Hookered

You were prowling the night in your Audi of the year. You didn’t usually visit this part of town, as it was considered a ghetto. It was for people with lower aspirations, lazy people on social security, minimum wage workers, and illegal immigrants. But you were still here, driving around slowly, looking for something in particular, something that you couldn’t find in any other part of town. That is when you spotted them. Two ladies, dressed cheaply in tight revealing outfits, standing beneath a street lamp, sharing a cigarette. Obviously Hispanic, they actually looked quite young, and quite beautiful, to your relief. You really didn’t want to pick up some old shriveled up whore. But one of these two would do just fine, hell maybe even both of them, if the price wasn’t too high,

And so, you pulled up lowering your windows, beckoning them to come over. They extinguished their cigarette and came over to your window. They started to speak but you interrupted them, getting straight to the point.

“How much for the full night? And how much more for the both of you at the same time?”

They looked shocked at your questions, and you realized you may have made a mistake.

“You think that just because we dress night and hang out outside in the evening, we are prostitutes? We were just waiting for our Uber to come pick us up for our friend’s party you Asshole!” She shouted at you, obviously insulted. Irked by her name calling, you reply.

“How can you blame me for this mistake? How could I have thought other ways, dressed the way you are, in this part of town at this hour, two Latinas just standing there waiting, anyone else would have thought the same thing!”

Now the girl at the window seemed outraged. “So now it is because we are Hispanic? You racist jerk!”

She withdrew a small container from her purse opened it and violently emptied its contents within your car, the pink powder spreading all over your car interior, getting on your seats, on you, and inside you as you inhaled it, coughing wildly.

“Let’s see you like being a Cheap Hispanic Whore.” She shouted at you, leaving your car and grabbing her friend’s arms, dragging her further down the sidewalk away from you. On your side you were still coughing violently trying to regain your breath.

As you coughed you strangely heard your voice get higher and higher. Bent over in your seat, you could see on the side of your face dark black hair starting to trickle down becoming longer and longer, taking on a bit of a greasy look. Gone was you professionally cut blond hair, now you had this unkempt mass sitting on top of your head, flowing down to the level of your chest. As you brought your hand to your mouth, as a reflex to stop the coughing, you noticed your skin tone getting darker, to a light brown, fingers becoming dainty, your manicured nails roughing up, looking like they were chewed up, then a cheap nail polish applied over them.

With each heaving motion of the cough a surge of flesh added itself on your chest, until you were sporting a very sizable pair of tits. Then you felt yourself rise up a little from your seat as your ass received the same treatment, growing with every cough, until it was bulging beneath you, a big padding between you and the seat. Your thighs thickened and legs shortened, until you could barely reach the pedals. Finally, the coughing ceased, and you regained some of your composure looking with horror at your changed body.

Gone was your expensive three-piece suit, you were now sporting a cheap stretchy pink dress, with no bra to contain your new breasts, putting your nipples on clear display. You also seemed to be lacking underwear, as you felt cold air coming in direct contact with your damp pussy. Oh god your dick was gone! Your hard leather shoes had also been replaced with a pair of stiletto heels, and your arms were sporting some gaudy fake jewelry, completing the cheap whore look. You also noticed that your nice car was gone, replaced by some banged up civic that must have been at least 15 years old.

“Dios, estoy en serios problemas.”

You gasped, realizing that while your voice was abnormally high, you also spoke in perfect Spanish. Gone was all most of your knowledge of English was gone. To your horror, going over it in your head, you realized the only three things you could say in English were: “20 dollars for suck”, “50 dollars for fuck”, “10 dollars more for ass”. Going through your new knowledge, you also realized that you were late for your shift, and that Paulo would beat you if you were late again. And so, you started up your car, with it making a deep rattling noise, and drove off towards your pimp’s place, to start the first night of your life as a Hispanic prostitute.

1 Year later

You were standing on a street corner, ass still sore from your previous John. He had been particularly rough. But still you put on a good show, smiling and moaning enthusiastically while getting fucked. It got you good tips, and god knows you needed the money. Being a single mom was rough, and with deep alcohol and drugs problem you basically used up all your money as soon as you got it. Life was hard and was even harder knowing how privileged you were barely a year ago, with all the money in the world, as a man who got everything that he wanted. Now you were just some whore, who couldn’t do anything else with her life, the curse made sure of that. You tried getting other jobs, but somehow every night you would still end up on the streets, all made up, looking for strangers to fuck for money.

As you were standing there a car rolled by, windows down, with an oddly familiar girls face smiling at you. The car didn’t stop in front of you, but as it passed by, she shouted a few words to you. They were in English so you did not understand them, as however hard you tried you could never learn any new words in English. You sighed in discontent, but another car was approaching, and this one was slowing down. And so, you put a smile on, approached it, heels clicking on the pavement, bent down, showing your deep cleavage to the occupant, and asked:

“Suck or Fuck? 20 dollars for suck, 50 dollars for fuck.”