CHAPTER 9
Pretty Little Whore

I'm standing next to Malachi feeling under-dressed and out of place while the green eyed client and Malachi discuss the treatment plan for his session. 

Then I follow Malachi from the room while the man gets situated on the table. Once we're in the hall, Malachi turns to me and strokes me under my chin with a finger. "Make sure your presence is worth the $100 extra I'm getting paid."

Then he reaches out and pulls me into him with an arm around my waist. He brings his lips near mine like he's going to kiss me. My heart leaps in anticipation of the electricity his mouth on mine will bring. He doesn't kiss me though. Instead, he continues talking.

"You will be obedient and eager to please. This isn't the time for attitude. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I say quietly, flustered and aroused at the possessive hold he has on my waist.

"Yes, daddy, little whore."

"Yes, daddy," I whisper.

"Good girl."

Louder, Malachi calls out. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," the man says from inside the room. 

Malachi guides me inside with a hand on my ass. He folds the sheet up off of the client's legs, tucking it under the hips for me. He brings my attention to a container of coconut oil, and then moves to stand near the man's chest to begin the therapeutic component of the massage.

I kick off my shoes, and then gather some oil into my hands, rubbing them together. I lift up the man's left foot; it's large and calloused. With one hand I hold his foot, and with the other I begin to massage into his arch. My own feet ache at the attention I'm giving this man. Wearing stilettos every day is not kind on the feet. 

I suddenly perk up and turn my attention to what the men are saying when I hear my name. They're talking about me. 

"I'll have her in my possession for at least 6 months. After that, she'll remain with me until she's purchased. I don't expect that'll take long, given her pretty face and her ass. The timing works well for me, as I imagine I'll be tired of her by then."

I force myself to keep my gaze on the man's foot. I desperately wish to speak up and remind Malachi that I am in the room, but I don't wish to be punished, so I remain quiet. 

The man laughs at Malachi's insensitive comment, and I scowl at his foot. 

"I get it; better to keep it fresh. Once you have a cunt for longer than that she starts to develop a sense of entitlement. A month is about how long I enjoy a particular pussy for. I have a hard time understanding why any man in his right mind would wish to spend millions to purchase a cunt. Makes no sense to me when you can adopt for free and upgrade whenever the novelty wears off."

"Totally. I suppose some men have more money than they know what to do with, so they figure they may as well have exclusive access."

"True. If you have the money to throw around— why not."

"Of course there are also those who fall in love with their cunts and wish to keep them."

"Pfft. Yeah; I don't get that. Wanting exclusivity kind of makes sense if you have the money— but falling in love? It's foolishness. Some cunts are nicer to look at than others, and some are more obedient, but beyond that, they're pretty much all the same."

Malachi laughs loudly, and I can't help but glance up in his direction and shoot a scathing look his way. He makes eye contact and gives me a warning look in return. 

"I take it that breeding a cunt doesn't interest you?" Malachi asks.

"Eh, maybe. But you don't need to purchase a cunt for that. Adopted cunts can be bred as well."

"True, and if you don't care to keep the mother around, then it doesn't matter if she gets purchased."

"Yeah; then again, I've heard stories about how emotional those cunts can be when it's time to separate from the baby— bloody hysterical. I wouldn't want to deal with that shit."

"Fair. I wouldn't want to either."

I'm seething by this point. It takes a lot of effort not to sink my nails into the man's foot. Fuck him and his good looks. He's a misogynist jerk. I force myself to stop listening, lest I speak my mind and have to face Malachi's wrath.

Instead, I think about Jaimie. I wonder if he saw my text message yet. Is he as eager to see me as I am him? What if he doesn't show up at the lounge tonight? I'll be so disappointed. 

I wonder how Rachel is doing. I miss her and our conversations. Living at the center, we had our moments of normalcy when we could chat freely together. Now that I'm living with Malachi, I have no opportunity to chat openly and honestly with anyone. I suddenly feel incredibly lonely. 

I move to massage the man's calf. To distract myself from my melancholy emotions, I tune back into the guys' conversation. They're back to talking about me.

"I only picked her up last night. It's been fun so far, though she's certainly a handful. As I told the director, it is surprising that she's managed to hold onto her attitude so long. Clearly the teachers at the center have been too lax with her. Last night I had to punish her twice within the span of a few hours."

The client chuckles. "It's the pretty ones that need the most discipline. Men are too often charmed by their doe eyes and go easy on them. Over time these cunts learn how to manipulate men with their charm."

Malachi laughs. "I can see that. Won't work on me though— will it, Jaycee? Is your cunt still sore from last night's punishment?"

I look up, startled, to be addressed directly. "Yes, daddy," I murmur. And from being fucked by mammoth cock at the gym. 

"Jaycee struggles with deep throating. I had to punish her last night for failing to perform."

The client makes a tsking sound. "They definitely get lazy if they've been let off the hook in the past. Too many men go soft, and then the rest of us have to pick up the slack to keep the cunts in line. I suppose that's one good reason to purchase a cunt— you know your training efforts won't be minimized by some douchebag."

And here they go again. I look away from them so they won't see me roll my eyes. 

Malachi asks the client to flip over, so that he is face up on the table. I begin massaging the man's thighs. 

"Would you prefer for me to wait for the last 15 minutes to experience the girl's hands on my cock, or can we get her started now?" the client asks.

"That's fine," Malachi responds. "I only ask that penetration be reserved for the last 15 minutes when I am no longer in the room. Jaycee, massage the man's cock."

Blood rushes to my face, and my mouth goes dry from nerves. "Yes, daddy," I whisper, swallowing to try to wet my mouth. 

"Good girl," Malachi responds.

I hesitantly reach my hand under the sheet and find the man's cock, wrapping my fingers around it. As I stroke him, I feel him harden in my grip. 

"This was a good idea, Malachi. I usually just unload in the first cunt I see on my way home from work. I've forgotten the pleasure of drawing out the buildup."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. And do let me know how she performs once I leave. You're my first client to experience her, so I'll be sure to follow-up with her as needed."

"Ah, I'll be taking my pleasure from her without any performance needed on her end; no worries about that.

"Ha-ha, I'm sure you will."

As the men talk, my anxiety about being left alone with this man is steadily climbing. He's fully hard now and decently endowed. Nowhere near as large as the mammoth in the gym—thank-goodness— that man was a singularity. This man is merely the larger side of average. However, it's not his cock that scares me, but the mind of the man driving the cock. Based on how he talks, I'm no more than a warm sleeve for him to sink his cock into. Nothing scares me more than being seen purely as an object in a man's eyes. Such a mindset means that the man will have no qualms about inflicting suffering on me if it suits him.

I remind myself that the man only has fifteen minutes alone with me. The pessimistic side of me reminds me of the damage that the violent man at the center inflicted on me in what I'm sure was under ten. I swallow and tell myself that this is different. Malachi knows who he is. The man wouldn't want to be so destructive as to not be invited back. Malachi did say that I need to be presentable for his next client. I can only hope that he keeps this in mind while fucking me.

"And that concludes your forty-five minutes. I'll head out now and leave you to enjoy your time with Jaycee. I will knock on the door when your 15 minutes is up."

"Sounds good."

I watch with anxiety as Malachi strolls towards the door and closes it behind him. The second the door clicks, the man tosses the sheet off of himself. "You have five seconds to get your mouth on my cock, cunt, or I will put it there myself, and I won't be gentle about it."