...farther from the limelight...

After using the last of her bits to stow her precious wagon in a secure, well-lit storage yard, Trixie checked the address written on the paper given to her by Brandi the night before once again and made her way there. The neighborhood in which she found herself was even sleazier than any she'd ever been, and she already was having second (and third!) thoughts about what she was doing. But, she steeled herself, and remembered her purpose: she was going to get out of this cycle of poverty, and also, she was going to find a way to get back at that...that...BITCH! And if that meant she'd have to sell her body, why then, that was simply one more charge she would lay at her hooves!

She walked up the concrete steps of the rowhome, trying to ignore the salacious stares of the few stallions (both old and young) out on the street, swallowed, then knocked on the door. After a few moments, it opened, and a young Unicorn mare stood there staring up at her. "What do you want?" Trixie stared for a moment. Although the filly was younger than herself, she had an air of being much older and harder, as well as the fact she was smoking a cigarette. "Well? I asked you a question!"

"Tr..I...mean...I...need to talk to Slick." she finally managed.

The filly smiled, then blew smoke in her face, which made Trixie cough. "What for?"

Trixie frowned. "My business is with him, little girl! Now, is he here, or not?!"

The filly smirked once again, then said, "Yeah, he's here...follow me." She stepped aside for her, as Trixie walked in. The inside of the home belied the outside, for it was neatly furnished and surprisingly clean, and she could smell a delicious stew cooking from somewhere inside. To her left was a sitting area, with many couches and easy chairs crowding the room, and seated upon all were mares, fillies, and a few stallions and colts of various ages, who all looked up at her when she came in. Some expressions were curious, some were indifferent, but none spoke to her or showed any sign of welcome. "This way..." The filly led her down a narrow hallway and then up some stairs until they finally reached a large bedroom. The filly knocked on the door and said, "Slick? New mare to see you." She then turned to Trixie with a wicked smile and whispered, "...I can't wait to see what he does to you!" Then snickering to herself, she left.

Trixie's heart sank at these words, and she was just about to turn and run, when the door opened, and she looked up and up at one of the biggest Earth ponies she had ever seen! His fur was jet-black, with one gold earring, and his mane was done up in a Mohawk. His eyes were a piercing green, without a hint of sympathy or kindness in them as he studied her, and his voice was a deep baritone when he finally spoke.

"What's your name, slut?"

Trixie blushed. "I am not a slut, Sir! And I'll thank you to speak to me with some respect!" But the burly male only smiled. Grabbing her by the neck, he effortlessly lifted her off the floor as she gasped, then threw her inside the room and shut the door.

Never raising his voice as he slowly approached her, while she lay where she had fallen and stared up at him with frightened eyes, he said, "No...you are a slut. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll understand that's all you'll ever be..."

"There, there...you'll be okay...just...let it out..." Brandi rocked her and held her once Slick had finished with her two hours later. Trixie was still sobbing and sore as she lay in her friend's arms. No entrance of hers had been spared by him, yet she found herself fighting feelings of both disgust and arousal. The positions she'd undergone were many she'd never before tried, and there was a tiny part in the back of her brain that understood his cruelty had a perverse purpose. This was confirmed when her friend gently pointed out, "He didn't really hurt you, did he?" Trixie had to take a moment, then reluctantly shook her head. Brandi held her face in her hooves. "See? No black eyes, no broken bones, no swollen lips...Slick really does take care of us!"

Trixie dried her eyes and looked up at her. "S...so...what happens...n...now?" Brandi smiled.

"Now? We get you fixed up to start making some bits!"

Three days later, Trixie found herself out on a street corner, late one night, with Joy, Brandi, and that hard filly whom she later learned was named Terri. Under Brandi's tutelage, she'd cut and dyed her mane and tail red, worn dark stockings and skin-tight black short-shorts to cover her cutie mark, and had borrowed various bangles of cheap jewelry for her neck and front hooves, as well as pink lipstick and dark eyeshadow. She was as nervous as a kitten and kept close to Brandi as much as she could, though she tried to keep the fear out of her voice while the others were perfectly at ease. She looked up and froze as a stallion approached. "Oo! Here we go, "Cherry!" whispered Brandi to Trixie, "...this one is eyeing you up already!"

Indeed, he was already leering at her when he trotted up and said, "Well, hello! Here's a new face! What's your name, babe?"

Trixie looked away as her face flushed, and she stammered, "Tri--" but was bumped by her friend, so she finished with, "...umm...Cherry."

His leer grew brighter. "Well, "Umm Cherry," how good are you at sucking cock?"

Trixie's face flushed with anger, but she remembered why she was out there, and said, "You'll need 100 bits to find out..."

He threw back his head and laughed. "100 bits for some street slut?! Where do you think you are, at the Mareiot?!"

"I'll do it for fifty, Mister!" piped up Terri.

He smiled down at her. "Sorry kid...you're even younger than my daughters...ain't no way!"

Then Joy took him by the shoulder and said, "Come with me, handsome...I'm sure we can work something out with that big cock of yours..." He smiled at her and allowed her to take him to a back alley. Once they were gone, Terri rounded on Trixie.

"What do you think you're doing, charging a john a hundred bits for a blowjob?! Who do you think you are, Princess Celestia?!" She spat at her hooves. "Just you wait until I tell Slick what you did!"

"Cut her some slack, Terri," asked Brandi. "It's her first time doing something like this...she's bound to make mistakes..."

The angry filly was unmoved. "She's not gonna mess up my money tonight! As soon as Joy is done sucking that guy's dick, me and her are outta here! You and your charity case are On. Your. OWN!!" She then turned her back on them, walked off a few paces, then took out her pack of smokes from her purse, and began furiously puffing.

Trixie looked up at her friend and said, "I'm sorry about---" but stopped and gasped when Brandi scowled at her.

"You. CAN'T. DO things like that, Trixie!" She stepped closer to her as Trixie shrank back. "You will screw things up for all of us if you don't lose that attitude!" She poked her in the forehead, just below her horn. "You're a whore now, get it?! I tried to warn you, but you insisted, so now you're here! You're not going to make a mountain of bits in just ONE night and then get out of the business! That's not how it works! I told you that! So get it through your head before you get yourself hurt...or worse!"

Brandi held her gaze angrily for a few more moments, then turned away. In a small voice, she heard, "I'm...sorry...it won't happen again..." Brandi looked over her shoulder at her. "Slick doesn't make us "set prices", because we're not running a retail store. Each of us gets whatever we can out of these johns, but we have to be reasonable! If you think your cock sucking skills are worth a hundred bits a pop, then prove it! You first have to gain a reputation for being worth it! You can't just charge that out of the blue! Suck a few cocks, make some guys' heads explode, and let them tell their friends, and they'll be demanding your services!" Then her face softened, and she turned back to fully face her. "Now, tell me honestly: before your time with Slick, how many cocks have you had in your mouth?"

Trixie looked away, and whispered, "...three..."

Brandi nodded. "I could tell. And another question: how many did you swallow?"

Trixie startled and looked up at her, then looked away again. "...none...besides with Slick...he made me swallow..."

Brandi smiled and leaned closer, and lowered her voice. "And...did it taste...good?"

Trixie finally met her eyes...then smiled. "Y...yes...it did! But...there was so much of it...I...I almost choked!"

Brandi giggled. "That's Slick for you! He's bigger than most stallions, so if you could take his cock on, these johns out here won't give you any trouble!"

Just as they were done talking, Joy staggered back up to them with a dopey smile on her face. Terri smirked up at her. "You look like you had a good time! What happened?"

Joy looked back at the john who was leaving without a backward glance, then turned back to the group and wheezed, "He...he was packin' quite the equipment, and he wanted more than just getting that monster sucked!" Her eyes crossed for a moment, then she added, "Good thing I had plenty of lube, or else my asshole would be sore for days!" Once her eyes refocused, she looked down at the filly. "I did you a favor, Terri...he would have split you in two!"

"Hah!" exclaimed the brash filly. She turned around and slapped her flank, making her asscheeks under her miniskirt ripple. "This little ass had taken on bigger cocks than that! And I would have sucked his big balls dry!" Joy and Brandi smiled at her, then Joy's eyes grew serious as she looked up at Trixie.

"Now then, what are we going to do about you, Little Miss "Hundred Bit Blowjob'?"

"She--" started Brandi, but Joy held up a hoof.

"Shut up, Brandi, and stop babying her." She looked at her friend. "You know you're not really helping her," and here she bore her eyes back into Trixie's, "...and I want to hear it from her. Well? How do you plan to make right your fuck-up?"

Trixie stared back at her, as her lower lip began to tremble. "I...I don't...know..."

Joy scowled. "I didn't think so. So here's what you're going to do." She gestured around at the group. "WE will tell the next few johns how much to charge you, WHAT you're going to do for them, and then YOU are going to do it!" She stepped closer to her. "If they want their dick sucked, then you'll do it and swallow EVERY DROP! If they want to fuck you up the ASS, then you will let them be as rough as they WANT! For the rest of tonight, YOU are going to be a FUCKTOY! UNDERSTAND?!"

Trixie looked from her to Brandi to Terri, and saw the same look in ALL of their eyes, then lowered her head...and slowly nodded.

As if Trixie's luck couldn't get any worse, by the time a stallion did come up and ask for her "services," both Brandi and Joy were already occupied, leaving her with...Terri. The filly smiled wickedly up at her and then said to the john, "Hi, Mister! What are you looking for?"

He shuffled his hooves and looked away. "I...I've never done this before...but my wife...won't...do certain things..."

She grinned up at him. "Don't be shy, honey! Just tell us what you want, and I'm sure my slutty friend here will do it for you! She's an even bigger slut than all of us put together, and just loves sucking cock, or letting a guy stick his dick in her ass! And at a discount price, 'cause she's also REAL cheap, and would do everything for FREE if we let her!" Terri's eyes sparkled up at Trixie as she said this, while Trixie ground her teeth and flushed with anger, but held her tongue.

The stallion's eyes widened as he stared at Trixie, then he said, "You...you'll...really...suck my...cock?"

Just as she was opening her mouth to speak, Terri held up a hoof and said, "Oh! I forgot to mention: she's a mute, and not too bright, so you'll be paying me for her services! That'll be fifty bits!"

"Oh..." He reached into a bag and took out the money, then hoofed them over. Terri grinned as she counted them out, then stuck them in her purse. The stallion leaned over to her and said, "She's not...mentally damaged, is she?" while looking at Trixie.

Terri grinned even wider as she waved him off. "Naw, she's fine...she'll drain your balls in no time!" She pointed to an alley and gave him a shove. "Now go! Have some fun, and if you want her to do extra, just use her, and let me know after!"

"I...I can't believe...I'm...finally...getting...my...cock...sucked..." breathed the stallion. He'd seated himself on a wooden box and spread his legs, as Trixie knelt in front of him. As his cock began to emerge from its sheath, she was relieved to see it was nowhere near as large as Slick's, so she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and got to work.

Terri laughed long and hard as she heard the stallion yell, "Yes! Yes, that's it, you dumb, filthy whore! Swallow my cum! Swallow it all! ALL OF IT!!" Then, a few minutes later, she heard him yell, "Now, do it again, but this time, lick my balls first!" Terri couldn't hear anything for a few moments, but then she heard him moan, and then she smiled as she listened to the other mare sucking. His moans grew louder and louder, until he cried out, "Yes! Swallow my cum again, filthy slut!" After a few minutes, he came out of the alley and walked up to Terri. His brow was covered in sweat, but he had a huge smile on his face.

"That...that mute bitch...really knows how to s...suck a cock!" he panted. "Ho...how much do I owe you?"

Terri grinned. "Like I said, she's real cheap! Just give me ten more bits, and we'll call it even!"

After paying he walked away with a satisfied smile on his face. It took some time for Trixie to emerge from the same alley, but when she did, she walked with her head down, and her face flushed and red. Terri looked up at her without pity.

"You're lucky, dummy," she sneered. "My first time was way worse..." She then reached into her purse and counted out only twenty bits and gave them to her as Terri watched her face for her reaction. At Trixie's indignant expression, she countered with, "That's part of your punishment for tonight, and to make sure we keep our mouths shut to Slick about what you did! So consider yourself lucky, because I should have kept it all!" She nodded towards the stallion as he just disappeared around the corner. "You just made that guy very happy, and I bet he'll be asking for you again, so next time? You can charge him even more!"

Trixie was startled and looked at her with wide eyes. "But...but the way he t...talked to me...was..."

Terri frowned up at her. "So? Was he lying? You just sucked a complete stranger's cock in a dirty alley, and his cum slid down your throat and is sitting in your stomach right now! All you had to do this time was give a blowjob! Just you wait until you meet some sicko that wants you to eat his ass out, or blow his load all over your face and then lick it off, or wants you to dress up like one of his kids and call him 'Daddy!' You are a slut and a whore! And so am I! It's not an insult if it's true, dummy!" Then she paused and glared up at her again. "Wait...you didn't spit it out, did you?" Trixie looked away, then slowly shook her head. "Good!" exclaimed the filly, "because that was part of the deal!" She watched the other two returning, then finished with, "You're learning. There might be hope for you yet."

Celestia's Sun was just starting to peek over the tops of the buildings when the girls made it back to the brothel. Trixie was weary and sore, having "serviced" several stallions in various ways throughout the night, but had made just under two hundred and fifty bits. With half of that going to Slick, and a good portion being paid as per her "punishment," she still had well over seventy-five bits, far more than she'd seen in over a month for any of her shows for the longest time. Too tired to even eat, she crawled into the bed next to Brandi's in the room they now shared, and was soon fast asleep.

Later that afternoon, after taking a long hot shower and changing her bedclothes, she met with Brandi at the diner to discuss the previous evening's events. "Do you...feel any better?" asked Brandi, as she took a sip of her cider. Neither of them were dressed for "work" yet, but still, they kept their voices down lest they draw unwanted attention.

Trixie gazed out the window and sighed. "You did try to warn me...but I guess I had to experience some things for myself." She looked at he friend. "Terri told me some...dark things that might happen, so I did have a question about that." Brandi nodded. Trixie swallowed, and said, "Do...do we...have to do whatever these johns want us to do? Even if it's really...sick?"

"Like what?"

Trixie looked around to make sure they weren't being overheard, then leaned in and lowered her voice. "Like...dressing up as a john's kids...or...sticking your tongue up their butt...or---" Brandi laughed.

"Oh, Trixie! That stuff is harmless! Some ponies get their kicks from some really weird stuff, and when you've been in the game as long as I have, you'll learn to just make them happy, get paid, and move on! Don't dwell on it, because it's none of your business! As long as nopony gets hurt, it's just good fun, no matter how kinky!" At her shocked expression, she added, "But to answer your question, no, no we don't have to do everything we're told! We're whores, not slaves!" Then she grew serious, and said, "But a word of warning: once you agree to something, and you take their money, don't back out! That's a really good way to get hurt...or worse!"

She lifted her blouse and showed a small scar over a rib. "Here's where a guy stabbed me one night a few years ago because I wouldn't give his underage son a blowjob for his birthday...he'd hired me for himself, but once he'd taken me to the place where we were going to do it, he brings out this foal who looked like he was barely out of grade school, so I told him 'no.' I tried giving him his money back, but he said since I'm a filthy whore I shouldn't care about it, and to just do it. The colt was scared out of his mind and the father was a bastard, and I wanted no part of it, but when I tried to leave, that's when things got really ugly. After he stabbed me, he threw me out into the street, and I barely made it to a clinic in time." She pulled her blouse down and sat back, letting her words sink in.

In a stunned voice, Trixie said, "Did...did you tell the police?"

Brandi grimly smiled. "And they'd believe the word of somepony like me over somepony like him? A "fine upstanding citizen" (raising her hooves to make the 'air quotes') versus a street slut? What do you think?" As Trixie still sat with a stunned expression, Brandi took another sip of her cider and smiled. "But don't worry...I did do something better."

Trixie stared at her. "What was it?" Brandi laughed.

"I told Slick."

Later that evening, as they were getting ready to go out, Trixie pulled Brandi aside and whispered, "I...I'm having second thoughts about this..." Brandi's face lost color, and she grabbed her and pulled her into an empty room.

"Are you crazy?!" she hissed. "It's far too late for that!"

Trixie stared up at her. "Wha...what do you mean? I...don't have to stay here...I can still get my wagon and go...can't I?"

Brandi leaned in closer and lowered her voice even more. "...no! You belong to Slick now! We all do! Follow me!"

On shaking legs, Trixie followed her out of the room and to the back of the building, where Brandi stopped at a window and pointed. " Look down there." Trixie slowly approached the window and then looked out.

Only to see her wagon.