Wonderland
Chapter 3 — In the Lane
Ginny arrived home from work feeling tired and yet, oddly satisfied.
She shouldn’t feel satisfied, she told herself and yet she knew ... she knew why she was satisfied. She’d done her master’s bidding and knowing that was enough to satisfy her.
She shook her head as if to banish that thought from her mind. That wasn’t right, she told herself, and yet ...
The phone rang and she went to answer it. “Hello.”
“Hello, Ginny.”
Ginny’s hand tightened around the receiver as she heard Linda’s voice. What was she doing calling her at home? “What do you want?” she asked in a voice that was a little tighter that she’d wanted.
“Now, now, now. Don’t go getting your panties all in a bunch. I’m just calling with a message from our master.”
Ginny heard the sound of a tinkling bell and her mind mellowed.
“Our master says you need to learn how to give pleasure.”
“Ha. I think I already demonstrated that today,” Ginny interjected.
“Not that way,” Linda said. “Our master says you need to subvert yourself to the whims of another.”
Ginny might have said something else but at just that moment, she once more heard the sound of the little tinkling bells and she couldn’t help repeating what Linda had said. “To the whims of another,” she said.
“Yes. Our master says you should meet me at my apartment. Our master says you should do what I tell you to do.”
“I will do what you tell me to do,” Ginny agreed.
“Good. How soon can you be here then.”
“I can be there in thirty minutes.”
“Good. I look forward to seeing you then,” and with that, the line went dead.
Ginny blinked as she realized just what it was she’d agreed to do. Damn it, she told herself. She’d intended to stay home and maybe watch some TV or read a book. Heck, she hadn’t even eaten dinner yet and yet the thought of saying no had never crossed her mind.
Ginny sighed. There really was nothing she could do about it so reluctantly, she got her jacket and she left.
As much as she wanted to not go, Ginny found herself urging her car forward. It seemed as if once she’d started to move, she couldn’t move fast enough. Her master wanted this and that was all she had to know. If her master wanted this, she just had to go.
Ginny knocked on the other girl’s door and she waited for the door but as much as she might have thought she knew what she was going to see, she was certainly surprised by what she saw. “What’s that?” she asked.
“What’s what?”
“What you’re wearing.”
“They’re my working clothes.”
“Yeah, and just what the heck kind of work do you think you’ll be doing in clothes like that?”
“Our master says you’ll know soon enough.”
“Oh,” Ginny said even as those words bounced around inside her mind. If that was what master wanted ...
But still. Those clothes.
“We need to get you dressed,” Ginny said.
“But I am dressed.”
“Not the right way. Come on. I’ll show you.”
Ginny couldn’t help but follow Linda back into the bedroom where there were already clothes laid out for her on the bed. One look was all it took though and Ginny shook her head. “I’m not wearing those.”
“Our Master says you will.”
Again with the bells but Ginny hardly noticed them. “Our Master says,” Linda had said. Well if that was what Master had said, then of course she was going to wear the clothes.
“The first thing we have to do is get you out of the clothes you’re wearing.”
Of course, Ginny agreed. That was exactly what they needed to do.
She’d finished undressing and now Linda holding up some lacy, little panties. “Let’s get you dressed now, shall we?”
Ginny nodded as she took the panties. She could do this, she told herself. No, it was more than that. She wanted to do this. She wanted to do it because Master wanted it.
Next came the black fishnet stockings and the black booty shorts that seemed to just grab onto her ass.
“You look good,” Linda said.
Ginny wasn’t sure about that.
“Here, let’s get you into this,” Linda said as she handed over a crop top for Ginny to wear.
Ginny put it on.
“Oh, that’s perfect,” Linda said.
Ginny wasn’t so sure about that.
“Now how about we find you some boots to wear.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Ginny grumbled.
Linda just laughed. “Those? You got to be kidding. No, we have to find you something a whole lot better than that.”
Ginny couldn’t help but grumble but in the end, she let Linda finish her off and when she was done, there was little doubt what she looked like.
“Now, you’re ready,” Linda said.
She certainly was ready for something, Ginny agreed.
“Come on. Let’s put you to work.”
“Put me to work?”
“Our Master says you need to learn how to service a man.”
“What?!”
“You heard me.”
“I ... I’m not that kind of girl,” Ginny stammered.
“Not yet you’re not, but Master says you will be. Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“I know a place where you can set up shop.”
“Where?”
“You’ll see.”
Ginny wasn’t sure why but she followed.
“Where are we?”
“We’re in a lane.”
“I can see that but why are we in this lane?”
“This is where the working girls go.”
She worked, Ginny grumbled to herself. She worked but she’d never come here but then Ginny knew that wasn’t what Linda meant.
“You need to learn to pick up a guy,” Linda said.
“Why?”
“Because the master says so.”
Again with the bells. Because the master said so. Well, if that was what the master said...
“The master says you need to find a boy. The master says you need to get him to stop and when you do, the master says you need to get him to take you and the master says you need to get him to fuck you.”
She could do that, Ginny thought. She could really do that.
“Our master says you need to get paid for your services.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Our master says you need to get paid.”
“But why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do I need to get paid?”
“Are you questioning what our master says?”
Ginny couldn’t help but cringe at the implied thought. She wasn’t even sure why but no, she wasn’t questioning what her master said.
“Well,” Linda asked again. “Are you?”
“No, I’m not questioning our master. It’s just that ... it’s just that I don’t understand why he wants me to do this.”
“Who says you have to understand?”
“But it’s so demeaning.”
“Who says?”
“What do you mean?”
“Who says it’s demeaning?”
“Everyone does.”
“Our master doesn’t. He says it’s liberating.”
“Liberating?”
“Our master says it proves your worth.”
“How does it prove my worth?”
“Because if a man is willing to pay for it, you know what you’re worth.”
Ginny wasn’t sure how that proved her worth but she also knew she wasn’t willing to raise an objection because if this was what her master wanted, it was what she wanted to.
“And our master says no cheating.”
“No cheating?”
“Our master says you can’t just go to an ATM and take some money out. Paying yourself proves absolutely nothing.”
Truthfully, the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind and for that matter, she hadn’t even thought to bring her purse with her but now that Linda had put the thought there, now that she could give it the consideration it was due, Ginny realized that even if she had thought the thought, she realized she wouldn’t have done it. Doing something like that, that just wouldn’t be right now, would it?
Where the heck had that thought come from? That wasn’t her thinking that, she told herself, and yet she knew it was.
“So what do I do?”
“You stand here on the corner. You look pretty and when a guy pulls up to the curb, you go over and ask him what he wants.”
“And then what?”
“You tell him what you want in return.”
“What do I want?”
“You want what our master wants and what our master wants is for you to make lots and lots of cash.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Not at all and a word to the wise.”
“What?”
“Don’t ever sell yourself short. Our master doesn’t like it when you sell yourself short.”
“Okay.”
“And as it so happens, here comes your first customer.”
Ginny turned to see a car pulling up to the curb.
“Go on,” Linda said. “See what he wants.”
Ginny tried to act nonchalant as she sauntered up to the car but it was so hard. This just felt so wrong ... and yet it was what her master wanted.
The passenger side window was being rolled down and Ginny leaned down and she looked inside. The guy looked to be in his early twenties. “What do you want?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“What do you want?” she asked again.
“I ... I ...” the man stammered.
God. What was wrong with this guy, Ginny wondered. “What do you want?” she asked yet again.
“I ... I ... um, not you,” and with that the man pulled away from the curb, practically knocking Ginny over in the process.
“Well now, that didn’t go so well.”
Ginny turned to look at Linda. “I don’t know what his problem was. I asked him what he wanted.”
“Well that’s one way of putting it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you didn’t have to sound so irritated when you said it.”
“I wasn’t irritated.”
“Yeah. It was more like you were pissed off.”
“Well what if I was.”
“You can’t be pissed off.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because it shows through.”
“To who?”
“To the guys.”
“So what?”
“So no one wants to fuck a girl who’s pissed off.”
“So?”
“So our master’s not going to like it either if you can’t prove yourself.”
That was all that Linda had to say. Their master was going to be unhappy if Ginny couldn’t prove herself and Ginny most definitely did not want to make her master unhappy.
“Should we try again?” Linda asked.
“Sure. Let’s try again.”
“All right then. Remember, the trick is not only to look available but the trick is that you actually are available. You got that?”
“Yeah, I got that.”
“All right then. Let’s see you strut your stuff.”
Linda stepped away and Ginny was left to walk her part of the sidewalk all alone. What was she supposed to do, she wondered. What was she supposed to do?
She just stood there as the cars went by.
What the heck was she supposed to do?”
A car pulled over to the curb and the driver rolled down a window. “Hey,” he called out. “Hey, come here.”
Ginny walked up to the car and then she leaned down and she looked inside the car. The guy looked to be twenty-something but it was hard to tell anything more with him sitting there behind the wheel. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Are you a hooker?” the guy asked.
“Why? Does it look like I am?”
“Well yeah, it does. So are you?”
Ginny gritted her teeth. She didn’t really want to answer that question but she could hear the bells tinkling again.
“So are you?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Can I ask you a favor?”
She might have been new at this, Ginny knew, but even she knew the answer to that one. “I’m not really in the business of doing favors.”
“I can pay you.”
Oh, well that was different. “What’s the favor?”
“I’m just on my way back from my girlfriend’s you know, and she said she was going to do something for me. She said she was going to, um, you know, she said she was going to give me a blow job if I did something for her.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, so I did what she wanted me to do. I mean I totally did it but when it came right down to it, she said she still couldn’t do it. She said she couldn’t suck my dick.”
“Okay?”
“So then I get mad at her because I totally told Billy Simpson off and I’m telling her that she has to do it because she promised and now she’s getting mad at me and she’s telling me she doesn’t have to do nothing and I’m telling her she promised and she’s telling me that she doesn’t want to and I’m like she promised and the more I say that, the more she keeps telling me she doesn’t want to do it.”
“Okay?” Ginny said again.
“So finally, I’m telling her she’s got to do it and she’s like if you want someone to suck your cock that bad, maybe you ought to go find a prostitute to do it and I’m like maybe I will and she’s like maybe you should and that’s when I stormed out of there and it wasn’t like I was actually going to go find a hooker but when I saw you standing there, I thought maybe I’d ask you a question.”
“You want to ask me a question?”
“Well actually, this is where the favor comes in.”
“Yeah?”
“I really want a blow job and I was wondering if you could give me one.”
“You want me to suck your dick?”
“Yeah. Could you?”
Before she could answer, Ginny could hear the tinkling of the bells and she knew what her master wanted. “Of course, I’ll do it,” she said.
“You will?”
“Of course, and I’ll bet you want me to swallow, too.”
“To do what?”
“I’ll bet you want me to swallow your cum when you cum in my mouth, don’t you?”
“You’d do that?”
“Of course.”
“Then yeah, I want you to do that. So, um, so how much would you charge for that?”
“Fifty bucks.”
“What?”
“Fifty bucks.”
“But I thought—”
“You thought what?”
“I thought it would be less.”
“Well, it’s not.”
The boy was staring at her tits now. “Could I ... could I see your tits if I gave you the fifty bucks?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“Okay then. Fifty bucks.”
“Where do you want to do it?”
“What?”
“Where do you want to go?”
“I ... I don’t know.”
“Oh, so you want me to suck you off right here in your car?”
“I ... I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”
“Do you have the fifty bucks on you now?”
“What?”
“Do you have the fifty bucks now?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s see it.”
The boy pulled his wallet out of his pocket and he pulled out a twenty and three tens.
Ginny opened the car door and then she slid inside. “You still want that blow job?” she asked.
The boy nodded.
“Give me the money and take your cock out.”
“What?!”
“You heard me. Give me the money and take your cock out.”
The boy handed over the bills and then he unzipped his pants and he pulled his cock out of his pants.
Ginny reached over and she wrapped her fingers around the man’s cock. “So you want to know what it’s like to get a blow job, do you?”
The boy nodded.
“Well it’s something like this.”
The boy couldn’t help but groan as Ginny bent over and slipped her mouth down around his shaft and then he moaned even louder as Ginny’s mouth started to stroke him.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned.
But now that Ginny had finally gotten started, there was no way she was going to stop.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned again. “Oh fuck. Don’t stop.”
Ginny wasn’t stopping.
“I’m going to cum.”
Ginny still wasn’t stopping.
“Fuck!”
Ginny could feel the boy cumming but she still wasn’t stopping and she didn’t stop until he was finally done and it was only then that Ginny finally pulled back.
“That was fantastic!”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“Liked it? I loved it.”
“So what are you going to tell your girlfriend,” Ginny asked after she’d stepped out of the car.
“Huh?”
“You going to tell her what you did? You going to tell her how you let a hooker suck you off?”
“I can’t do that.”
“So are you going to stop asking her to give you blow jobs then?”
“I can’t do that either. They’re great.”
“Seems like you have a problem then.”
“A problem?”
“How do you convince her to give you a blow job now that you know how great they are but now that you can’t tell her how you know what you know.”
“Yeah. Say, could you help me—”
“It’s not my problem.”
“But—”
“I’ve got your fifty bucks. That was my problem but I’m done now.”
“Yeah, but—”
“You really ought to move along now before people start to think that the only reason you stopped here was to get your cock sucked by some lowly hooker.”
The boy stayed where he was for a moment longer but then he realized that there wasn’t really a reason to stick around and that’s when he finally drove off.
“So how’d it go?” Linda asked after the guy was gone.
“How’d what go?”
“How’d it go with your friend there? I see you sucked his cock.”
She could have denied it, Ginny thought, but what would have been the point. “Yeah,” she said, “I did.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“And what’d you get?”
“I got fifty bucks.”
“That’s it? That’s all that one of your blow jobs is worth?”
“Lay off of me. It’s my first time.”
“Sure, I can lay off of you but what about our master. He’s going to expect more out of you.”
“I’ll do better next time.”
“You better.”
“I will. I’ll do better.”
And yet for all of her assurances, as Ginny roamed the sidewalks looking for her next customer, she wasn’t actually sure if she really was going to do better.
Another car pulled to the curb and once more, Ginny approached a car’s open window. She leaned over and looked inside. The driver looked distinguished with white hair and a white mustache. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” the man said. “I suppose that all depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“I suppose it depends on whether I can fuck you in the ass.”
No, Ginny wanted to say. No. She didn’t want that, only before she could say that, she heard the bells ringing. She might not want it but did it really matter what she wanted or was it all about what her master wanted. The bells were ringing louder now.
“Well?”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You mean you’ll let me fuck you in the ass?”
“Yeah. I mean I’ll let you fuck me in the ass, but it’s going to cost you.”
“A hundred for a straight fuck,” Ginny said, “but if you want to stick it in my ass, it’s going to cost you four.”
“Four hundred? Are you kidding?”
“Not at all.”
“That’s too rich for my blood.”
“Are you sure? Remember, you’re the one who picked me. You must have seen something you liked.”
“Yeah, well—”
“Was it my butt? Was that what you saw?”
“Yeah.”
Ginny wasn’t even sure why she was doing what she was doing anymore. She was just doing it. She was just acting on instinct but she was turning her body around and she was pressing her butt up against the open window. She looked back at the man inside the car. “Is this what you want?” she asked. “Do you want this butt?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“I’ll bet you want me to pull my shorts down or better yet, you can do it. It would be so easy to do and then there’d just be my panties. I’m not really wearing all that much in the way of panties. Just a thong really. Can you imagine that?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned again.
“And just imagine, if you took my panties down, then you’d have my ass all to yourself. You do want my ass, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“All you got to do is get it.”
“Yeah, but four hundred—”
“Come on, Baby. You know you want it.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Don’t say ‘yeah, but,’” Ginny said. “Instead, why don’t you just say yeah to my butt.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, Baby. Ple-e-e-ease.”
“Can’t you give me a break on the price?”
“Baby, no. I’m going to give you everything you want and all you have to do to get it is to do just one thing. All you have to do is give me what I want.”
“Four hundred dollars?”
“That’s it, Baby, and Baby?”
“Yeah.”
“I can do something for you if you want.”
“What?”
“I can give you a freebie.”
“A freebie?”
“Yeah, you’ve got a free hand, don’t you?”
“Yeah?”
“Why don’t you slide it over here and grab a feel of my ass, just so you’ll know what you’ll be missing if you don’t do it.”
“You’re sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Okay,” the man said and he reached out to feel Ginny’s bottom.
“Well?”
“It is nice.”
“Oh it’s more than nice.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, but it’ll cost you four hundred dollars to find out for sure.”
“Damn.”
“Come on, Baby. Look at my ass. You know you want to fuck it.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So don’t you deserve to have your dick inside an ass like this?”
“Fuck.”
“Baby?”
“Get in.”
“What?”
“Get in the fucking car.”
“Anything you say, Baby,” and with that, Ginny climbed into the man’s car.
He drove the two of them two a motel and it wasn’t long before the two of them were in a room. “Baby, there’s something you need to do before we get started.”
“What?”
“You need to pay me.”
“What?”
“You have to pay me, Baby. You have to pay to play.”
“Fuck.”
“You said you would,” Ginny reminded him.
“Four hundred?”
“Yes, Baby.”
The man sighed but he pulled out his wallet and he counted out the bills. “There you go,” he said. “Now, let’s get to it.”
“Whatever you say, Baby,” Ginny said, “but first ...”
“First?”
Ginny’s hands found their way to the front of the man’s pants. “First, we need to get you out of these clothes.”
“Yeah.”
“Take off your shirt, Baby, while I take these off,” Ginny said even as her hands worked at the man’s belt.
Ginny took his pants down and his underwear too and then her fingers wrapped themselves around his cock. “Ooh, Baby, you’re so big,” she lied.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Mmm, Baby, I can’t wait to get you inside me, but Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Baby, I want you to sit on the bed.”
The man did as he was told to do and Ginny faced him as she straddled his legs.
“The first thing you need to do, Baby, is you need to take my shorts down. Can you do that, Baby?
The man opened her shorts and he pulled them down around her thighs.
“Mmm, Baby, that’s good. Now my thong. Can you take that down, too?”
He took her panties down, too.
Ginny removed her top as she continued to straddle the man’s legs. “Do you see my pussy, Baby? You own that. Did you know that? You own my pussy. Do you want to know what else you own?”
“What?”
“You own my ass.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You should feel it. After all, you bought it. You bought my ass.”
The man reached around Ginny and his hands grabbed her cheeks and then one of those hands gave her ass a smack.
“Oh yeah. That’s it, Baby. Smack your ass.”
The man gave her ass a smack and then just for good measure, he smacked her ass again.
“Oh yeah, Baby. That’s it. Smack your ass. Smack it good.”
The man smacked her cheeks again and then once more and once more again.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Baby?”
“Yeah.”
“You know what else feels good?”
“What?”
Ginny slid off of the man’s lap and then she knelt before him and she took his cock in her hand. “It feels good when I do this.”
The man groaned as Ginny’s mouth slid over his cock. “Fuck!”
Up and down Ginny’s mouth went and all the while, her tongue was licking the man’s shaft.
“Fuck,” the man groaned again and just when it seemed as if he wasn’t going to be able to hold back a moment longer, Ginny pulled back and she looked up at the man. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” she said.
“Yeah.”
“So are you going to fuck me or not?”
“Fuck. You know you’re playing with fire teasing me like that, don’t you?”
“What?” Ginny asked with as much innocence as she could muster.
“Fuck. You want to play it that way then fine. Up on the bed and get on your hands and knees.”
Ginny mounted the bed just as she’d been told to do.
“You want to get fucked,” the man told her, then fine, you’re going to get fucked.”
Ginny moaned as she felt the man’s cock enter her cunt.
“Damn,” the man groaned. “Damn. This feels so good.”
“I’m glad, Baby. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me, good.”
The man groaned.
“It feels so good, Baby. It feels so good when you fuck me. Oh my God. I want you to cum, Baby. Cum in my pussy.”
The man just kept fucking her.
“Cum in me, Baby,” Ginny pleaded. “Cum in my pussy.”
The man pulled back and then he was sliding all the way out.
“No,” Ginny wailed. “I need you to fuck me.”
But then as she felt his cock pressing up against her tightest hole, she realized he wasn’t going anywhere at all.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “That’s it. Fuck that ass. Fuck it good.”
He was certainly doing that and he certainly didn’t really need any prompting from Ginny to make him do it.
“I love it when you fuck my ass,” Ginny wailed.
“I’m going to cum,” the man announced.
“I want you to,” Ginny moaned.
“Oh fuck.”
“I want you to cum for me,” Ginny moaned. “Cum in me. Cum for your whore.”
“Fuck.”
“Do it. Cum for your whore.”
The man groaned as his cock erupted in Ginny’s ass.
“Oh yeah, Baby. That’s so good. Give it to me. Give me all you’ve got.”
It was some time later and after the man had given her another hundred bucks, Ginny had let him cum in her pussy but now she was finally dressed again and ready to go. “You going to take me back?”
“W-what?”
“To the lane where you picked me up? You going to take me back there?”
“I’m worn out.”
“So I’ll take that as a no.”
“I told you, I’m worn out. Take a cab.”
“What? And use up the money you gave me? No way.”
“I gave you four hundred bucks.”
“Yeah and I earned every one of those dollars and I’m not blowing a single one of those on cab fare.”
“I don’t know what to say then.”
“You know what? You’re right. I will take a cab.” Ginny went to the man’s pants and she pulled out his wallet, “but you’re going to pay for the ride, buster,” and with that, she turned and walked away.
Linda was there and watching when the cab finally dropped Ginny off back in the lane. “So did you do it?” Linda asked.
“I did.”
“And?”
“And I got five hundred dollars.”
“Five hundred dollars,” said Linda. “For what?!”
“Four for my ass and another hun for my pussy.”
“For your what?”
“For my ass and my pussy. I took four hundred dollars to let that guy fuck me in my ass.”
For once, Ginny thought, Linda finally looked impressed. “Well now,” she said, “I am impressed and I’m sure our master will be as well. Who knew that someone would pay you four hundred bucks for your ass.”
Yeah, Ginny thought, and you know what. My ass was worth every penny of it.