Janet Roland - The whore makers

There was another long pause as the two human animals sat and looked at one another. The lawyer wondered what was the best route for the proposition he wanted to make to the girl, a direct approach to the very delicate subject, or a round-about suggestive attack. Vivian was at a total loss as to what reaction she should have to the lawyer. He represented Tony Coin, the man who had had her arrested, and instinctively she wanted to be insulting and rebellious, but he seemed to be offering her something.

"Would you like to be free?" Jose finally said, breaking the awkward silence. He had decided the direct approach was best.

"That's a silly question," Vivian replied. "Of course I want to be free. Do you think I like it here in your prison? I'm a lady of social standing and letters, a woman who values her freedom highly." Vivian felt the blood surge through her body at the mention of freedom. It was all she could do to keep from yelling the words she had just spoken. Freedom was the key to living, and she desired it more than anything in her entire life.

"Are you willing to work for your freedom?" Jose asked, knowing the girl would answer in the affirmative. Still, he had to play the game out fully. He was the owner of the largest cantina in Juarez, and wanted women of class and stature in his employ. If he could get them by helping Tony Coin with his diabolical scheme to strip a United States Senator of his office and power, he would do it.

"Of course. I'll work at anything to get my freedom!" Vivian responded instantly. She was facing up to nine years in prison and the day-to-day boredom was already having its effect on her. She was having a problem maintaining her emotions as she listened and answered this man who seemed to hold the course of her future in his hands. It could be months before her trial.

"Are you willing to work for me in my cantina?" he asked the excited girl. Tony Coin had told him of her brutal rape at the airport and the Procuraduria; the matrons at the Carcel had told him about her lesbian affairs. He was certain that she would be willing to serve him for a year as one of his whores in exchange for her freedom. Still, he had to take his time, for his desires weren't the only ones at stake. Tony Coin was counting on his persuasive abilities to complete his own plan.

"Your cantina?" Vivian said. She was confused; there was a chance for her to win her freedom, but she wasn't sure what it was that Jose was driving at.

"I own the largest cantina in all of Juarez," Jose answered proudly. "I'm in constant need of young and beautiful women with education to please the gentlemen of social standing who frequent my establishment."

For a moment, Vivian was stunned. She was being asked to become a professional whore in order to obtain her freedom. All of the experiences of the last week flashed before her mind's eye: she thought of the rape at the airport, with the two men abusing her until she willingly signed a confession to a crime she hadn't committed; the shattering effect of the orgasms she reached during the brutal assault made her body shiver. The memory of the rape by the four men at the Procuraduria and the climaxes she struggled against made her pussy drip warm love juice. Her search upon arrival at the Carcel had even turned her on. Her asshole puckered as she remembered the probing finger of the matron reaming out her cunt and asshole.

It was all Vivian could do to keep her hands still. She wanted to drop them into her lap and push her throbbing pussy hard against the flat of her palm and ease the burning she felt deep inside.

This man wants me to become a whore for him, she thought as she looked deep into his piercing brown eyes. She thought of Rosita and for a moment was consumed by the passion and love the two had shared when she first entered the cell. She wanted to cry out as the remembrance of the woman's soft, yielding lips shook her whole body.

Jose was becoming nervous as he looked at the silent woman. Did I start too fast? he asked himself as he tapped the ashes from his cigar into the ashtray on the table. He was impressed with the looks of the girl even though she was dressed in the shabby clothes of the prison and in need of a shower and coiffeur. He was certain she would be an asset to his business, and Tony Coin would owe him a large favor if he could persuade the girl to work for him of her own volition.

I've learned to enjoy sex, Vivian thought as the silence continued. Why shouldn't I use it to obtain my own freedom? That way I'll be able to earn my own way and get back at my father at the same time.

"Do you want or need more time to think about my offer?" Jose asked. "I'm a very busy man and I must leave soon."

"No, I don't need any more time," Vivian answered. She was glad the silence was broken. "I'll come to work for you. How long will it be until you obtain my release from this rat hole?"

"I'll post your bond this afternoon, and take care of all the legal problems," Jose said with a smile. He was certain that the girl would be an asset and that Tony Coin would be able to complete his revenge by getting all the photos he wanted while she sucked and fucked her way to freedom. He was glad that the girl was coming to work for him because of his own selfish motives. The shape of her mouth excited him, and he was certain that she would learn to give the best blow jobs in all of Mexico.

Vivian breathed a sigh of relief; her problems would soon be over. She could tell from the way Jose talked and acted that he was a pimp of the highest order, and that she would be treated well for as long as she was in his employ. The prospect of spending between two and nine years in a Mexican prison, with its bad food and vicious inmates made working for the man sitting across from her seem like heaven. Besides, she would be guaranteed enough cocks to ease the constant fire that was burning in her pussy now that she knew that hedonism was indeed her destiny.

Jose stood and walked over to the girl. He reached out and gently stroked her long golden hair, lightly caressing the soft skin behind her ears and neck.

"Now that you're one of my whores," Jose whispered as he felt the girl stir under his hand, "you can give me some head."

"I thought you'd never ask," Vivian moaned as she boldly touched Jose's thigh and ran her fingers up to his groin and grasped his swelling prick.

Jose groaned and unzipped his fly, letting Vivian's fingers enter his pants and touch the hardening shaft he wanted to thrust into her wet mouth. He was certain that the girl would work to his complete advantage: she was young, horny and educated.

Vivian boldly moved from her chair, dropping to her knees in front of her new employer. She used her probing fingers to pull Jose's cock into view. She wanted to suck and fuck in order to forget her father and all the evil he was responsible for bringing into her life.

"My cock is so hard," Jose moaned as the girl continued to caress it with eager hands.

"That's the way I like it!" she gasped, sliding her hands down to his balls and cupping them. She used her long blonde hair to tease his belly and cock as she lightly brushed it across his coppery flesh and twisted it over his swelling tool. She closed her eyes half-drowsily as she moved her face closer to the man's cock, her little tongue shooting from between parted lips to lick at the throbbing head.

Jose strained under the teasing licks of the girl, fighting to keep his balance under the light lashing of her tongue.

Vivian opened her eyes and looked up at Jose. She was certain that he was enjoying her mouth. She wanted to tantalize him into making her his number-one whore. She wanted to be a woman of the night and get paid for sucking and fucking and doing the things that her newly acquired sexuality demanded.