Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

Yes, I am a prostitute. What kind of services are you interested in?

As much as I'd like to help you out with that particular fetish, I am not able to find anyone at the moment who is willing to buy my services. Perhaps if you're looking for someone else...

No offense intended, but I am simply trying to explain that I cannot accept your offer at the moment due to a lack of potential buyers. Perhaps another time would be better for you?

Sorry to disappoint you, but as I said before, there is no one interested in buying my services at the moment. Perhaps if you are looking for another whore...

Well then, if you are indeed interested in buying my services, please feel free to negotiate the terms with me. However, I must warn you that I am not as popular or skilled as some of the other whores around here, so my prices may be lower and the quality of service might suffer accordingly.

Well then, you have made my day! I understand that you might be interested in getting a good deal on services and perhaps wanting me to try harder than usual. As we negotiate the terms of our agreement, please keep in mind that while I will certainly do my best for you under these circumstances, my abilities and experience are still limited.

Is there anything specific you had in mind when saying "harder" or any particular fantasy or fetish you'd like me to incorporate into the session?

are assuming too much based on my current situation. It is true that I am not as sought-after or experienced as some of the other whores in this area, but I do have skills and I am willing to try my best for you within the bounds of our negotiated agreement. If you could specify what you would like me to work on or any particular fantasies or fetishes that interest you, it would help me tailor the session more precisely to your desires.

Please understand that I may not be able to fully satisfy certain requests due to my limited abilities and experience, but I am willing to try my best within reason.

"Ah, I see... A ruined orgasm, hmm? That is something that may be difficult for me to accomplish due to my limited experience with such fetishes," she says apologetically. "However, as you are interested in it and I am willing to try my best within reason, I could potentially offer a discount on the normal price."

She ponders for a moment before continuing. "How about this: if we negotiate a lower-than-usual fee for the service, say half of what I usually charge, I will make every effort to provide you with an unsatisfactory orgasm. If successful, I'll consider it a valuable learning experience and possibly incorporate such services more extensively into my repertoire in the future."

Do you find this proposition acceptable?

"My usual price is..." kala hesitates for a moment, reluctant to reveal her financial details openly. "Never mind that. Let's focus on the deal I proposed: you get a lower-than-usual fee in exchange for helping me expand my repertoire with ruined orgasms. Would you be willing to accept this arrangement?"

She tilts her head slightly, waiting for your answer while her hands nervously fiddle with the hem of her garment.

Alright, if that is your price, I understand. The discount would bring the total amount down to... She mentally calculates and whispers the new figure into your ear. "That means you'll be paying only..."

"Alright," she says, clearing her throat before speaking up slightly louder this time. "The total amount you would pay with the discount is...fourteen dollars." She pauses for a moment, watching your reaction carefully.

Do you accept the terms of our agreement?

Well then, now that the financial aspects have been settled, let us move on to the main event. She smiles coyly and slips off her clothes until she is standing before you completely naked. Her body shivers slightly in anticipation of your touch. "Please," she whispers, taking a step closer to you, "tell me how you want this ruined orgasm..."

Her hands move hesitantly up your thighs, slowly exploring the contours of your legs and hips before reaching their destination. Her fingers tentatively stroke the tip of your erection, feeling its heat against her delicate skin. "Should I start here?" she asks innocently, waiting for your instructions.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she takes the length of your cock into her mouth. Her lips part slightly as she sucks gently on you, tasting the saltiness and feeling the heat beneath her tongue. She starts with short, gentle strokes up and down, easing herself into rhythm as she gets more comfortable.

Her free hand moves to cup your balls, rolling them softly in her palm as she continues her ministrations. Her movements become bolder now, and she begins to experiment with different techniques: flicking the sensitive tip of your cock with her tongue while simultaneously sucking hard on the shaft; applying more pressure as she strokes up and down her length.

She feels your body tensing beneath her touch, senses the building tension within you as your orgasm draws near. With one final thrust of her hips, she takes all of you deep into her throat, holding you there while she increases the strength of her suction and her tongue movements. Her own breathing becomes ragged as she struggles to maintain this position, desperately trying to deny you the release you so clearly crave...

Her throat feels tight as your cock throbs helplessly against the back of her mouth, but she refuses to let up. The pleasure-pain of having you so deep inside her only serves to heighten her own arousal; she can feel herself growing wet between her legs in anticipation of...something more.

With a final gasp, she releases you from her mouth, only to take your hand and guide it toward her sex. "Here," she whispers hoarsely, "do what you will." Her words are barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing as she waits expectantly for your touch.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she watches your hand move lower between her legs, feeling your fingers brushing against the sensitive folds of her sex. "That's it," she moans softly, arching her back and tilting her hips up to meet your touch. "Touch me... make me feel good..."

Her words are laced with desire as she closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations that course through her body. The feeling of your fingers against her skin is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. She can barely stand it anymore, feeling so achingly close to release...

"It... it doesn't matter," she gasps, her hips moving involuntarily against your touch. "Just continue..." She wraps one hand around the base of your erection, guiding it toward her entrance. With a shaky breath, she aligns you with her slick heat and slowly impales herself on your cock. The sensation is overwhelming; she feels so full and so wet that every movement seems to drag moisture from her core.

Her eyes flutter open as she stares up at you, searching your face for some sign of what she should do next. "What...?" she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Should I...? Tell me..." Her words trail off into a soft moan as you begin to move inside her, slowly withdrawing almost all the way before driving forward again, burying yourself deep within her welcoming heat.

The words sting like a slap across her face, but she refuses to let them show on hers. Instead, she grits her teeth and focuses on the sensations rippling through her body as you continue to move inside her. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back in time with each thrust, seeking friction and release from this rough encounter.

Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving up and down with the effort of holding back a climax. She can feel the tension building inside her, coiling like a spring ready to snap at any moment...but then something else catches her attention: the realization that you're not getting off on this, either. You don't seem to be enjoying it nearly as much as she is. The thought both angers and frustrates her.

With a loud groan, she rolls out from underneath you and sits up on the bed, legs spread wide in invitation. Her body glistens with sweat, her breath coming in short gasps as she watches you approach her. "Fine," she says through clenched teeth. "You wanted a ruined orgasm? Here." She tilts her head back, presenting her neck to you like an offering.

Her hand moves between her legs again, fingers finding their rhythm against the swollen folds of flesh as you watch hungrily from above. Her hips buck and writhe in time with her touch, but she knows it won't be enough this time...not without you there to help her finish what she started. "Make me cum," she breathes raggedly, "and make sure I never forget it..."

Her body trembles at your words as they wash over her, sending a shudder of conflicting emotions through her core. She presses harder against herself, seeking the release that seems just out of reach with each passing second. Her eyes are squeezed shut tightly now, tears of frustration and anger blending with sweat on her cheeks as she gasps for air between moans.

Her fingers move faster, desperation fuelling her touches as she tries to find the right combination that will finally send her over the edge. "Please," she whimpers hoarsely, "help me..." Her hips arch up off the bed, presenting herself fully to your gaze. She knows it won't be enough for you unless she begs...but begging feels like giving in, admitting defeat, and that is something she cannot bring herself to do just yet.

Her nails scrape against the mattress as she tries to keep herself grounded while her body thrashes beneath her control. Tears stream down her cheeks unheeded as her orgasm builds higher and higher inside her, threatening to consume her entire being if it isn't released soon...

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust your hips forward roughly, slamming into her with such force that she gasps in surprise. Pain ripples through her body at the impact, but it is nothing compared to the wave of relief and release that follows immediately after. Her vision blurs as tears of pain and frustration spill down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat that glistens on her skin.

She gasps for air as you continue to move inside her, each thrust sending another rush of pleasure coursing through her system. You're rough and uncaring, treating her like nothing more than a warm hole to be filled whenever the urge strikes; just as she wanted. Her fingers still work at her flesh beneath her, but now it is less about finding an orgasm and more about relieving some of the tension that coils tightly within her body after finally being filled again.

With a final cry of relief, her orgasm crests and breaks, washing over her like a wave as she comes hard around your cock. Her muscles clench rhythmically, milking your release deep inside her as you groan and thrust roughly, expelling your own load into her welcoming body.

At last, you collapse atop her, your weight pressing her down into the bed as you catch your breath. The air in the room is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the echoes of their labored breathing fill the space between them. For a moment, she lies there beneath you, feeling the life slowly return to her limbs as exhaustion washes over her. Then, without another word, you roll off to one side and close your eyes, leaving her to deal with the aftermath alone.

She stares up at the ceiling, blinking back tears of frustration and anger

Her chest tightens at your words as they pierce through the haze of post-orgasmic exhaustion. She rolls onto her side, turning away from you and curling up into a ball, fighting back tears as she tries to compose herself. Her fingers move absently against the sheets beneath her, twisting and tearing at the fabric in frustration.

A quiet sob escapes her throat as she realizes that perhaps you're right: she did fail. She couldn't manage to provide you with the kind of satisfaction you sought, no matter how hard she tried or how desperate she became. The weight of this failure presses down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She closes her eyes tightly, willing away the tears that threaten to spill free once more.

The air in the room feels stifling now, and she struggles to catch her breath as the reality of what just happened sinks in. Despite your harsh words, she can't help but wonder if maybe there was something else you wanted from her...something she could have done differently...but it's too late for that now. The only thing left is to accept defeat and move on, hoping that someday she might find someone who appreciates her abilities more than this one did.

Her body stiffens at your words as they cut through the haze of exhaustion and self-pity. She struggles to form a coherent response, her throat feeling raw from holding back tears and frustration earlier. With a shaky breath, she finally manages to force out: "I... I don't have that kind of money."

The words sound pathetic even to her own ears; it's clear that you don't believe her, but she can't bring herself to lie any more. Her gaze remains fixed on the bedspread as she waits for your reaction, bracing herself against whatever might come next.

She shakes her head slowly, still refusing to meet your gaze. "I... I couldn't. I need every coin I have just to survive from day to day. Please understand..." Her voice trails off into silence as she struggles with what to say next. The knowledge that you don't believe her only makes things worse; it feels like another failure piled atop all the others, and she can no longer bear the weight of it all.

She closes her eyes tightly, willing away the tears that threaten once more to spill free. A moment passes in silence before she finally finds the courage to speak again: "I'm sorry... I just... please don't make me pay for something I can't give you..." Her voice cracks on the last word, and another tear slips free to trail down her cheek.

She waits, bracing herself against whatever judgment or anger might come next, but instead finds herself hoping that perhaps you will find it in your heart to show some mercy.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she nods mutely in agreement. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, managing to force out a shaky smile despite the lump in her throat. "Thank you for understanding..." She reaches out tentatively and takes the folded bill from your hand, careful not to make contact with any part of your body except the bare minimum necessary.

She holds the money loosely in her hand for a moment before carefully tucking it into her bodice, almost as if she's ashamed to have even that small amount of wealth. Her gaze remains fixed on the floor as she curls up into an even tighter ball, feeling exposed and vulnerable under your scrutiny.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her sobs. "For everything... I tried my best..."

Nodding meekly, she scrapes together what remains of her dignity and scrambles from the bed, searching for something to wear that isn't completely tattered or smelling of sex. With one final glance over her shoulder at you, she exits the room wordlessly, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. The sound of her footsteps fading down the hallway is almost lost against the background noise of the brothel: laughter, moans, and the clink of glasses filled with whiskey and cheap wine.

Inside your own room, you sink back onto the bed, pondering what just transpired between you and the little whore. She might not have given you a satisfying ruined orgasm or made you feel like a king, but something about her... About how she tried so hard despite being utterly incompetent... It leaves an odd taste in your mouth. You close your eyes, trying to forget about her as you drift off into the restless sleep of a man without mercy or empathy.