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[b][u][center]Cheating Clients

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Britney groaned under her breath as the latest customer slid out from her pussy. He was nice and thick, but the length had left something to be desired. She shook her head, resisting the urge to reach for the cloth at her side to wipe herself clean, knowing some of her clients liked to see their seed oozing out of her.

[i]That, and I get a bonus for every creampie in me at the end of the day,[/i] she reminded herself, showing off for both the young man and the camera that was at the far end of the room. Her client grinned, patting his slick dick a few times before reaching for his clothes.

“Fucking hot that you take it bare.”

[i]You paid for it,[/i] she thought.

“You’re fucking hot enough to take it,” she said, a fake smile plastered over her face.

“Heh. Next time I’m in town, I’m definitely hitting you up again.”

He walked out as soon as his pants were on, still in the process of pulling his shirt over his head. Shaking her own, she slumped back against the sheets, feeling the pillow trapping some of her hair beneath it. The blond lengths were going to need to be freed before the next client if she didn’t want it to become unwanted bondage, but it was what it was.

[i]Couple more months, and I’m off-shift,[/i] she thought, rubbing her forehead. [i]Just a few more months to pay for the next year of college…[/i]

And then she could hope to high heaven that there was none of her clients attending college. She couldn’t afford the hole in the wall that most of the anonymous girls got, so all of her clients knew her face. They’d be able to pick her out of a line-up without even trying, and that…

Well, that was the last thing that she needed. This was supposed to be temporary. It was. It just...had gone on longer than it was supposed to.

[i]Just a couple more months, though. Then it’s done.[/i]

“Alright, who’s next? Britney’s waiting,” she called out, spreading her legs to look as inviting as possible.

Whatever she had expected, the woman that walked through the door wasn’t it. Not just because she was a woman, which was violation enough of the contract that she had signed with the brothel. No, there was also the fact that she was a bigger woman, thicker across the shoulders and covered with enough muscle to make it clear that she went to the gym more than the average guy.

And did a lot more than the average guy, considering that one tense shoulder flex almost ripped her shirt open, too. Britney’s eyes went wide, flicking her gaze back up to the smirking, almost absurdly pale woman.

“You…might want to try down the hall,” she said as politely as possible. “I only work with guys.”

“Heh, you mean you’re lazy.”

“What?!”

Britney started to sit up, only to receive the abrupt reminder from her hair that she was still pinning herself down. She yelped as she almost had a few strands pulled right out of her scalp, and flopped back down, her breasts swinging up and almost tapping her in the chin.

Grumbling as she freed herself, she was forced to put on yet more of a display for a customer that she did not want. The other woman laughed, leaning against the doorway, folding her hands together.

“I mean, you’re used to guys humping away and then leaving. You don’t even have to do anything. They just want a hole. So, why put in the effort?”

“I can! When they pay me to.”

“Yeah, but what about when I pay you to?”

“That’s different. I’m not interested in women.”

“Are you interested in Benjamins?”

Britney watched as the stranger stuck a hand in her pocket and pulled out some money. The front note was a hundred dollar bill, twice the cost she charged to cum in her pussy. Then the other woman fanned it out, revealing three, four, five, six, all the way up to twelve of them.

“All yours, if you give me thirty minutes.”

“...”

She grumbled. She hated the idea of going against her standards, particularly as the boss would use it as proof that she could serve both sexes, but that wasn’t something that she could fight. She needed the money.

“Fine.”

“Heh, awesome.”

Britney blinked as the pale woman took off her shirt, throwing it - coincidentally or not - right over the little stuffed animal in the corner that had the camera in it. It got worse when the pale woman turned around and pulled the dresser the animal was on in front of the door.

“What the hell? Put that back.”

“After we’re done.”

“You crazy bitch. Put it back, right now?”

“Heh…”

The pale woman tensed up all of a sudden, and her bra snapped right off. More than that, rips spread across the outside of her hips, running along her tight shorts almost from the waistband down to the bottom of the short legs. The woman turned…

And something was wrong. Her eyes...her eyes were weird…

[i]They’re too big,[/i] Britney realized. [i]They’re way too big.[/i]

And they were getting bigger, too, even as the pale woman’s face started to swell, growing wider, thicker, her forehead rising and her hair starting to fall out. Britney backed up, the prostitute pushing herself back until her head bumped into the wooden headboard.

“What the fuck?!”

“There’s more than humans out there, little whore. And sometimes, we ladies get soooo lonely when our males prefer your helpless little species…”

She was still changing, pulling off her pants, tossing them to the side. Her pussy was already dripping, but it was getting wetter, looking more like slime down there than the usual thinner juices she was used to seeing on herself. Worse, the flesh was unnaturally smooth, and...and it was darkening.

Her eyes went wider still as she looked back up at the naked woman’s head, seeing pale flesh going black, mouth widening and growing bigger. It was not quite beak-like, not in the way that the animals in the bay were, but it pushed forward more than it should. As her client smirked, more and more of those smooth teeth started to change, forming points, deadly sharp points, and behind it, a tongue that was wider and almost terrifyingly pink could be seen.

The client held up her hands, the fingers growing webbed flesh between the digits, spreading and thickening. Black patterns started to grow along her arm, too, getting more and more obvious, more inhuman.

“What are you? What...what the fuck are you?”

“A were-orca, little whore. I hope you’re ready to taste the sea…”

The other woman stepped onto the bed, an already-large foot growing bigger, the same webbing between the fingers forming between the toes. It widened, and as it lifted, a layer of wet slime was left behind, almost like the skin was oozing something to keep itself moist.

Britney wanted to move, to run, but as that webbed hand grabbed her by the ankle, she knew that there was nothing she could do to get away. She screamed as she was yanked forward, her leg held in a grip of iron. Her breath came hard and fast as she stared up at the other, changing woman, watching as proportional breasts started to grow, pushing out, growing bigger and heavier.

Her hands were yanked up, pressed against them, and the were-orca grinned as she arched her back.

“Fondle them, girl. I’m paying you, aren’t I?”

It was a command that she was all too used to hearing, and she moved on auto-pilot, squeezing those growing breasts as the other woman arched her back even further. A loud crack split the air, and as Britney looked towards the foot of the bed, she saw the long, black and white tail of an orca slowly pushing out. The flukes at the end were growing along with the rest of the tail, and she imagined that would make this strange creature even more dangerous to try and escape. One slap with that could break bones.

Already thick with muscle, the were-orca seemed to take on an even thicker, curvier appearance as a layer of fat spread across her muscles. That didn’t make her any less dangerous, though. If anything, it seemed to make her more intimidating, with teeth that could shred and a belly that seemed to need feeding.

Bit by bit, the stranger climbed over her, until those thick, smooth, black and white thighs were pressed to either side of the prostitute’s head. She stared up at a wet pussy that was only inches above her face, a pulsing clit drawing her attention, a wet hole begging to have something shoved inside.

It smelled of the sea, and she shivered as it pressed down against her nose and mouth.

“Alright, bitch. Time for you to earn your pay. If you get me off more than once, I’ll even let you keep that human body of yours…”

The money had gotten her into this. The idea of becoming like the monster on top of her pushed her to do a better job than ever. Britney stuck out her tongue, driving it into the other woman with as much force as she could manage. The soft grunt from above was a hopeful sign, but she knew there was more than just that to do.

[i]Fuck, fuck, fuck, what did I get myself into?[/i] she whispered to herself as she ate out a monster that was twice her width and towered over her. [i]God, I hope that this is going to be good enough…[/i]

The monster gave her no other sign, so Britney held her breath and dove deep. Any questions could wait for later. For now, survival was all that mattered.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]