idea what the names were of any of the men
whose cocks she had sucked and whose cum she had swallowed.  The same was
true of the manager and the vice officers, she'd sucked their cocks, she'd
swallowed their cums and she had no idea of what their names might be.

   As Cyn put her shirt and skirt back on the full import of what was
happening to her landed on her shoulders like a ton of concrete.  She was
being whored out to a group of men; of them, those who were not old enough
to be her father, were old enough to be her grandfather, and she did not
know any of their names.  Before her life had been taken over by the
Manager, Cyn had always known the names of the boys who paid her to suck
their cocks.  Tonight they were going to be bidding for the right to be the
first one to fuck her, and she was sure that when they were all done and
she was walking home with their sperm oozing from her pussy, she still
would not know their names.  All of this she was doing for a man who had
already demonstrated the ability to be cruel if he was disobeyed, and who
she knew only as the Manager.  The fact that she was rapidly loosing
control of her life and moving closer to being this mans total slave did
not escape Cyn.  She was on the verge of bolting from the room, running
home, and hoping this man would never find her when the door opened.  The
Manager and the two vice officers stepped into the room.

   "There you are," the manager said, "take off your clothes." While Cyn
took off the clothes she'd just put on, the two officers settled into the
same chairs they had occupied the day before.  There was no need for
psychic powers for Cyn to know that she would soon have hard cock in her
mouth.

   "From now on," the Manager said, as all three of them watched her strip,
"if I'm not here when you arrive, you come into my office, strip, and wait
naked for me to get here." The air conditioner came on and sent a blast of
icy air over Cyn's naked body, causing her nipples and areolas to crinkle
and become erect as she laid her clothes on the desk.

   "And whenever you approach me, unless I tell you other wise, the first
thing you will do is get down on your knees and suck my cock." The three
men waited, and watched, until Cyn realized what they were waiting for and,
getting down on her knees, unzipped the Manager's fly, pulled his cock out
of his trousers, and sucked it into her mouth.  Having just had her tongue
in two wet pussies, Cyn recognized the taste of dried cunt secretions and
dried male cum on the Manager's rapidly growing cock.  The three men
continued to talk about their plans for making money with Cyn's
twelve-yearold body while she worked her mouth up and down the hard shaft
that was protruding from the Manager's fly.

   As soon as she had swallowed the Manager's cum and put his softening
cock back inside his trousers, a grunt from one of the vice officers
indicated his desire to be fellated next.  Cyn walked on her knees across
the cement floor then, after unzipping the officer's zipper pulled his cock
from his fly and took it into her mouth.  Cyn tasted the same combination
of vaginal secretions and dried sperm on this cock that she had tasted on
the Manager's.  As the officer stretched his legs out on either side of her
body, grabbed her by the hair, and thrust his already hard cock deep into
Cyn's throat, she came to the realization that all three of these men must
have taken turns fucking the same female.  She was equally sure that
tomorrow they would be taking turns fucking her.  While she worked her
tongue over the underside of the hard dick that was fucking through her
mouth and into her throat, the men's conversation turned to distribution
channels for her 'first fuck' video.  As she swallowed the vice officer's
cum, Cyn imagined what she'd look like getting fucked on the big screen.

   The second officer already had his cock out of his pants and was
stroking it in anticipation when the first officer pulled his spent dick
from her throat.  As she expected the second officer tasted of the same
sperm/vaginal secretion mixture as the first two.  This one was more
passive, leaning back and making Cyn do all the work.  He moaned softly,
and contributed considerably less to their planning for the exploitation of
Cyn's body as she stroked the base of his cock with one hand, massaged his
balls with the other, and worked his cockhead with her wet, cum coated,
mouth and tongue.

   "She sure can suck cock good for a twelve-year-old." Cyn heard the
Manager's comment just as the second officer made his contribution to the
layer of sperm coating the inside of her mouth and, distinctly remembering
her claim to being fourteen, wondered how the man had discovered the truth.
The fact that he had exponentially increased the air of sinister power that
seemed to radiate from him.  Once all three men had emptied themselves into
Cyn's ever compliant mouth, the two officers straightened their clothes
and, saying good bye to the Manager while they ignored the naked girl on
the floor who had just had them in her mouth, left the office.  As soon as
the door closed the Manager tossed Cyn's 'whore uniform' to her without
even looking up from the papers he was reading on his desk.

   "Time for you to go suck some cock."

   "Can I ask you a question?" Cyn asked with a nervous tremor in her voice
as she picked up the tight blouse and skirt and pulled them on.

   "What?"

   "The two girls at the candy counter say I have to give them twenty
dollars each every day," Cindy said in a rush after a brief hesitation.

   "Tell Monica and Beth Anne that if they want extra money they can turn
tricks just like you do."

   "They said that if I didn't give them money they would tell you that
they saw me sucking cocks in the alley and that you would beat me and take
all of my money away from me." The Manager's attention was pulled away from
the papers on his desk.

   "If I ever catch you sucking cocks, or fucking anywhere or anytime I
haven't told you to I will very definitely beat the crap out of you and
take all your money." The Manager paused seeming to enjoy the expression of
fear on Cyn's face while he considered what to do, then he turned and,
opening the doors on a cabinet behind the desk revealing a television and
recording equipment, turned on the monitor.  The screen divided into
several squares, each one showing a different view.

   "That," the Manager said indicating one of the scenes by taping the
screen, "is the alley." The implications were clear to Cyn; the candy
counter bitches did not know there were security cameras (Cyn found herself
watching the lower right hand square which displayed the two girls behind
the candy counter); one of the cameras was aimed at the seats where she did
her 'work'; and, it was likely that she would be risking both her earnings
and her well being if she tried to cheat the Manager again.  The Manager
closed the doors, covering the TV, then walked across the room and opened
to door into the lobby.

   "Get your asses in here," he demanded, speaking to the girls behind the
candy counter.  The two candy counter girls entered the room with terrified
looks on their faces as they glared daggers at Cyn.  Cyn found the prospect
of them getting punished exhilarating, she stepped back against the shelves
lining the back wall and watched.

   "What the hell do you two bitches think you are doing?" The two girls
did their best to look innocent.  "If you want more money you can get down
on your knees and suck cock just like Cynthia.  You two fucked my whore,"
the Manager said, giving the two candy counter girls a stern look, "and
you're going to have to pay for it, Cyn doesn't fuck for free." Cyn
wondered how he had figured that out while she watched the two girls
exchanging nervous glances.

   "Both of you lift your skirts and bend over my desk." The two girls wept
and trembled as they pulled up their skirts and bent over the desk.  The
Manager unbuckled his wide, heavy, leather belt then slipped it from the
belt loops on his pants.

   "I'm going to allot each of you twenty blows from my belt." The candy
counter girls obviously knew it would only make matters worse if they
begged, but their fear of the Manager was apparent in their trembling,
sobbing bodies.  First the taller girl, then the shorter one wept, moaned,
and sobbed piteously as they received their punishment.  Their fannies and
the backs of their thighs were glowing bright red by the time the manager
returned his belt to its proper place.  The two girls remained bent over
the desk waiting for permission to stand up and lower their skirts.  The
Manager picked up his camera and took pictures of their red asses.

   "Stand up and turn around." With red eyes and tear streaked faces the
two candy counter girls gently rubbed their abused butts while they waited
to find out what was coming next.

   "You will go back to work now.  When Cyn is finished fucking all the men
who want to use her cunt tonight the two of you will lick her pussy clean
before she goes home." Much subdued the two girls went back to their
station behind the candy counter.

   "Now, you," the Manager turned to face Cyn, "get your ass into the
theater and suck some cock." Cyn scurried out of the storeroom/office and
stuck her tongue out at the two girls behind the candy counter before she
pushed the door open and walked into the auditorium.  Watching those two
bitches getting their fannies tanned by the Manager had left Cyn with a
warm glow in the pit of her stomach and between her legs.  She settled into
'her' seat in the last row and watched the trailers as she waited for her
first customer.  The movie started before anyone sat down beside her. 
Unlike previous days it was quickly apparent that the movie playing today
was pornographic.  Cyn watched with considerable interest as the first sex
scene developed on the screen.  The cock sucking and cunt licking were
familiar to her but she paid particular attention to the vaginal
penetration.

   "You like that?" The gruff voice startled Cyn, she had been mesmerized
by the sight of a huge cock entering an equally huge, wet cunt on the
screen that she had not even realized that a person had occupied the seat
next to her.  For the next two hours Cyn heard, more than saw, porno movies
while she sucked cocks and made her pussy and ass available for examination
at the back of the theater.  During one break she did manage to witness an
anal penetration which the actress on the screen seemed to enjoy just as
much as she had enjoyed the vaginal penetration that preceded it.  Cyn
found this believable since she had come to enjoy the fingers exploring her
ass just as much as she enjoyed the fingers exploring her cunt.  In truth,
for Cyn, the enjoyment of a finger in either orifice was a product of the
anticipation of the money she knew she would be paid for allowing it.  Cyn
made no attempt to keep track of how many cocks she sucked, or how many
fingers probed her cunt and ass.  Whenever she looked around the theater
Cyn only saw male faced reflecting the flickering light being reflected
from the projected fuck scenes on the screen.  Cyn was free of customers to
watch the final scene.  One naked female with a cock in every hole and one
in each hand while a couple of other men masturbated and showered her
breasts with their cum.

   "To the office, whore," the taller candy counter girl ordered, then
turned and left the auditorium just as the lights came up.  Cyn gathered up
her tips and, without bothering to pull down either her skirt or her top,
walked across the lobby to the storeroom/office.

   "That's all my tips," Cyn informed the Manager, dropping the crumpled
bills onto his desk.

   "Good, you learn fast, I really hate working with a stupid whore." Cyn
walked around the desk, knelt in front of the Manager and, after unzipping
his trousers, pulled his cock out through the fly and sucked it into her
mouth.

   "Very good," the Manager said stroking her hair as she sucked on his
dick.  The Manager absent mindedly played with one of her nipples while he
continued reading papers on his desk.  He came with no warning and,
seemingly, without even being aware of it.  Cyn swallowed his cum, pushed
his softening cock back inside his fly, then zipped up his pants.  Not
knowing what to do next, Cyn sat back on her ankles and waited.

   "Get naked and follow me," the Manager finally said as he stood up and,
stepping around the kneeling pre-teen whore, walked towards the door.  Cyn
pulled off the two pieces of clothing she had been wearing and hurried
after the Manager.  Back through the lobby wasn't too bad, only the candy
counter girls were there, but the long walk down the center isle of the
theater, with the lights on and every male in the auditorium looking at her
naked body brought on some serious feelings of humiliation and
embarrassment.  The screen was now covered by a curtain and on the narrow
stage in front of the curtain Cyn saw a dirty old mattress and an equally
ratty overstuffed arm chair.  Three tripods were set up with video cameras
on each one.  Cyn followed the Manager up onto the stage and had to
struggle not to cover her nipples or her crotch with her hands.  The
Manager positioned Cyn on the chair with her legs hanging over the arms and
her almost hairless cunt on display for the men in the audience.

   "Masturbate," he ordered then stood beside her and waited.  With a
bright red face, and her legs spread wide Cyn worked her clitoris with one
hand while she slipped fingers in and out of her pussy with the other. 
Despite the embarrassment Cyn could not stop herself from looking at the
faces of the men who were approaching the front edge of the stage and
standing just a couple of feet from her naked cunt.  Not unsurprisingly non
of the men seemed to be interested in looking at Cyn's face.

   "Alright, gentlemen," the Manager addressed the crowd gathering to look
at the young naked whore, "this is what you get to buy." Cyn doubted that
there was a single 'gentleman' in the theater.  Cyn was fascinated by the
amount of lubrication her pussy was producing.  Her clitoris seemed to be
even more sensitive than usual and she could already feel the discharge
from her cunt dampening the cushion of the chair under her fanny.  In the
silence that followed the Manager's announcement Cyn, and the men closest
to her, could hear the slurpy, sucking sounds as her fingers fucked in and
out of her overly wet pussy.  Cyn could feel the lust and desire of the men
gathering in front of her.  Much to her astonishment Cyn realized that she
was getting more excited knowing that these men cared nothing for her, that
their only interest was in using the holes in her body to make themselves
cum.  Knowing that these men would pay more if she gave them a good show,
Cyn continued to work her clitoris with one hand and moved her other hand
further down and pushed one of her lubricated fingers into her tight ass.

   "God, you see how wet the whore is?" One of the men asked nobody in
general.

   "Look at her fucking her asshole with that finger."

   "I can smell her cunt all the way back here." A man in the back of the
crowed observed.

   "This whore is so horny she should pay us to fuck her."

   Cyn came, rocking her hips, humping her ass on her left hand and her
clitoris on her right hand while her cunt muscles contracted rhythmically.
Each contraction of her pussy sent a wave of her natural lubricant flowing
out of the bottom of her slit.  A virtual river of cunt juice ran down
across her ass keeping her finger lubricated as it fucked in and out of her
crinkled brown anus.  Cyn moaned loudly and the men watching her applauded.


   "What's the first bid?" The Manager asked.  Cyn continued to moan and
groan, enhanced for the show but not faked, as the men bid against each
other for the right to be the first one to slip his cock into her wet,
virgin, cunt.

   "Come on men," the Manager exhorted as the bidding slowed, "how often do
you get to fuck a virgin twelveyear-old pussy?" That's all I am to any of
them, Cyn thought, just a pussy they can fuck.

   "Hurry up," Cyn moaned as she tugged on her swollen clitoris, "I need to
be fucked." Another round of bidding brought the purchase price for Cyn's
virgin cunt to just above one thousand dollars.  Her knees had been up on
the arms of the chair, displaying her cunt, for so long that she had
trouble walking and had to be helped by the Manager as she moved from the
chair to the dirty old mattress on which she would be fucked for the first
time, or more likely the first forty or fifty times.

   The rest of the men gathered around the mattress as the high bidder
stripped then knelt between Cyn's legs.  Cyn propped herself up on her
elbows so she could watch as the man's hard cock entered her body.  Cyn
honestly could not say whether her excitement came from the knowledge that
she was about to be fucked for the first time, or from the knowledge of how
much money she was going to be paid to be fucked for the first time.  As
she watched, with more that a little excitement mixed with curiosity, the
man held his hard cock at its base and rubbed the head up and down over her
wet, slippery cunt.  God, Cyn wanted to scream, just put it in already. 
She felt her pussy lips separate, then begin to stretch as the man's cock
head pushed into her.

   "Oh, god, it feels so big," Cyn moaned.

   "Just wait until it's my turn," a voice from the back said, "I'll show
you big."

   "Oh, god," Cyn moaned again, she knew by instinct what these men wanted
to hear from the whore they were fucking, "it feels like it's ripping me
open." The man pulled part way out, then forced the rest of his cock into
the naked twelve-year-old virgin whore laying under him.  The man pulled
his cock almost all the way out and thrust it back in again, then Cyn felt
it twitching inside her as he anointed her vaginal walls with his sperm. 
The look on his face was a combination of wonder and disappointment.  As he
pulled his spent cock from Cyn's pussy the other men lined up for their
turns to fuck the whore.

   The novelty of having a hard cock fucking her cunt soon wore off and it
quickly became, like blow jobs, a job.  Not that Cyn didn't have a few
orgasms while she was pulling her first train, but not nearly as many as
the men fucking her thought.  Since fucking the whore was not free, and
most of them had already pumped cum down her throat earlier in the evening,
there were not many who fucked her more than once.  As the crowd thinned
out, the Manager called for the candy counter girls.

   "Get down on the floor and lick the whore clean," he ordered, then sat
down in the chair to watch.  After Cyn's much fucked cunt was cleaned to
his satisfaction, the Manager took her back to the storeroom/office.  She
was expecting to be fucked one more time before walking home, and was
genuinely disappointed when the Manager handed her share of the money to
her and dismissed her.

   "I don't really like to fuck whores after they've been fucked by their
customers," he explained when Cyn did not immediately leave, "I will fuck
you tomorrow when you are nice and clean." Despite the number of men who
had just fucked her cunt, Cyn had not felt really dirty until that moment.
At least she had a sizable wad of cash to accompany her home.  
 
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