She was afraid she'd feel like a whore before she allowed herself to be gang banged at the Club. But she didn't feel like a whore the next morning. Sh... felt good about it, and the money sure didn't hurt either.But now, tonight, she's just fucked a man in a hotel room for money. Although they use a feel-good word for it, 'dating', there's no doubt what it really is. It's what prostitutes call turning a trick. Jill is confronted with the fact that she just did what whores do.'Have I really become. "Use your Mom's clothing or whatever you need to do, but I want you looking pretty for me. Tomorrow night you are not Eric, you are Erica. Is that understood?" Yes," he answered, reluctantly.I left him and smirked, knowing that tomorrow I would be fucking his ass.*****I arrived half an hour late and was shocked by what I saw when the door opened. Eric ceased to exist and was replaced by the shockingly cute Erica. He wore a red dress, black stockings, blonde wig, made-up like a chick getting. Someone unties your robe, and it drops open, revealing the front of your body. Warm hands slide across the newly revealed places. The first touch to your breasts sends electricity through your body. Now hands are running up the insides of your thighs. You feel your sex grow warmer and wetter.Someone removes the robe entirely. You are totally naked before an unknown group of people. Hands are stroking your body, and you like it. Your body is responding. Your nipples thrust forward. Your labia. Well let me describe myself first I’m about 5 foot 3 inches , short blonde hair, blue eyes and a very shapely body, not to mention 38C breasts. As I said before I knew I had to have him but before I got the chance to say anything to him, he was already out the door. My mind couldn’t stop thinking about him for the next few days hoping, wishing that I would see him again, playing out the fantasies in my mind of what he could do to me. What I wanted him to do to me. And then.