A Good Whore Brings her own Mattress

She drags the mattress through the city like it’s a fucked-up trophy. People stare. She keeps walking. By noon the clothes are gone and the ropes are on. Her tits are crushed in tight coils of rope, nipples stiff from the cold air and the shame. The mattress gets heavier with every block, but she doesn’t drop it. She can’t. Every few blocks they stop her, push her down on it, and make her suck cock with her wrists tied behind her back. Spit runs down her chin onto the stained fabric. Later the ropes spread her ass open right there on the sidewalk. Cars slow. Phones come out. She takes every inch while the city watches, breathing hard, cunt dripping onto the same mattress she’ll be sleeping on later—when they’re done using her.