The Loser

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Queen Bitch herself. You're a bit off the beaten track, aren't you?. The last I saw of you a Uni, you were bragging about how you were going to marry some up and coming industrialist and spend your days sunning yourself on all the exclusive beaches in the world while the rest of us losers got on and worked for a living...
 My, my; how the mighty have fallen - Cheerleader, home coming Queen, Prom Queen; druggie... whore.. and now this: a debt ridden little slut  contracted into the adult entertainment industry as a ponygirl at a woodland brothel far, far away from beaches of Miami, California and the Emirates.... Contracted to serve ME.
 The only industrialists you're gonna find out here are the ones that operate the logging machinery... most just use chain saws. Yep, you're gonna being working your butt off entertaining the lumberjacks and most, if not all DO NOT wear ladies' clothing.
Your position here is quite clear: To pay off your debt to those very nasty men you've run foul of, you will do whatever I tell you to do. In exchange for which you will receive a percentage of whatever money I make from you:
 If someone wants to use you as a ponygirl, you'll get ten dollars for every hour he or she uses you. If they just want to screw you then it's a dollar for the mouth, one -fifty up the back, two dollars up front and five if they want to ride you bareback.
 If you get sick, we dock your pay. If you get pregnant, you get a year added onto your contract and you don't get a penny from the sale of your bastard.
Nor for that matter will you get a penny from the sales of whatever adult entertainment movies you'll be appearing in during your stay here... And we'll be making a lot of those.
 Remember that time when you secretly filmed Kelly Jorgenson making out Paul Kelso that night at the gazebo? Remember what happened to her after you swopped the film for that home movie at the families night?
 Well just think on this: Years from now, when you think you've put all this behind you, gotten your life back in order, married some mug who doesn't have an inkling about what you've done in your past life; had his kids and become a respectable member of town... some guy is going to walk up to you in the street while you're out with your man and his kids and he's gonna say to your face right in front of everyone: "I've seen you fuck!'
 Aw... you gonna cry now?'

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