F-Chat Log: Bad Luck Brittany, Fri Mar 01 2013 00:30:35 GMT+0000 (GMT Standard Time)

[21:25 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: (You have a great profile, well done ^^ )[21:26 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Thank you. :) [21:26 PM]Ashleys Brothel: What do you like about it? [21:27 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: The fact you can actually write...amazing how many "literate" players on here who only want "literate" partners, can't actually string two sentences together. " Where Youth Unemployment is Your Enjoyment! " <-- that's too funny, that level of wit shouldn't be allowed on here, haha. And I like your custom kinks, and how the profile is organized in general.[21:28 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Sorry if it seems creepy for me to commenting on it, I'm just bored and browsing the (rare) human profiles.[21:28 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Not at all, I'm open to chat if you like. [21:28 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I enjoy playing stories where things aren't all fun and games, where the girl has hit on difficult times, where she doesn't really want to be there. [21:29 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: I do as well, very much.[21:29 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Also, I enjoy it when the men are the kind of men who would really go to a brothel - average to unattractive, a little creepy, grunting and sweating, desperate and pent-up. [21:29 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'm not very interested in playing scenes with super-stud attractive well-hung guys. *blush*[21:31 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: I like things to be realistic. I'm not opposed to the male being attractive, but I think it's more interesting if he's not. I like playing *characters* who are attractive, and I think it can be...fun? I mean I know not fun, it's kind of horrifying in a way, but a fun kind of horrifying - for them to be paired with someone who isn't.[21:32 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes - all the girls on my profile, working at the brothel, are quite attractive. All are fairly young, and have been hit by the wave of youth unemployment. Terrible for them, good for the slightly older men who managed to jump on the career ladder before the recession hit home. [21:32 PM]Lilly Dawn connected.[21:32 PM]Ashleys Brothel: There are a lot of forced smiles, and bad play-acting. "Oh, mister, I'm sooooo excited to meet you today!". [21:33 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Hehe, that's cute.[21:34 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I like guilt and a little shame, too. Perhaps he's married, and it's her job to smile and let him know it's OK to do what he's doing. "Oh, sweetie, don't worry! It's only natural to want someone a bit younger sometimes!" Inside, of course, she is cringing at the way he's touching up her skirt...[21:36 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ah, I see. I like the mixed emotions, too. My character being in an uncomfortable situation, but having to get through it. Or a situation where by rights, it should be *him* comforting *her*, but the twisted scene turns it on its head. "Oh, you came in my face? Don't worry, it's ok, I know you couldn't help it..."[21:37 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I love those kinds of scenes. [21:37 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Awkward, and embarrassing. "Oh! Oh. You, um... you did it all down my dress. Oh, that's OK, sweetie. I know you had to do it, and it'll wash out... I guess..."[21:38 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: I love things like clothes being ruined, treasured items being ruined, makeup ruined, the general feeling of cum being dirty and unwanted, and yet having it soil my character, her clothing, her appearance.[21:39 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: So yes, awkward and embarrassing is a perfect way of putting it.[21:40 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I love that too! That's a big part of playing this character for me. Male sexuality is dirty and messy and a little shameful. Cum is a waste bodily fluid - he isn't using it to have a child in this situation, so it's just waste products that need to be dumped. It's unwanted, and she's just a convenient place to selfishly grunt and unload the icky stuff.[21:43 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Interesting way of looking at it! Yes, waste products is good (although I'm not into other waste products)[21:43 PM]Ashleys Brothel: No, me either. [21:44 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I sometimes enjoy it when the men are a little mocking. I don't like outright abuse, that takes it too far. [21:44 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ah, ok.[21:44 PM]Ashleys Brothel: But when they make fun of her. "Oh, shame about your hair, babe..." *splat*[21:45 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: That sounds fun, although I don't think I've ever done a RP like that. Realistically, finding quality male players is extremely difficult. Some of them don't seem to understand that dialogue is actually quite a big deal.[21:45 PM]Ashleys Brothel: No, that's partly why I am talking to you - this is more fun than most of my roleplays! [21:46 PM]Ashleys Brothel: It's interesting to meet another person interested in scenes where the girl basically... loses the game.[21:46 PM]Ashleys Brothel: That's the best way I can put it. He won, she lost. [21:47 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: That's more or less exactly how I'd put it. My character is the "loser". I mean, I know "loser" means something else, it means like, "social outcast", which isn't really what I'm going for. But my character is on bottom of the food chain.[21:48 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I don't know what country you are in, but do you remember those game shows, where the person who got the least questions right, or failed some challenge, found themselves in a gunge tank, or humiliated in some other way? [21:48 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Yes, "gunge".[21:48 PM]Ashleys Brothel: It's a bit like that for me. She took some wrong turn at some point in her life, got an answer wrong, whether it's her fault or not. And that's why she's found herself kneeling on the floor, while some man takes liberties with his aim at her grimacing, humiliated face. [21:49 PM]Ashleys Brothel: She lost, he won. :)[21:49 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Vivid...[21:49 PM]Ashleys Brothel: *blushes*[21:49 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: No, I like it. Not many people write well, it's nice to find someone who's put some thought into it.[21:50 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Oh, and in answer to your question, I'm in the UK.[21:50 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Me too. [21:50 PM]Ashleys Brothel: You can probably tell by the references in my profile, like the girl who didn't get many GCSEs and things. :)[21:51 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ah, I missed that, I haven't read all the bios yet.[21:51 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I find it a lot easier to play with other British people, really. I dislike having to Americanise myself for RP. I like a little humour, sometimes, and I find myself having to cut out cultural references. [21:52 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: I don't have a real preference, I guess I watch enough American pop culture that I'm familiar enough with it. What I hate is when they get picky about it, though. One guy wouldn't RP with me because I spelled "jewellery" that way. It was important to him that I spelled it "jewelry". What??[21:53 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: But you're right, the cultural references are easier if you're both British.[21:53 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I lived in the States for a while, so I can do it, but I find it a little bland sometimes.[21:53 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ah, fair enough.[21:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: For instance, one of my characters is a teenage mum, really down on her luck, she'll sit there thinking (or even talking) about how she's got to feed her kid and he starts school next year and her benefits are getting cut.[21:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: All the time, the man is touching himself, pretending to listen, nodding, grunting. "Mmngh, yeah, jiggle your tits babe, you're so sexy... yeah... I'm getting close..."[21:55 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Mmm, I love playing characters on benefits (or "on welfare", for the Yanks).[21:55 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Hehe, that's so good. You see, the problem I find is that men don't like humour like that as part of the RP. Whereas I really like the contrast. That kind of character and scene sounds wonderful.[21:56 PM]Ashleys Brothel: He laughs and shakes the last drops off in her hair while she kneels there, coated in his selfish gloop, wondering how she's going to get home now he's dumped all over her only clean top. :)[21:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Meanwhile, he's getting ready to go back to his wife and two daughters in Leafy Grove Avenue. :)[21:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: *blushes* I over-think things.[21:59 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: No no, not at all. I always obsess over details like that, I love little things *around* the scene. It shouldn't just be two characters fucking regardless of anything else, that's utterly boring, just go watch a porno if you want that. I like thinking about the before and after, even if it doesn't affect the scene.[21:59 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Sometimes, I've played with another girl, but not in the sense of "girl comes to brothel, they have sex." I find that boring and unrealistic. [22:00 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I've played a scene at the end of the working day, where the two girls sit together cleaning up, re-touching their makeup, finding clean clothes to wear home, and discussing in detail all the horrific and degrading things they've been made to do by their clientele that day.[22:01 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I know I'm 18, but... he wanted a schoolgirl! Pigtails, yeuch! God knows what was going through his mind. Anyway, he made me sit on the edge of the bed and..." and so on.[22:01 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ah, I see, interesting. So two girls talking over their experiences? Yes, I see. I've not tried that myself, but I can see it working.[22:01 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I wondered if it was something you'd like to try for a while.[22:03 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Well, don't feel that you have to, I kind of messaged you out of the blue. That said, I'd be willing to give it a try, so long as you were patient with the fact I've not really done such a RP before.[22:03 PM]Ashleys Brothel: No, I'd love to try it out and I'm happy to give gentle pointers. You can point me, too, it's not a one-way street! :)[22:03 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I like to think I am a friendly person.[22:05 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ok, good to know. This is meant to be fun, after all.[22:06 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, if there's one thing here I dislike, it's roleplaying snobs. I mean, I want partners to be literate and their stuff to be written reasonably well, but I don't like "thou shalt do 5 lines per post" or similar. I find it humourless.[22:08 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Would you like to choose a girl to "be?" We can either come up with someone new, or you can use one from my profile. [22:08 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Give me a moment to read over the girls on your profile?[22:08 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Of course! Just ask if you have any questions.[22:10 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Hmm, Jessica is 18 but her description says 16?[22:10 PM]Ashleys Brothel: She can be either, really. She was 16 at one point, but I had a message from the admin of the site saying she couldn't be 16 and have a photo attached, or something. [22:10 PM]Ashleys Brothel: So to avoid getting the boot, I changed her. But she can be 16, or 18.[22:11 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Oh, I see.[22:12 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Well, the girls I like are Jessica, Katie, Poppy...I like Natalia, but I'm not sure I'm in the mood for something quite so dark today.[22:12 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: All of the girls are really interesting though, I love the thought you've put into them.[22:13 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Katie in particular is really fun and bubbly, Jessica is more polite and willing, and Poppy is a little snotty and aloof. [22:14 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Hmm, I see. Do you think it would be better for me to come up with my own character? I don't want to mess about with one of your characters and play them "wrong", or not how you would imagine them.[22:14 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Please don't worry about it. I'd be happy to see you put your own spin on it. :)[22:15 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ok. Let's go with Jessica, then, I think she is closest to the kind of mood I'm in.[22:15 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Okay. To counteract Jessica's sweet politeness, I'll go with Katie, who's a lot more giggly and bubbly, if that's OK.[22:16 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: That sounds find, I was really tempted to play Katie too, hehe, so it's a good mix.[22:16 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: How much time do you have?[22:16 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I have plenty of time. I have the day off work tomorrow! [22:17 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ok, great! I'm sorry to ask, it's just if I play a scene, I like to do it for a reasonable time - say, an hour or so. 20 minutes in, there's no way there's enough time to make it good really and I find it frustrating.[22:17 PM]Ashleys Brothel: No, I find that frustrating. Getting into a scene, I don't start unless I know I have time, and then the guy is like, oh, got to go, bye. [22:18 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Agreed.[22:18 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ok.[22:19 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: So, the way this will work is both of our girls will have been with male customers, kind of "off-screen". They get together to clean up, and talk about what they've done?[22:19 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, let's say they've both had three or four that afternoon, so there's plenty to talk about. We can just make up what happened as we go along. We don't have to go through them all methodically.[22:20 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Of course.[22:21 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Don't want you to think I'm a kid IRL (I'm 22) but I would like to play Jessica as 16, if that's ok? Or just leave her age vague, I guess it's not like she's going to say to Katie "Hey, remember how I'm 16?"[22:21 PM]Ashleys Brothel: That's perfectly fine by me. :) I'm 27, by the way. I hope you don't think I'm a dirty old woman![22:22 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: I don't care that much about real life, I just like to know I'm playing with an adult. You could be 72 and I'd be fine...just not 13 :)[22:22 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'm actually a balding 56 year old trucker called Billericay Dickie.[22:22 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Lol[22:23 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Wow, someone with a sense of humour. A rare beast[22:23 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Especially on F-List. [22:24 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Katie is 19, so they're both teenagers, of a sort. That's kind of sweet. [22:25 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ok. I need 2-3 minutes, I want to go to the kitchen and get myself a glass of juice before we start, so I don't have to step away halfway through. So I'll be right back - if you want me to post first, I'm happy to. See you in one moment.[22:25 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Of course. Just let me know when you're back, or just post, I don't mind. I'm getting a cup of tea, too. :) [22:25 PM]Ashleys Brothel: My house is cold and full of boxes - I'm moving over the weekend! So tea is needed. Back in a mo! [22:29 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'm back :) [22:32 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Ok, so am I, sorry that took a bit long. Ok great! Shall I get us started?[22:32 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'd love you to! [22:35 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica was sitting in the back room, wiping at her hair with a damp flannel. The room wasn't large - most of the brothel's space was devoted to the customers, of course - and the girls had to share it. The dresser in front of her was cluttered with jewellery, makeup, hair products, moisturiser, hair pins, and all manner of the other accessories of her trade. Her dress, a dark purple number slashed at the hip, was laid out over half of the dresser; she was now wearing just a long white T-shirt that stretched over her frame. She squinted critically in the mirror and wiped harder at her hair, pulling each strand free.[22:38 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Katie breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the back room for what would be the last time that day before home-time. Her last customer hadn't been too physically demanding, but what had been done to her was quite obvious as she stepped into the room. Her tight, low-cut pink party dress was splattered with a rather large white mess, which had also splashed up onto her cheeks and into her hair. She grimaced as she looked down at the man's exertions all over her clothing, and blushed under her heavy, cum-smudged makeup. Seeing the dresser occupied, she sat on the small sofa, picked up a packet of wet-wipes, and began to dab at her cheek. "Heya, Jessie," she said, as brightly as she could manage.[22:41 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica looked round, still wiping at her hair. "Oh, hey Katie!" she said with a half-smile. Katie didn't sound too chipper, and the state she was in was immediately apparent. "Eww...you had a messy one, huh hun?" she asked. Other girls her age might have blushed at such frankness, but Jessica was far too used to this kind of situation to show much in the way of squeamishness. She tugged sympathetically at her hair. "I know the feeling..."[22:43 PM]Ashleys Brothel: She blushed again, looking at Jessica, and watching the way she dabbed and pulled at her matted, stuck-together hair. "Oh, he was a real mess, Jessie," said Katie. "Didn't want to DO anything... just wanted to look at me, and chat, and stroke himself off. I get them sometimes. He seemed quite a sweetie when he came in at first, I guess he's kind of shy." She looked Jessica up and down again. "Yours was a bit of a messy boy too, huh?" [22:45 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica nodded. "I call him 'Mr. Grunty' because of how he gets when he's all excited, grunting away..." Jessica always gave cutesy nicknames to her customers, behind their backs. It was her reaction to the way they never called *her* by her real name - she was always "sweetie" or "cutey-pie" or "cupcake". She had a name, why couldn't they use it? "I said I didn't want to get any in my hair, but *sigh* he did it anyway, and then I was the one having to tell him it was ok, and I knew he couldn't help it." She shrugged. "I think I've got most of it out, but I don't have a clue what I'm going to do about my dress."[22:49 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Katie nodded, and motioned to her ruined garment. No matter whether the cum washed out of it or not, it would always be soiled with this man's selfish mess in her mind. She wouldn't be able to wear it out clubbing again! "Oh, I've had him, I think. Short-ish guy, glasses, 'mmngh-ungh-ungh'? Yeah, he's got a terrible aim." She laughed, more out of embarrassment at their situation than anything. "Mine was kind of sweet, told me how he loves to look at the girls going out partying on a Saturday night, but he's too shy to do anything but look. He wanted me to stand in my little party dress, with a drink in my hand!" She laughed again. "Then, he wanted me to kneel... and flutter my lashes... and... eww. They always start off so sweet and shy..."[22:51 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica nodded sympathetically. "I know, they *start* that way. My one was the same, he was just saying how pretty I was and he would barely look at me. I had to get him to relax. But by the end, well, he wasn't very shy when he was going on about my breasts and making me kneel down, making me say over and over again how old I was. They always seem sweet...they never are. It was the same with the one before, he would barely speak to me at the beginning he was so nervous. But when I started telling him all about how I dyed my hair he got really excited, and eventually he was asking me all different questions. Men like the weirdest things, don't they!"[22:52 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: (quick check about how I'm doing? Like I say, I really haven't played this way before...)[22:52 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (It's perfect! I'm getting quite turned-on. *blush*)[22:53 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Am I doing OK? Do you want me to change anything? :) )[22:53 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: (No, it's perfect, I'm really enjoying it. )[22:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "They really do! I don't know where they get their ideas from." Katie started to dab through her hair with the wet-wipes, with limited success, cringing at the feel of the dried semen in her soft blonde locks. "Your guy looks like he really went for your hair... did he... aim?" She cringed at the thought.[22:57 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica frowned suspiciously. "I don't know. I told him not to, that I didn't want it in my hair...but I think he did it deliberately. I mean, he said he didn't mean to, but there was kind of a look in his eyes right as he was having his big grunty moment, like it was what he wanted." She glanced at her dress again. "I mean, at least it washes out of my hair...I suppose it could have been worse. Like you know that cute top I got at the Primark sale? The first guy I was with today totally ruined that, I swear it's *never* going to be clean."[22:59 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Katie looked confused for a moment, dabbing at her dress in vain, the male fluid already having soaked right into the material, staining and ruining it. It would only be good as a rag now. She thought back to her first client of the afternoon - the nice, sweet family man who popped in on the way back from taking his daughters to ballet class. Eww. "What did he do to your top, Jessie?" She couldn't quite fathom how even one of the perverts who came here could spoil a Primark top so badly it couldn't be worn! [23:03 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica wrinkled her nose. "I call him 'Mr. Sticky'. He doesn't come that often, but when he does, he always asks for me. I try to tell him, maybe he should come more often, try some different girls...but no. He's always really...um...backed up?" It was clear the sweet, polite girl was struggling a bit to keep up her generally sunny demeanour. "It's all sticky and yuk, and there's so much of it. And he shoots it all over me he makes these horrible noises like he's having a seizure or something. He got it *all over* my top, and it soaked in so much that even when I had Natasha put it in the wash for me, it still didn't come out clean."[23:04 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: (Something I wanted to say...I'm assuming all of these clients are basically men who either jerk off, or receive hand/blowjobs. No actual sex...I'm not opposed to it, it's just not that interesting to me today.)
[23:04 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Me neither! I prefer it when it's handjobs, or jerking off, or at the very most oral. I find it more interesting somehow.)[23:07 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Oh, you poor thing!" blushed Katie. "That was a really nice top too! You'll have to see if you can get another one, I think the sale starts next week." She carried on smearing the mess around the front of her pretty, low-cut dress, looking frustrated. "I had one like that today, too. I think he was my second. John, he was called. He was so... mocking! He didn't call me names or anything, just laughed at me. He found it all so funny. 'Love your hair, babe' he said to me, just before he... eww." [23:09 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica cooed sympathetically. "I'm glad none of the ones I had today were like that...I hate it. I have one regular like that, I know I've told you about him, that man Scott? He used to be my manager at McDonald's...he still comes here, and he makes all these comments about how 'he always knew I'd go far' and stuff like that. Making fun of me because he 'got me started', back when I used to...when I was working there, and he made me do stuff so I could pick up extra shifts."[23:11 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Katie blushed again. "My third was the worst today, or at least the weirdest. Adam, his name. He came in, and sat down with me on the bed, looking all concerned, asked how old I was. He told me he's a youth worker on the other side of town, works at the community centre and deals with disadvantaged teenagers off the council estate. Touched my hand, made me tell him all about how little money I've got, and how I have to work here. Then, while I'm talking, his hands are wandering all over the place, up my thigh, stomach, boobs, and his other hand's... between his legs, while he does his youth-worker act on me, looking all concerned..." [23:11 PM]Jessica Leitz disconnected.[23:12 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh, that's so horrible, that's...wait, Adam?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "I think I might know that one...I had a customer who kept asking me about stuff like, what were my GCSEs, and was I on benefits, and why wasn't I living with my parents...and acting all concerned, but at the same time touching my breasts and playing with himself and stuff...I think his name might have been Adam. I don't know...they all kind of blur together after a few months!"[23:15 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I mean, he was kind of sweet when he came in, he didn't take his clothes right off. He's young-ish, must only be 25 or so? Floppy light brown hair, so unthreatening-looking." Katie blushed a little, and gave up on dabbing her dress. "He was asking me how much I earned, and stuff, and then he told me how pleased he was that he'd found someone my age working here, and how badly he wanted to do this to a poor disadvantaged girl. He was stroking himself off while he told me how concerned he was for me..." [23:17 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica shivered. "Ewww, that's so creepy. But I mean, aren't we all kind of disadvantaged? Well, I mean, there's Poppy, she's so stuck-up...but really she's the same way as the rest of us, even if she won't admit it. None of us *want* to work here. It's just that if it's a choice, well...at McDonald's I had to clean grease out of my hair. At least, in a way, this is better?" she said doubtfully, as though she didn't really believe it. She'd spent the day stroking and sucking her way to a couple of hundred pounds, so she could take comfort in that - but that didn't mean it made it easy to justify it to herself. "What did Adam do to you?" she asked.[23:20 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Oh, it was really creepy." Katie shuddered. "He had me kneel down, the usual, but instead of making me stroke him, or suck him, he had me kneel there and tell him all about my life, and how little money I earned. I was kneeling there saying stuff like oh, Adam, I've only got £56 to last me until the end of the month; I can't even get the bus to the job centre; these are my last clean clothes and the launderette has just put their prices up; there's no way I'm going to be able to get to my next interview, and eventually he groaned out, told me how sorry he was that he had to do this, and... erupted, is the best way I can say it, he erupted in my face, thick and wet, like a volcano going off, they were clumps rather than ropes... ewwie ewwie ewwie!" [23:23 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica actually squealed a little in sympathy. She could just imagine it now. When she'd first come to the brothel, she'd assumed most cum was fairly bland and normal, but some of the customers she'd met since had been so backed-up and frustrated that she'd seen it come in all varieties, from watery to almost yellow, from chunky and lumpy to more like thick paste, sometimes even a bit smelly. "That's so horrible. Why do they have to say such horrible things? To make us say such horrible things? That guy from McDonald's always makes me say how I'm not qualified for any other job and stuff like that...why remind me? It's so cruel."[23:25 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "The thing that really sent him over the edge was when he made me tell him how much he was helping me. 'Oh, Adam,' he made me say. 'You're such a great help to a poor girl like me, I'm so glad you've come here and you're helping me out with my bills, you're making all the difference!' That sent him right over, and made him cum so gloopily." [23:25 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: ((hehe, 'gloopily', that's such a great word))[23:28 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica turned away, sighing. "Men are such pigs sometimes, aren't they? And you said he's working with teenage girls for like his job? That's really bad..." She shook her head. "When I started here, I thought they would want me to pretend like I really enjoyed it, you know, fake it like how in the movies they always act that way? But some of the men...like the ones I had today...they actually seem to like the fact that I don't want to work here, that I'm only here because it's this or basically being homeless. That last one seemed to like that I didn't want him to oogie in my hair, and then he did it anyway...It's so creepy and weird."[23:28 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (('oogie'! i love it :) ))[23:31 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Katie pulled the ruined dress off, revealing sweet, lacy matching pink lingerie, before throwing on a T-shirt over her body. "I think they like the power... they like knowing we're here and we're just here for their use. The first one this morning, he was a really sweet family man, the kind of guy you wouldn't think would visit. On his way back from dropping his twin daughters at ballet!" She grimaced at this. He had two girls, and yet didn't think twice about treating someone else's daughter this way. "He was called Steve, but he made me call him Mr Lewis instead." [23:33 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica nodded. "My 'Mr. Sweaty' customer today had children, too. He told me about how his daughter was doing riding lessons, and they were sending her on a foreign exchange this summer because she wants to learn a foreign language. He didn't say it, but I knew what he was thinking: how glad he was that she has this nice perfect life, and yet someone *else's* daughter is here for him to...to use." She sounded a touch sad at that. "He was saying he'd never allow his daughter near a place like this. But what about me? He didn't seem to mind me working here!"[23:35 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "To them, we're not someone's daughter or sister or wife, or in Abbie's case, someone's mum. We're just bodies for them to use. I guess to them, we're the losers and they're the winners. You can see it in their eyes sometimes." She did an impression of a gruff-voiced man. "Ha ha! I've just dumped a thick, smelly mess of my steaming, yellowed, backed-up stale ball gloop in your face and on your dress. It's so funny! You lose!" [23:37 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica nodded, dejected. "But it's not our fault! I didn't choose to make my dad gamble away all our money...if the government helped us a bit more, it wouldn't be so bad. But instead they're cutting benefits and making it harder to qualify...I bet by this time next year we have five new girls working here, at least!"[23:39 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Katie looked a little sad. "At least you might have some of the heat taken off you, some of the guys who are just after a young body to perv over and touch up will go for Amber, she starts next week, Natasha told me when I got in. She's quite a pretty blonde girl, but she's just fifteen. Parents broke up, I think, and her mum can only get part-time work in the Co-op. She has to help with the bills somehow." [23:41 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica shrugged. "That's bad, but...it *would* be nice if I didn't have quite so many sweaty pervs getting little hard-ons because I tell them I'm sixteen. Last week I had one who made me COUNT to sixteen, and when I got there, he did this big groan and sprayed all over my face. There was so much I swear I could still feel it on me after I took a shower!"[23:43 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I think Mr Sticky might go for her," she said, cringing a little. "When he had me, I told him I was nineteen, and he had me pretend to be fifteen. Has he ever made you put your hair up in pigtails, and talk to him like a little girl?" She did an impression of how he made her talk to him. "Oh, mister, you look all angry... you're pointing it right at me... ooh, I hope it doesn't make a mess of me. Pwetty pwease don't make a mess of my pwetty hair, mister?" [23:45 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica nodded vigorously. "Yes, that stupid 'babygirl' act, it's so creepy. I had to act all dumb, like 'is Mister going to give all his milk now' - it's SO stupid, I hate it. And the fact that this girl won't even be pretending, she's really only 15? That's even worse." She shook her head. Her long, full mane of dyed red hair wasn't suited to pigtails; the memory was humiliating. "Ugh, I wish they'd just learn to be normal, and not have to make such a big act of it. It's humiliating enough without all the play-acting."[23:47 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "My favourites are the shy ones, who have all this big build-up, you can tell they've not been with a girl at all in months or even years. They build up, make you say all this stuff, and then literally seconds after they do their icky wherever they've decided to do it, you see the shame build up on their face, and suddenly it's zzzzzip, jeans on, out of the door without so much as a bye!" [23:48 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica nodded. "Yes, at least they just get out right away. Some of them linger, and all I can think is, fuck off! I want to go clean up, not sit around while you tell me about how I look with my mess all over me! The ones who finish quickly are good. I guess they're embarrassed...they're not really the same person anymore, once they've finished."[23:50 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "The words I dread hearing are... 'can I take a pic babe?' No, fuck off! It's bad enough sitting here with your sticky steaming ball-batter drying on my skin, it's humiliating enough, without you whipping your iPhone out to show your mates down the pub." Katie breathed gently. "Sorry, rant over. Do you ever get the dress-up guys? The ones who want you in various costumes?" [23:51 PM]KuteKatie connected.[23:51 PM]KuteKatie is now Looking.[23:54 PM]Bad Luck Brittany: "It's ok, hun, I know how frustrating it is," she said sympathetically, as she began working on her dress, scraping off the mushy mess as best she could. "I've dressed up a bit...I mean, schoolgirl is the most common, of course." She gestured to the wardrobe where they kept many different schoolgirl outfits, as it was such a common request. "Other than that...I was a 'pretty princess' for one, he wanted to do it on my tiara, but it just ended up all in my hair...and another wanted me to be ballerina..."[23:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Oh, I've had the tiara bloke too," laughed Katie. It was long enough ago that it was an amusing memory rather than a recent horror. "He really does aim badly, doesn't he? Come on, sweet little princess, he says, smile for me, cupcake!" She giggled gently. "And then... ewwie ucky! It goes everywhere! I had one who wanted me in a full fairy outfit once, around Halloween, wings and everything!" [23:58 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Some of them, when I tell them I'm a model, they want me to twirl and things for them." She blushed. "I don't tell them that the only places I've ever been a model, I wasn't really modelling any clothes." Topless Teen Cuties, she seemed to remember the website was called, with a cringe. [0:01 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica smiled a bit innocently. "Well, I really think it's great that you're modelling, I just know you're going to have a big break one day," she said, not realizing fully the exact line of work Katie was in. "The funny thing is, though, no matter whether they have all this elaborate fantasy worked out, or they just sit there all shy...it all ends the same way. Me on my knees, them aiming at me. Me losing, them winning. It's all the same in the end."[0:01 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: ((Hmm...not sure Jessica would say 'elaborate' actually. Let's say she said "they have all this big fantasy", or something.))[0:03 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Katie nodded, understandingly, softly smiling. "You're so right, Jessie. It's like... haha, you lose, when they do it to you, isn't it? Almost like they're gunging you for getting an answer wrong on a cheap 90s quiz." [0:03 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: ((Also, FYI, I think I'll be on for about another 30 minutes or so...just advance warning.))[0:03 AM]Ashleys Brothel: ((Me too. Can I friend you?))[0:04 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: ((Yes, please do))[0:06 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica nodded uncertainly. She was a bit too young to have seen such programs, but she just about remembered. "Yes, like when you get that slime all over you? I guess it is kind of the same..." She shivered. "But the thing is, on those shows, at least sometimes you'd win, and get a prize...we *never* win. What prize do we ever get? After Mr. Grunty was gone, I was just left sitting there all messy, and I don't even get all the money he pays."[0:07 AM]Ashleys Brothel: "Do you ever get the apologetic ones, Jessie," Katie asked, curiously. "Or is that just me? You know, the ones who grunt and groan, and tell you how sorry they are. 'Mmngh, ohh, oh god, ungh, I'm so sorry, babe, I'm sorry... ungh... unghungh!' Those ones?" [0:08 AM]Ashleys Brothel: "Telling you how sorry they are for doing what they're doing to you. 'I can't help it, princess,' they go, before they ucky all over you." [0:09 AM]Bad Luck Brittany was added to your friends list.[0:10 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica nodded. "I know what you mean, but there's only one who's really like that with me. But what I hate is he keeps doing it! I mean he comes every time, he gets it on me every time, and it's always, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry'. No, he's not, or else he's stop doing it! I plead and plead, Mister, please don't get your yucky all on me...but he does. So I don't think he really *is* sorry at all!" she said indignantly.[0:11 AM]Ashleys Brothel: "I've got to go in a little while, Jessie," said Katie apologetically. "I've got my evening college class, I'm doing nail design, hoping I can get a different job to top up what I earn here." She showed off her prettily glitter-manicured nails. "But... I'm curious. What's the most awful, disgusting thing that's happened to you while you've worked here?" [0:15 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica nodded. "It's ok, I should go too...my landlord wants me to stop by, I've been late on rent again this month and I know how he's going to want me to repay him. Oh, I LOVE your nails!" she squeed. "You have to do mine sometime, please, it'll be so cute." Then she thought contemplatively as she began packing up her ruined dress in her small backpack, the kind of thing most girls her age carried their schoolwork in. "I guess...there was one guy who was really kind of backed-up and clearly hadn't been in a long time. It was really sticky and gross, and I remember him doing this thing where he aimed at me, and was like deliberately celebrating - 'I got it in your eye!', 'I hit your nose!'. It was like I wasn't even a person to him, just one of those cut-out men they use as target practice in shooting." She shivered at the memory. "It was all slimey, and my fake lashes were coming off it was so thick."[0:18 AM]Ashleys Brothel: "Oh, thanks!" giggled Katie, wiggling the pretty pink glittery nails around proudly. "I did these in college last week. I think some of the guys liked them, too." She blushed at the thought. "They really love all the fake stuff, don't they? Lashes, acrylic nails, dyed hair? My last guy today, he kept asking me all about my hair dye, and nails, and made me flutter my fake lashes as he stroked himself. I wonder why it is?" [0:21 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: Jessica nodded. "I don't know, but you're right...one of them even asked me if I had fake breasts, and I told him no, they're all natural, and he almost seemed disappointed? I was worried he was actually going to leave, but when I told him I dyed my hair, he got all excited again. I guess for them it's the fakeness of it that they like...the idea we've put some effort into looking a certain way, and they get to mess that up? Lots of them like when my makeup smudges, or my fake lashes come off, or they get it in my hair, so it must be that."[0:23 AM]Ashleys Brothel: "It's like, power, and humiliation, isn't it?" She blushes under her own smudged makeup. "And... I guess, the contrast too. We're all pink and sparkly and girly, and they get to, to almost dominate that with their thick, sticky, salty masculine cum? All gloopy and steaming, all over our sparkly makeup and shimmering hair and glittery lashes and lipgloss."[0:24 AM]Ashleys Brothel: ((Perhaps if we meet here again, we could do a bad luck story set in the brothel. Perhaps we both have to service some nasty male, and I could play as Abbie, who's really down on her luck, really jaded.))[0:25 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: ((At some point I'd like to play as my "Brittany" stock character too, a bit more jaded than Jessica. Yes, that might be fun. And I have to say, I like the stuff about 'fakeness'...I really like including those kind of details in my character))[0:26 AM]Ashleys Brothel: ((I like the thought of him forcing one of us to encourage him to ruin the other. "Oh, mister, do it, you can do it all over Brittany. Look at those pretty lashes... don't you want to just let go alllll over 'em, sweetie?" [0:26 AM]Ashleys Brothel: ))[0:27 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: ((Ha, interesting idea. We have to find a man to play this? Or we'll play him as kind of a 'stunt cock' role?))[0:27 AM]Ashleys Brothel: ((It's probably best that we share playing him. We both have better ideas than 99% of the men here.))[0:28 AM]Bad Luck Brittany: ((Alright, that makes sense. Would it be OK if we stopped the scene now? I have a few minutes more, but it feels like a natural pausing point anyway. I *have* really enjoyed it, though, and I hope you did too, and that I played OK.))[0:30 AM]Ashleys Brothel: ((You were perfect. I'm really looking forward to seeing you again. Are you here lots?))