Larpal: Training and formation of prostitutes 3 and 4

Summary:

Carolina is a small-town girl who travels to the city where her eccentric millionaire uncle works. He helps her financially in exchange for participating in a mysterious program she doesn't fully understand yet. As part of the program, she must undergo intense physical training and take pills she can't discuss with anyone.

One strange night ends up having sex with Marcos. Marcos tells her that she acted possessed that special night and he couldn't help but cum inside...

I woke up weird. My shirt was tight. My nipples were burning. Something had happened. Something more. I was hungry, so I went to the fridge and found an open pack of condoms. I opened it and served myself a glass. When I wanted to take one, I felt something strange, like my throat was closed. I took sip by sip. I took another pill from those given to me by my uncle.

I ran to a pharmacy when I remembered about the pills. I didn't know if there was a contraindication with them. I couldn't call him and admit what I had done. I felt too ashamed. I bought morning-after pills, took one, and that's it. At worst, I'd feel really bad, although I worried about my breasts.

The doorbell rang. It was the personal trainer. I opened the door and felt a tingling sensation in my crotch. I asked him to wait for a second while I changed. I put on the tights they told me to wear but they felt tighter than usual. Something weird had happened. My tits. They must have grown.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The tights had stretched due to the pressure of my nipples. It was impossible. The cleft of my sex was drawing perfectly. I felt so ashamed. I didn't know what to do.

The guy was waiting for me. I thought about his sex, whether it would heat up seeing me like this. Sure, unless he's gay. Most personal trainers are gay, I thought, and left as I was.

The class started as usual. We went out for a run, and I couldn't stop looking at men and women, I couldn't leave to see their bodies. Their forms. The tingling was strong, it reached my nipples. If I could have, I would have locked myself in a bathroom to masturbate. But I couldn't be. Nothing like that could be happening, I had to think about other things.

We returned to the apartment and did the stretching exercises. Being on all fours made me feel particularly observed. Luckily, the guy was very correct until he placed his hand under my glutes.

-Do you mind? He said and pressed with his fingers.
-Do you feel a tingling sensation in that area?
-Si.
-Does it get stronger when I press?
-Si... Is it normal?
-Did I say?

-No. Listen, are you taking Larpal, no?
My uncle had told me not to tell anyone. I didn't know if that included the personal trainer.

-No, what is it?
-It's a very strong drug. It's banned. I thought you were acting strange and getting into something like that.
-What does it do? -I took advantage of the opportunity.
-They use it for some special models... makes muscles get used to exercises more quickly...

-Could something bad happen?
-He brought his hand to my mouth and I felt a shiver. He introduced one finger, then another, introduced a pill.

-I found them when you changed. Swallow... -I thought it was going to cost me but I was salivating more than usual, the pill dissolved quickly. I felt possessed.
-Do you feel that? That thing that's happening in your throat... Your throat is constricting.

-What's happening to me? -I said something anxious and anguished. I was paralyzed. I reclined, opening my legs. He got down on his knees and caressed my butt cheek. I was sweaty. He showed me my sweat between his fingers, like they were skating. The leggings were squeezing me more than I could take.

-Take off the leggings. -He said and I did. Almost as if it was a necessity but I couldn't. It had stuck to my skin.
-Can't you? -I shook my head and started crying from frustration.
-Don't worry... That legging adheres with heat. It sticks to your skin, stylizing it. There's a remedy for that. – He said and stopped. I noticed he had a large erection. I leaned my face against his groin. He lowered his athletic pants and the member appeared in all its splendor.

– What is this? What's happening to me? – I said, wrapping my lips around the head of his member with mine. The taste seemed delicious. He pressed my head, it was about fifteen centimeters, I resisted, thinking I would throw up but a tingling sensation invaded my mouth.

– What you're taking tonifies your muscles... and depending on the activity you have. That need you have is because something happened. Look at me. – He said. I raised my eyes and felt his member going in and out, opening its way through my throat. – Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen...

His penis sank into its entirety and I felt his sperm falling directly onto my stomach.

I wanted to resist but he had more strength than me. The straps freed us both. I breathed again. The threads of his semen tied me to his member.

With a handkerchief, he wiped away my tears.

– Be careful with those things. – He said in a loving tone.

– I still feel... the tingling sensation. – I said and looked at him strangely.

– You shouldn't. It's been very little time.

– Please... Put it in me. – I interrupted.

– Did you take something else?

– Please... – I turned around but he went to the kitchen, started touching me with the illusion of tempting me.

– This is the problem. – He returned with the morning-after pill box.

– I need... – I managed to say.

– Carolina... This is very dangerous.

– Please... – I didn't give up anymore, my legging had freed my skin, I lowered it to show him my hungry sex. He picked me up and sat me down on a chair. I kissed his neck, searching for his mouth, he had a Larpal pill between his teeth when I put it in his mouth. He realized and swallowed.

– It's been a long time... You don't know what you just did. – Neither do I know why I did it. I was conscious but my decisions seemed strange to me. As if my body was doing everything possible to satisfy itself and My willpower would have disappeared long ago. -...I had... I have a problem.

His breathing became deep. His veins and muscles were marked, his body radiated heat with joy as he saw his member leaving its lethargy.

His cock shone and a pre-seminal drop reflected a flash of sun. He was bent over, with my hand taking his member and bringing it towards my sex. I needed it.

The chair didn't seem to please him and in a quick movement, he took me to the sofa. I felt like a toy in his arms. He gasped fiercely. He breathed fire and I could feel it on my neck. He started rubbing his sex against mine. I was soaked. Almost, I could feel my vaginal lips opening, inviting him, but he was interested in something else.

He impregnated his penis with my fluids and started to adjust it lower. He took me and made me recline, so that my rear entrance would be ready.

- Look... -He said and placed a pillow under my head, my entire body was gathered so I could see his cock exploring my bum.

-No... -I said.

-Hold your legs. -He ordered and I obeyed. I didn't know what was going to happen. I wanted him to penetrate me but never had it done for me and his penis was red, hard, giant. The purple head seemed about to explode. He spat and slowly introduced it, lowering my head so I could look. -Look well at what's happening to you, I'm screwing you. -He said in my ear and the idea perturbed me. It seemed to have no return.

I saw my depilated sex and under the sex that thick thing introducing itself into me. I felt it invading my recesses and it was as if my own mind gave way. It was like being a prostitute, letting oneself be screwed. And the sensation was pleasant. Maybe I was a slut. Maybe I needed it. An orgasm grew inside me. He finished pushing it into my interior.

-It's all in.-He said as if it needed to be clarified.

-Keep going, keep going.-I asked.

-Voulez-vous quitter bien salope after this.

-Abrir el culo.

-This My ass won't close anymore.

-Ayyy… I'm a slut... -I said and finished. He kept looking at me. He had a smile on his face.

Something of my primitive consciousness came back to me. I felt strange. Hugged him. While something was pulsating inside me. It was a liquid heat invading my entrails.

The semen was abundant. Excessive. He pulled out his member and it was white, I felt like the sperm was falling on the sofa while he brought it closer to my mouth. I thought it was too dirty. I made a face of disgust. I could smell his lefia.

-Clean me up. – It were orders. I don't know why. My tongue seemed to move on its own, collecting nectar from his foreskin. It was the sensation. That was it. The tickling in my palate and, when swallowing it, eroticized my throat. I felt shivers. Almost could swallow semen.

I went to the bathroom with the illusion of cleaning up everything that had passed through me. I opened the shower. The drops were hitting my skin like knives. I only felt certain parts of my body. My legs, my tits, flashed. The cheeks of my Booty, I washed them over and over again and the sensation grew in me. It seemed like it couldn't stop for anything in the world. I opened my mouth letting the rain enter my body, into my being, I swallowed longing to have a different texture. Strange thoughts ran across my skin.

I breathed deeply. The afternoon sun seemed endless. How much had passed? I saw the clock. Only two hours. They seemed like years. My small-town boyfriend was left behind, that illusion of innocence. I saw myself in the mirror knowing I was different.

I think that in all that was happening to me there was nothing worse than knowing, deeply understanding that it wasn't something I could change. It was, simply, something that happened as it had to happen, like if it had been asleep and woke up and took possession of me. A strange force, perhaps from another world. A definitely different world from the one I had grown up in.

I tried to think about other things. The days passed quickly and the gym sessions were exhausting. I also saw myself with people who taught me to striptease and had photo shoots every now and then. Catalog photos for trying on clothes, nothing too special. I earned a bit thanks to that and another bit thanks to what my uncle left for me at the office. Now that Mabel no longer took care of my expenses, I had to deal with my uncle personally. Directly. He would leave money for me at the office and I would go pick it up. Nothing simpler.

This way, one day, I received a call from Mabel.

-Listen carefully. You think your uncle wants to help you, but I only wanted to ruin your life. - She sounded upset, clearly just found out about the new conditions with my uncle or something else had happened.

-Never said anything like that, Mabel

-Not yet... Listen carefully. Do you really believe your uncle sees you as his soul niece?

-He's my uncle. I don't need to believe anything more.

There was a silence.

-You have a lot to learn. - She said and hung up.

-I suppose so. - I told my reflection. I looked good. That product they had given me really was helping me. In the afternoon, I would have a photo shoot. A bit longer one. I had to produce something abroad in a somewhat more accessible market. Just then, I started feeling like my career was taking shape. I had the ticket and knew where I had to go. What scared me a bit was leaving the country and my uncle not being there with me.

He had distanced himself from my career because he considered I should form myself in a more independent way. I understood that, but being away from my family and having no friends made me feel a bit lonely. There was a cutie at the gym who I would meet every now and then to grab something, but she was one of those women who lived in that absolute singleness limbo... at thirty years old. She talked a lot and somehow that permanent sound made me feel better.

Before the trip, I called her and told her I'd be away for a while, she was happy for me and I I also felt better.

As I passed through the airport, something strange started to happen to me, an excessive and powerful happiness in my chest, like a tremendous light that had to be shared. There, I began to see images of my hometown, my ex-boyfriend, with whom I had cut off all communication so it wouldn't hurt me as much, my parents, my friends, all that comfort, that other life.

The place where I was going was a Central American island, where North American culture had taken hold but people preferred to maintain certain indigenous customs. The heat gave the streets a cheerful tone, but poverty was visible, even in the taxi that had taken me to the hotel. It would be unfair not to say something strong about this city, the feeling of having magic. I always believed that believing in magic and witchcraft was something for poor and ignorant people, but here it was different, it was impossible not to feel something special on my skin. Maybe it had something to do with the smells, there were no unpleasant smells, just rather spicy ones. The type of smells one expects to find in the Orient, perhaps on the streets of India, but with that Latin accent and sensuality in the air. The heat made people wear little clothing, and both men and women showed off their worked physiques. Another thing that seemed very interesting to me were the idols and figures, they were very beautiful in themselves. The taxi driver had one of those images hanging from the rearview mirror.

-Are you visiting? -The taxi driver said to me.

By work. I'm a model.

Oh, model. Nice job.

Yes. It's enjoyable. Excuse me, what is that figure there? -I pointed out the figure that had caught my attention, a kind of small circle with figures like intertwined.

Oh, The Lord of Whores.

How?

The Lord of Whores... It's an amulet, lord of sexual relations, free, strong, making life beautiful, don't you think? -The man said to me, looked at me and smiled. I didn't know that answer the door and decide to lose my gaze out the window.

The hotel wasn't too luxurious, it was a worn-out building like an apartment complex that didn't seem designed to function as a hotel, but the rooms were clean and people were polite.

In the morning I received a call from reception. Someone was waiting for me.

Hello, my name is Marcela. The girl said, small in stature but with an experienced gaze and a figure that stood out thanks to the tight-fitting clothes she wore. Fine clothes by the way and a large hat, like a small fashion diva. I'm going to take you to where we'll be staying while we're making the production. Do you have your bags packed?

Yes, I need to settle some things but I'll get them ready.

Get them done, I'll wait for you.

Isn't it close? I said speculating about staying at the hotel that had become comfortable for me.

No, no, because we have to travel to a small island in the north, a beautiful place, you'll love it.

While packing my bags something happened, I felt a slight knock on the door. It was one of the young men who took care of the hotel's cleaning.

Miss, can I talk to you?

Yes, yes, come in. I said while continuing to pack my clothes.

I heard you're going to the northern islands. Don't go, it's not safe there.

The boy seemed really scared.

Why do you say that?

They take women... there are things.

Are you already here? Marcela knocked on the door and poked her head out.

Yes, yes, we're already here. I said and looked at the boy who left through the window.

We got into a truck heading to the airport where we would take a small plane to the other island. The boy's words still echoed in me, with fear, I knew that area was dangerous, far from the continent there were no laws, it was land of narcos and outlaws, I looked at Marcela and she seemed confident.

A hotel boy told me not to come because it's dangerous.

That's because they're very superstitious, it's a land of witches They say.
-And what about drug traffickers?
-Narcos aren't around here, there's police, it's a very important tourist destination of the highest level. The stars come here because it's so deserted, imagine the security that's here.

-It's a place with a very sexual energy too. - A male voice from the front seat said. The man turned around.
-He's Richter, the photographer. Marcela introduced him to me. He likes being a spy.
-I see. I smiled and reached out my hand for him to kiss it like a gentleman.
-They believe in El Señor de Las putas, a mythical figure that ignites sexual desire in men and women.
-The taxi driver mentioned something.
-And on these islands there are many priests, the faith is very strong. - Marcela completed. Everything was starting to interest me, making this trip something unique, like an adventure, I started feeling like a young Indiana Jones.

-Tomorrow we're going to do the photo shoot and then two days of filming for the ad campaign, we'll get it all done in one go. - Richter said.
-Filming? I didn't know there was filming. - I said.
-Yes, you know what you're doing? - Marcela asked me half-provocatively and it made me laugh at my own ignorance or idiocy as I wanted to call it.

-It's fine, you were in another place. Richter got out to save me. - It's a campaign for an adult channel that's why we need so much sensuality.
-I felt a little embarrassed.
-But what am I supposed to show?
-No, no, it's a pretty strong insinuation, here you have to be quite strong to get there but not too over-the-top. It's just small scenes, comic gags, as for the filming, and then the photo shoot is to support that idea. You're like a normal cutie but incredibly suggestive, like a pornstar from everyday life. There are two skinny guys in a bar and you approach them and say Do you want something? like any waitress but with a mini-skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, simple things.
-But Don't worry, your face won't be seen and you'll be quite retouched.

-What we will ask is that you take some aphrodisiacs, you'll have to overflow with sensuality.

Taking those products and seeing my photos, I noticed how those products changed my gaze. But the girls who worked with me. Those girls had spectacular gazes, they spoke like moaning, and every movement they made seemed like an insinuation. I didn't have anything to do in front of them and I felt it. And also, somehow, they made me feel it.

It was a shot on the rocks, I had to bend down, wet from the sea water, with a fine comb and show my Booty, looking at a lean guy with a complicit smile. It was a simple situation but wasn't working out.

-Necesito that you caress your Booty and pull it out a bit more, and if you can do it in one movement better. – Richter said to me. – And the eyes, try to direct them well, it's a complicit gaze, of “you and I know what's going on here” or “how much longer do you want me to get hot?” understand?

-Yes, yes. – I said, hurried to comply and tried the movement. – Is that it?

-Something like that, pull out your Booty more and you still have a very... how can I explain, understanding gesture. Let's be vulgar?

-Yes. Of course.

-Your gaze has to say “Don't break my bum?”

I was left a bit stunned by the word “bum”, I don't know why, everyone spoke with so much respect and understood each other in less vulgar terms, given that it was about the advertising of erotic products, it was clear that the erotic would have to appear in some way or another, but none of the other girls had needed me to say something like that. Only with me - A gaze like this I want.

I tried. I imagined him naked. Thought of my personal trainer. Directed a hand towards one of my thighs and lifted it up, up until the edge of the tiny mesh. I tested it.

-Show me your sex.- Richter said to me.

I ran my finger under it and pulled down my bikini. She was making out with him. I felt wet, that's what he wanted to see and I showed it to him. Excited, hungry lips.

One afternoon I went back to the inn where we were staying alone. The session continued but they had let me go. Maybe because I wasn't very compatible with the other girls. The other girls were really beautiful, they had huge tits and well-set asses, it was impossible for those cuties not to warm up the guys more than me. Richter told me something about the innocence I transmitted. I assumed that's how it started and I should get used to being in the background.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was wearing a two-piece swimsuit and a pareo. I sat down on a chair by the entrance and looked out at the sea, which was just there. The place was paradise and there was no one around. Production had revolutionized that part of the island. A more remote area away from where the restaurants and shops were. A nearly native zone. There they had settled in and it worked well.

A man of color who was sitting on another chair started talking to me. I hadn't even noticed him.

-Are you having a good time? He said with a rough voice. He was a robust, tall man with big arms and a corpulent body. He was wearing a light-colored shirt and a swimsuit, but you could still notice his musculature.

-Yes, calm.

-And your friends?

-They're going to keep going all afternoon.

-And did they let you go?

-Yes. -I didn't know what else to say to him, I felt a bit uncomfortable being alone with that man at the inn.

-Would you like me to prepare a drink? House invitation.

-I took off my glasses and said

-A drink would be good. -With a look I wanted to be seductive.

-I got up and went to the bar. He was already behind it, preparing the drink.

-I'm going to prepare a specialty from the region, a drink you've never had in your life.

-Don't make it too strong, that's all I ask.

-Don't you like strong things? -So the guy flirted with me half-heartedly. quick but good. I had given him that look of mine, it was understandable that the guy would get excited even though I didn't know if I should keep exciting him because we were alone, but someone else should have been.

- Some strong things if I like... Like... good. - I said, lowering my eyes and smiling. He also smiled.

- Here they come a lot to film commercials and all that, always models walking around, but you're different, know?

- Yes, that's why they sent me back. - I said, trying to laugh at my misfortune. The guy gently put his hand on my face and made me look at him, something I was avoiding without wanting to.

- You're a beautiful person. It shows in your face, in your gestures. Around here you can't demonstrate it yet but I can see all your beauty quickly.

- He gave me the chills. I looked at him hypnotized, wanted to kiss him, he leaned his lips and put his tongue in my mouth and I in hers.

- We both smiled.

- It's over - He said and served me a drink. A kind of green fluorescent liquid filled with ice. - Maybe it's a bit strong but we can share it.

- I tried it and it was really strong.

The photo shoot had been long and exhausting, like a superproduction. They had tried on all the dresses, all the hairstyles, people came and went and treated me like a queen. The accommodation by the lake was dreamy. Everything was great. I couldn't believe it, it seemed like my dream was coming true.

Richter was meeting with the production team. They were looking at the photos. To be honest, there were girls with really privileged physiques, I looked comfortable there.

I went to dinner with Richter, didn't know what it was about but hoped it wasn't a date. Richter was an agreeable guy, maybe even interesting, but there was something in his gaze that I didn't like much.

We talked about the girls, my career and more important things.

- How did you feel?

- Good. Comfortable. Also felt a little less prepared that my girlfriends are.

-What do you mean?

-I don't know, probably they're girls with more experience, plus I thought they had some impressive physiques.

-And what about you?

-Maybe... going to the gym and stuff.

-That's what I wanted to get at. I have a proposal for you. It's very likely that we won't use your photos because you're not at that level yet, you need a bit of polishing, but talking to a couple of producers, I saw potential for something else. The thing is if you're willing.

-Willing to what?

-I'll tell you the truth, you have a very nice body but you don't have model physique, any kind. You'd have to have bigger tits if you want to be more erotic, more personality too and otherwise, if you want to be runway model, you'd have to be thinner and taller. That's the truth. Also, it's true that you don't have anything like that yet. Now it's your decision what you want to give to your career.

-Modeling on the catwalk doesn't interest me. I like seduction, do you understand?

-Yes, of course, but for that you need to be more seductive. For now, you're innocent, that's hot but not very... exposed. It's like you don't give yourself up. That's something I could see clearly in the photos and that's what aphrodisiacs helped a lot.

-And how do you think one gets that attitude, personality?

-With practice and a different idea of sex than you have now. We're developing a rather particular method here on the island that might interest you.

-What does it consist of?

-The truth is I can't tell you anything because it's ultra secret and only if you commit to the project can I reveal details.

-The truth, I don't understand. -Laughed. It seemed absurd to me.

-Now the result we're looking for... I understand that you're already under treatment. The idea is to transmit sexuality...

-I don't understand because you can't tell me anything.

-The problem is maybe it's not entirely legal, maybe you'll be scared. Maybe, maybe... and that's part of corporate confidentiality... and there are certain points that can be seen as exploitation, so the corporation doesn't want this information to be accessible to everyone.

-So only if... I commit, will I know what it's about?

-Si and not really. You'll know you agree, I'll make you sign some papers, you'll have to get a tattoo, and then you'll finally access the program.

-A tattoo?

-It's part of something cultural, very local, necessary because it's part of the religion...

-I'm sorry but everything sounds very strange.

-That's it. Take it or leave it.

-And if I say no?

-No big deal. The only thing is that you might never find that thing that makes a woman sensual and sexual, strong men in lingerie modeling and more erotic character. Which, by the way, maybe isn't what really interests you, I mean, you're a girl from the countryside after all, it's too much for around here.

-I understand. Can I take a minute to make a call?

-I asked for a moment to call my uncle.

-It's your decision. You know that what they do has nothing to do with my company, you decided to go there on your own. It's your career.

-I went back to the table where Richter was paying the bill.

-Want to talk about it in my office? There shouldn't be anyone at this hour. I can tell you something more. Do you think?

-I nodded. I was nervous, didn't know what to think. There were many couples walking on the beach and despite it being 11 pm the horizon was blue. A very romantic place. I thought about Marcos and my boyfriend from the countryside. The last night we spent together. What I denied him and how far I would be willing to go.

-The truth is that aphrodisiacs and being with so many attractive girls had awakened a need in me. Plus, there was something in the air of that place that was like breathing sex.

-He sat down at his desk and I sat down in front of him. I was ready to... negotiate.

-The majority of models in your category are mostly used for minor jobs. They don't quite cut it for runway shows but they're good enough for some publications and the occasional photo shoot for a catalog. The session we did today was a full session that ended with a complete nude shot. These sessions are suitable for promoting other types of models... Now I understand you already knew this, you were prepared.

-I don't understand where you're going with all this.

-I'd love to talk to your representative but you don't have one, just a large corporation that somehow sponsors some of the things you do.

-You should've talked to them then.

-I get it... -He looked uncertain, I thought I had won but nothing could be further from the truth. – If you want to leave, go ahead.

-I got up and when I was about to cross the door he said something.

-The only thing... We're not going to pay you the other half because you didn't finish the job.

-You son of a whore.

-Business is business.

-I left the place and went to my hotel. Why, they had already checked me out. I had nothing except my cell phone. I tried to call but it was disconnected.

-I looked for a payphone and called the son of a whore photographer.

-What does this mean about the phone?

-It was in the contract. We were taking care of everything and you just had to deliver.

-Why don't you come over and talk? It's not as bad as you think it is.

-I entered the office with no options.

-You're living this like a tragedy. A different perspective helps. Do you want something to drink?

-Yes, please. -They brought me a thick and transparent drink. -What is this?

-This will lift your spirits. You'll see it's nothing. – He grabbed my cup and took a few sips... -Be calm. You need to think more about your profile, we all want to help you, and for your profile you're going to have to understand some things Things. Especially if you want to be able to make a living from this.

- Of this what? Of being a slut?

- Of being a sex cutie, of the sex industry.

I took some sips of that drink I found extremely pleasant, despite its density.

- You're going to have to learn to live off your body and use it.

- And let them use me. - I said and started laughing. I don't know why, I couldn't stop, I was laughing and crying at the same time. I was a bit dizzy.

- What did you give me?

- A product from the island. It serves to relieve tensions and improve some things. - And he showed me how his cock was drawing on his pants. - Like those pills you take. This is concentrated and mixed with other things.

He took off his pants and settled between my lips, I passed my tongue over him. He had a bit of pre-seminal liquid. I opened my mouth and the confused liquid mixed with my saliva fell onto my tits. I felt the taste of his cock, he was bringing it towards the inner part of my breasts. He gave me some little slaps and caressed me with the intention of caressing himself, using my skin as an intermediary.

- You look very good with the cock in your mouth. - He said.

- Thanks. - I said, pulling it out of my mouth to answer, the strings of saliva connecting us. I smiled. I was happy. I don't know why. With my hands I masturbated him and it became easy. His member was beautifully lubricated. It shone.

He lay down on the sofa. There was a tripod and a camera in front of the sofa.

I didn't know what to say, I couldn't take it anymore and at the same time I felt strangely excited.

- Get this cock into your ass, with your legs open so that everyone can see your well-groomed pussy. - He said and changed my expression...

...to be continued.