Dressing For Pleasure - Part 3

This a follow up chapter to the original story by: http://xhamster.living/user/Chrissiebee - on her profile are the first two parts.

When the chorus of cheers and jeers have died down, I’m at last allowed to get up from the pool table and attempt to recover some dignity by pulling my torn leather skirt down and fastening the loose suspender strap to my stocking. Running my hand through my hair, I touch the cum that splashed onto me, I dab at it with a tissue. I’m wobbling a bit on my heels from the shagging I’ve just been given but try not to faint. The man who did that goes over to my boyfriend and says, “She’s good, I’ll take her, what do you want for her?” I can hardly believe my ears as they barter over me as if I was a piece of meat. “I’ll take this slut and fifty quid, I had enough now of the old slag.” my boyfriend replies and takes his money and walks out with the young slut who sucked him off. He flashes the money at me as he passes and shouts, “Enjoy your new life, you whore.”
“But how do I get home?” I stammer out in despair. The man who’s just bought me grabs me by the hair and pushes me towards the open door and then gives me a kick up the arse and I stumble to the ground. “You walk, slut, you walk.” He laughs. How I manage to get home is a nightmare of side streets and hoping not to be seen, thankfully it’s dark and after an hour I finally reach my flat. After a sleepless and restless night, I decide to phone in sick to work and try to put last night’s events behind me. Wash and shower and try to get the grime and dirt off me, I feel better that it’s all over. Until an email arrives telling me to turn up again at the pub an hour before closing time and to be dressed the same as I was the previous night. There’s a couple of explicit photographs of me enclosed informing me if I don’t arrive on time that copies will be sent to my employers. I have to go as I can’t afford to lost my job, I’m mortgaged to the hilt, own payments on my sports car and to numerous credit cards.
I’m outside the grimy pub as ordered, short skirt, stockings, etc, I feel sick to the stomach as I wonder what’s in store for me. I enter and someone shouts, “The sluts here, Driver.” The same man from last night comes over, it’s the first time I’ve heard him called by name or nickname as I suspect. “Good, you’re on time, make yourself useful, your tonight’s glass collector, unpaid of course.” He smiles. I spend the rest of the evening collecting the dirty glasses and bottles, all the time been pawed and groped by hands of the drinkers on my backside, breasts and up my skirt. I know it’s useless to complain to the man I now know as Driver, so, I try to laugh it off. After all it’s not as bad as I feared. Eventually, it’s near closing time arrives and a lot of the customers drift off, I’ve noticed that this pub is almost exclusively male with the exception of that slut with the camera from last night who clings to the arm of Driver at the bar.
There’s about fifteen men still left as I collect the last of the glasses and bring them to the bar. Driver suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me next to him. “Right,” he shouts to the crowd, “you’ve met our new glass collector but she’s got another job starting tomorrow night. She’s going to be our new resident whore.” There’s a ripple of applause from the men as I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I start to babble I can’t do that, I won’t, you can’t make me. I just get a big slap across the face from Driver. “You’ll do as I say, bitch!” he glares at me and all resistance drains out of me. “But don’t worry about that, lads, that starts tomorrow. Tonight she’s giving out free samples.” I’m pushed towards the pool table again and onto my back, Driver pulls my skirt up and drags my knickers off. The slut with him says, “Oh, there designer knickers, can I have them, Driver, please?” He smiles and hands my fifty pound knickers to this cheap slut. She doesn’t wait a minute before taking her own pants off and replacing them with mine. “Here, dear, you can have mine, fair exchange is no robbery and they’re more in keeping for you.” With a really nasty laugh she throws them on the pool table next to me, they’re cheap red ones with the word ‘Slut’ printed on the front of them. I feel even more degraded by this than almost anything that’s gone before.
“Right, lads, who’s wants a free blowjob or to fuck this slut?” Driver cries, some of the men probably with regular girlfriends or wives leave and the door is locked behind them. “Don’t forget to use condoms,” he continues, “don’t want you catching anything from this dirty cunt.” My face flushes, how dare he say that these filthy bastards will get something from me! Suddenly the sounds of zippers been pulled down is heard and the first one pulls my legs up and shoves his cock up me, it’s not as big as Driver’s but it’s still pretty thick. I grunt in surprise before another cock is stuck in my mouth, the hands of the other waiting men ,hold my arms down. Again, that little slut is at work with her camera taking photos of my humiliation. I don’t know how long it is before they’ve all had a go, I lose count but it must have been about fifteen of them. I try to get up but I’m sore between my legs and just stand there bow-legged. “On your knees, bitch, you’re not finished yet.” Driver sneers, I do as he says as he continues, “We can’t leave the pub untidy like this with all these used condoms on the floor,” he looks to the camera slut, “Pick them up and put them on the pool table, Sal.” He looks back at me, “Open your mouth, you whore!” he slaps me hard across the face and I obey. “Okay, Sal, you know what to do, empty all those condoms into her mouth.” I’m shocked and stunned and look up to him pleading with my eyes for this not to happen. A cruel smile crosses her face as she squeezes the semen from the first condom into my mouth, it’s salty and horrible but I have to swallow. The rest follow and the evil little slut is enjoying every minute of humiliating me. It’s over and a loud cheer rises up from the men. Driver smiles and says, “Tomorrow it’s a tenner for a blowjob and twenty for a good fuck, lads.” And even bigger cheer goes up.
The crowd trots out the door leaving finally, Sal hands me a tissue, “Better wipe yourself, dearie, your face is a mess.” she titters, I take it, the little slut had purposely let some of the semen fall on my face. She then offers me her old pair of knickers, “Better put these on, your dirty cunt’s done it’s work for tonight.” I glare and push them away but Driver slaps my backside and says, “Put your slut knickers on, you cheap whore!” Having no choice, I pull them up my legs as Sal laughs, “Told you they suited you more.”
I walk out of the pub without looking and go over to my parked sports car, Driver puts his hand of my shoulder, “That’s a nice car, me and Sal will take it.” As he takes the keys out of my hand. “But that’s mine,you bastard, I worked hard for it!” I shout back at him. A terrible look comes over his face as he pulls his belt off, throwing me over the bonnet of my car, he pulls my dress up and knickers down and administers twelve very hard strikes with his thick leather belt. The tears come to my eyes and my arse is burning hot and stinging. “No, get this straight you stupid cunt, the car is mine and so are you! You work for me, now!” He throws me to the ground and he and Sal get in my car and drive away, leaving me with my slut knickers around my ankles and a red sore backside.