• Title: A Career in Debt Restructuring
• Premise: Affluent girl found her true passion as a cheap whore
• Tags: [1 Male, 1 Female] [Mind Control] [Personality Change] [Degradation] [Sexual Slavery] [Class Warfare] [Bad Ending] [Male Dominant, Female Submissive] [South East Asian] [First Person Perspective] [Female Point of View] [Blowjob] [Penis in vagina]
• Read Part 1 here.

After Mark zipped up his pants, he pats my head like a pet and pulls me up. By now, the smoke from the incense burner gives the living room a haze-like atmosphere. Everything around me remains kind of fuzzy, but I am grateful for Mark's presence in providing some sense of security. I was supposed to avoid him, but to think he is generous enough to guide me through on debt restructuring - None of my colleagues would even do that for me! He is looking more attractive the more I stare at him. Strange, why didn't I notice that when I first met him?

That superstitious warning sparks from the back of my mind yet again: Gong Tao. Can that really be true? Nah. Besides, those alarm bells fade away when I take another deep breath of the incense aroma and remind myself of Mark's irresistible charm with his sweet voice and the way he talks.

"Blowjob just one example on how to make us happy. Let me tell you other ways."

We sit next to each other closely while Mark helpfully goes through a printed list of sex acts on a piece of paper titled "KYS Rogan services", pointing out their costs i.e.: how much would the agency deduct from what is owed.

Some points are new to me. I didn't know that a bareback blowjob, covered blowjob, and a covered full service all cost the same price as long as they are within the stated time limit. Exceed, and the guy needs to pay up for another session if he wants to continue. Good, time is money - beats having to attend those annoying company meetings where we often overshoot the allocated time. Also, I have the freedom to choose to accept private tips for things like if the guy wants me to do something more exciting such as facials or cum swallowing. Or even "exotic" acts like BDSM. All of this, we can talk it out first. And of course, premium services like anal and bareback full service have their set prices too, the latter of which is reportedly the most popular.

What can I say? This is really a very different way from how my company traditionally does debt restructuring - This is so much more refreshing and interesting!

Business and pleasure can potentially mix, as Mark is already demonstrating to me as an example. I giggle as his free hand softly strokes my inner thigh while he explains the costs. For part of my on-job training, I reciprocate as our bare feet play footsie. And after we are done with the list, he stands up. But this isn't over yet.

I close my eyes and sigh with lust when his hands massage my shoulders, his lips whispering in my ear how attractive he finds me. His hand makes his way under my sundress where he cups my bra-clad breast and begins gently squeezing. My ex-lovers from the past spent days wooing me with gifts and expensive dinners before I even thought about jumping their bones. From the clock on the wall, an hour has passed and I have already swallowed this ex-thug's semen and also agreed to work out the debt using his way. Mark is really an amazing and charming smooth talker.

He grabs my arm, dragging me off the chair.

"Go bedroom, I teach you S.O.P," he murmurs as his hand slides down to my waist, my head lies back on his shoulder. I am feeling so secure: Still new to such ways, there is comfort in being taught by who I believe is a master at his craft. I can trust whatever Mark wants to do to me, so I am sure this new standard operating procedure for my job will be pretty fun.

And along the way, he takes that weird-looking incense burner with him.

The debtor's bedroom is pretty old and basic, but what's important is that there's a neatly set queen-sized bed with blankets and pillows in one corner. The other corner leads to the showers. Mark sets the incense burner on the nightstand before facing me again.

"Don't be shy. Guys like you naked. Strip." Mark instructs.

So before his hungry roving eyes, I pull my sundress up and over my shoulders, tossing it aside. I look down at myself. A pair of thin lacy bra and panties with matching pink colours, a view I reserve only for my most intimate lovers... Mark also included? His breath seems to stop as his eyes focus on my pokies through my bra, proof of my arousal. As he has already taught me, I understand I am supposed to turn him on in the bedroom. I start by slowly sashaying to him with a smile while I unhook the bra behind my back.

He sighs when he sees my toplessness, and almost on auto-pilot he's quickly undressing. That is what other guys would also do when they see me undress, signaling the start of a transaction.

While my panties slide down my legs and I step out of them, he's eagerly rushing to pull off his pants, and then underwear. We are both fully naked now. My thoughts, mostly void of anything other than the moment in this bedroom, tells me that Mark is the most attractive guy I have laid my eyes on. That power he exudes through his physique, accentuated by those beautifully drawn dragon tattoos which also covers his back and chest as well. Have I mentioned how colorful that entire artwork is?

"You, I, shower together," is his next succinct instruction.

To prepare for the girlfriend experience, we need to gargle mouthwash. And we start casually feeling each other up by applying gel soap on our erogenous parts. A playful attitude helps break the ice and set the mood, I am told.

As the water from the shower head falls on us, he grabs my ass and holds our wet bodies together. My soapy breasts rubbing against his hard body, making me sigh with anticipation against his shoulder. He grunts his approval, saying that I should feel pleasure as well when serving other clients. Moaning from authentic pleasure always trumps the fake ones. Yes sir, I must enjoy what I am doing.

This is very true; clients in the future won't necessarily be giving me instructions. Shy ones would also mean that I have to take the initiative and go through these standard operating procedures. Meanwhile, let me indulge in this feeling of safety and security from having a master guide me around.

Once the water washes the suds off us, we dry up and head back to the bed.

"You must show more passion," he remarks, and unexpectedly he aggressively grabs my face and presses his lips against mine. We embrace and kiss, exchanging spit as our tongues examine each other and the crevices around our mouth. My body is heating up and I can feel his cock growing a little at my belly.

Our bodies fall on the bed; under his massive frame I utter appreciative moans when his hands roam all over my body. His hand slides up my thighs before grabbing my pussy and massaging it with his fingers. His head also moves down, taking a nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it. Then he stops abruptly, leaving me wanting more. My eyes open again, wondering what happened.

"Guys don't always give you foreplay okay? Keep your hands, mouth or pussy busy, you must enjoy fucking guys," he helpfully points my problem out.

I nod obediently. He's right. Men are paying for pleasure with my body. They are not paying to pleasure me. To emphasize his point, he now lies on the bed passively, expecting me to show my dedication. And I must.

My hand reaches for his cock and I begin softly stroking it. He says I must enjoy it. And indeed I like the sight and feel of his cock twitching in my hand as it gradually goes back to life.

"Find love in what you do," Mark's mantra repeats over and over again as I train myself in the male-centered foreplay. The soothing lavender-like aroma from the incense seems to help drill the message home too. His words reach the deepest recesses of my mind, vanquishing all doubts I have about men and all warnings about black magic. In place of that, new messages etch into my long term memory. I can trust any man. I am here to serve men sexually. I love what I am doing. This is the new me, and I love the new me.

I shake from my daze and glance back at Mark, who now expectantly points at his cock which I am still gripping tightly. I smile sweetly in response, having finally and fully understood my assignment.

I start with my mouth. While my hand continues stimulating his cock, my lips make contact with his, as I aim to deliver a passionate experience reminiscent of a lover. Slowly, my mouth moves down to his nipples, lightly teasing him before I slide down to his cock. So there it is, my hand rubbing the base of his cock just like before, as I lick its swelling head. His pointers and guidance from the start till now registered in my head, giving me the necessary moves I need to please a man orally so that I can resuscitate his cock back to its fully erect state.

It just takes a few minutes of my dedicated oral attention, my warm wet mouth squeezing his cock with my head movements, when once again I see that magnificent, fully hard dick throb. Mark continues groaning his approval, and pride fills me up. With my body and my new skills, I managed to get Mark ready for a second round.

Ready for what?

"Condom?" I ask while I keep him stimulated.

"No."

Silly me. Of course it has to be a bareback full service, only the expensive and best options for my master. Come to think of it, it's pretty funny to realize in hindsight that I'm regarding someone as my master after I've known him for less than a few hours. But hey, life is full of surprises, no?

I squat on top of him, making sure to rub my moist pussy lips against his now eagerly waiting cock, before sliding it into me. It takes me some effort, but bit by bit I am eventually able to fit his entire length into me. We both grunt at the tightness. I am no virgin, but my experiences so far are limited and Mark is the biggest I have experienced to date.

I slowly move my hips up and down, gradually feeling my tight vaginal tunnel lubricating enough for Mark's size. And so I start thrusting with a steady pace, with a moan escaping my lips on every move.

Yes, Mark tells me I must enjoy my job. Therefore I like the feel of a hard cock, whoever that belongs to, thrusting in and out of my pussy. His hands reach out feeling my breasts, rubbing my nipples. Also, Mark tells me I must enjoy my job. Therefore I like a man touching my body, whoever he is.

It didn't take long for me to go on the edge. I eagerly bounce up and down with greater vigor than before, happily appreciative of my first customer's moans in rhythm with my own. Feels so tight... Feels so amazing... When my climax hits, it floods all my senses. All I know in that moment is euphoria and that I want even more.

We then change positions, and I am now on my hands and knees while Mark pounds me from behind. Having unloaded once in my mouth back at the living room, it would take longer for him to finish and it seems he is intent on using all his stamina on me. He reaches around to play with my clit as my head stays down, breathing hard and indulging in this whole situation of letting him use me this way. Looking back now, I finally see for myself how selfish I used to be. All I cared about was my own self-gratification, only allowing the rich and dashing gentlemen to get anywhere close to me, having them offer me one bigger gift after another just so they can achieve their goal of getting into my pants. Mark has opened my eyes, allowing me to understand that it is from the joys of serving that makes sex more enjoyable.

"Enjoying this?"

"Yes!"

"Want to cancel debt this way?"

"Yes!"

"Want to do this with other guys?"

"Yes, yes, I want to fuck more guys!"

At that line, Mark seems to lose control with his measured pace, he grips my hips tight and starts thrusting even faster and harder. God, my senses are overwhelming again... I gasp when my body too is now gearing up for yet another climax. Never before have I ever cum twice within a single session of lovemaking!

"God, yes I going to cum. Where you want me to cum?"

"Oooooohhhh yesssss! You can cum any where you like," I moan out loud. This is the correct behavior and attitude. When conducting such a session with any man, I need to be more accommodating. Always take anything the client wants to do to me with a smile.

So he starts thrusting savagely with wild abandon, and my body naturally follows his rhythm as well. He howls with joy when his orgasm hits, his cock pulsing in me as it releases his seed deep inside of me. Comprehending that my body is built for a man - any man - to enjoy, I take great delight in such a reaction. That thought along with all the sensations going straight to my cunt are enough to push me over the edge. I arch my back; my head rises as I too scream with unrestrained lust. My body slumps from that intensive excitement overriding every fiber of my being. The only remaining line of reason left in my mind is that I certainly can get used to this way of conducting business.

The similarly exhausted Mark sprawls on top of me, and we just lay there for the moment as our senses recover. Basking in our post-coital bliss, the solace from the touch of our sweaty bodies joined together, and his contented breaths in my ear, I slowly break into a smile.

[TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 3]