EVERY FRIDAY IZUKU WENT to the same cheap bar known for their horde of men bearing lies and secrets, down the corner of her street. When the stars highlighted the night sky, Izuku would enter the bar wearing the thinnest fabric of her revealing dress; walking on heels that clicked for attention against the wooden floor, and made her way to the men's restroom to get fucked.
She was a million dollar ticket to paradise. The hour would span to several, and she held on as the line of men took the opportunity of a lifetime without consequences.
Izuku was a twenty-three-year old woman, with a body even women in her apartment complex couldn't stop staring at despite the layers of clothes Izuku would wear in winter.
Izuku was a college dropout, for good reason. She didn't intend it to happen. Tuition was too high and she fell out of line with what she wanted to do in life. Better to drop out than waste years and borrow meaningless loans.
She paid her rent with sex. There was nothing to it; nothing complicated or problematic. The plump geezer with an adoring wife, would visit her apartment at the end of the month. Izuku would open the door, having aroused herself to make it easier for the owner. Then would place herself on the bed, naked for the man's satisfaction, and spread her legs to get the deal and payment done for that month.
The old fart never lasted more than three minutes. He'd threaten her for another round, but Izuku said she'll just move to another apartment complex.
The owner stuck to one round.
Tonight would be the last night she'll visit the pesty bar smelling cigarettes. She'd received the text of her employer. Her target had been identified and was currently at the bar. She'd seen her target several times over the past three months. He'd fucked Izuku every Friday she came in, and he always waited last in line hoping to spend more time with Izuku. Who would have thought the target was that dude with the long shabby blond beard, sporting blue eyes, and reeking of armpit sweat?
The street she lived on was filled with troublemakers and gangs. She should have been careful treading down the street wearing a long dress revealing her legs and upper hips everytime she took a step forward. Her dress was of low cleavage revealing her large breasts. Her enticing appearance was out of place in a place like this, but she didn't give a damn. They all knew her as the whore in Eleros Street, and where there was a whore, there was possible consent.
"Look at you sexy," whizzled a familiar man named, John, sitting on the steps in front of an apartment. A group of friends hung around him. They all whizzled and checked her out. "That pussy looking to get fucked?"
Izuku made her way in front of them. "Well, for you it'll be a couple of bucks. If you're up to it," Izuku proposed. She wouldn't mind making some bucks tonight beside the money she was going to be promised after the job.
John took out his wallet and slipped out a couple of folded bills held in between his two fingers. "Two hundred," John offered.
Izuku smiled, walking up the few steps and standing before John. He was filled with tattoos all over his skin for the exception of his tan face. "You really know one's worth," she said, grabbing the dress fabric in between her legs and moving it to her side.
John chuckled. "No underwear? Now you're a true whore." He guided Izuku's left leg on his shoulder, and dipped down to lick her soft and near hairless pussy.
Izuku sighed, and ran her hand over John's bald head. "I don't want this to take too long. I've got places to go." She looked down at him
"Fuck. I want some too," said a man behind her.
Izuku looked to the side and said, "Got two hundred?" The man didn't say anything. "Then tough luck, kid. Bring some next time." Izuku looked back at John and moved her hips when she felt herself lubricate.
After a minute, John was hard and ready to insert himself inside her wet pussy. Without any time to waste, Izuku crouched, taking in his cock. John jerked his hips up and down, hitting her delightfully. If she were to ride him, they wouldn't finish soon. It would be better if he fucked her pussy and orgasmed right away.
Five minutes later and she left with two hundred dollars and the neighbors and John's friends having watched them have sex.
A work well done.
IZUKU SPOTTED THE TARGET when she entered the bar as every usual Friday night. Everyone inside had been waiting, and the rule was that no one could line up until she had entered the restroom.
"Wait a second, Izuku," the bartender called out.
Izuku stopped and looked at him wiping a cup clean and placing it on the back counter, before making his way to her.
The bartender was a young tall man with blond hair tied to a ponytail. A humble guy but Izuku knew the bartender would end up giving in too. Ever since she started appearing three months ago, he'd only had sex with her three times. He was the only one who could have sex with her first if wanted to have some fun too.
It was his bar anyway.
He led her to one of the empty tables and gently pushed her so her back rested atop the table. Izuku immediately spread her legs apart, heels raised and moved her dress aside to reveal her intimate privates.
The men in the bar went back to talking amongst themselves or kept staring at them from the corner of the bar. The music muffled the groans and moans as he jerked in and out of her pussy.
"Taking advantage today, are you?" Izuku said quietly for only the bartender to hear. He was aware of the plan after all.
The bartender rested his forearms beside her head, hips not slowing down, and hazel eyes lowering to her lips. "There'll never be a woman like you around here again."
"Part of the job." Izuku murmured before the man kissed her lips.
THE MEN HAD BEEN desperate when the bartender had finished with her. Izuku had even ambled her way to the men's restroom. She didn't even make it to the stall when she heard the curses and shouts, the shoves and screeches of the tables and chairs as the men lined up to fuck her.
The first man to arrive first, was a middle-age man with dark curly hair, sporting a dark shaded bear. The man was overweight, and Izuku would never tell anyone but the idea of a fat man fucking her, aroused her. Even though fat men couldn't pleasure her with their cock as much, unless missionary.
Unfortunately, the fat guy didn't want to have missionary sex, and pushed her inside the stall, turned her around so she could bent down with her ass sticking out to him.
She looked at her phone, reading eight of the night. Let the clock begin and the round of cocks until she reached the last one.
IZUKU LOOKED OVER HER shoulder and watched the tall man bearing dark muscles of hills, ejaculate on her buttcheeks. The young man zipped his pants and slapped her buttcheek. She moaned to please him.
STD's be damned.
"Alright, boys. Who's next?" Izuku called out, standing up from the toilet and turning around to peek out of the toilet stall.
A couple of men were still waiting in line, their eyes staring lustfully at her body. Izuku didn't bother to cover her large breasts popping out of her tight short dress. She came here to get fucked, and get the job done.
A tall muscular man of beautiful chocolate skin and gray eyes walked up to her. He wore a black t-shirt and dark jeans with a necklace bearing the cross on it.
"What would you like, darling?" Izuku smiled, allowing the guy to grab her arm.
"Bend down, and place your hands on the counter," he ordered, voice low and dominating.
Damn, did men love doggy style.
Izuku followed his instructions, standing and bending in front of the washing sink and dirty mirrors, and spread her legs. "You like others watching, I suppose," Izuku asked, watching the man from the mirror.
Izuku bent further to get a glimpse of the men's cock. She watched the guy unzip his pants and take out his hard penis. "Oh damn. You're big." Izuku moaned, watching the man give his hard cock a few strokes before positioning it outside her entrance.
"Lets see how deep your vagina is."
Izuku looked to the side, propelling herself up with her hands to get a better view of the line of men. It was then the guy about to fuck her, slipped his cock inside, inch by inch. Izuku's mouth gape open, still facing the line of horny men. Izuku moaned as the man entered her until she felt his cock touch her walls.
Izuku closed her green eyes and it was then the fucking started. This guy was so good with his thrusts, Izuku moaned out of true pleasure. "Oh baby," she groaned, voice growing hoarse and desperate. Her green eyes stared at the men who one by one masturbated at the scene.
Fuck his cock felt good, feeling his cock press on a certain part inside her that was making her build up that tension for release.
"Fuck!" She moaned, slamming her hand on the counter. "Faster! Oh!" Izuku gasped. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming! Oh goooood!"
Izuku's legs trembled; vision blacking out from the intense orgasm, but the thrusting continued and Izuku didn't want it to stop. Her moans were interrupted in short waves. She hadn't felt this good in a long time. Some men were just the right size to bring her into orgasm through penetration.
Izuku gasped, groping her breasts and opening her eyes to stare back at her flush freckled cheeks and the beads of sweat on the sides of her temples. "Fuck! Shit! I'm cumming again!" Izuku whined, then wailed. "Shove it harder-ah. Ah! Ugh! Oh yes."
Izuku's body trembled once again, a sob escaped her lips. It felt too good, the stinging pleasure, the build up of her walls being hit just right and feeling like she was going to pee.
The man continued to fuck her, nice and hard; pounding with the expertise of a hammer; claiming to the men out there his cock was the true master for Izuku's pussy.
Izuku didn't realize half an hour had passed and the majority of the men had gotten off with masturbation. Izuku almost forgot about her mission until she laid eyes on her target waiting patiently inside the restroom.
"Be right there," she assured her target, as the guy continued fucking her missionary this time; and this position just made Izuku see clouds of ecstasy. They've never moved out of the washing sink. "Ugh! Fuck me," she groaned, grabbing the guy's round ass clenching whenever he thrusted inside her.
Izuku's breasts bounced fast and hard, they grew numb from the pain of her breasts' weight. Her green, short and curled hair was damp with sweat. She didn't want it to stop.
But that wouldn't be realistic. The large guy thrusted once again and orgasmed with a loud moan.
"Want my number?" Izuku said quietly after a few seconds.
The guy slipped out of her. "Sorry. I have a wife, and I'm just here for work this week."
Izuku bit her lips, watching the man put his cock inside his pants. "That's too bad."
The man smirked before heading out of the restroom, leaving Izuku's target alone with her.
Izuku couldn't move from her missionary position on the counter. Her legs still trembled and she knew her privates would ache tomorrow, if not, after finishing the job. Though that didn't matter to her target who made their way in between her legs.
His blue eyes scanned her privates. Her chest heaved from her post-orgasm; her heart thumped hard on her chest.
"Sorry, for the delay," Izuku said.
"You're filled with lots of cum," her target said.
"I did my best to keep it inside." Izuku whined just the way her target liked it. "But there was so much, it kept dripping down." She felt her vagina clench in and out.
"That's okay," he dismissed, caressing her trembling thigh. "You were so hot tonight," he complimented, before diving down and licking her clean of all the cum inside her.
Izuku grimaced, trying to not barf. She didn't know how the guy was into tasting another guy's semen inside a woman's pussy. Izuku suspected the guy must be interested in men, but then again, he could have gotten a male prostitute; those were quite common now in days.
Izuku caressed the target's blond hair, forcing him to remain in between her legs. In the corner of her eyes, a handsome man of blond spikey hair and crimson sharp eyes, walked quietly inside the restroom. His steps and movements were like a jaguar, slowly moving until standing beside the target.
Bakugou Katsuki was the spiky blond's name, and the one who was going to finish the job.
Katsuki drew out his gun as quickly as Izuku saw it and shot the target in the top of the head with a silencer.
Blood splattered on Izuku and she grimaced, the men dropped roughly on the floor.
Katsuki hid his gun and handed Izuku an envelope. "Your reward. Fifty thousand," Katsuki said.
Izuku took the envelope. "Thanks."
A job well done.
"What's next?" She said.
Another mission, another paycheck. Another month of rent, another month of sex with the owner of the apartment. Izuku didn't plan to waste thIs money on rent.