I [f]aced casting couch and became a party favour girl

I am a 27 years old, petite. I am a short, 5’1 brown girl with long hair and brown eyes. I don’t really have many goals in life, live my life one day at a time. A few weeks ago, on a Friday night, I was hanging out at this local pub by myself after a long shift. I met with this couple of girls; we were vibing and drinking when the topic came up about us making an “OF” account, how everyone is doing it for easy money, and we should be doing it too because we did not want to have to go to work at our stupid serving jobs anymore. It was all a joke at first, but then she drops the line, “You know I have a cousin in Las Vegas…

We were quiet for a second, and I asked what she meant, and she explained that her cousin provides “entertainment” for a lot of the sports teams, private gambling events, bachelor parties, etc. But she sort of made it out like you didn’t have to sleep with the guys; you just had to be arm candy, serve drinks and food (basically what I do anyways), and in the worst-case scenario, let them grope you and stuff. I said jokingly, “Yeah, drop him my number, I guess,” but I really didn’t expect it to go anywhere from there. The next morning I get a call from her cousin, and he’s talking about driving out for an interview that weekend. I am an agreeable person, so I didn’t push back on any of this and just got caught up in all the promises he was making and agreed to come out.
Later that week, I drove to Vegas with a suitcase full of clothes and had no idea what I was getting myself into. I knew what the outcome could be, and I was fine with it; I just wanted to try my luck. So I drove to this address that I was given, and in the parking lot, I am immediately met by a taller black woman named “Gloria,” who greets me with a hug and takes me to a car, where we are whisked away to a large hotel room at some casino that I don’t even know. Inside the hotel room, it’s not a normal room; it’s like a ballroom.

There were a dozen other women and two men in the room. I met Allan there, the cousin of the girl I met at the pub. I was still wearing the shorts and hoodie that I got off the plane with, so the tall black woman and Allan led me into the side room to change for the test and interview. I was a bit hesitant to change in front of him, He could tell I was shy, but he shrugged it off and told me that I was going to have to get used to changing in front of other people; it would be part of my job.
I knew that I was there for my “body,” but still I got completely overwhelmed by the situation and just became like a deer in the headlights as I put on a little black dress that I had brought with me. I changed, put the make-up on, and went to the screening room. I was asked to pose, and I started giving some cute, sexy, awkward poses while Gloria took pictures of me. I handed over some documents regarding my recent STD test from the clinic, which I was told to bring with me just in case, as well as some documents for age verification.The whole set-up was as legitimate as possible, which put me at ease a bit.

After a few questions and conversations (on camera, I was asked to introduce myself and was interviewed, including some naughty questions) about what kinds of parties we go to and what the guys wanted me to act like, etc. At this point, I was being asked to remove my dress, my bra, and my thong, one after another, and pose.Allan walks right up to me after I am done posing and says, “Now we aren’t an escort service, my girls just provide entertainment at parties, but it’s better if girls are fun.” (Gloria’s camera was still recording me and I was being interviewed.) At this point, he zips down his pants and just makes a little nod. I was asked to show if I am good at serving and taking orders at parties, so I kneel on the ground with Gloria still in the room. All that went through my head was, “I give heads for free to douchebag college guys; I can do this for 1200 dollars a weekend,” lol, and my brain just went into this slutty zone.

I pulled his cock out of his underwear, he lightly slapped my face, and gripped my hair, and I put the limp dick in my mouth and began massaging it with my tongue to get it hard. I could tell he was a grower, not a shower, because about a minute later his cock filled my mouth and gagged me by touching the back of my throat. It was pretty big and kind of uncomfortable to give a BJ too, but I did my best; eventually, he said I needed a lot of work and started fucking my face, and I was asked to keep my hands in a locked position behind my back. It’s honestly the first time I had ever been with such a hung guy in any way, but it didn’t really feel different like I sort of imagined it would. Sorry if that’s weird! I licked him up and down and gave him everything, eventually he grabbed my head and popped me off and said he needed to “hit that fresh pussy before it is ruined.” “You on the pill?” he asked, and I nervously nodded as he said he “wanted to hit that fresh pussy raw.

“At this point, it dawned on me that I was actually about to get fucked by my pimp, and I wanted a second to compose myself and said that I “really needed to go to the bathroom,” and he chuckled back, “Okay, be fast.” Again, I am agreeable, so I just followed along with him when he bent me over the couch I was sitting on and kicked my legs apart, giving my ass a proper spanking while I could feel it. I could feel it slowly open me up when all of a sudden it went in and bumped my cervix, and I let out a “oh sh*t” and winced and tensed up. He let me catch my breath and let out a chuckle because he enjoyed my inexperience with him. Then he got into a rhythm, fucking me up against the bed for about twenty-five minutes, until he lets out a “fuck,” holds me really tight, and shoots his sperm deep inside me. After a few minutes, he pulls out, his cum running down my legs, and I can tell he really filled me up.
The whole experience was intense, and I just lay there in place on the bed as he made me wipe off his dick with my mouth, sucking it dry. He grabbed my bra from the floor, wiped his cock off, slapped my ass, and left the room. Gloria throws me a box of wet wipes and says I did good but I am not ready to be a VIP girl and I need to start at a lower level (I had no clue what those levels meant). I went to clean myself off before we went out. Once I was out, I was told about the second round of the selection process. I was being sent to the some fancy all men poker party that night and I will be given tasks and I will be observed. Gloria gave me some supplies, like condoms, some makeup products (mine were not up to their requirements), and other stuff, which she told me to put in my purse. I went into the bathroom to clean up and put on makeup. I stare at myself in the mirror and can’t believe what I just did, but at this point I already got fucked by a pimp, and I was like, “Well, whatever, lol, I am already a whore. It was really fucking annoying for him to cum in me before “going out,” because I sat on the toilet for like 10 minutes wiping his cum out of me because I didn’t want it to stain the nice new thong they gave me or have soggy panties when I’m about to go out!
I will probably make another post about the rest, but I thought I’d share how it started with you, and I’d love to know what you think and your opinion about the events that took place.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1043uul/i_faced_casting_couch_and_became_a_party_favour