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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Serie: The Pleasure Associate
- Sprache: Englisch
Desiree's first night as a Pleasure Associate at La Petite Mort Club had been wonderful. Lee had been sexy and kind and fabulous in bed.
Actually, it'd been too good.
She wasn't there to find a boyfriend or a husband. She was there to make enough money to live her life on her own without relying on a man. She would not be her mother and survive like a parasite, moving from man to man to keep a roof over her head.
But Lee wants to see her again, and it is so tempting. She needs to stay focused and that means she needs to remind herself what she doesn't want to become. She's going to have to visit her mother.
Will she be strong enough to walk away from Lee and if she does will, she be able to survive becoming a whore?
This is episode two in a serial fiction series. These stories do not end with an HEA.
This story has 18815 words.
This series will follow one young woman's sexual journey of being a highly paid escort. The stories are erotic, super steamy, and kinky. This one is a hard look at the life of a Pleasure Associate when she embarks on her first threesome (MFM).
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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Becoming a Whore
The Pleasure Associate, Volume 2
Ellis O. Day
Published by LSODea, 2023.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
BECOMING A WHORE
First edition. February 17, 2023.
Copyright © 2023 Ellis O. Day.
ISBN: 978-1942706984
Written by Ellis O. Day.
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Also by Ellis O. Day
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A Banging New Year
Cupid's Misfire
La Petite Mort Club
Six Nights of Sin
The Voyeur Series Books 1 - 4
Six Weeks of Seduction
A Merry Masquerade For Christmas
The Dom's Submission Series (Parts 1-3)
Hot Holidays
The Billionaire's Baby
La Petite Mort Club Intimate Encounters
His Lesson
Playing House
His Love
His Imperfect Day
Six Nights Of Sin
Interviewing For Her Lover
Taking Control
School Fantasy
Master-Slave Fantasy
Punishment Fantasy
The Proposition
The Billionaire's Baby
The Baby Bargain
Making the Baby
The Baby Battle
Having The Baby
The Dom's Submission
His Sub
His Mission
His Submission
The Pleasure Associate
The New Hire
Becoming a Whore (Coming Soon)
Back to the Grinding (Coming Soon)
The Voyeur
The Voyeur
Watching the Voyeur
Touching the Voyeur
Loving the Voyeur
Standalone
The Dom's Birthday Weekend
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also By Ellis O. Day
Becoming a Whore (The Pleasure Associate, #2)
CHAPTER 1: Desiree
CHAPTER 2: Desiree
CHAPTER 3: Desiree
CHAPTER 4: Desiree
CHAPTER 5: Desiree
CHAPTER 6: Desiree
CHAPTER 7: Desiree
CHAPTER 8: Desiree
CHAPTER 9: Desiree
CHAPTER 10: Desiree
CHAPTER 11: Desiree
CHAPTER 12: Desiree
CHAPTER 13: Desiree
CHAPTER 14: Desiree
Sneak peek: Back to the Grinding
Free: The Voyeur
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Desiree’s first night as a Pleasure Associate at La Petite Mort Club had been wonderful. Lee had been sexy and kind and fabulous in bed.
Actually, it’d been too good.
She wasn’t there to find a boyfriend or a husband. She was there to make enough money to live her life on her own without relying on a man. She would not be her mother and survive like a parasite, moving from man to man to keep a roof over her head.
But Lee wants to see her again, and it is so tempting. She needs to stay focused and that means she needs to remind herself what she doesn’t want to become. She’s going to have to visit her mother.
Will she be strong enough to walk away from Lee and if she does will, she be able to survive becoming a whore?
This is episode two in a serial fiction series. These stories do not end with an HEA.
This story has 18815 words.
This series will follow one young woman’s sexual journey of being a highly paid escort. The stories are erotic, super steamy, and kinky. This one is a hard look at the life of a Pleasure Associate when she embarks on her first threesome (MFM).
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CHAPTER 1: Desiree
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Desiree woke and stretched, a slight smile spreading across her lips. She hadn’t felt this good in a long, long time. She’d enjoyed sex with her previous boyfriends, but she’d never experienced anything like her evening with Lee. She grabbed the extra pillow and hugged it. If she wanted, she could have him again tonight. The smile slid from her face. It was tempting, but she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. She was a whore who was funding her future. The word stung, but this was the time for truth not coddling. She rolled out of bed and headed to her tiny kitchen.
Her apartment was loft style without the space. It was small and cramped, but it was home. She started the coffee and then pulled a premade pancake from the fridge. Her stomach rumbled. She was starving. The smile crept back on her lips. Sex did that to her...to everyone. She grabbed another pancake. She’d burned more than enough calories last night to splurge.
She tossed the food in the microwave. Lord, that man knew how to please a woman. He’d been gentle and kind when she’d been nervous, and dominant and passionate as their play had progressed. Her body hummed and the pulse between her legs started to thrum. She leaned against the counter. One more night of mind-blowing pleasure wouldn’t hurt anyone. She wanted to see him again—naked, his body sculpted like Adonis. Her golden Adonis with a southern twang.
The microwave dinged, breaking her from her daydream. She sighed as her gaze took in her dump of an apartment and seeing it for what it was—home. Her sucky home. The only place she could afford, and a place where she didn’t want to stay. She did not want to live this way forever. Lee could help you live a different lifestyle, whispered that inner voice that got her into so much trouble. He already desired her. It wouldn’t be hard to make him want her more, and she did like him.
She grabbed one of the pancakes and dropped it onto the counter, the heat burning her fingers. “Damn it,” she mumbled as she shook her hand. She had to get her head on straight before she went to work tonight, or she’d end up with Lee again and then more than her fingers would be burned.
She tore off a chunk of pancake and blew on it before stuffing it into her mouth as she headed for her bathroom. There was only one way to clear her foggy, passion filled dreams. Usually, she avoided this at all costs, but today was an emergency. It was time to go see her mother.
CHAPTER 2: Desiree
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As Desiree parked on the street in front of her mom’s house, her stomach twisted like she’d eaten bad sushi. She turned off her car and dropped the keys into her purse. Her mom’s boyfriend, Gerry, worked on an old truck in the driveway, his beer gut hanging over his worn jeans and his hair, what he had left of it, falling in his face. Someone should tell him to shave his head and be done with it. The comb-over wasn’t fooling anyone. She grabbed the grocery bag and got out of her car. One never arrived empty-handed when dealing with her mother.
Gerry glanced up, his eyes narrowing when they landed on her. “Why are you here?”
“Hello to you too.” She had no idea how her mother could stand this man. He was slovenly, drank too much, and he wasn’t at all attractive. Yet, except for a few breakups, her mom had been with him for seven years.
“What do you want?” He wiped his hands on his pants.
“To see my mother.” It should be obvious. She wasn’t here to see him.
“We ain’t got no money for you.”
“I’m not asking.” She walked toward the house.
“Good. Don’t.”
“I won’t. I have a job.” She’d only borrowed money twice and both times she’d paid them back.
“If you ain’t here for money”—he grabbed her arm—“then why are you here?”
“I’m here to visit my mother.” She yanked free from his grasp, brushing her sleeve as if to wipe away his touch, knowing it’d piss him off.
“Make it quick.” His brown eyes were hard.
“Don’t worry. I won’t stay long.” She was as eager to leave as he was to get rid of her. Hell, she may not even need to see her mom. These few minutes with him might be enough to keep her focused on her future.
“If you upset her, I’ll throw you out. I mean it.”
It was absolutely amazing. Her mother had the determination and drive of a team of oxen; yet, she had the ability to convince her boyfriends that she’d swoon at the first hint of adversity. Desiree had seen it year in and year out—Mom playing the delicate flower and luring man after man to her. She’d cling to them until they couldn’t take any more. They’d vanish, leaving her mother broken and alone, her only fix a bottle of booze. “Don’t worry. She’ll survive my visit. That’s one thing she’s good at. Surviving.”
She shored up her reserve as she approached the door. She had to do this. Lee was too tempting. She needed to remind herself exactly what she was fighting so hard not to become.
CHAPTER 3: Desiree
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Desiree stepped into the house, the combination of odors—coffee, stale beer, and cigarettes—slapping her in the face like a rank wet towel.
Memories assailed her and none of them were good. Nights filled with loud music and male voices—always different and yet, always the same. Different men, but they all had that husky voice of desire. It’d taken her years to realize that the noises from the bedroom didn’t mean her mother was in pain. This was all followed by mornings of giggles or grumpiness. She’d never known which would greet her. It’d all depended on the man.
If he’d stayed, her mother would be happy and there’d be a huge breakfast waiting for her and her brother. If he’d left, it’d be Kahlua in the coffee topped off with blame. She and her brother had been too loud, too unfriendly, too quiet. It didn’t matter what they’d done. It was always their fault because they existed. This was exactly what she needed. She took a deep breath, inhaling the life-sucking poverty.
“Des, what are you doing here?” Nevaeh, her fifteen-year-old stepsister, popped up from a chair and ran over to her. “You look beautiful. Did you do something different with your hair?” She touched her greasy, long, brown hair. “I wish my hair was like yours.”
“Your hair looks great.” She lied.
Nevaeh’s hair could be her best feature if the girl would take regular baths, but hygiene wasn’t a priority for Gerry’s kids. She’d lived with them for a few years when she’d been a teenager, and he’d hardly ever made them bathe. They’d been eight and ten at the time. She’d thought they’d want to start showering regularly when they’d hit puberty, but she’d been wrong.
“H-hey, Des.” JR pushed his overlong brown hair away from his eyes as he looked up from the video game. His round face lit with interest as his gaze paused one long moment on Des’s breasts before dropping back to the TV. “Your m-mom is in the bedroom.”
“Thanks.” She smiled at him. She was used to men looking at her breasts. Even though JR wasn’t actually a man, he was seventeen and hormones were hormones.
“You st-staying for a bit? I have a n-new game.” He stared at her hopefully.
“No. I can’t. Sorry.” She walked into the kitchen.
“Why not?” Nevaeh followed her like a puppy. “I can make some lunch.”
“Thanks, but I can’t. I have to work.” She opened the freezer. This visit was cementing the importance of that into her thick, sex fuddled brain. She did not want a life like this—taking care of some man’s kids in a dump of a house.
“Oh. I thought you quit the restaurant. Are you working somewhere else? Where? I can come and visit.” Nevaeh rattled off questions like bullets from a machine gun.
“Ah...I did quit, but you can’t visit me at my new job.” She pulled the ice cream from the paper bag, stuffing it into the freezer.
“Why?” The girl just didn’t give up.
“Because it’s...an office.”
“And you w-work weekends?” JR stared at her from the couch. The damn kid was too smart.
“Yes.” Smart or not, she didn’t have to explain anything to them. She headed across the house to her mother’s room and tapped on the door.
“I think she’s taking a bath,” said Nevaeh.
She nodded at her sister as she knocked again before opening the door a little. “Mom?”
“Desiree? Is that you?” called her mother from the master bathroom.
“Yeah.” She stepped into the bedroom. Nevaeh followed right behind her.
“What are you doing here?” A splash sounded from the other room. “I’ll be out in a minute. Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine.” Guilt coiled in her belly. No matter how much she hated what her mother had done over the years, she still loved her. She should visit more, but she despised this place, this glimpse into her future if she wasn’t smart about her choices. “I just wanted to stop by and say hi.”
The bathroom door opened. “Desiree Rose.” Mom stood in the doorway wearing a robe that had once been fluffy and luxurious, but time and washing had flattened it. Time hadn’t been any kinder on her mother. She was still petite, but her large breasts sagged from having children and her face, once perfection, now sprouted lines on her forehead, lips and eyes. The jet black of her hair was muted by gray, and although it was still thick, it was now covered in split ends that stuck out in all directions. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, baby.” Mom hurried across the room, pulling Desiree into her arms.
She couldn’t help but melt into her mother’s warmth as she breathed in her familiar rose scent.
Mom leaned back, her hand sliding over Desiree’s hair and then cupping her cheek. “You look beautiful as always.”
The faint scent of peppermint drifted over her face. She knew what that odor meant, but habit made her sniff a little deeper, catching the sour scent of alcohol under the peppermint. “Already? It’s not even eleven AM.”
Mom’s blue eyes widened with hurt for one second before hardening. “Did you come home to lecture me? If you did, goodbye.” She turned and walked to the dresser, pulling out clothes.
