The Redemption of a Loan
“Uwe, I have something for you.”
I counted the money he lent me a few weeks ago on the desk in the office. It was quite a substantial amount—a solid five-figure.
You may remember my deal with him: He lent me the money to get a decent look and charged me interest until I could pay it back.
No, the interest was not a percentage of the amount given to me. It was sex upon demand at least once a week.
Uwe looked at the money, amazed, and said: “Wow, you must have been doing very well at your events.” He continued with a bit of a sad face: “Oh, but that means I can not demand interest from you anymore.”
Yep, that was true. He must think of something else now to get in my pants. I mentioned I have a long wishlist on the Second Life marketplace to give him ideas. Most of them are expensive, such as Addams and Scandalize mega packs.
I hope he got the hint. He can be slow in getting hints. Maybe some of my readers here get it. For those who still don’t: Buy me something from that list, and I will ensure you have a good time with me.
“But wait a minute, Alex. I haven’t received my weekly session this week yet. Hence you owe me at least one more fuck.” I sighed, rolled my eyes, but started to undress. He was right. That week, we hadn’t had sex yet.
I made him sit on the sofa in the office, pull down his pants and without hesitation started to wank his already hard cock.
Then I sat on the couch, spread my legs yet again, and let him have his way with me once more. Uwe is easy to please, especially when you are a young girl like me with small tits and a sexy body.
All he wants it a bit of forplay and using my pretty twen-body to cum. Easy peasy. A bit cringeworthy, I know, but hey, that was the deal.
The Revelation: Where All That Money Came from
No, it didn’t come from tips at events. My events were a total disaster.
After a few failed attempts, I realized I am in a trap. If I am not making any money, I would be his sex toy upon demand forever—almost a slave.
I decided to try my luck on the street. This was the only way to get out of the loan-trap.
At first, I had apprehensions.
Will I have to fuck with every, fat old and ungly Dick Tom and Harry?
What if a university professor or student sees me working the street? Will that destroy my reputation in Woodcrest?
What if I am not good enough, go all the way, and still don’t make the money I need?
What if I get fired from my job at Takeda Media for working on the side instead of focusing on what was expected of me?
What if this is just another trap and I am doomed to work as a whore forever?
There was only one way to find out. I gave myself a little boost and went to roam the Second Life red light districts secretly.
What an adventure.
Obviously, it went very well until I made the money to pay back my loan, did some shopping at expensive Second Life boutiques, and still had money in my account.
The first customer I had was a horrible experience. He was a anal sex lover, and got staright to the point: Me on the bed and taking my ass from behind until he released himself in me.
I felt used and dirty afterwards.
But I stayed on track. After a few more customers, it became a routine job. Some were lovely, and I even had some good fun with a few.
I got used to getting used.
And I got the money I needed. Now I can refocus on my studies and my internship again.
Gallery of My Adventure as a Street Whore
