THE HUSTLERS

Episode 17:The first session

Madam Cynthia introduced her proudly. “This is Jane. She’s new but very special. I know she will do very well for us.”

The men nodded and smiled at Jane. One of them pointed to a young lady standing nearby. “Take her to the room and help her get ready.”

The girl led Jane down a hallway and opened a door. The room was very clean and bright. But Jane’s heart started beating fast when she looked around. There were CCTV cameras everywhere — on the ceiling, in the corners, even one pointing straight at the big bed in the middle. Bright studio lights were set up all around the room, making everything look like a stage.

Jane felt scared.

The lady left and closed the door. A few minutes later, the door opened again. A very big black dog was brought into the room. It was huge, strong, and looked powerful. Jane’s legs started shaking. She took a step back, her breathing fast.

Madam Cynthia came in right behind the dog. She walked over to Jane and held her hand gently.

“Relax, sweetheart,” she said softly. “This is your first gig. It’s just like I told you. One dog, some videos, and you get your money. You’re safe. I’m right here with you. Just do what you need to do.”

Jane’s hands were trembling, but she remembered all the money, the beautiful apartment, the hot baths, and the new clothes. She told herself it would be quick and then everything would be easy again.

She slowly took off her clothes.

The big black dog moved closer.

ane stood in the brightly lit room, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. The big black dog was already in the room with her. It was huge — much larger than she had imagined — with shiny black fur and strong muscles. Its eyes watched her with animal curiosity. The CCTV cameras on the ceiling and walls blinked with small red lights, recording every second. Bright studio lights made the room feel hot and exposed.

Madam Cynthia stood beside her for a moment, her voice calm. “You’ll be fine, Jane. Just do what comes naturally. The money will make it all worth it.” Then, as the dog started walking slowly toward Jane, sniffing the air, Madam Cynthia quietly slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her. Jane was now completely alone with the dog.

Jane’s hands shook as she slowly took off the pretty white dress she had chosen. She folded it neatly and placed it on a chair. She stood there completely naked, her skin still soft and glowing from the spa. The cool air made her shiver. She felt small and vulnerable under the bright lights.

The dog moved closer, its heavy paws making soft sounds on the floor. Its wet nose touched her leg first. Jane jumped a little. Then the dog’s rough tongue came out and licked her thigh. The feeling was strange and warm. She closed her eyes tight, trying to remember the new apartment, the hot baths, the stack of money, and the promise of an easy life.

She climbed onto the big bed in the center of the room. The sheets were clean but felt cold against her bare skin. She lay on her back, her body tense. The dog jumped up onto the bed without hesitation. Its heavy weight made the mattress dip. Jane’s breathing became fast and shallow.

The dog started licking her. Its long, rough tongue moved over her stomach, then higher. It licked her breasts, the wet tongue dragging across her n*****s. The sensation was intense — warm, rough, and insistent. Jane gasped. Her n*****s hardened from the licking, sending sharp tingles through her body mixed with fear. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out.

Then the dog moved lower. Its tongue licked between her legs, wet and eager. Jane’s body jerked. It felt too much, too fast. She tried to close her legs, but the dog was strong and kept pushing forward.

The dog mounted her suddenly. Its front paws landed on the bed beside her shoulders. Jane felt its heavy weight press down on her. She was in pain as the dog pushed inside her. It was big, thick, and forceful. A sharp cry escaped her lips. The pain was real — stretching, burning, overwhelming. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

The dog started thrusting. Hard, fast, and without stopping. Each thrust sent waves of pain through her body. Jane gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her hips hurt from the force. Her insides felt bruised with every movement. The dog’s heavy breathing was loud in her ear. Its fur rubbed against her skin, hot and rough.

Even while thrusting, the dog kept licking her. Its tongue reached her neck, her shoulders, and again her n*****s. The rough licks mixed with the pain of the thrusting, making everything feel too intense. Jane sobbed quietly. The pain did not stop. The dog just kept f*****g her, deeper and faster, its hips moving with animal strength.