#implied prostitution
Her:
I had two phones - one for my personal use and one for work use. I purposely bought 2 different types of phones and different types of cases because I didn’t want to mistake them - not with the job I had!
There was one number I talked to all the time on my personal phone that I never expected to show up on my work phone. However, when my boss contacted me with a new client using that number, my pussy immediately got wet and I decided to accept the client.
The day I was supposed to meet the new client, I groomed myself very carefully and put on my sexiest outfit that accentuated the parts of me that I knew he liked from listening to him comment on those parts of his wife more than others and then on others when she passed away.
Him:
After my wife passed away, I mourned, naturally. But eventually my libido woke up and I started noticing other women. But I didn’t want to date - I wasn’t really sure why. Eventually I decided I had to get off the bench somehow and back in the game so when I went out of town for business I decided to hire an escort.
Now, I knew that that city was where someone else I knew lived. But I wasn’t worried about running into her with my escort. It was a big city, after all, and she didn’t live anywhere near my hotel or the restaurant I was going to with the escort. But I did contact her and see if she wanted to go to lunch with me the day after my “date” and catch up. Not that I was going to mention my “date.”
Her:
When he contacted me on my personal phone and suggested getting together for lunch the day after, I had to giggle to myself even as I told him I’d love to have lunch with him. I had a moment of doubt - would it be awkward - but ignored those worries. We had a good relationship so if the date didn’t go well, we’d have a good laugh. And if it went well…who knows? Maybe we’d just have brunch in bed?
Him:
The day finally arrived and I texted the escort to see if she would be ready at 5. “Yes,” she responded. “I’ll be wearing a burgundy dress. See you then.”
I pulled up to the address she gave me at 5 and saw a very nice looking woman outside waiting for me, dressed in an outfit that really accentuated her legs and ass, my favorite parts of a woman. I adjusted myself in my pants, already half hard at the sight. She was facing away, texting on her phone so instead of rudely honking at her - maybe she wasn’t the right person? - it was the right color dress but coincidences did happen - I texted the escort. “I’m at the address now, in the silver BMW.”
I looked back out the window just in time to see her approaching the car. I wasn’t soon enough to see her face, however, so when she opened the door and got in the car, I was shocked.
She looked at me impishly and said, “Hello, Daddy. Let’s go.”
I stared at her in shock and started the car on autopilot and drove to the restaurant. At the restaurant, I asked for a private table and after some remonstrating on my part and soothing/cajoling on hers, I calmed down.
Then she put her hand on mine and said, “You’ve already paid for me. Why don’t we just go with it? I’ve always thought you were sexy and I’m pretty sure you like how I look. Let’s just go with it, huh? No worries. If we have a good time, great. If not, well, at least we both get our ashes hauled and have something to laugh about tomorrow.”
In spite of myself, I agreed. So I relaxed and we flirted throughout dinner, then I took her back to my hotel. And, well, we had a great time.
Her (one year later):
So today was our one year anniversary of the first time we fucked. And that was what we did - fucked. I let him have me in every way possible. The next morning, we made love then had brunch. We never did make it to a restaurant for lunch. We had a quiet heart-to-heart and I quit my escorting job and he sold his house where he’d lived with Mom. He arranged for a transfer to an office in a third city where neither of us had lived and we bought a new house together. I started calling myself Mrs. instead of Ms. and he started introducing me as his wife.
I went off birth control and not long later the inevitable happened. So now here I am nursing our two-week-old son and I hear him bringing me brunch in bed, our weekend tradition now.
I’m so glad I accepted him as my client. Daddy’s the best husband I could have asked for and he can still fuck my brains out even though he’s twenty-one years older than I am.
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CW: Drugging, implied sex trafficking/prostitution, head trauma mention, poor self image, discussion of past trauma, passing out, implied suicide attempt
“Where… where am I..?”
Atlas turned from the window to look at Val. “You’re awake.” Relief swept over them.
“Wh-who… what’s going on?” Val struggled to sit up, their tone rapidly becoming more upset.
“It’s okay— you’re okay. We’re back at my house.”
Val grasped the edge of the blankets near their chest, their eyes flickering over the interior of the room. “D-don't— You don’t have to dru-drug me again— I can— I’ll be good— I won't— I won’t try to get away anym-more— I’m sor-sorry—”
Atlas sat at the end of the bed, mentally kicking themself as Val flinched. “I’m not going to drug you. I won’t hurt you.”
“I don’t believe you—” Val whimpered, shrinking back against the pillows.
Atlas took a steadying breath. “Val— listen, you might not believe me, but it is true. I swear on the soul of my father that I will not hurt you and that I only want to help you.” Atlas extended a hand, open and palm up, to Val. “I can see that you don’t trust me. I know I’ve made mistakes with you already and for that I am deeply sorry. Can you forgive me?”
Val’s eyes fixed on Atlas’s hand, their muscles tense. “I-I… I f-forgive you…” And they reluctantly and gingerly placed their small hand atop Atlas’s.
Atlas didn’t really think Val had forgiven them, but they found the gesture of trust— however small— reassuring. There was hope that things could change. One day, Val would be okay.
“Can you get up? Are you strong enough?”
Val struggled and managed to get their feet on the ground from the bed, but when they tried to stand, they had to sit back down.
“May I help you?” Atlas stood and Val flinched again.
“I don't— d-don’t want to be carried…”
“Then I won’t carry you. If you lean on me, do you think you can walk a short ways?”
“I-I… I-I can try…”
Atlas helped Val to stand and led them out of the room into the hallway. Val was slow, but Atlas didn’t try to pick them up. “Right in here. Come on. Sit down.” Atlas helped Val to the table and to a chair.
Val sat down, taking a shaky breath as they looked around the dining hall.
“I’m going to bring you something to eat. And I want you to meet the rest of the household if that’s alright.”
Val nodded lightly and Atlas disappeared into the kitchen. “Six? Would you find Seven and Emery and join me in the dining room please?”
Six, a short werewolf with bangs obscuring most of their face, nodded and left the kitchen.
Atlas made something for Val to eat and came back to the dining room just in time to see Six, Seven, and Emery come in through a side door.
Val started to tremble a little bit as the three new arrivals sat at the table.
“Val? I’d like to introduce the rest of the house. This is Six—” Atlas motioned to the werewolf with bangs covering their eyes. “They don’t really talk much. This is Seven, Six’s litter mate—” Another werewolf, who looked identical to Six aside from the fact that their hair was brushed out of their face, gave a curt nod. “They have an… interesting attitude, but they’re sweet at heart. And this is Emery—” A tall lanky vampire with red hair and brown eyes waved at Val. “They’re a social butterfly. Six, Seven, Emery— this is Val. They’re a shapeshifter.”
A chorus of hellos resounded from the trio. Even Six chimed in, albeit quietly.
Val whispered a hello in response.
“Val, you don’t have to share anything if you don’t want to, but I’ll let you alone with them now if you’re okay with it.”
—
Val nodded weakly, unsure if it was a proper response, but then Atlas was gone and they couldn’t change their mind. They didn’t trust Atlas, but… well… they didn’t really want them to leave, either…
“So I’m Seven.” Seven kicked back in their chair. “Me and Six were born at a mill. There were so many litters that they just named us by number. That’s why we’re Six and Seven. There used to be One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Eight too. Then Two died when we were born. The rest didn’t make it out with me and Six. Last I saw them, Three was still alive, though.”
Val didn’t know what to do with this information, so they just stared. Why was Seven sharing this with them?
“Atlas is a good human— one of the only good humans. You seem like you don’t trust him, but you can. And you should.”
The vampire— Emery cut in. “Don’t be weird, Seven. They haven’t even been here for twenty-four hours yet. Talking about trust and shit… Anyway, my name’s Emery! I’m a vampire— obviously. When I got turned, I thought I was a monster. I tried… well… long story short, things weren’t good for me— y'know— mentally. But Atlas helped me take control of my life again.”
Val looked at Six, almost expecting a story from them too, but they didn’t speak.
“Six… suffered a traumatic brain injury.” Seven said, following Val’s gaze. “They can understand everything, but… they can’t really put together more than three or sometimes four words at a time…”
“I-I’m sorry…”
“It is… okay” Six said, haltingly.
Seven gave a reluctant nod. “It’s good to have a new addition to the house. Your name’s Val, right?”
Val nodded. “I-I’m a shapeshifter. I’ve li-lived with a human called Knox all my life… they… they helped me learn how to u-use my magic to make people ha-happy…”
No one said anything then for a long minute.
“How so?” Seven asked, finally.
“We-well… I… People… I become different things to suit different people’s t-tastes…” Val stopped, uncomfortable and uncertain. They didn’t dare meet anyone’s eyes. “I… I-I’m sorry— I—” Val stood to leave the room, but suddenly their vision blurred. They collapsed.
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CW: Implied prostitution/sex trafficking, slavery, panic attack, drugged
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“Are you okay?” Atlas forced their tone to stay gentle. They sat in the back of the car with Val, studying the shapeshifter’s face carefully.
“Yes. Y-yes I’m fine.” Val folded their hands in their lap, shaking slightly.
“Are you sure? You seem… scared.”
“N-no! I’m not— I-I’m okay. I’m… th-thank you. For… for kee-keeping me…” But Val’s voice was trembling.
Atlas didn’t believe them. “Hey. You’re safe now, alright?”
“… What… what do you want me to be for you..?”
“Excuse me?”
Val kept their eyes focused on the ground. “W-what do you want me to b-be for you? Kn-Knox liked elves— I could be an e-elf—”
Atlas calculated their next words carefully. “Well… for right now, I want you to stay in your original form until you’ve healed… after that, I suppose you can be whatever and whoever you like.”
Anger wouldn’t help anyone right now. Val was already scared. Besides, Atlas wasn’t angry at Val. They were angry at Knox. They made every attempt to smother their temper.
Val didn’t have anything to say for the rest of the ride and Atlas didn’t push them.
—
“Where… where are we..?” Val peered cautiously out the window. This wasn’t the house they remembered.
“We’re at the doctor’s house. I just need to make sure you’re okay to go home.”
Val barely heard the last sentence. “Wh… what..?”
Atlas repeated themself, but Val heard even less this time.
“Pl-please— please don't—” Val screamed as they felt someone touch their shoulder. Their mind was already far gone from their body. They screamed and struggled as the person held onto them tighter. They didn’t want this. They didn’t want to live their life drugged. They wanted to go back to Knox.
—
“Hey, hey, calm down—” Atlas was afraid to let go of Val. The way they were thrashing and screaming— Atlas was scared they would hurt themself.
Atlas managed to wrestle Val out of the car and all but dragged them in to the doctor’s house.
Once inside, the doctor helped Atlas get Val over to the examination table.
“I’m going to sedate them. You need to hold them down.” The doctor worked quickly and soon Val was asleep.
“What happened?” The doctor asked, taking a half step back.
“I don’t know. They’re here legally this time, though. They’re my responsibility now.” Atlas looked down at Val with concern. “They just… When we got here, they freaked out. I don’t know what triggered it.”
The doctor ran a hand through their hair, stressed. “Well… I’m assuming this was supposed to be a follow up for last time? I can do that and they can go home with you. I’m not exactly a psychiatrist, but I would recommend they see one. We should move quickly. The sedative I gave them will only last for a couple hours based on their weight.”
“Okay, then let’s get on with this.”
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CW: Drugging mention, knife, cutting (not self inflicted), implied sex trafficking/prostitution, slavery, memory lapse, fear, implied past rape
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Whumpee hadn’t been punished as severely as they had anticipated for their disappearance. They had been punished for accepting help from Caretaker, however. They didn’t even try to explain that they couldn’t have fought back if they tried— Whumper wouldn’t care.
Whumper had carefully and meticulously reopened every one of Whumpee’s wounds. Whumpee didn’t cry. They didn’t dare. “You don’t fucking deserve to see a doctor. Why did they take you there?”
“I-I don’t kn-know, Master—” Whumpee struggled to get the words out without screaming as Whumper pulled the knife across Whumpee’s arm.
“Me neither. Unless they just wanted to scareyou.”
Whumpee’s mind flashed back to when Caretaker had insisted they see a doctor. Even though Whumpee had pleaded not to go, Caretaker had forced them. Maybe it was to scare them. Their nightmares had started while they were with the doctor.
“What else did they do with you?”
“I—” Whumpee stopped, stomach lurching. “… I-I don’t know…” They whispered.
Whumper stopped cutting them, waiting for a definitive answer.
“I-I don’t re-remember… I didn’t… I was un-unconscious after seeing the… the doctor…”
“You were unconscious the whole time after they took you to the doctor..?”
Whumpee nodded weakly.
Whumper didn’t say anything else. They didn’t need to. Whumpee’s mind was already reeling.
They had thought Caretaker was nice. What if they had drugged them..? What had happened while they were sleeping?
When Caretaker had showed up again two days later, Whumpee had felt a worse fear than they had in years. They were used to people taking advantage of them, but… somehow, they felt betrayed.
Whumper went into the side room with Caretaker and Whumpee stood shaking, waiting for them to come back.
“What’s the matter, kitten?” One of the orcs laughed at Whumpee, making them flinch.
“No-nothing…”
“It’s something.” Insisted another orc.
“No— no it’s nothing.”
“Is it because you’re being sold, kitten?”
“W… what?”
“They don’t know yet, idiot. Didn’t you hear boss say?”
“Oh yeah. Oh well.” The first orc shrugged and sat at the table.
Whumpee felt like they were going to be sick. “T-to… to Caretaker..?”
“Who else, kitten?”
And that was it. Whumper hated them. They didn’t want them anymore. Had they not been good enough? Did they do something wrong?
This thought was confirmed when Whumper told them they didn’t care about them anymore once Caretaker came out to take them away. Whumpee was nearly paralyzed with fear, but they had to obey. They had to be good— maybe Caretaker would… no. Caretaker didn’t care about them at all. They just wanted to use them like everyone else.
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I am well aware that no one can carry 20 million dollars around with them. The money system is different in this world. Although I am American, this is not meant to be 20 million in US bills
CW: Self neglect, slavery, implied sex trafficking/prostitution
When Caretaker came back, the same orcs— at least they though they were the same— took them into the building. The same human as before sat at the card table. A smaller human sat on their knee. Caretaker didn’t think they had seen them before, but quickly realized it must be Whumpee.
Whumpee’s gaze flickered over to Caretaker’s face. Fear and confusion danced behind their eyes.
The orcs and the human finished playing through the deal while Caretaker waited patiently. At last, the human set Whumpee aside and got up, leading Caretaker back to the same side room.
“I drew up the contract.” The human passed the papers to Caretaker, who read over them carefully.
Caretaker’s eyes darkened as they read. “This is double the amount we agreed on.”
The human— Whumper, as the contract stated— shrugged. “Must’ve slipped my mind. It’s drawn up now though.”
Caretaker took a steadying breath, so as to not knock off Whumper’s head. “Fine. Unfortunately, I anticipated something like this. I still have the money to pay you right now.” With a flourish, Caretaker signed the contract. “I want a copy made up for me.”
Whumper’s expression was dumbfounded.
“Now.” Caretaker insisted.
Quickly, Whumper rushed out of the room with the contract, returning a moment later with a duplicate.
Caretaker checked to make sure it was the same, then paid Whumper and went back to the main room.
“Whumpee?”
“Y-yes..?” Whumpee squeaked.
“Show me it’s really you.”
Whumpee looked to Whumper, who stood in the doorway to the side room.
“Well, don’t look at me. They’ve purchased you. I don’t give a shit what you do anymore.” Whumper waved the words away as if they meant nothing.
Reluctantly, Whumpee shifted to their true form. Wounds and all. Except they seemed worse than two days ago.
Caretaker bit back their anger. “Come along. We’re leaving.”
“Y-you really… boughtme..?”
“Yes. Come with me.” Caretaker’s tone softened a little, but not too much. They weren’t too fond of the idea of Whumper hearing them show Whumpee kindness.
Obediently, Whumpee came to Caretaker’s side, although they stared at Whumper the whole time.
“Stop looking at me.” Whumper snapped, sitting back down to play cards.
Caretaker led Whumpee out to the streets again.
“You r-really bought me..? Like, for l-longer than just one… o-one day?”
Caretaker could slow down now that they were away from Whumper. In Whumpee’s eyes they saw some confusion, but mostly raw terror. “Yes, I did. Forever. You’ll not go back to them again, alright?” Their voice was soft now as they tried to comfort Whumpee. “Are you strong enough to keep walking..? Is it okay if I carry you?”
“I-I can walk—” Whumpee stuttered quickly, their voice shaking. “I-I can do a-anything you want— I pr-promise I’ll try to be g-good.”
Caretaker tried to keep their emotions in check. They were angry, but they couldn’t show it. Whumpee would assume it was directed at them. It wasn’t.
They simply nodded and led Whumpee down the streets. They let Whumpee set the pace, not waking faster than Whumpee did, but still guiding them down the right streets.
Whumpee’s pace slowly deteriorated until they were hardly moving and Whumpee was out of breath.
“I’d like to carry you now if that’s okay.” Caretaker said, making Whumpee stop.
“I-I can keep going— I can—”
“Unless you wantmenot carry you, I’m going to pick you up.”
“I-I… O… Okay.”
Caretaker gently swept Whumpee into their arms and carried them the remainder of the way to the car.
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CW: Dubcon kiss, kidnapping, mind control, collapse, alcoholism, heavily implied prostitution
Villain’s apartment complex was cheap and smelled like pot. Villain knew this. Normally, it didn’t bother them. Villain work didn’t always pay well. This was a place they could consistently afford.
With Hero here, however, Villain was a little uncomfortable— embarrassed even. They were suddenly aware of how trashy their place was.
When they got to the third floor, they felt it even more acutely.
“Hey, sugar. You and your friend lookin’ for a good time?”
“Not tonight, doll.” Villain planned to walk straight past, but the woman stepped in front of them, pouting.
“Come on, sugar… you always say yes.” The woman trailed her hand down Villain’s arm. “Won’t you at least introduce me?”
“No.” Villain said flatly. “Move.”
The woman turned to Hero instead. “Are you really okay with them speaking for you?”
“No.” Hero said, but then continued. “Unfortunately for you, you’re really not my type.”
“Oh? And what is your type?”
“Tall, black hair, blue eyes— someone who can kick ass.” Hero gave the woman a once over. “You don’t seem to have any of those things.”
Villain felt their face burn. Hero had all but described them. “Well, you heard them, doll. How about you get out of our way and maybe I’ll come back later, hm?”
“No. You won’t.” Hero interjected, pulling Villain past the woman.
—
“Why did you say that?” Villain asked as they fumbled with their lock.
“Why did I say what?”
“When she asked what you’re type is.”
“What do you mean? That is my type.”
“Hero.” Villain pushed their door open. “You described me.”
Hero laughed. “Yeah, right. Like you fit the last criteria.”
“Hero! Kicking ass is literally my job! I kick your ass every other week!”
“Okay, so what if you are my type?” Hero followed Villain into their apartment. “It doesn’t mean I like you. Just people similar to you.”
“That sounds stupid.” Villain closed their door.
Hero shrugged. “Whatever. It’s not like I’m even interested in anyone right now.”
“Of course you’re not…” Villain muttered. “No life outside of work.” They grumbled, turning away.
Hero’s expression darkened.
Before Villain knew what was happening, Hero had spun them around and backed them against the wall, holding Villain by the collar. For a brief moment, Villain thought they were about to be punched in the face. “Hero—”
Hero cut Villain off with a kiss on the lips. It was rough and drunkenly clumsy. After a moment of shock, Villain pushed Hero off.
“Hero! What the hell??”
“I’m not some loser, y'know.” Hero muttered, angry. “I value my job. I enjoy what I do. It just… gets in the way of other things. So I lie. I say I don’t like things that I really do because I hope that maybe— just maybe— I can convince myself that I don’t really want anything else.”
“Hero—”
“Shut up! What I’m trying to say is that I do like you!” Hero’s eyes searched Villain’s face, making Villain feel a little uncomfortable. In a moment, Hero’s expression faltered. “And… you’re not even remotely interested, are you. Heh…” Hero took a step away. “Just my luck.”
“Hero, what did you expect from me? You’re drunk— you think I’m just going to take everything you say at face value?”
“I’m not thatdrunk!”
“Yes, you are! This is the most I’ve heard you say in the entire two years that I’ve known you! And even when you’re a little talkative, you’re always very calm and logical. Nothing you’ve said is logical!”
Hero covered their face with their hands. “Just… just stop, okay?” They said quietly. “If you don’t like me back, then whatever, just… leave it.”
“I didn’t say that I don’t like you—”
“You didn’t have to.” Hero snapped, not moving from where they stood.
“Hero, I’m not going to kiss you when you’re drunk. If you still want to kiss me in the morning, we can reevaluate then.”
“I’m leaving.” Hero turned towards the door.
“No, you’re not.” Villain caught Hero by the arm.
“Let go of me.” Hero snarled.
“I will not. You are staying here until you’re sober and that’s that.”
“If you don’t let go right now, I swear, I don’t fucking care if I can’t use my powers, I’m going to make you regret it.”
“I am not letting you go. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Villain pulled Hero back against them.
Hero struggled, yelling as they tried to kick Villain.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to make you stop.” Villain’s tone was calm, but their hold was firm.
Hero calmed down a little bit, but was still extremely tense. “Fine. Fine, just let go.”
Villain let go slowly and Hero took a step away, glaring into the ground.
Hero took a moment to breathe, and then bolted for the door.
Villain didn’t have time to grab them, but they instinctively reached out with their mind. They didn’t usually use their powers on civilians or people without powers. Since Hero was drunk, they couldn’t shield their mind, so Villain wouldn’t have used their powers under normal circumstances. However, this wasn’t under normal circumstances.
Hero placed their hand on the doorknob, but made it no further, their knees buckled and they collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.
