Skater Slut

Ami Emerson's wrists are already bound when the door slams shut behind her. The blond gets marched out into the street, nipples clamped under a thin t-shirt, every step pulling the chain between the clover clips. Strangers watch her walk. Some stop, reach out, tug the chain. She gasps. The store clerk at the corner bodega sees her, grins, unzips. She drops to her knees right there on the dirty tile. His cock slides over her tongue; she works him fast, desperate for the warm splash across her cheeks. One load down. Two more men follow at the next stop, emptying themselves on her face, sticky white streaks running down her chin. Later, inside the skate shop, the crowd closes in. Hands push her forward over the glass counter. The clamps tug again, sharp and cruel, while another stranger drives into her ass. The bell above the door keeps ringing. Cheering. Someone films it. She takes every thrust, every hand, every new load, bound and wide open for anyone willing to use her.