9 comments/ 65515 views/ 16 favorites The Laywer & The Whore By: TheDarkCloud Christina Wilson switched off her computer and gave her large desk one last tidy before reaching for her briefcase. The petite, blonde, 25 year old lawyer allowed herself a self satisfied smirk as she considered her first month with the Firm, much better than her previous job. She pulled on her long, expensive coat and turned off her light before clicking her heels down the long corridor towards the elevator. The noise of her heels echoed in the building, most of the other workers had gone home but Christina liked working late and besides with no boyfriend what did she have to hurry home for? She got in her sports car and sped off from the underground car park, racing into the harsh lights of the city at night. At a whim she took the long route back to her home and cruised right past the emerging ladies of the night, the line up of streetwalking whores on Dock Street. Christina watched the poor, deluded, desperate women touting their bodies and felt not an ounce of sympathy for them. Fuck them, if they weren't strong enough to survive and get on in life then that is what became of you. Smirking, the blonde pulled up at a red light and was allowed the perfect view of a girl touting for business right at the corner in front of her. She obviously had a pretty decent body, maybe only a few years older than Christina and dressed like a real slut in fishnets, a bra top, heels and a tiny skirt. But only when the lights turned and Christina passed her did she recognize the girl. She almost did a comic double take and only barely avoided stalling her high powered vehicle. "My god! That's Britney! Britney Blake!" She spoke the exclamation out loud to herself and carried on driving slowly down the street almost on auto pilot as her mind raced. Britney Blake! She and Christina had been such rivals. They had been in the same year at Law School and developed a rivalry early that had quickly become both personal and intense. Both blondes were extremely ambitious and desperate to get on in their lives and careers. The fact both girls were young, sexy and blonde might have drawn them together but rather it made them wary of the other as if the classes and profession would not be big enough to accommodate both. Of course, their backgrounds did not help. While Christina's parents were fairly well off and happily married, Britney was the product of a broken home and her academic abilities alone had propelled her from 'trailer park trash' (as Christina liked to describe her) to high academia. They seemed always to be in competition and it was alarming even, when one got a major achievement the other usually topped it within weeks, and in fact it seemed to drive both on to excellence. Both had started their legal careers around the same time and while their paths took them to different firms they still crossed swords a few more times in cases until suddenly Britney had dropped completely off the scene. With her new job Christina had not really cared, after all she had grown and had bigger fish to fry than Britney. Greater challenges to overcome but she did hear some rumours. Britney, it seemed, had fallen in with a unsavoury guy and, against better judgement, moved in with him. Apparently (according to one of Christina's gossip hungry friends), Britney had started messing up at work, turning up late, drinking and the final straw had been the discovery of her in possession of hash in the office and she had been, very discretely, fired. That had been the last Christina had heard of her rival until this amazing discovery. The young lawyer circled the block in her car as a kinky idea surfaced in her mind and the sensible side tried (but failed) to suppress it. Wouldn't it be too sweet, too delicious, too ironic, if Christina was to pick Britney up and hire her services? The possibilities to humiliate the one girl that had bugged her for so long and so gotten under her skin, reduced to whoring her (admittedly sexy) body out and to her enemy. Delicious! And Christina was so impetuous and impulsive that she would do such a thing, completely ignoring the inherent risks of someone like her stopping in the red light district. She made the circuit then slowly cruised back up to the junction, stopping directly across from the girl which Christina was one hundred percent certain was Britney Blake. Christina bit her lip as she watched the prostitute stroll sexily towards her, eventually her top half disappearing while Christina concentrated on the trashy fish net stockings and even trashier white stilettos. Then suddenly Britney's face was at the rolled down window, most of her cleavage showing her fulsome, buxom, young breasts. Her voice filled the car, interrupted by chews on her stale chewing gum. "You looking for business, honey?" That sealed it. Christina would recognise that cheap, trailer park trash, Southern accent anywhere - no doubt it was Britney Blake. Christina could hardly hide the glee in her voice, apparently her old college rival had not recognised her. Maybe no surprise when you considered the spaced out look on her face. "Yeah, hop in babe. I'll give you $500 dollars to come back to my place and have some fun with me." There was no hesitation. Christina hadn't quite known what type of money to offer or exactly what to say so had settled for that and apparently it had been enough. Britney just nodded and opened the door and got in beside the young lawyer. The two girls turned to look into each others eyes, Christina's pristine eyes taking in the somewhat faded looks of her young rival and the ever present chewing of gum. Britney just looked at her and wondered why her client wasn't driving straight off. Her hand shaking slightly, Christina slid the gear shift into place and the sports car headed off into the night and whatever it held for them both. Christina's house was a in a fairly affluent area of town. The house itself could easily be described as luxurious and she could scarce afford it even on her lawyers wages, however, her Daddy had kicked in with a healthy deposit that meant the banks were that bit easier about such a young girl having such a huge mortgage. She slid the car easily into the built in garage and indicated for her paid for whore (she had dug the cash from he purse at a stop light a mile from her home and handed it over to Britney) to get out as she exited the car herself. The prostitute still gave no indication at all of recognising her client and followed in an uneasy silence as Christina led her up from the garage and into the modern, well furnished house. She headed straight to her large bedroom, not really wanting to sully her living room with the things she was probably about to do. All the time Christina had been driving back, and then the time she had been walking in silence she had been thinking about what she really wanted to do. Had she already achieved it? She had wanted to see that the girl she had been so competitive in college had sunk to this depth and had seen it up close. But she had spent $500 for the privilege and only really now did she consider that she had paid for the girls services (sexual or otherwise, she supposed) and it struck her frugal mind that having paid that kind of money she really ought to get full value for it or at least enjoy herself tonight. Besides which, she could feel her pussy was wet and she had always been curious when friends had discussed lesbians or being with a woman. She closed the bedroom door behind Britney and turned to face her. As the door clicked shut, suddenly Christina was overcome with a wave of doubt. Her eyes met those of her former rival and for the briefest moment she was sure that this had been a terrible mistake, that she would regret this impulse but it quickly passed, she was after all a supremely confident, successful young lawyer and like many of that ilk and age thought herself indestructible. Asserting herself again, she gave a wicked smile, strode purposefully up to her $500 worth of night entertainment and used her sharpest tone to address Britney. As she spoke she felt a sudden surge of adrenaline course through her body, there were no concerns now, just the addictive mixture of power and sexuality. "Right, let's get started. I'm paying over the odds for you anyway, aren't I? I bet I could have bought you for nearer $100, or maybe even less. Yes, that's it, we'll start with you telling me exactly what a cheap whore you really are. Tell me exactly how cheap, ten dollar maybe?!" That set the tone, and any doubts Christina may have harboured were long gone now. She was loud and proud, and most definitely in complete control. And Britney, it soon became apparent, had learned very quickly that when you were in the prostitution game you gave the client exactly what they wanted. She looked away, seemingly unable to maintain her initially challenging eye contact and spoke. "I'm a ten dollar whore." It was music to Christina's ears. "Yes you are, and I always knew you were – even in college. Now let's really get going, why don't you remove all that slutty clothing And if Christina was swiftly reverting to type so to was Britney. She nodded in acquiescence to her instructions and with barely a break of her stride she began to disrobe. Very quickly it became apparent to Christina that although the intervening months of decay and decline in lifestyle had taken a mental toll on her contemporary it had had little, if any, adverse affect on her physical condition. When the cheap, white, lacy top was simply discarded it was clear that she had retained her ample, curvy, breasts (actually it was bigger than what Christina remembered, not so fondly, from their college days). Perhaps also recalling Christina's jealousy from before or maybe just because she had such a flat chest in comparison, Britney took her time to cup her boobs and hold them out towards her, almost mockingly. All she got in return was an impatient point from Christina's fingers, the direction and movement very definitely indicating that she wanted the rest off quick smart! Britney had no problems with that and within seconds she had cast off her shockingly small mini skirt and stockings and literally peeled off her black panties, leaving her stark naked as Christina had instructed. Christina was intrigued to discover that Britney's pussy was shaved completely bald, while she was by no means hirsute herself it was quite an unusual feeling for her to be standing just feet from another woman's smooth pussy. She wanted to touch it but for the moment resisted the urge. She had, rather, thought of something else she wanted to do. From her handbag on her dresser she produced her purse and peeled off one more note, a $10 by coincidence and before casting it to the floor between herself and her whore she crumpled I slightly. Then, with a self satisfied smirk, she addressed Britney. "Let's have a little more warm up fun. Well fun for me that is! What I want you to do right now is to get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here, stopping to pick up that $10 on the way, with your mouth - that means no hands! Ok, get going!" Oh, now this was fun, thought Christina as she watched her former rival do as instructed. This was exciting, a real turn on. She couldn't help but let her fingers move under the hem of her own skirt and pull her panties aside to flick at her now wet clit as she watched Britney act just like her pet dog. When she reached Christina she plucked the note from between Britney's teeth and without missing a beat shoved it down the front of her skirt and into her own panties. "You want to earn it? Then you better retrieve it, and again, no hands allowed!" Starting to really lose her self control now the young lawyer aided her by rapidly dispensing with her jacket, blouse and shoes to stand over the prostitute in nothing more than her bra, panties (the bill poking out from the side of them) and stockings. This had all turned so serious so quickly and now all Christina wanted in the world was to feel Britney's tongue probing between her legs. "Come on, you get it then you can keep it, let's just say it's a little extra to your bill!" What a thrill barking those words out gave her, and that itself nothing compared to the rush of the whore actually doing it. Actually crawling naked towards her and stretching up to nuzzle her nose at Christina's pussy lips and snatch the note from inside! God she could feel her pussy soak with excitement. "Seeing as you are down there, why don't you take my panties off? Still using no hands and you'd better not mark me with those whore teeth!" Again the feeling of power overwhelmed her to near climax as she felt her former rival's teeth struggle for grip of the hem of her expensive panties. She moaned softly and her legs buckled slightly as the prostitute pulled her panties down to her knees and then to her ankles, allowing her to step out of them. "Put them in your mouth Britney, I want to see you lick my juices from the gusset!" Britney, for her part, did not waver a moment and gathered the discarded knickers up and eagerly slurped at them before pushing them all the way inside her mouth. She was obviously eager to please her employer for the night. But Christina needed more than just watching the whore in action, she needed physical touch by now and reached out to cup the back of Britney's head and pulled her right into her crotch. "Come on, lick me out, make me cum over your face!" It quickly became evident to Christina that this was not the first cunt that Britney had licked as she expertly used her lips and tongue to send wild sexual feelings shooting through her pussy as the hooker licked and entered her with her practised tongue. She varied from hard and forceful to soft and gentle without warning and each change of pace brought greater feelings from her client, then she used her fingers at Christina's sopping wet hole and the effect was magnetic. The lithe, blonde lawyer screamed like a baby and squealed with delight as Britney thrust her fingers inside her and rubbed her clit harder than it had ever been rubbed before. Christina only just had enough wits about her to grab Britney's hair and push her face into her crotch as her pussy gushed forth a fountain of cum all over Britney's face. Christina was spent and somehow mustered the strength in her legs to make it over to her bed and collapse atop it. That had been incredible, a genuinely amazing orgasm and looking over at Britney covered in her glistening juices only made more intense. But she was tired now and slowly a thought began to nag at her. She had spent $500 on this and could surely do more for that kind of money, but did she really want to. Almost as if to buy her time to get her mind straight she spoke to Britney. "You play with yourself, I want to watch that. And leave that stuff on your face, it looks good there." Obediently, Britney reached her right hand down to her pussy and began to rub, she had not been able to prevent herself get a little turned on herself as she had played with Christina and this would be a good chance to relieve it. But she did not get far before Christina interrupted again. A wave of guilt had suddenly hit her and she was tired of her night's plaything, suddenly she just wanted the prostitute out of her bedroom, out of her house and out of her life. It had been fun, sure but she did not want to be reminded of it. She just wanted the night to be over now. Harshly, she told Britney to get dressed and get the hell out, to go down the street and get a taxi and just get away. She didn't allow Britney to finish fingering herself off and almost bundled her out of the house as soon as she was clothed. Afterwards, with the door closed and the day almost over Christina took a long, hot bubble bath and while she luxuriated cursed the wasted cash. Yes, it had been fun seeing what depths Britney had sunk to, to literally rub it in her face how she had fallen behind Christina but the businesswoman in her was in charge now and she cursed the money she had offered her, no doubt she would have done it for cheaper, no doubt. * The next morning Christina awoke with a warm glow rising inside her. Yes, on reflection, in the cold light of day last night had been a pretty stupid, pointless thing to do. Dangerous too, who knows what types might have been hanging around that place when she had returned to pick up Britney. But it had been fun. Exciting, a real thrill and last night when they had got back to her house had been something else entirely. Something wild that she had really gotten off on. But, as she dressed, she decided that there it would end. It had been expensive too, as well as risky and nothing was ever likely to replicate the first time she had so sexually dominated her former college rival. She felt refreshed and alive as she showered and dressed and made it into her office that morning – all was well in her world for sure. And then that all came crashing to a mighty stop when she turned into her corridor and saw that standing outside her office door, remonstrating with one of the secretaries, who evidently would not grant her access to Christina's office, was the self same Britney. Dressed as she had been last night and looking for all the world the cheap hooker she now was. Christina hurried along the corridor, quickly calming the flustered secretary down with rushed reassurances and nearly frog-marched Britney into her office and shut the door behind her, aware that with the glass panels she could not afford to loose her cool in this situation. She almost pushed Britney into the clients' seat and quickly sat down in her own leather chair. "What the Hell are you doing here? How did you know where I worked?" And here, to Christina's mounting confusion and concern her old rival suddenly looked an awful lot more compos mentis than she had appeared to be the previous night. Her eyes a whole lot clearer, her voice so much more stronger and her actions much more forceful. Without answering the lawyers question she reached into her handbag and produced a small Dictaphone type machine that clearly replayed the conversation they had had at that street corner the night before. Christina lost all the colour in her face as she listened. Before Christina could say anything Britney produced a brown envelope from her handbag (did she have that last night? Christina couldn't remember) and dropped it on the desk, out spilled a pile of photographs, in black and white of Christina in her car, stopping at the corner, with Britney leaning in and finally with her getting in. Clearly they had been taken from the opposite side of the street last night and as clear was Christina's car number plate and, in later pictures zoomed in a bit, her face. Desperate to say something at least, to get some kind of foothold in this the lawyer blurted out. "Who took these?!" "Don't you worry about that Christina honey. A friend maybe? Maybe my employer when I work there, just a little insurance to keep me safe and sound. Doesn't really matter does it? Between them and this tape and the fact I could be able to give a completely accurate description of your bedroom, you should be in no doubt that I could tell the whole world - or at least the city's legal profession, certainly including this office – that you, Christina Wilson like to cruise the red light zone, pick up hookers and have dirty, nasty sex with them. Should do wonders for your career, shouldn't it?" From the moment that she had come along the corridor and seen Britney outside her office door, Christina had suspected that it would be blackmail she wanted, there could be no doubt now. Thinking back to what had gone on last night, she doubted that Britney would show much leniency or compassion to any sort of plea. Better just try to buy her way out of it because, lets face it, there was no way on earth she could allow this to go public, her career, her life, everything that she worked so hard for would certainly be flushed away. The Laywer & The Whore "OK then, how much do you want? How much to give me those and disappear? Another 500? Is that it?" A knowing smile, a brush of her dirty blonde hair and a hint of a wink was all that came from Britney as she ignored the question and shuffled the pictures back into the envelope. Only once they were all safely back inside and she felt Christina had waited long enough did she answer. "You'll find honey, that I'm not so cheap for second appointments! I'll tell you tonight anyway, I can see you've got a busy office here and must have lots of high powered lawyer work to be getting on with, I certainly don't miss it, I can tell you that! So what I'll do for you, as a favour, is take off, let you get on. All you have to do is come to this address tonight." She handed Christina a scrap of paper with an address roughly scribbled upon it. As Christina read it she pressed on. "But for doing that favour for you, for not embarrassing you here in you place of work you can do me a favour." "What?" Christina wasn't quite taking this all in, how had everything happened so quickly? She was somewhat dazed. Britney moved around the desk to stand right up against Christina. "I want you to reach under that smart business skirt and to take off your panties and give them to me. Do that and I'll go quietly, for now." Cornered, feeling trapped and hurried Christina had no immediate come back and just to get the prostitute out of her office (God, was Mr. Tomms, her immediate boss looking at them?) she found herself sitting down and doing exactly as instructed. The irony of the role reversal from last night was not immediately apparent to her. At least she had worn a longish skirt today, reaching to just below her knees, still it was embarrassing enough to have this trashy whore stand over her as she reached up and struggled out of her lace panties. She surreptitiously handed them to Britney who smiled and stuffed them in her handbag, and said before leaving. "Be there at eight tonight. Who knows you might even get these back." * It was five minutes to seven of what had proven to be a truly terrible day. After Britney had finally left (with Christina's panties as a trophy in her handbag), her boss had stormed in and demanded to know who that had been and why she was causing disturbance in his perfectly ordered office. Thankfully, it appeared that due to her desk no one had seen that she had given the whore her knickers, but she couldn't be sure. Christina had regained her composure enough to claim that it was related to one of her cases and that the girl had claimed to have witnessed something pertinent to the case but it had turned out to be a lie. Mr Tomms had been calmed by this but still Christina knew how close she had been to being discovered and it made her all the more determined to do whatever it took to keep last night a secret. The only problem was, what would it take? She could not help but torment herself with thoughts throughout the rest of the day. A restless afternoon had followed a fraught morning, she was barely able to concentrate upon her work and when finally she had stopped for the day it was both a blessing and a curse. She sat in her car looking at the flat that was the address Britney had given her. She so did not want to go in there, nothing good could ever result from it. Yet it was inevitable, there was no way she would allow all that she had worked and studied for to be ruined by a wild impulse by her. At least the area of town was slightly better than where she had picked up Britney last night, still hardly fashionable but she should be able to leave her car here at least. On shaking legs (and feeling the night air rush up her skirt) she got out of the car and headed to the building, timidly entering the foyer and buzzing the bell to the flat she had been told to. Britney answered immediately and told her to come on up. There was menace of some sort in her voice to Christina's ears. The flat was sparse but seemingly habitable and Britney brought her through into a living room that was furnished with only a TV and a couch. Christina launched into a hurried and desperate plea, with promises of cash and more if she could only buy Britney silence (and the physical evidence), she was sure it would be enough. It wasn't. Britney instead ignored her protestations and reasoning and pointed to a pile of clothing on her sofa. "Put those on." Stymied, Christina moved over to inspect the pile and was aghast at what she found. "But these are.. But these are..." "Whores clothes? Yes, that's the point, bitch! Last night you had your fun with me, tonight's my turn, that and a couple of grand from you will get my silence! Stop looking at them like that and get them on, here! Now get out of that nice, expensive business outfit and get into these because you're going to go down to that self same spot you picked me up last night and I'm going to do the same to you tonight!" "You want me to do what?! No fucking way! You must be mad." "You did it to me, so I want to do it to you. Simple really. And not up for discussion, you either do it or you don't. Pay the money and act as MY whore tonight or have me make sure the relevant people find out about what you really like." * The heels were ridiculous. This whole thing was ridiculous. How on earth had she allowed this to happen? What if a real client came along as she tottered to the chosen spot? Jesus, what if the police came? All these questions and a million more spin around Christina's head as she hugged her arms to her scantily clad body and unsteadily walked the sidewalk. When Britney had told her where to walk to and wait it had seemed much closer but this was at least five minutes since she left that god-awful flat and the corner was still a bit away. It was cold tonight too, or maybe that was her. This was just the dumbest thing she had ever done. Once again she cursed the cruel piece of fate that had brought her past this very street corner only the night before to recognise her old classmate. But as she cursed she reached that self same corner and suddenly she wished she was still walking. She felt so exposed out here, so alone, so vulnerable. Her only hope was that Britney would not take long to drive here from the flat. A few worrying minutes passed and Christina got increasingly concerned and self conscious. Tomorrow she would be leading the grilling of an executive from a major blue chip company and really she should have been researching that file and yet here she was acting out this farce, pretending she was a prostitute. A car drove past, slowly gradually then once it had nearly ground to a standstill revving up and speeding off (if only the gorgeous blonde had known that the only hookers that good looking all tended to be policewoman so she was safe enough from them probably). Still it was a chilling prospect, if one of the cars stopped and it wasn't Britney. Just as she thought about it one did. But a quick glance told Christina that it was Britney and she fairly scuttled over to the car in her impossible heels. She was sure it was Britney in the car, that is it was her car, same number plate, everything but as she tottered across the uneven sidewalk on those crazy heels she couldn't help but have doubts in her mind, imagine that the driver cast in shadow was not who she expected it to be. But it was and for the briefest of moments she was transported back a day and imagined herself in that self same spot and feeling so happy with herself. What a fool she had been. The window wound inexorably down. What had Britney said? "Are you looking for business?" But she wasn't as confident, as sure of herself and her 'profession' as Britney had been last night. Still the very words, their meaning, what she was doing sent a shiver of terror down her spine. This was her future she was playing for here, she could not allow herself to fail. Those pictures and that tape must be secured and if this was how she had to secure them then so be it. Perhaps it was just punishment for the person she had allowed herself to become last night. Perhaps for the first time in her life Christina was thinking about things other than just what she wanted to do (and inevitably did). But it was to be a severe lesson. The voice was unmistakably the ugly drawl of Britney, tinged by a vicious mocking lilt. "Sure honey. Do you take it in the ass?" Blunt, the question struck Christina like a sledgehammer and she gripped her car for support as she leaned in the window and stammered that she did. "Well get in bitch, we're gonna have a party!" It was surreal, sitting in the passenger seat of her own sports car, driven by a real prostitute while she was acting like one herself. Surreal and sick, and Christina wanted to lean out the window and vomit herself but rather just sat there waiting to be told what would happen next. They drove in silence back to Britney's hooker flat, Christina clasping her hands together in her lap and staring down at them. Britney was smiling and smoking a cigarette, the window wound down to shake the ash out of, deliberately she turned to Christina and blew a puff of smoke all over her face. The wrinkling of her face showed her it was worth doing, god this was going to be so much fun! Back inside the sparse flat both girls were struck by the extreme role reversal and seemed to take on the attributes of the other from the previous night. Britney the domineering, sneering client out to have fun at her hookers expense and Christina as the submissive, obedient whore. "Right then bitch, it's your turn, get those slutty clothes off so I can get started!" Could this even be the same compliant girl from the night before? Oh yes, Britney had changed a lot in the time since leaving college and last night had merely been an act to get paid, tonight was much more her real demeanour now and Christina was only just beginning to find that out. The words were delivered with such force, such determination that the lawyer did not hesitate to obey them and in seconds stood before Britney wearing not a stitch of clothing. Britney approached her and circled her slowly, trailing her hands over her sexy body as she went until they settled, very definitely up on the small thatch of hair at Christina's pussy. "I think we'll begin by removing this." "What? No, you're crazy! No way!" With that brief show of defiance Britney grabbed a small handful of the short hair and yanked it out. "You'll fucking do as you're told bitch or else! Now here! Take this shaving cream and razor and shave that fucking cunt bald or I'll do it myself!" Wow, was she changed from the girl last night and Christina snapped to attention and accepted the tools and began to obediently lather up the cream in her pussy. The blade seemed to glide across her crotch and in no time her pussy was as bald as Britney's, she felt weird, different already, dirtier, nastier like she really was a slut. Then when Britney's fingers slid across her newly shorn pussy and hooked inside her she felt it even stronger. "Good! Now I want you to get down on your hands and knees and worship me. You can start by kissing my boots." Christina looked as if she was about to complain again but one look into Britney's stern, focussed face persuaded her not to and she found herself dropping down at her feet and tentatively placing her lips against the tip of Britney's cheap, black thigh high boots. "Good, now you can go onto licking them, all the way round bitch!" Again Christina looked up to argue but the young sexy lawyer saw the futility of it and resigned herself to doing as instructed, sticking her tongue out and licking all around the streetwalkers boots Britney drew enormous pleasure in seeing her former rival - who had actually made, lived the dream - down on all fours licking her boots. "What do you think they'd think bitch? If they could see us now, you who spent all that time studying and working your way up the career ladder and me who dropped out, flunked it, if they could see you grovelling and snivelling like the little cunt you always were? Come on I want to hear, tell me what a pathetic slut you really are! Tell me!" "OK. I'm a slut. There are you happy?" "No. Tell me what a worthless piece of shit whore you are. Tell me!" "I'm a worthless piece of shit whore." "And who owns your ass? Whose bitch are you?!" "You own me Britney, I'm your bitch." "Too fucking right bitch and don't you forget it, tonight at least you are my bitch! Now here, have a drink of water from this bottle and wash that dirty mouth out, you're going to be using it to pleasure me next!" Christina swirled the cold water around in her mouth, enjoying it washing the dust and dirt from her tongue. She delayed as much as possible, she had no desire to eat Britney's pussy but was half expecting to have to do it after what she had done the night before. Britney soon cottoned on to her stalling and swiftly put an end to it by reaching down, grabbing at the lawyers hair and wrenching her head, face first, right into her sweaty cunt. Suddenly Christina felt claustrophobic, felt like she was overheating and sweating way too much. She found her thin lips pressed right up against the warm, smooth skin of Britney's pussy lips and could feel the powerful aroma and taste begin to pervade her head and could well imagine never losing the smell for the rest of her life. Britney suddenly appeared to be a whole heap stronger than before as her hands pressed on the back of Christina's head and forced it right onto her cunt. "Come on you bitch, get eating!" She started off tentatively, the tip of here tongue gently probing at the long, wet, swollen slit before her, and Britney evidently was more than a little turned on! She wrapped her hands tighter around Christina's head and pushed her deeper in, making it almost physically impossible for her tongue to be extended and not inside her pussy. Britney closed her eyes and lifted one hand to fondle her own breasts and as she did so began to buck her own hips now rubbing her sopping wet pussy all the way over Christina's face, her tongue still deep within her. Britney was totally getting off on doing this to her former rival that for a brief moment she completely forgot their individual stations in life currently, she just concentrated on bringing herself off on the petite blondes face. Christina was almost choking, certainly gagging, down there but Britney did not give a fuck she was on the point of climax and nothing would prevent it. She came in an explosion, the release a physical effort for her as she squirted her juices all over Christina's face and down her wide open mouth, the taste and shock making the young lawyer gag further and nearly puke on the floor before her. Christina was finally allowed to collapse onto her face and gasp for breath as Britney fell to her rump also, facing her and laughing maniacally at the soaked state of Christina's face and her distressed appearance. Christina hoped desperately that that would be it, that the whore would only go as far as she had gone the night before, she was to be sorely disappointed! As Christina lay there, silently sending a prayer up that this was as far as Britney would take things, she watched her 'employer' for the night – eventually it did not make for good viewing. Britney had recovered quicker than her rival and got to her feet cheerfully and produced a small attaché style case from behind a chair. Deliberately opening it before Christina got the desired reaction as the blonde lawyer cringed as she saw what was held inside – a 12 inch long, three inch wide plastic strap on dildo. She spoke very matter-of-factly as she took the object out and carefully stepped into its harness and pulled it up before tightening it around her crotch. It sure looked intimidating to Christina as she peered up at it jutting out obscenely from Britney and almost pointing portentously at her. The prostitute did not mess about, clearly she was no where near finished with Christina. She reached down, sank her fingers into Christina's fine hair and took a sharp hold and began to haul her out of the room and along the scabby hall towards the bathroom on all fours, like a dog. As she walked she stroked the fake cock and mocked Christina some more. "I get to use this in my job, you know. Fucking guys in the ass, some of them like that. I like that too, it gives you an immense feeling of power and superiority over some one to fuck them in the ass , makes it seem like you own them, that they are your bitch! So guess what we're going to do?" "No chance, you can't be serious, please no, I've never taken anything in my ass before, please!" Christina would have been as well saving her breath, Britney had her mind set and nothing was going to change it. She pressed on the point, determined to get Christina to verbalise what was going to go down. "Come on, you're getting there, come on tell me! Tell me what I'm going got do to you with this! I asked you on the street, remember? 'Do you like it in the ass?'" Christina dropped her gaze and dropped her objections, she knew that if Britney went public with her incriminating evidence she was finished, she had to do this. "You are going to fuck me in the ass with it?" "No. Wrong again you dumb slut. What I'm going to do is push your head into the toilet shove it into the water and then fuck you in the ass! First though I gotta' take a piss! Just you sit there." Christina just knelt there as this bizarre evening took an even more extreme twist, the girl was surely deranged, she even began to worry for her actual safety in her presence, the sooner she was out of here the better. But being as she was just a small number of feet away from the whore she could hardly help but watch her pull the harness to one side and listen to the loud echo as her fast stream of piss into the toilet bowl. And boy was it ever evident that she needed it! It came out like a tap and just seemed to keep on flowing and all the time Britney say there, with her knees squashed together and smiled that crocodile smile at her adversary. When she did eventually finish and the flow had turned to an audible trickle. Britney smiled and stood up, readjusting the plastic cock in front of her and made to flush the toilet then seemed to think better of it and turned grinning at the worrying Christina. "No, don't think I will." Something tangible seemed to be in the atmosphere between the two young ladies, a total shift in the balance of power, Christina seemed shrink in stature while Britney grew and became even more dominant. Just a stern look and a sharp look saw Christina scuttle forward on her hands and knees until her head was all the way over the toilet bowl. She looked down with total dismay at the watery yellow and swallowed hard, how could she submit to this!? She did not get much of an opportunity to debate this as Britney took another real hard grip of her messed up hair and just pushed her head right into the water. While she was doing that she pushed Christina further and further forward and forced her back into an ever steeper angle so that she could slip that whopper of a dildo up and into Christina's puckered asshole. And if Christina had been desperately holding her breath in the toilet water, determined to at least not taste that vile concoction when she felt her tight asshole being ploughed by that monster she instinctively howled and opened her mouth allowing it to fill with piss water and then it suddenly got rammed in further with Britney's first thrust of her hookers hips. Oh boy Britney was fucking loving this! Fucking that prissy, stuck up bitch Christina in the asshole just as hard as she liked was fucking brilliant! The months of being a cheap street walker fell away from her and she just let go with gay abandon, pumping that plastic appendage in and out of Christina's tight asshole as hard and as fast as she could until she finally allowed Christina's head to rise out, spluttering and coughing from the bowl and finally pulled the dildo from her ass with a loud pop. But it wasn't quite over yet, Britney spun the lawyer around on her knees and presented the shit coated dildo to her mouth and rammed it deep inside, making her clean it. The Laywer & The Whore Christina did it with no complaint, the water dripping down her face as she licked and sucked it, her hair a tangled, saturated mess. Britney lit a cigarette as she watched her hard at her task and puffed away at it nonchalantly, brushing the ashes to the tiled floor beside her. That smoke seemed to finish things – for now at least. Britney was suddenly bored, she had had her fun, her revenge and just wanted her money and to get this stuck up bitch out of here, she might have the better job and better prospect but a for tonight she had enjoyed her dominance. Christina, for her part, was more than happy to be given leave to get out of the flat. Soaking as she was, and cringing at all she had done that night and the hellish taste stuck in her mouth she didn't care, all she wanted was to get out of there. She hurried into the car and took off for home and a long, hot shower. She didn't notice in the dark that someone had obviously been hard at work that night with their keys (or a nail) and scraped the word "WHORE" along the passenger side of her gleaming red car (indeed she would not notice the next morning and drove to work with it too where a security guard had to point it out to her). Back in the flat, Britney was chuckling as she counted the bundle of notes Christina had paid her and thinking that maybe there was more she could get out of the young lawyer, after all hadn't she been approached by a couple of clients wanting a threesome.