Emma had just gotten home after her Monday morning training session and was psyching herself up to call the escort service and book the blonde woman she had seen. She takes a deep breath and dials the number, hoping that they would still take her business after the mess last Friday. After explaining to the person on the other end of the phone that she wanted to make an appointment she was transferred through to Gold, who liked to control all of his girls' bookings.

"Miss Swan, what can I do for you today?" He sat up straighter in his office chair as he grasped tightly onto the arm of the leather chair with his free hand. He had been waiting for this phone call all weekend, waiting to hear that he was going to lose $40,000 a month because Regina couldn't do her job properly.

"I'd like to make an appointment." He hadn't hung up on her or told her that her business was no longer welcome so that had to be good, she thought.

The dollar signs flashed in front of his eyes. Regina on a Thursday night was basically a standing order, so the fact she had phoned to make an extra appointment was great news to him. "What would you like, Miss Swan?" He whet his lips in anticipation of the extra cash he would be making.

"Urm, Kathryn, for one hour, tonight if she's available." It made Emma feel bad that she was ordering women, actual human beings, in the same way she would order take out. She quickly pushed that aside when she thought about Regina and how she always seemed happy to be with Emma, it couldn't have been so bad.

Gold grinds his teeth together, if Emma was trying other girls and for only an hour, well he knew what that meant. She no longer wanted Regina. One thousand dollars for an hour with one of his girls didn't compare to the ten grand he made from Regina's one night with Emma a week. He flicked through the diary he kept with each girls appointment in it. "Is ten o' clock suitable?" He tried desperately to keep the anger out of his voice.

"Yeah, that's fine. Thanks."

"Is this as well as your regular Thursday appointment, Miss Swan?" He really hopes it is.

"Urm." She's caught off guard for a second. Does that mean Regina hasn't cancelled with her? She shakes the happy feeling away. That's exactly the reason why she shouldn't see Regina anymore, she's too attached. "No, instead of. Thanks."

"Very well." With that, he hangs up the phone before calling a couple of his goons to his office.

Emma is completely baffled, if Regina hasn't cancelled with her then why didn't she take the tip? She thinks about calling back and rebooking her session with Regina but decides against it when she feels her heart flutter at the thought of the brunette. She has to get her out of her system, even if that means going cold turkey. She's never been attached to any of the escorts she's used before and she wasn't about to start.

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Kathryn and Regina are just about to go to the lunch hall when the door to their room is flung open by an irate looking Gold and a couple of his goons. "Kathryn, go and get your lunch. It seems you have an extra client booked for this evening, a Miss Swan." He doesn't take his reptilian eyes off Regina, who looks on in horror, knowing her fate is sealed.

Kathryn quickly looks at her friend, sympathy and worry in her eyes, but knows there is nothing she can do and anything she says will agitate the situation, so she makes a beeline for the door and squeezes out between the two goons.

Regina is frozen in place, she's knows that whatever is about to happen won't be good, she also feels a little broken that Emma has thrown her aside and moved onto someone else, her friend no less. Not that Emma would know that, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

"Do you know how much you have just cost me? All you have to do is lie back and spread your legs and you can't even do that properly. I told you what would happen if you lost Emma as a client." He spat at the brunette.

"I'm sorry, Mr Gold. Please. It was an accident. I can do better." She's pleading desperately between sobs.

"It's too late for that now. You two, take this whore to one of the isolation rooms. She is only to leave for appointments and nothing else. I'll deal with her when I have more time."

Both Will and Jefferson step forward and grab the crying woman, dragging her with them down the maze of corridors to one of the isolation rooms.

These rooms were one of the most dreaded of punishments because no only were you they use to deprive the girls of companionship but also food. It was a lonely life that they lived anyway but this made it a hundred times worse. At least when the girls were around each other they got the chance to vent or to cheer each other up. In these rooms, they never knew how long they'd be in there, that was part of the torture, never knowing. They could be left to starve in there and no one would know, no one could save them. Then there was also the random torture sessions, Gold could walk in at any moment and have them tortured in any way he saw fit. The worst part of it though… Gold had told her what he was going to have done to her and she knew that he would carry through with the threat he made last Friday.

She tried to pull back when they reached the room, she tried to pull away but of course she was no match for the strength of the two goons. Jefferson kicked at the back of her knees, making her fall to the floor. Will dragged her through the doorway and dumped her in the middle of the bare concrete floor before closing the door behind himself, she could hear them laughing as they walked away.

She crawled to a corner of the room, wrapping her arms around herself as she cried into her chest. She cursed her father for dying, her mother for practically selling her, and Gold for being the bastard that he is. She even tried blaming Emma for being the cause of all her pain but she knew it wasn't the blondes fault, it was her own fault, she knew the rules and she'd accidentally broken them.

She wiped her eyes on the cuffs of her sweater, one of the few items of 'normal' clothing that she had. Taking deep breaths she tries to calm herself, not that it works. All her fantasies of Emma being her knight in shining armour dissipated in front of her eyes.

She had no way to track time but she knew it had to be turning into night because it was getting colder. There was nothing but the clothes on her body to keep her warm. The only thing in the whole of the small room were a bucket and a half empty toilet roll. She had been fighting the urge to go pee for as long as she could but now she gave in and squatted above the bucket. Once she was done she went back to the corner of the room, waiting for Gold to come and take his anger out on her at some point.

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Emma was swigging at her second bottle of beer, she always got nervous before a new woman, always wary of their reactions to dick. It was public knowledge, but seeing it for real was a whole different matter. A knock at the door brought her out of her thoughts and back to reality. Putting the half empty bottle of beer on the kitchen counter she made her way to the door, quickly checking her appearance in the hallway mirror on the way there.

On opening the door she was greeted by the smiling blonde that she'd ordered.

"Hi, come in." She offered Kathryn.

"Hi, Emma. I'm Kathryn." The other woman sweetly smiles as she walks in.

Emma can see that she's a very attractive woman but her heart sinks, she isn't Regina. She doesn't feel the same excitement she feels when Regina comes over. "Can I get you a drink?" She offers out of politeness.

"I don't think you invited me over to drink, did you, Emma?" She smirks at her as she runs her hand up the younger woman's arm.

Emma smiles at her but all she can think is that if it were Regina touching her like that her cock would already be twitching but as it is… nothing. She puts it down to nerves and carries on as best she can.

"No, but I was just finishing off a drink, so you are welcome to join me." She offers as she leads the way to the kitchen.

"I guess it would be rude not to then. A small wine would be good." Sometimes the punters would offer them a drink before they got started but most of the girls wouldn't trust that it wasn't roofied. Even though they were there as a guaranteed fuck, some of the clients still did some weird shit. She knew from everything that Regina had told her about Emma that she had nothing to worry about. Her smile dropped as she thought about her friend and what the hell was happening to her at that very moment.

"Are you okay?" Emma noticed the worry lines of Kathryn's forehead as she offered her the glass of wine she had just poured.

"I'm sure I will be in a minute." She winks at the blonde before finishing off her wine and two gulps.

Emma smiles back at her and swigs at her beer, unsure of what to do or what to say.

"So why don't we take this to the bedroom, hmm?" She wanted to get on with her job and forget all and any thoughts of her friend who was undoubtedly suffering at this moment.

"Yeah, okay." She finished her beer and takes the other woman's hand to lead her up the stairs to her bedroom. All the while thinking about how their hands don't fit together right.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Kathryn drops her handbag, waiting a moment to follow Emma's lead but when it becomes quite obvious that the soccer star seems unsure, the older blonde decides to start things off. She pulls the tight t-shirt from where its tucked into Emma's jeans and roams her hands over the taut stomach before inching them ever upwards until she's just below the bra covered breasts. "Tell me what you want, Emma."

"I want to see you naked." She thinks that will get the blood pumping to her cock.

Kathryn smiles and turns around, before lifting her hair up and looking over her shoulder. "Unzip me?"

Emma reaches out with fumbling hands and slowly drags the metal zip down the back of the thigh high white dress, exposing more of the escorts supple back. Then she reaches for the material at her shoulders and pulls it down her arms until it falls the rest of way to the floor. Kathryn turns around, standing in front of the athlete, in just her white lace bra and matching panties. Still, Emma's cock remains flaccid. She would have been rock hard and leaking from her tip if this had been Regina in front of her.

Again, she puts it down to nerves and decides that more touching will help things along. Reaching out she puts one hand on a slender hip and the other around the back of Kathryn's neck to pull her in and crash their lips together.

She feels a hard push to her chest. "What are you doing?" Kathryn looks pissed at her and she has no idea why.

"Urm, kissing you." She can feel her cheeks flush red and she doesn't know where to look.

"You know that's against the rules. No kissing on the lips." Kathryn is used to the punters trying to push the boundaries but never do they bother with kissing. Emma has been using Regina for months, she should know better.

"But Regina always kisses me." She's so confused, if that's a rule then why does Regina allow it?

Kathryn's features soften when she realises that Emma wasn't purposely trying to break the rules. She also had to consider what this meant about Regina's feelings towards the blonde. Regina had always spoken highly of her but she just thought it was because Emma wasn't an asshole, but now she knew there was more to it. Not wanting to let on to Emma that it's a personal choice for Regina to kiss her, she tries to distract the confused looking woman by reaching for her jeans and undoing them. Slipping her hand underneath the waistband of the blondes boxers she's surprised to not find at least a semi going on. Not being deterred she cups her hands over the significant appendage.

Emma stands there growing more and more self-conscious by the second, silently pleading with her dick to do something, anything!

Kathryn begins to gently stroke it, all too aware that there's nothing at Emma's tip to help things along. Still nothing, not even a twitch or a pulse.

"Why don't you get undressed and relax on the bed. I've got something that will help things along." Kathryn husks into the other woman's ear. All Emma can do is nod her head before she strips and lays in the centre of her bed.

Kathryn strips off her underwear and gets her small bottle of lube from her handbag before getting on the bed and crawling over Emma until she's hovering above the woman's uncooperative dick. She pours a generous amount of lube into her palms and rubs it between both hands, warming it up. She takes the still flaccid cock and begins to work it with her slick hand, leaning forward and holding herself up with her other hand she kisses the other woman's should and collarbone before lightly sucking on her neck.

To both their relief, Emma's cock twitches, starting to wake up. Kathryn continues to kiss and suck at the available flesh beneath her mouth, causing a few more twitches. When she's sucking a light pink nipple into her mouth she can definitely feel some hardness developing. She alternates between nipples for a few minutes but it's still nothing more than a semi in her hand.

"I'm sorry." Emma mumbles, her hands covering her face in embarrassment.

"Hey, look at me?" She kindly asks the blonde.

Emma begrudgingly removes her hands from her bright red face, finding it difficult to make eye contact with the escort.

"It's okay." She reassures her. "I know something that will work." With a wink she lowers her head and wraps her lips around the semi hard cock before lowering all the way to take it all in her mouth. She works it over and over but to no avail.

Emma is trying to imagine it's Regina's mouth around her but it just feels so different. Before she ever fucked Regina this would definitely be working on her but now her cock isn't even properly hard. She's taken all the humiliation she can handle for one night.

"Stop. Please, stop." She weakly pleads, her dignity nowhere to be found.

Kathryn looks up at her, not knowing what to do. This had never happened to her before. She has to wonder if all the stuff Regina has told her about Emma was made up or was it because Emma shared Regina's feelings. "We can try something else?"

"No. I… urm… there's no point. I'm sorry." She grabs a pillow and puts it over her crotch to hide the offending appendage.

"That's okay." She moves off the bed and starts picking her clothes off the floor and dressing herself, Emma does the same.

"Would you like another drink?" She asks in lieu of anything better to say.

"Yeah, that would be great." She knows she probably shouldn't because she still has a few clients dotted throughout the night but she could really do with one.

In the kitchen Emma hands Kathryn another glass of wine before getting herself a beer and finishing it off in a few large gulps. Grabbing another one she apologises again for her lack of performance. They make small talk for a little while longer until Emma notices it's 10:50pm.

"I know that the cars come to pick you up a quarter of an hour before the session ends so you can go now if you like.

Kathryn quite likes the blondes company and is in no rush to get to another punter or go back to her room that she knows will be empty, so she decides to stay and chat a little longer until the hour is up. Before she leaves, Emma hands her $500 as she always does with Regina. Kathryn doesn't really want to take it, she doesn't want to put any extra money into Gold's pocket, particularly because of how he's treating Regina, but knowing that Emma won't be making another appointment with her she takes the money, hoping that will soften the blow with Gold.

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Regina has just been shoved back into the isolation room, after having finished with her all her clients for the night. She hasn't even been allowed to shower or change out of her 'working' clothes. She's huddled in the corner, her legs to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, desperately trying to conserve her body heat as she shivers in her short skirt and crop top, her stomach rumbling from lack of food.

She eventually dozes off, her body and mind too exhausted to fight off the need for sleep any longer. She's woken by the sound of footsteps and Gold's cane clacking on the floor. She doesn't know how long she has been dozing for but it can't have been too long, she's not in the slightest bit rested. Panic and fear both rise in her chest as the footsteps get closer and the door to her room opens.

"Get her." He orders his cronies before turning around and walking out of the room. The two goons pick her up under her arms, she offers no resistance this time, her fate accepted. They follow Gold down the corridor to another room that has nothing but a bench in the centre of it.

"Strip her and tie her down." He orders the obedient minions. He has no interest in seeing her naked, it was all part of the humiliation. Being naked was part of her job but to Gold this was a matter of enforcing his power, he could have whatever he wanted done to her and she could do nothing about it. He owned her.

Getting naked for punters was one thing, but being roughly stripped by Gold's cronies for absolutely no purpose other than for him to show his power was beyond demeaning to the brunette. Once she was stripped the tied her to the bench, her feet sticking off the end, the men stood back, waiting obediently for their next command.

Gold silently stares at Regina, who was too terrified to make a sound. He lines his cane up with the soles of her feet so it falls just between the heels and balls of her feet, before pulling back and striking hard at the sensitive flesh along the arch there. The brunette shouts out in pain, tears falling from her eyes. She knows this method, it causes maximum pain with minimum marking and walking will be excruciating for days. She has never experienced him actually taking part in any punishments she's had, he usually just barks orders to his goons in the background as they dole put the punishments.

Another whack and another anguished scream. Several strikes later and she is delirious from the pain resonating in her feet.

He would continue taking out his anger on her but he had some business to attend to. "Untie her and take her back to the isolation room." He barks before adding, "make her walk."

They do as they are told and pull her to her feet, she immediately drops to her knees from the searing pain.

"Get up." He calmly orders. "And stay up or you won't like what I'll be forced to do."

She bites her lip and she follows his commands, the tears still flowing. She slowly puts one foot in front of the other, flinching in pain but forcing herself to move as if her life depended on it, because it really did.

"I'll be back for you later," he hissed from somewhere behind her.

She hobbled for what felt like the longest walk of her life, naked and crying, back to the cold, concrete room that was now her prison. She lay down and curled into a ball as she shivered and sobbed, the feeling of hopelessness taking over and extinguishing all but the very darkest thoughts in her mind.

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Emma was back on the Secret Escorts site, after her Tuesday training session, deciding to give it one more go before giving up completely. She had come to the conclusion that she had a type, dark hair and dark eyes, that's why things hadn't worked out with Kathryn. Not because she wasn't Regina but because she just wasn't her type. She scrolled up and down, unable to make a decision.

When she inadvertently scrolled over Regina she felt her cock twitch. "Damn you, now you decide to work!" After Kathryn left last night she hadn't even tried to jack off, the shame of not being able to get hard for the other woman, shutting down that option. She didn't want to risk scrolling over Regina again so she settled for the next brunette on her screen; Marian.

She made the phone call as she sat in front of her laptop. It turned out that Marian wasn't available that night but she was available the next day. Emma was busy with interviews and photoshoots the tomorrow, so that was no good. One more quick scroll, and the next brunette the cursor landed on was Milah. She was available that night and Emma made the appointment for 8pm, for one hour only.

This time she avoided drinking any alcohol before the session, just in case that had played a part in her pendulum penis the night before.

When 8pm does arrive she's anxiously pacing the hallway. As soon as the knock at the door comes she opens the door, almost starting the brunette on the other side. She berates herself, thinking she should have played it cooler and waited a few moments before opening the door.

"Come in." She rushes out the words, embarrassing herself even further. Milah must think she's some sort of sex starved pervert.

The brunette steps inside, seemingly unaffected by the blondes behaviour so far. "So, how do you want to do this?"

She's direct the blonde muses to herself. Maybe this would work, she could be direct too. No emotions, no insecurities, just taking what she wants, what she needs.

"How about you get on your knees and suck my dick." She states with false confidence.

Milah smiles and nods in agreement as she falls to her knees without hesitation and strips Emma from the waist down. She licks and sucks at the once again uncooperative dick, before her mouth engulfs the entirety of the well sized but still flaccid cock. In desperation Emma slips her hands under her vest and pinches at her own nipples, shutting her eyes and focussing on enjoying the sensation of a warm, wet mouth working her cock. It comes to life when the blonde subconsciously thinks about Regina's mouth on her. When she realises what's happening she wants to shut down the thoughts, but she doesn't want a rerun of last nights humiliation so she decides to go with it, for the sake of her dignity.

She's grabs at the brunettes hair and gently pulls her off her dick. "Why don't you go to my room, ge naked, and get on my bed on your hands and knees? It's straight up the stairs, the room at the end of the hallway."

"Okay, don't be long." She purrs as she makes her way up the stairs.

When she is out of sight, Emma grabs her phone from the lounge and logs on to the Secret Escorts website. When she finds the picture of Regina she spits in her hand and jerks herself to full mast, she hopes that will do the trick. She quickly makes her way to her room, greeted by the sight of Milah's ass in the air and her pink pussy spread open, but not glistening like Regina's would be. She needs to be quick so she doesn't lose her boner. Putting her phone down on the bedside cabinet, she grabs a rubber and the bottle of lube she keeps in the drawer. Getting on the bed she sits on her knees behind the proffered ass, she opens foil packaging of the rubber and rolls it down her dick before pouring some extra lube on it, and some on the waiting pussy, she doesn't want to hurt her after all.

Emma sits up on her knees, positioning her cock at the woman's entrance before slowly pushing in. When her cock is halfway in she pulls back to the tip and pushes back in, she keeps going with this rhythm until she can sink her full length all the way in. She grips onto the hips in front of her but they don't feel the same, they aren't as curvy or as soft as Regina's. Even her pussy feels different, it's warm and tight but she doesn't feel like it as made for her, because that's exactly how Regina's pussy feels.

She accepts that this is another bust of an evening but she's determined to see it through, so she closes her eyes and thinks of Regina, it feels like she's giving in, but if she wants to stay hard she has no other options. She pounds the pussy in front of her to thoughts of the other brunette, before long she's disturbed from her thoughts by the sound of the other woman moaning. Normally that would be something that excites her and spurs her on but right now it's just distracting.

She slows her hips. "I'm going to need you to be quiet."

Milah bites her lip and buries her face into a pillow. Emma had a good sized dick and was fucking her pretty well but she had to do as she was told. She held back each moan as the blonde had her way with her.

It feels like she's been fucking her for ages but still not getting closer to the edge. Normally she would be bent over Regina, her front pressed into the olive skin of the woman's back as the brunette turned to kiss her whilst getting fucked from behind. Emma couldn't bring herself to touch more of the woman in front of her, it would only highlight the difference between the woman on her hands and knees and the woman she wanted.

After several more minutes of the repetitive slamming of her hips she decided she needes to move things along more quickly, at this rate the hour was going to run out before she came. She knows it's disrespectful and she shouldn't do it but she slows her hips so she can reach over for her phone. When she has Regina's picture on the screen in front of her she starts up her hips again and the pace builds more frantically than before, her grip on the brunettes one hip tightening with every thrust. A couple of minutes after staring at the screen and imagining that's who she was fucking, she can feel her balls tighten. She thinks back to how the brunette always keeps eye contact with her as she swallows around her cock, the stark contrast of her crimson lips around her own pale cock. Before she can register what is happening her body has stiffened and she's pouring herself into the latex.

It's not powerful but it is a relief, she's glad it's over with and that she did manage to perform this time. She drops her phone on the bed as she pulls out to get rid of the used rubber on her softening cock. As Milah turns over she recognises the face staring back up at her, before the screen turns to black.

When they are both dressed and Emma is seeing her to the door, she hands over $500, surprise evident on the brunettes face. Regina had told Kathryn about Emma's generous tips but Milah had no idea. She dutifully took it, disappointed that she wouldn't get to keep any of it.

After shutting the door Emma leans back against it wondering what the hell she was going to do now.