Tasha POV "You really can't be selling me off to men like I'm so damn thing you own!" I snapped, my voice shaking with and pure frustration. "Baby, If you've got a problem with that, then maybe you'd rather get your ass back to prison." "This wasn't the deal. I was supposed to strip, not-" I paused, my stomach twisting. "Not do hookups. You gaslit me into prostitution , and now you signed me up in an orgy fest?" "Exactly, you got it right," Madam said, her lips curling into a smirk. I stared at her in disbelief. "Why me? Why are you always on my neck? There are tons of other girls-way hotter-who could do this. Why can't you let me be? Why do you keep picking on me?" I was practically yelling. She tilted her head. "Oh, sweetheart don't raise your voice, darling. It's unattractive." "Are you rage-baiting me?" I snapped, anger bubbling out before I could stop it. "Seems like you're beginning to forget your place, Tasha." You're here to work and pay off your debts." She shoved her hand into a locker, pulling out an old record book. Her pen traced down a page. "Let's see... ah, here you are." Her lips curled. "Tasha Knox. Income: 13k dollars. Debt: 67k dollars". She shut the book with a loud snap. "So, bitch, I'm doing your ass a favor. Get your ass oiled up. You've got an orgy to attend. Fuck as many men as you can and bring in good cash." I swallowed hard. I couldn't even argue. I couldn't do anything. The debt is overwhelming, and I urgently need to do everything I possibly can to free myself from this mistake. I turned to leave. "Hey, hey, Tasha," Madam whispered. I stopped, a flicker of hope sparked in me. Maybe she's reconsidering her decisions.. I turned, forcing a fake smile. "Yes, Madam Cupid?" She pouted. " Ugh, just call me Cupid. I'm not old. I just happen to be in charge of all you lovely bitches in Euphoria." "Euphoria". The name makes me laugh inside, whenever I hear it . The club was anything but euphoric. "Ugh, fix your attitude, bitch." She spat, I guess she noticed my strange facial expression. "Anyway, Natasha's coming today. Her tone softened, which instantly put me on edge. You could use your orgy money for a little upgrade, you know. Get your body done. Sexier body, more men, more money." I scoffed. "Natasha? The unlicensed nurse?" "What do you mean unlicensed? You don't need a license to be a BBL nurse. You could literally just wake up one day and start doing it-watch a few YouTube videos and boom, you're set." Plus, Natasha's been doing it for ages. It's just seven grand and you're brand new." "Seven thousand dollars? That's 'just' to you?" I barked a laugh. "Cupid, I can't even pay rent. I'm not about to risk ending up looking like-" I stopped, my eyes scanning her uneven hips. "-like you." I Really can't afford to be a lab rat for some botched experiment like yours." The words slipped out before I could stop them. Her expression dropped. "What did you just say?" "You heard me. Your body looks like uneven plastic. That hip dip? Baby, that's nowhere near a BBL. Honestly, I think Natasha has serious beef with you, because why the hell do you look like.. " She cut me off before I could finish my sentence. "Who gave you the audacity to talk to me in such manner?" she barked. I smirked. "It's giving melted plastic." "Cupid , my dear, you literally can't do anything worse than sending me to a 24-hour sex marathon or signing me up for a world record-'woman who fucked 150 men in 12 hours.' Go ahead," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. She smirked. "Thanks for the idea, Tasha." My eyes widened. "Wait, what? I was joking!" I raised my shoulders, scrambling. "I didn't mean it!" She rolled her eyes. " don't care, bitch. Get dressed. Grab some lube. They shouldn't be fucking a dry pussy." I smirked. "Jokes on you. My pussy's always wet and juicy. That's why men pick me over you. "The only reason you're still in a high-ranking position in this club is because you've been at it for years, and you still haven't paid off your debt." Her eyes burned with rage. "Keep talking, bitch." I smirked, whispering as I walked away, "Amoeba." Her mouth dropped open, but I didn't care. I turned and walked away, her shocked silence trailing behind me. ********* "Hey, Tasha!" I turned around to see Nicolas. "What now?" I snapped, rolling my eyes, my frustration boiling over. He chuckled. "You've always got an attitude." "Maybe because I'm tired of this hellhole," I said flatly. "We all are, not just you ," he said, running a hand through his messy hair. "So fix your face. More smiles, more customers. That's how we get out." "Easy for you to say?" I spat. He shrugged, smirking. "Uh, yeah." "Tch." I folded my arms. "You're the reason we're all in this mess, Nicolas. You and your stupid deal." He frowned. "No, no, no, missy. You're not dumping that on me. We all agreeded to this, remember? Better here than in prison." He gave me a playful elbow. I shot him a death stare. "Touch me again and I'll rearrange your teeth." Yanking my arm from his grip. "Fuck you, Nicolas," I muttered under my breath as I kept walking. He raised his hands in surrender. "Damn, calm down. You look sexy today though. We could do a quickie sweetie" "Go to hell, Nicolas," I sneered as I walked away. Men whistled and slapped my ass and groped my boobs as I passed. I didn't flinch anymore. In Euphoria, I was a slave, and they had every right. The bass-heavy music pulsed through the walls, drowning out my thoughts. I reached the changing room, expecting it to be empty. But it wasn't. My heart sank. A bunch of girls were packing up, like their shift was over. I froze. "Why's everyone leaving?" No one answered. "Screw them all," I muttered under my breath, because why the fuck am I ignored? They don't like me-which is totally fine, I don't like them either, but they make it so obvious. Argh, at least I hide my hatred sometimes. Well, I don't even care. I went to my station and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup was smudged, my hair a mess. "Argh, fuck," I muttered. "I just need a place to crash out, this club should even have a rage room." The girls behind me burst out laughing. I didn't know what was so funny. One of them, Lila, the pink head, sauntered over. "Why are you dressing up?" she asked, her tone mocking. "Why aren't you dressing up?" I shot back. She smirked. "Relax, I'm just asking. Don't take your aggression out on me. I'm loved at home, unlike you . I'm just asking because Cupid said someone volunteered to strip for us all, so we get to go home. My brows furrowed. "Who?" She grinned. "No one knows. We asked everyone else-they said it wasn't them. You're the only one left. And, well, you're obsessed with cocks, so we just asummed it's you". "No hard feelings." I clenched my fists. The urge to slap her was overwhelming , but I couldn't. Fighting meant losing all the income I've worked for. So I smiled instead. "Cute theory." Then I turned back to the mirror, picking up my lip liner and tracing the edges carefully. Pink-hair scoffed and stomped off. "Tch, Bitch," I whispered under my breath. I looked at my reflection again, straightening my red hair into a loose beach wavy bun. My eyes glistened, but I refused to cry. The door creaked open, and for a second, I thought it was Cupid again - ready to dump more crap on me. But it wasn't. It was Nina. My roommate, or at least the closest thing I had to a friend in this messed-up place. "Tash," she said softly, walking closer. "You good?" I sighed. "Define good." She gave me a sad smile. "I heard what Cupid said. About the orgy. You don't have to go honey ." I scoffed. "And what? Go back to prison? She'll find a way to make me pay either way, and you all might likely get affected ." Nina bit her lip. "I've got a plan," she whispered. I turned to her. "Oh God, please don't tell me it's one of your crazy ideas again." She grinned. "Maybe. But this time, it'll work. There's a truck leaving tonight. For real. If we can sneak out before midnight-" "Nina," I cut her off. "If we get caught, it's game over. You know that." I'd go, I'd be fine baby, I said, my voice sooting. "Just stay and maybe look for some clients who want a private slow dance or fuck, okay, babe?"  

Tasha's POV What the actual fuck? My heart pounded like I'd just run a marathon as I peeked into the room. Three fucking naked guys with huge cocks!!! Scratch that-three. Two more were chilling on the balcony, their silhouettes just as intimidating. These dudes looked like they'd gone through dick enlargement or something. Each one looked like they'd been sculpted for sin, their dicks thick, veiny, huge....literally way out of the world. "This is too much". "My tiny cunt isn't ready for this," I whispered, my voice trembling. Anal? Yeah, I'd always been scared of it, and these guys didn't look like they were here to go easy. "Yo Hey, bitch, why you hiding?" one of them growls, stroking his massive cock. "Get that tight ass over here." Busted. "Guess I'm caught," I muttered, stepping forward, my heels clicking with each shaky step. My stomach twisting with horny anticipation , my pussy was already wet, I hated how I get turned on really fast. Betraying me. They turned, eyeing me like hungry wolves. They surround me, eyes raking over my body like I'm their fucktoy, well I was. One guy, all smirks and wicked vibes, licks his lips. "Think you can take all this cocks, red head?" he teases, jerking his dick slow and deliberate. I nod, voice shaky but pussy throbbing. "Fuck yeah, I can." "Damn right, you will," he snarls, grabbing his cock harder. "Come here, bitch, Come sit, slut. Have some whiskey to loosen that tight pussy up." I forced a fake smile, my heart was literally hammering so hard as I walked toward them. I sat next to him, the others scooting to make room, boxing me in the middle. Another guy-huge, caramel-skinned, with a massive black cock tipped with pink-motioned me closer. "That's it, baby," he purred, eyeing my curves like I was his next meal. "Name's Josh." "Tasha," I mumbled, avoiding his eyes. There's a theory I heard looking into a guy's eyes during or before sex could make them catch feelings. Obviously, I don't want that. So, no thanks. My eyes flicked to his hand. A fucking wedding ring? This guy's married, he even looks old enough to be my dad, and he's here ready to wreck me. Men like him are exactly why some women turn into misandrists. Because what the hell. Typical asshole. "Open that pretty mouth, whore," Josh growled, pouring whiskey down my throat, his fingers grazing my lips. "Swallow it, just like you'll swallow my cum soon." I choked it down, cheeks burning. "Don't worry," he added, smirking. "Five cocks, one slut. You're gonna love this party." "Sure," I said, my voice weak, but my pussy was already throbbing. They started introducing themselves, but I wasn't catching names. In my head, I was already nicknaming them by their cocks. Josh was Pink Tip. The huge caramel guy? Andrew. Then there was Enzo, Mickey, and Hunter-oh, Hunter. His cock is a full definition of monster cock, should be at least ten inches, screaming trouble. My pussy was about to be destroyed, and I wouldn't walk for days. Thanks, Cupid. Hunter stepped closer, towering over me. He picked up a remote, and loud music filled the room, the heavy beat making my heart race. Without warning, he slapped my face with his massive cock-hard, not playful. My heart raced. This wasn't a hookup; I was their fucktoy. I opened my mouth, licking his tip, tasting his salty precum. These San Francisco guys were mostly bi, I won't be shocked if they'd been messing around before I got here. He yanked his cock away, and before I could react, Enzo grabbed my hair, yanking me off the couch. He spun me around, spanking my ass so hard I gasped, the sting shooting straight to my clit. His cock rubbed against my cheeks, swaying to the music. "You like that, don't you, my little whore?" he taunted, smacking me again. "BOYS!" a new voice boomed. I turned, and holy shit-this guy was screaming sex. I'd call this one -Caleb. "Looks like it's just this bitch tonight," he said, smirking. "Let's fuck her stupid." My throat tightened. Five cocks. Just me. My head spun. Hunter grabbed my arms, pinning them behind me. "Balcony, now," he growls. They didn't ask-they moved me . My dress was ripped off by Andrew, leaving me in just my thong. "Fuck, look at this slut," Mickey muttered, his hands grabbing my tits, squeezing hard. He sucked one nipple while Josh attacked the other, his tongue flicking fast. "Oh fuckkk" I growled. "You're such a naughty girl, Tasha" Huter sneered. He bent me over the balcony railing, my ass thrusted out. "Ready for this, whore?" he asked, but didn't give a shit about my answers. His massive throbbing cock pressed against slick cunt, teasing my entrance. He didn't ease in-he slammed into me, slow but so fucking deep, stretching my tight pussy until I gasped, my walls clenching around his huge cock . "Ohhh, fuck!" I moaned loud. my body trembling as he filled me, his dick so big it felt like he'd split me open. "Take it, you slutty little bitch," he snarled, grabbing my hips, thrusting harder, his balls slapping my clit with every brutal thurst. My pussy creamed around him, the wet squirt of my juices filling the air as I whimpered, "God, yes, fuck me harder!" I moaned raw and needy, my cunt throbbing with every inch he buried inside me. Enzo was behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks wide. spitting on his fingers and rubbing my tight asshole. "Relax, slut," he said. He pushed his cock against my hole, and I tensed, fear spiking. I'd never done anal, but there was no stopping him now. He slid in, slow at first, then harder, filling me until I thought I'd break. "Oh shit!! Mother !!" I cried out, gripping the railing. "Fuck, this ass is so tight," his cock stretching my virgin hole. The pain burned, but it melted into a dirty, mind-blowing pleasure that had me moaning like a bitch in heat. "Ohhh, God, yes! Fuck my ass!" I screamed. Enzo groaned, thrusting in sync with Hunter. Two cocks pounded me, one in my pussy, one in my ass, their rhythm was perfect, like they'd done this before. You like that, don't you, you cock-hungry slut?" Enzo taunted, spanking my ass hard, the sting making my clit throb as he pounded deeper, his balls slapping against me. "Moan louder, bitch-let everyone know you're our fucktoy." Caleb stepped up, his cock hard and glistening. He grabbed Enzo's hips. "You fuck her, I gonna wreck you," he said, He spat on his cock, slicking it up, then slammed into Enzo's ass Enzo let out a deep, slutty moan, "Ohhh, fuck, yes!" his body jerking as Caleb's thick dick stretched him open. The force made Enzo's thrusts into my ass even harder, his cock pounding my tight hole deeper, making me scream, "Holy shit, yes! Fuck me raw!" The chain-cock in ass in ass in pussy-was fucking insane, Josh climbed onto the railing, his think cock swinging in my face. "Open that slutty whore mouth, now! ," he ordered. I obeyed. my lips parting wide, and he shoved his cock down my throat, i gagged hard, my eyes watering as he fucked my face, his balls slapping my chin with every thrust. "Suck it deeper, you cock-hungry bitch," he growled, grabbing my hair, forcing his dick so deep I choked, spit dripping down my chin, mixing with his precum. "Fuck, that's it, gag on my cock," he taunted, thrusting harder, making my throat burn as I moaned around him, "Mmmph, yes!" Mickey kept sucking my tits, his mouth greedy, sucking my nipples so hard I whimpered, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sending his teeth grazing my skin, sending shocks through me. "These tits are fucking perfect," he groaned, biting down just enough to make me cry out, "Ohhh, fuck, yes!" My body was on fire, every inch claimed by massive cocks and rough hands. Hunter's dick was still wrecking my pussy, Enzo's pounding my ass, Caleb fucking Enzo, Josh choking me with his cock, Mickey devouring my tits.