High-Class Hooker

"Right," Chloe said, pushing Ronni back into the chair, "you look good, girl, but we need to do your make-up too."

Chloe pulled open a dresser draw, removing some make-up, and she set to work.

Ronni smiled as the make-up was slapped on. Thick eyeshadow and eyeliner, red rouge on her cheeks, giant false eyelashes, glitter lip gloss.

She turned and looked at herself in the mirror when Chloe had finished.

This was a woman far from the world of high society, she smiled. This was a woman with no class, no money, no education. She was made for one thing, and one thing only.

And, she realised, she wanted to get back to that one thing.

Chloe could see it in her eyes too, and beamed as she sprayed Ronni with a bit of pungent perfume to complete the effect.

"Time for you to get back to work, Ronni," Chloe smiled.

***

Chloe stood at the bedroom window, watching Ronni on the street. The former heiress stood, smoking and looking as seductive as possible.

And, Chloe thought, when you look as hot as that, it's not a hard thing to do.

It didn't take five minutes before the first car pulled up.

Chloe saw money exchange hands, and be stuffed into Ronni's right boot. She watched as Ronni threw her cigarette away and climbed into the front seat. That familiar bobbing motion left no doubt as to what she'd been paid to do.

Chloe stepped away from the curtains and smiled.

Ronni was going to have a fun night.

The list of punters Chloe had called, asking for a favour, would certainly see to that.

***

That next morning, Lady Veronica woke up in an alleyway.

She would ordinarily have been disgusted at the mere idea but, at the moment, she felt too sore to care. Her head was swimming, and her body felt sore all over.

She struggled to her feet. She was conscious of aches and pains everywhere, but especially between her legs. Her pussy felt well-used, and her behind, as if it were on fire.

The heiress looked down at her green outfit and heels, and was conscious of a dry, hard substance that had clearly run all down her legs.

She ran her hand up her leg, right to the top, and found an unfamiliar pair of panties. With underwear on her mind, she was suddenly aware that her bra was gone.

She brought her hand to her face, and found the dried substance there too.

She inhaled deeply, as if in shock, and picked up the lingering aroma of smoke on her clothing, mixing with the pungent aroma from the panties. How odd, she thought, I don't smoke, but she was strangely reassured by the scent - by that intimate feeling of smoke and sex.

Lady Veronica thought hard about what had happened last night, but she couldn't come up with anything - using the last of the change maker, Chloe had had her redress herself and forget any conscious memories of what had happened. Her mind was blank, and she'd been ordered not to find anything at all suspicious with her circumstances.

As far she could recall, the night was just one happy, blurry haze, and Lady Veronica was happy to leave it that way.

Her clutch bag was nearby. She'd remembered the car, and opened it, extracting her phone. Near-full charge, courtesy of Chloe.

She Googled the number of a garage.

Soon she'd be out of this horrible place.

Until the memories of Hooker Alley returned as she slept.