Skanky Town
Chapter 10 — Where Tourists Fear to Tread
“What did you do to me?”
“What do you mean, slut?”
Susan groaned. “I get it already, but do you have to keep calling me that?”
“Calling you what, slut?”
“You know what I mean. Do you have to keep calling me a slut?”
“Just wanted to make sure you understood what you were,” Angela said. “You’re no better than any of the rest of us.”
“Any of the rest of who?”
Angela didn’t answer that. Instead, she said, “Come on. I got some people I want you to meet.”
“But my boyfriend—”
“He isn’t here right now, is he?”
“No, but—”
“Well if he’s not here, then you get to come with me.”
“Why? Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Susan found that cryptic answer to be very unsatisfying but she had feeling she wasn’t going to get a better one and already, Angela was starting to put her clothes on so reluctantly, Susan followed suit.
“Where are we going?” Susan tried to ask again.
“You’ll see, slut.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
“I know but it’s so fun to get you all mad and riled up.”
Susan couldn’t help but fume at the other woman’s reaction and yet she felt powerless to resist. With the two women now dressed, Angela had taken the lead, taking Susan to the lobby and then out a back door of the hotel.
Susan couldn’t help feeling like a little kid tagging along behind an older sister. Where she was going was out of her hands and in a way, that feeling of helplessness rather appealed to her.
Susan realized that this was a part of the hotel that guests hardly ever got to see and why should they. Access to this part of the hotel was restricted to employees only and walking all the way around to another entrance would be a pain in the butt.
Angela led her way to a car and she used her remote to unlock the car. “Get in, slut,” she said.
Susan didn’t even bother to complain. After all, that was what Angela wanted and the more she catered to the other woman’s needs, the more she was going to encourage her to do it all over again.
And besides, it was kind of hot being called a slut.
“Where are we going?” Susan asked again when the two of them were sitting in Angela’s car.
“I already told you,” Angela said. “You’ll see soon enough.”
Susan sighed. She hated this and yet she couldn’t seem to keep herself from going along with whatever the other woman wanted.
Susan looked forlornly out of the car’s windows. Wherever they were going, they’d definitely left the more public part of town. Gone were the big hotels and the fancy restaurants. Instead, it was motels and tiny eateries. From there, it was strip malls and supermarkets, and from there, the town dissolved into a melange of residential neighborhoods.
“Where are we going?” Susan asked again.
“I told you, slut. You’re just going to have to wait and see.”
Susan sighed again. She didn’t like the way this was looking. In the darkness that was descending on the town, she saw house after house after house. Some looked well cared for while others looked less well cared for and still other looked ...
Susan shook her head. Some of those places didn’t look good at all.
Angela turned the car and gravel crunched as the car pulled into the parking lot of a bar. “We’re here,” she said.
“Where’s here?”
“You’ll see.”
Susan shook her head. “I’m not going to go,” she said. “I want to know where we are.”
Angela looked at the other girl and then she smiled. “Suit yourself, slut, but let me ask you this. Do you know where you are?”
Susan shook her head.
“Then I guess you’re going to need someone to drive you back to the hotel.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Well, it seems like you’re going to need someone to give you a ride home.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I’m going to go inside and have some fun, so either you can stay here and wait for me, or you can come inside and have some fun, too.”
“Can’t you take me back?” Susan asked.
“’Fraid not. I’m here now and I intend to have some fun, but I’ll tell you what.”
“What?”
“You come inside with me and maybe you can find a guy who’s willing to give you a ride. What do you say that?”
“You think they might?”
“What?”
“You think someone might give me a ride?”
Angela looked the girl over. “Oh yeah,” she said, “I’m sure there’s someone in there who’s willing to give you a ride.”
“All right,” Susan said. “I guess I can go.”
“That’s good, slut.”
Susan sighed again. She was really beginning to hate being called that.
“Come on,” Angela said.
Susan shook her head. She didn’t want to go, she told herself, and yet, she seemed incapable of saying no.
The place was a bar. For the most part, it was guys lined up at the bar. In fact, now that Susan was taking a second look, there was only guys at the bar. Off in the corner, there was a TV with some kind of sporting event on it.
There were women in the bar but it took Susan a moment to actually start to find them all. Some of them were out at the tables, talking with guys. Well, talking was only part of what they were doing although some of them were being more subtle about it than others. Some of them were sluts like her.
Susan groaned to herself. Why had she added those two little words. Why had she added “like her” to her thoughts.
But even so, they weren’t the worst of it. There were booths in the back, booths that disappeared into the darkness but just a glimpse was enough for Susan to know that there was more going on back there than just drinking in a bar.
One of the men turned and looked at the two women. “Hey, Angela,” the man said. “Long time no see.”
“Frankie.”
“It’s good to see you again.”
“You too.”
Susan knew Frankie was looking at her. “Who’s your friend?” the man asked.
“Her,” Angela said. “I don’t really know her name. She’s new here in town, but I just like calling her slut. She likes that.”
Again, Frankie was looking at her. “Is that right,” the man said. “You like being called a slut?”
The answer was no, Susan told herself. The answer was ...
“I love it. I love being called Slut.”
“Is that a fact? Then you wouldn’t mind if I called you Slut, too, would you?”
It didn’t matter what the right answer was supposed to be. Susan already knew what the answer was going to be and instinctively, she knew her pussy was going to reward her when she responded.
“I want you to call me a slut.”
“You do, huh?”
Susan groaned even as she nodded. She just couldn’t help herself. She did like it.
“How new is she?” Frankie asked.
“Just been in town a couple of days,” Angela said.
“And already you got her out here.”
“I got my reasons,” Angela said.
“I’ll bet you do,” Frankie said with a grin and then he was looking back at Susan. “So you think you’re a slut, huh? Are you a good slut or a bad slut?”
“What’s the difference?”
The man let out a loud guffaw. “Not much of a difference one way or the other,” the man said loudly. “Both of them put out in the end but the good slut don’t make you work all that hard to get it.”
“I guess I’m a good slut then.”
The man picked his beer up off the bar and then he downed the rest of the contents. “Well now,” the man said, “I guess we’re just going to have to see about that, aren’t we?”
Susan nodded.
“Come on.”
This was wrong, Susan told herself. This was wrong. She shouldn’t be doing this and yet she let the man Frankie take her hand and lead her towards the back.
But damn it. Her pussy was so wet and there was a part of her that was just dying to see what Frankie’s cock looked like.
But what about Jake?
What about him, Susan asked herself.
He was back at the hotel room waiting for her. She might be a slut, but Jake was waiting for her.
Yeah, how do you figure that?
How do I figure what, Susan answered herself.
How do you figure he’s waiting around for you. He wasn’t there before.
Yeah, but that was only for a few minutes, and really, it would have been unrealistic to expect him to hang around there all day and do nothing.
Who cares about realistic, she argued back. He wasn’t there when he got back.
Yeah, Susan agreed with herself.
A woman like you has needs, Susan told herself.
Yeah, Susan agreed.
A woman like you needs to get fucked.
Yeah ... I mean no.
You can’t argue with what you are.
All of this had taken place in just a matter of moments but Frankie was now looking back at her. “Something wrong, slut?”
Susan looked at the man and she shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong,” she said.
“That’s good to hear,” the man said as he pulled her along behind him.
“Where are we going?” Susan asked even though the answer to that was perfectly clear. They were headed towards the booths in the back.
“Angela says you’re new here, right?”
Susan nodded.
“We don’t get many new sluts around here,” the man said, as if that explained everything, “so when we do, everyone wants to try them out. Me, I’m just lucky that Angela hooked me up with you first.”
What the hell was he talking about, Susan wondered, and why was whatever it was making her hot?
The first booth they came to was clearly occupied. Even though the booth was dark, the sound of a girl giggling could be heard from inside.
The second booth was also occupied. Even in the darkness of the booth, Susan thought she could see a naked girl bouncing up and down on a man’s cock and in spite of herself, she found herself wishing that maybe that could be her.
What was she thinking, Susan admonished herself. She didn’t want to be her, and yet ...
Frankie wasn’t waiting around. Instead, he tugged on Susan’s hand and he pulled her on towards yet another booth. This one was empty. “Get in there,” the man told her.
Susan scrambled into the booth followed closely by Frankie. It was weird, Susan thought. She had no problem doing this and doing it with a man she didn’t really know.
“So you’re really new in town,” Frankie said.
Again, Susan nodded.
The man grinned. “But I’ll bet you’re something of a slut, aren’t you?”
This was where she should say no, Susan told herself. This was where she should stand up for herself, only when it came time to do exactly that, she found herself incapable of doing even that.
“Well,” the man asked again. “Are you or aren’t you?”
“I am.”
The man grinned again. “You know, as much as I’d like to take your word for it, I think I’m just going to have to find out for myself. How about we start off with you taking off that top for me.”
Susan couldn’t help but groan to herself. It didn’t matter anymore that she knew what she was supposed to do. What mattered now was what she was going to do and she already knew she was going to take her top off for the man.
“You’re wearing a bra,” the man observed. “I don’t like bras.”
“Would you like me to take it off?”
The man grinned again. “You see that’s what I like about sluts like you. They’re always so accommodating. Yes, I’d like you to take it off.”
Susan didn’t even bother to worry about what she was or what she wasn’t suppose to do. She just took the bra off.
“Very nice,” the man said. “Do you mind if I—”
Susan shook her head. “By all means, go ahead,” and then she moaned as the man fondled her tits.
“Very nice indeed,” the man said as he pawed the woman’s tits. “I like them like this,” he said. “Barely more than a handful. I like that.”
“I’m glad,” Susan said and she groaned even as she did say it. She already knew she was going to let the man do what he wanted with her, but did she really have to sound this damned easy?
“I’ll bet you’d like to see my cock,” the man said.
Susan didn’t even bother arguing with herself. She just nodded her assent.
The man grinned again. “We’ll get to that in a moment, but first, how about you take off those jeans of yours.”
He was teasing her, Susan realized, and the worst part about it was that she was perfectly willing to let him do it. She opened her jeans and she slid them down past her hips.
The man moved in and he slid a hand between her legs. “Let’s see how wet you are,” the man said and then, “I see you’re wearing panties. A slut like you, you really ought to be wearing thongs or g-strings, don’t you think,” the man said as he stroked the outside of her panties. “It gives men much more access to what’s inside here,” he said as he patted the crotch of her panties.
Much more access, Susan thought. Of course, that was what she wanted.
“Should we take these off?” the man asked.
Again, Susan nodded her assent and with that, the man was helping her slide out of her panties and finally, Susan was completely naked.
Once more, the man’s hand was back between Susan’s legs. “Oh yeah,” the man said as Susan spread her legs for him. “That’s much more like it, isn’t it?”
Susan couldn’t help but nod and then gasp as she felt the man push a finger up inside her pussy. Oh geez, she told herself. She wanted this. She wanted it so bad.
“Now, I think you were saying there was something else you wanted as well.”
Susan looked at the man in puzzlement.
“I think you were saying you wanted to see my cock.”
Susan remembered and she eagerly nodded her assent.
“Well, if that’s what you want, then you ought to get to it, don’t you think?”
Susan wasn’t about to waste any time going after what she needed. She let her hand slide down and moments later, she was unzipping the man’s pants and her hand was chasing after the man’s cock.
“Oh yeah,” the man encouraged her and then when she was pulling him out into the open and she let her mouth slide down around his shaft, he let out an even heartier grunt of approval. It was clear he liked where this was going.
Susan liked it too except she was so horny. As much as she wanted to suck this man’s cock, what she really wanted was to have him enter her in a completely different way.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You suck that good.”
Yeah, Susan wanted to say. Yeah, I know. I know I suck it good.
“But I’ll bet I know what you really want,” the man said.
Did he, Susan wondered. Did he?
“Let’s get these jeans down,” the man said and moments later, he was naked from the waist down. “That’s a good girl,” he told her. “You like doing what you’re told, don’t you?”
Susan wanted to tell the man to stuff it. She wanted to tell him she wasn’t a girl. She wanted to tell him that he had it all wrong. The only thing was there was a part of her that wanted what this man had to offer.
The man peeled off his shirt and suddenly, he was as naked as Susan was. “You have a nice body,” he told Susan with admiration. “Now, how about you climb up here, and you can show me what you can really do.”
One more time, Susan told herself. One more chance to say no. She knew she wasn’t going to say it, but she knew this was her last chance.
She climbed up onto the man’s lap and her hands reached between her legs and she wrapped her fingers around the man’s cock and then she felt it as his cock grazed the undersides of her pussy.
“You know what to do,” the man said.
Susan let out a moan as she let her pussy slide down around that cock.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Oh yeah. Nice tits and a tight pussy. You’re going to do well here,” the man told her.
Susan didn’t care about that. All she cared about was the way that cock felt going in and out of her pussy.
Frankie’s hands reached around and he grabbed her ass. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you like that when I do that?”
Susan’s answer was hardly what she would have thought she would have said. In fact, if one had asked her how she would have responded to that question, almost any answer would have seemed more likely and yet with the question out there, it was almost as if Susan suddenly knew what the answer had to be.
“Sure, baby,” she purred. “Sure, I like it when you squeeze my ass, but you know what I really need.”
“What’s that?”
“I need to feel your cum,” Susan said with a pout. “I need to feel it right here between my legs.”
“Oh, honey, I assure you. You keep riding Frankie’s cock like that, you ain’t going to have no problems getting what you want. Okay.”
“You promise?”
“Oh yeah, honey. I promise.”
Susan couldn’t help moaning to herself. She was going to keep riding the man’s cock even if he didn’t promise but it was better that he did. In fact, it was a lot better. In fact ...
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned as she rode the man’s cock. “Make me cum. Make me cum. Make me cum,” and then, “oh-h-h-h-h fuck.”
“I take it you just came,” the man said.
“Yeah I did,” the girl admitted sheepishly.
“And I’ll bet you’re wishing you hadn’t.”
“How did you know?”
“Happens all the time,” the man said.
“It does?”
“Sure. Hot, little slut finds herself a hard cock and she just can’t help but getting herself a piece of that cock, and one thing leads to another and before the slut knows it, she’s cumming all over that cock.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why would you be sorry?”
“I came to early,” Susan said.
“Nonsense. Good thing about being a hot, little slut is your pussy’s always ready for action and as it turns out, so is my cock.”
“Then you’re not mad?”
“Not at all, but I do want you to stop what you’re doing.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to pull your pussy off my cock, and—”
“No, I want to keep fucking.”
“Pull your pussy off my cock and turn your ass around.”
“Why?”
“I already told you. I want you to turn your ass around.”
“You like my ass?” Susan asked.
“I won’t know until I see it, will I?”
“I guess not,” said Susan but even as she said it, she was turning her body around.
“I think we both know what you want to do.”
Once more, Susan reached between her legs and once more, she took hold of the man’s cock and once more, she led his cock to her waiting pussy.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned as the woman’s cunt once more took hold of his cock.
“You like that?” the girl asked as her pussy once more rode the man’s cock. “You like that?”
“Oh God, yeah,” the man groaned as he reached around and squeezed the girl’s tits. “I love it when hot, little sluts ride my cock.”
Susan said nothing but she yelped when the man’s hands pulled her back hard against his body.
“Do you like this?” the man asked. “Do you like being a hot, little slut?”
Again, Susan stayed quiet.
“I know what you’re thinking,” the man said. “You’re thinking you don’t want to admit it. You’re thinking you don’t want to say you’re a slut.”
Susan said nothing but that didn’t mean that the man wasn’t right. In fact, he was very, very right.
“Don’t worry,” the man said. “It happens to all the new sluts. They don’t want to admit what they are, but they admit it nonetheless, and do you know what?”
“What?”
“It actually feels good to admit it. It feels good to admit what you are.”
Once more, Susan said nothing.
“Why don’t you say it,” the man said. “Tell me you’re a slut.”
“I ... I can’t.”
“Sure you can. After all, they’re just words. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of saying a few words.”
“But—”
“But what?”
“But I can’t.”
“Sure you can, and you know what? It’ll make getting fucked feel even better.”
Again, Susan said nothing.
“Of course, if you’re afraid—”
“I’m not afraid.”
“Then go ahead and say the words.”
Still Susan hesitated but it was only for a moment. “I’m a slut,” she said.
“Oh yeah,” the man said even as his cock continued to work its way between her legs. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Say it again.”
She’d already said it once so that made it easier the second time around. “I’m a slut,” she said again.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s right. That’s exactly what you are. Say it again.”
“I’m a slut,” the girl said again.
“That’s right. That’s exactly what you are. Tell me, baby. Tell me what kind of slut you are.”
Susan was confused.
“Tell me what kind of slut you are,” the man said again.
“I ... I don’t understand,” Susan said even as she continued to ride the man’s cock.
“It’s not that hard a question. Tell me what kind of slut you are.”
“I ... I want to fuck.”
“That’s good for a start,” the man said as his hands squeezed her tits. His lips were almost right there against her ears. “What else?”
Susan couldn’t help it. She was panting now. “I don’t know what you want,” she said.
“Sure you do. What else?”
“I ... I don’t know ... I don’t know what you want.”
“It’s not about what I want. It’s about what you want.”
“What I want?”
“That’s right. What you want.”
What I want, Susan thought. What did that mean? She was growing tired of this game. It seemed like he wasn’t even going to tell her what he wanted from her. Well if that was the case, fuck him.
“Tell me what you want,” he said again.
What she wanted? She’d show him what she wanted. “I just want to fuck,” she told the man, using her pussy to punctuated every word of that sentence. “I just want to fuck,” she said again. “I just want to fuck and fuck and then I want to cum and then I want to do it again and again and again.”
“Fair enough.”
“Huh?”
“I asked you what kind of slut you were and you told me and now I got something for you.”
“What?”
The man didn’t answer with words but he didn’t have to. For this at least, his cock was saying everything that needed to be said.
Susan just groaned as she felt the man cum inside her and even as she did, she felt her pussy respond to the man’s cock and she moaned again as her cock hungry cunt bore down on the cock embedded inside her.
“You really are a pretty good slut,” the man said.
And the man was a pretty good fuck, Susan told herself but she couldn’t spend all night here with Frankie. After all, the night was young and she really was a slut and there still were a whole lot more cocks to fuck.