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Chapter 133“I’m impressed,” My girlfriend said as she counted the money in her hand. “You’re doing great, baby.”

“Thank you, mommy,” I responded, pressing my body up against her.

I had since learned that my capturer’s na was Julie, or at least Julie was the na she was willing to give . A week had passed since I had taken my pictures with the photographer. These had naturally been used in several different ways. They were a form of blackmail, keeping

from escaping. After all, if those photos were leaked, it’d embarrass my family and even compromise any potential jobs I had.

The other purpose of the photos was to establish my portfolio. I wasn’t exactly sure how Julie got my pictures out there, but she was always able to find a Jane who wanted to have sex with . The first girl ca the night after the photographer. She was a virgin who was embarrassed that she hadn’t lost her virginity yet and thus wanted to pay

to do it. It’s sothing I would have done for free, so I happily popped her cherry and made sure she enjoyed it. When she ended up paying extra, Julie was ecstatic. Of course, I didn’t get to keep the money. All of that went to Julie, and I wasn’t so na??ve to think that I’d get a cut.

After that, she scheduled one girl a night as she ward

up. Most of the girls were moderately attractive. I hadn’t gotten anyone particularly ugly, dirty, or fat. I wondered if this was Julie’s way of slowly getting

used to the lifestyle before I had to do the undesirables, or if there was sothing else at play. I used all of the skills my sisters had taught

and I left these won gasping and out of breath. They all paid extra, and most of them wanted

on their schedule as a regular, which only left Julie ever happier.

All of my calls were outcalls. It was the only ti I was allowed to leave their building, and I was always accompanied by that butch bouncer, who made sure that I arrived and left safely. They also made sure that I wouldn’t be able to run away.

Although it was sexual slavery, I couldn’t say that it was completely without its perks. Although I had to give all of my money to Julie, starting from the first day, she started giving

gifts when I brought in extra money. The food improved, although she also restricted it strictly because she didn’t want

to get fat. I’d also be given various gifts. Julie gave

clothing, jewelry, and stuff for my room. She even took

out to select a mattress, and it was a short ti before I was living better than I had in my own house.

As much as my mom loved , she didn’t have the kind of money to waste on frivolous things. Our als were practical and our clothing was basic. I slept in a twin-size bed on a cheap hand--down mattress. My pimp mommy let

slip in silk pajamas on a queen-sized hybrid foam mattress. I could get steak regularly, and when I ntioned I liked video gas, she went out of her way and bought

a console. I was incredibly shocked, and she seed amused when I asked her how I could repay her.

“I got another Jane for you.” Her words broke

out of my thoughts.

“Another, tonight?”

“It’s only 9 pm,” Julie responded. “You can’t do one more Jane tonight? I’ve bought you so much too. You know that money needs to co from sowhere.”

I started feeling a bit bad. She had bought

so many things. Even though I had finished with my last woman didn’t an I couldn’t set things up with another. Besides, she was being friendly, but I knew that her friendliness would end the second I refused to do things her way. I agreed to the visit. After all, it wasn’t like I had a choice.

I left the building for the tenth ti that week and my guard drove

to the next location. Last week, I had been trying to figure out where I was. I realized I was in a large city about two hours north of my house. However, it was a complicated city, and even simple things like finding the police station seed impossible. I was slowly building up a map in my head so that I could escape, but I still needed help.

We ended up at a hotel. My bouncer gave

the number, and as I entered the lobby the receptionist only gave

a nod. They were used to misters of the night coming into service lonely won staying the night in their establishnt, and it was to the point they barely reacted. I headed to the Jane’s room and stood outside, looking down the hallway both ways to make sure it was safe.

One of the interesting parts of the job was that I never knew what was going to happen. Every Jane was a bit different. It was true that they all wanted sex, but I once had a girl who just wanted to suck my dick. She paid

so she could spend an hour playing with

and sucking

off. I felt I should be paying her by the end of it, but she was so content after I just stood there that she gave

extra money. Apparently, she liked how I ca several tis down her throat. She said that other guys wouldn’t cum or seem to even enjoy it and I was the first that seed like I wanted what she was giving.

Until the door opened, I wouldn’t know what kind of Jane I’d get. They could be any race, size, or appearance. On top of that, their sexual preferences could vary greatly. It was part of what made this job so interesting. I knocked on the Jane’s door and waited for an answer.

“It’s unlocked!” I heard a female voice inside.

I tried the knob, and it was clear she had kept the door in the position where it didn’t latch. I was able to enter her room. Inside, I could hear the shower running in an adjacent room. Otherwise, it was a simple one-bedroom hotel room. I still used that precious ti to scope out the place. I learned a few things after a week of doing this, and one of those things was to always check your surroundings. Escape routes and heavy things you could use in an ergency were important for soone in my situation.

I didn’t need to wait around long, as the shower turned off. It wasn’t like I minded waiting. I was paid for my ti, so the longer they took, the less I had to do. Plus, compared to Janes who didn’t bother to shower before sex, I preferred a clean woman. I already anticipated a nice experience just because the environnt was clean and the person had taken a shower. What could I say? I was easy to please.

The door to the bathroom opened and a naked woman stepped out. She was drying her hair without concern for her naked body being seen. I naturally used the mont to check her out as well. She was middle-aged and decent looking. I was sotis surprised at how attractive so of the won who hired

were. You’d expect that it’d be ugly won who couldn’t get it any other way, but in my world, many of these won would have been pursued by any guy, regardless of her personality.

She lowered her towel and when she saw , she nearly jumped. “It’s you!”

I blinked. “Yeah, you hired ?”

“Y-you are a prostitute after all…”

A flash of disappointnt appeared on her face, and it left

even more confused. That’s when I suddenly ca to recognize her.

“You’re that woman I t off the street, the married one.”

“Shh!” She looked around like her husband was standing over her shoulder. “I told you that in confidence. Don’t your kind of people have to be discrete?”

“My kind of people?” I narrowed my eyes. “You an prostitutes? Not that it’s any of your business, but I wasn’t a prostitute back then.”

“Ah… shit…” She seed slightly awkward before giving

a side look. “You didn’t beco a prostitute because of , did you?”

I was first going to deny it, but then I rembered what my girlfriend told . This woman had been looking for

and asking around. It was true that she didn’t cause

to beco a prostitute, but she did make the situation more difficult for

to tell them no.

“What if I did?” I asked coldly.

The woman winced. “I don’t know what to say. I was just horny and desperate back then. When you said yes, all I could think about was the fun. I don’t know how to make it up to you…”

Seeing her genuinely apologizing made

uncomfortable, especially when I knew deep down it wasn’t her fault.

I coughed. “It’s fine. This happened because of my own decisions.”

She shook her head. “You shouldn’t say that. You shouldn’t have to live like this. Why don’t you co ho with .”

I raised an eyebrow. “Go to your ho?”

Her face turned red. “My wife is out of town. Ah! That’s not what I ant anyway! I ant that I could help you get on your feet. I could rent you a cheap studio for a few months. I can help you get a job. You don’t have to be a prostitute.”

Hearing her words only made

feel more bitter. I did want to get out of my situation. I wasn’t so enamored by gifts that I had forgotten that I was being held against my will and gaslit to hell. I was playing along so that my life was a bit easier. It wasn’t like I wasn’t living the dream. I an, what guy wouldn’t love to just have sex with strange beautiful won all day while being taken care of, congratulated, and showered with gifts by their girlfriend? See, when I say it like that, it sounded like the best life I could ever hope to live. Yet, it was a life that would head nowhere, and more importantly, it kept

from seeing my mother and my sisters.

Yet, as tempting as her words sounded, a bouncer was waiting in their car outside. I’d only be dragging this woman into my problems, and she’d be in danger if she tried to help . Maybe, I could get a ssage out, but I wasn’t sure if I should. I didn’t want my sisters getting hurt either. These were dangerous people with weapons. They ant business. If any one of them were injured trying to save , I’d never forgive myself. That’s why I was determined to escape on my own.

“What’s your na?” I asked.

“Jane.” I raised an eyebrow and she lifted her hands. “No, seriously! My na is Jane!”

I supposed there was a reason we used Jane as the na for anyone who hired a prostitute. They were a common na after all.

“Alright, Jane, you were looking for

before. If you didn’t think I was a prostitute, why were trying so hard to find ?”

“Ah!” That question seed to cause her to react more exaggeratedly than I would have expected. “That’s a bit of a difficult question to answer.”

“I didn’t treat you particularly well. You paid . It was a done deal. I don’t believe I was so great either since you didn’t know you were seeing

tonight and were willing to buy a different dick.”

Jane bit her lip. “Our ti was a lot of fun… unforgettable event. I did ask for soone with your description, but I never expected it would be you.”

My girlfriend must have known when she set us up.

“Why did you want to et up?”

“It’s because…” She stopped for a second, and then her mouth tightened and she nodded to herself. “It’s because I got pregnant!”

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