YV's Vice Den ~ You know you wanna.

[your_vice]

Taylor's face flamed and her eyes hardened with anger, she couldn't help it. Just hearing the name of her beautiful daughter falling from the lips of a man like Kline was obscene. It turned her stomach. Mia would follow in her footsteps over Taylor's cold dead body but she couldn't say that to Kline because he would likely have no problem with that.

She flinched as his cigarette ash hit her skin and again as the door closed, sealing her in this room with a man she feared, even loathed but could never say no to.

“Well don’t just stand there gawking you simple bitch, come show me that you’re still whore enough to keep your job.” He snapped. Taylor tossed her towel into the bathroom and grabbed a little PVC bustier from her wardrobe. She wrapped it around her slender ribcage, under her tits and pulled the zipper closed until it was snug beneath her hastily constructed cleavage. A matching thong with a small zipper in the front completed her look. There was no time for stockings and she really didn't need any.

"I've been doing my job." She pointed out. "You could give me a heads up and some time to get ready but you never bother. Maybe I should have skipped the shower and smelled of the last guy's sweat and cum. I bet a sick fuck like you would have loved that."

His eyes narrowed but Taylor wasn't concerned. This was how the game was played with Kline. He deliberately riled her up and her job was to say something foolish so he could punish her for it and call her all the dumb cunts under the sun.

"You better pay me good for this." She said, her voice dropping an octave and becoming more conspiratorial. "I got to get my baby an electrified chastity belt for Christmas."

Taylor approached him slowly. She always found it really difficult to move within Kline's reach. While she kept her distance and they circled each other she could kid herself that she still had a choice in the matter.

"You're wearing a rubber too." She added, something she knew he hated. "I don't want your stinking cock inside me. You must be the biggest slut here."

She felt the adrenaline kick into her veins and knew her eyes were glazing slightly. The only way she could handle the manner in which she earned her cash was to distance herself from whoring with a wall of hypersensation. It made her very good at what she did because she lived completely in the moment but when it came to men like Kline, it cushioned her somewhat from the pain and humiliation he needed to inflict in order to get off.

 

[LitShark]

Kline’s lips twisted into a disgusted sneer as Taylor made demands and set terms for her use. The slut ought to have known better by now, or maybe she was just as eager to relearn her place as he was to put her back in it. She dressed in her whorish clothes and paced a slow circle around the room just out of grasp, delaying the inevitable.

The elderly man lashed out suddenly, taking her by surprise and tackling her to the carpet. He raised his arm high above his head and brought his palm down swiftly on her breast, the loud smack through her tight fitting plastic bustier. His hand clamped down tightly as his other hand delivered a solid punch to her stomach.

“You stupid fucking slut. I’m in charge around here, you ought to know that much by now.” Kline sneered, lowering a knee onto her inner thigh and leaning his weight on that point. “But some stupid cunts don’t learn well, so I guess that means I ought to teach you again.”

With that, Kline spat in Taylor’s face, coating her freshly made up face in a thick layer of spattered saliva.

“If you don’t start figuring this shit out soon, I’ll have to give Mia some lessons.”

 

[your_vice]

Her back hit the floor, knocking the wind out of her and moments later Kline delivered a stinging slap to her tit. Taylor flailed on the floor open-mouthed, unable to catch her breath and Kline's dark eyes glittered with victory as he compounded her asphyxia by landing a hard punch to her stomach. Taylor doubled up over his fist, crumpling like a rag doll as her painted face turned purple.

“You stupid fucking slut. I’m in charge around here, you ought to know that much by now.” He growled, flipping Taylor onto her back and pressing a knee into her thigh. “But some stupid cunts don’t learn well, so I guess that means I ought to teach you again.”

Just as Taylor finally managed to pull air into her stricken lungs, Kline spat in her face, coating her make-up with viscous saliva and occluding her throat once more, making her cough and gag until she had swallowed it. Taylor's back arched as the room spun around her. She was half gone already and Kline was not the kind of man who let a girl zone out on him when he wanted to hear her scream.

“If you don’t start figuring this shit out soon, I’ll have to give Mia some lessons.”

Just like that, she was back in the room as though he had doused her with ice cold water. Comments about Mia were about the only thing Taylor always remained 100% susceptible to. She glared up at him, her lip curling with hatred. She knew what he was doing and why he was doing it but that didn't change the fact it was a cheap fucking shot.

"You keep wearing her name out like that and I will cut your tongue out of your head." Taylor hissed recklessly, too high on adrenaline, pain and O2 deprivation to watch her mouth.