Epilogue

Eventually, COVID became endemic, and the world opened up again. Employees were ushered back into offices, and people rushed to make up for lost time, frequenting bars, restaurants, and other establishments.

Along with five other whores, Charlotte stood naked inside the display cage at Victoria’s brothel, waiting for customers. It was ten thirty on a Friday night, and despite having drained balls for five hours straight, she was brimming with energy, pushing out her breasts to attract the men browsing the merchandise. Her pubic tattoo – “Whore #27” in large, bold letters – identified her as part of the permanent crew.

She still worked days as a software engineer, but the nights she spent here. A few weeks into this new job, she had given up her apartment and moved into a small basement room at the brothel. The office was just a fifteen-minute ride by bus, and considering that she worked most nights, it significantly shortened her commute time.

Talia, a busty tax accountant and Whore #16, gave her a friendly slap on the ass. “Do you think Noah’s still coming? I haven’t done a two-girl show in a while. I’d eat your cunt while he fucks mine.”

“Nope,” Charlotte said, cupping her breasts for another customer. “He’s away on business. He’s probably fucking his way through another whorehouse right now.”

“That sucks. Okay.”

Charlotte stepped up to the bars to let an older guy handle her tits. He seemed impressed, but everyone lined up in the cage was pretty enough, making it hard for some to choose.

He stepped aside to continue his evaluation with Mia, the shit-for-brains investment banker. After an extended show with the Colossus, her asshole still hung open, dripping lube on the floor between her feet.

Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice talking to Victoria.

Aidan? Oh my fucking God!

She took a step back, spine instantly rigid, and stared at the ground, trying to hide her face by draping her long hair in front of her.

When he walked over, Victoria joined him in front of the cage. “This is my cheap stock,” she said. “Amateur pussy that I picked up during the pandemic. I let them handle the activities you asked about – take a shit on you, rub it on themselves, the works. But we keep them cleaned out, so you’ll have to book that in advance.”

“Amateurs, you say. But are they… good?”

“Yeah, yeah, they know what they’re doing. They have fucked and sucked thousands of cocks, and they do these sessions all the time. Some have busted assholes, though.” Victoria absentmindedly pinched Mia’s nipple, making the woman flinch and leak more lube from her ruined ass. “Don’t worry about it. Just pick one and we’ll keep her plugged for a few days. She’ll have plenty of shit to play with. But for tonight, if you just want to fuck one in the ass, you’ll get a better experience with someone from upstairs.”

Hoping the earth would open and swallow her up, Charlotte held her breath. Yes, she was prone to accidents, but thanks to the Colossus, lodged inside her ass during the day, her professional life at the office wasn’t impacted.

“I recommend this one,” she heard Victoria say. “Thinks she’s smart because she can do things with a computer. But around here, she’s just three warm holes to fuck, like the rest of this trailer park trash. Isn’t that right, my dear?”

Charlotte’s own voice was barely above a whisper. “Yes, Ms. Victoria.”

“Oh,” Aidan said, now standing directly in front of her. “Hey, Charlotte. Fancy seeing you here.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

She swallowed hard. “Hello, Aidan.”

Victoria chuckled. “You two know each other? Now that’s interesting.”

“We do.”, Aidan said, grinning like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. “We work together. On the same team, even.”

“Isn’t that sweet. How is it, working with her?”

He gnawed his lip. “To be honest, she used to be the biggest bitch on earth. Great at her job, don’t get me wrong, but an evil witch like you wouldn’t believe. It improved a lot, though.”

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that.” Victoria reached through the steel bars, pulling Charlotte forward by her nipple. “Show yourself to your colleague. Spread your legs you little slut, come on.”

Charlotte’s face couldn’t have been redder. She parted her legs slightly and put her hands behind her head, pushing out her breasts. Aidan took his time looking her over from head to toe, and the bulge at the front of his jeans left little doubt that he approved of what he saw.

Like many, the man had gained weight during the pandemic, and Charlotte was fairly sure he had never stepped into a gym in his life. He was a bearded wannabe hipster in his early thirties and definitely not her type. For whatever reason, neither her cunt nor her nipples had gotten the memo.

“Not bad,” he said finally, like a customer inspecting a minivan at a car dealership. “I know it’s inappropriate, but I always wanted to see you naked. Your tits are even better than I imagined.”

“Look,” Victoria said, scooping up some of the wetness seeping out of Charlotte’s cunt, “that horny slut likes you. She’s already juicing up.”

“And how did you meet during the pandemic?” Aidan asked. “I mean, places like this were on lockdown.”

Victoria shrugged. “She was one of my online sluts. I broke her in, gave her a proper whore’s training.” She grinned, inserting two fingers into Charlotte’s sopping cunt. “When she worked from home, she stuffed her holes with fake cocks and other stuff. But what she loved most was shitting herself and sitting in a dirty diaper for hours.”

“Really?” Aidan asked, staring at Charlotte. “You did dirty stuff like that?”

“Y-yes,” Charlotte said, shuddering.

“Wow!” He exhaled, shaking his head. “That is so fucking hot! All these times we were on video calls, you were actually sitting in a diaper full of shit?”

“Not all the time,” Victoria said. “Half the week I had her in a chastity belt with a butt plug locked inside her.” She showed the size with her hands. “Big stuff. That slut was barely able to walk. She’s a masochist and addicted to cock. The worse you treat her, the hornier she gets.”

Aidan swallowed. “Is that true?”

“Yes,” Charlotte said, unable to keep her fingers from her engorged clit.

“I’ll give you a little preview.” Victoria crossed her arms. “Go ahead and piss for your colleague, Charlotte. Show him what a dirty bitch you are.”

Charlotte drew a ragged breath. It was too late anyway. Tomorrow, the whole office is gonna know. At least I still have this job, and the rent is cheap.

Pissing or shitting in front of an audience was nothing out of the ordinary. Tamed and obedient like the rest of the merchandise, she would do whatever they asked. And defying an order from Victoria was unthinkable anyway.

Both Victoria and Aidan took a step back as she released her bladder, relieving the pressure she had felt for the last hour. A small, steady stream of golden urine ran down her legs and pooled on the tiles at her feet.

For a moment, Aidan was speechless. “I’ll be damned. She really did it!”

“Of course. She’ll lick it up too, if you want. They all will.”

“That… uh… that won’t be necessary. I’ll take her for an hour.” He pulled out his wallet. “Don’t worry, Charlotte. I’ll keep your little secret if you keep mine.”

She looked up. “You will?”

He nodded. “I’ve come to like working with you, and I think there’s still a lot I can learn from you. Just keep in mind that I’m doing my best, okay?”