So as many of my readers might have gathered by now I have a weakness for fine, shapely legs. Likewise, I have a terrible weakness for petite girls, so when this naughty little slut named Kayleigh walked into my life you can sure bet I took notice.
Another young college girl looking for extra cash, Kayleigh showed up at my club looking for work as a waitress. After a quick interview with Carla, my manager, she was quickly upgraded to a direct interview with me. Carla knew I'd enjoy this little slut and I was feeling particularly horny that day. Usually I like to work the girls a bit. I let them start out as a waitress, then convince them to dance or strip, and slowly work up to employing them as call girls, and then if they are worthy, claiming them as my sex slaves. Of course, once my slave they often end up being brought into my underworld, lost to your world forever. Kayleigh however was shrewd and intense, and combined with my extraordinary horniness that day, I was certainly not letting her leave without fucking her.
As Kayleigh sat across from me, tugging on her skirt, it was clear she was playing the game. I could tell she knew how to use her sex to get what she wanted, and she came to flirt in order to get her job. I could also tell she knew nothing about waitressing, and had no intention of being a waitress. She knew the rumors about Club Sin, and likely the rumors about the modeling agency and probably figured a slutty little treat like herself could make decent cash as a call girl in a sex club. She smiled a smile of false innocence as she tugged at her plaid skirt. Meanwhile I wasn't hiding my obvious interest in her as I looked her over, even licking my lips at one point. Finally after I had asked her a few questions about her experience, she lead the conversation toward her real interest.
"I've never been a waitress before," she pushed her hair back as she spoke quietly, "but I heard from a friend that you were hiring for other positions as well. She called it an executive hostess or something, said I'd be good for the job." As slutty as she was she was shy when it came to asking about working as a prostitute, for that is the code which she used.
"I see," I smiled, "well it is not bad work for a young, single, fun loving college girl in need of cash. I am not sure you have the ambition for it however." She frowned at me and insisted she did. I stood and walked around the desk, sitting down on the couch along side her, lounging comfortably. "Do you know what being a hostess entails my dear?" I placed my hand on her knee, caressing her thigh as she jumped slightly. She swallowed hard, visibly nervous. "Well dear," I asked her, "let me hear you say it." Still she fumbled nervously before getting the courage to say it.
"It involves having sex for money," she whispered softly.
"It involves being a whore," I stated coldly, and she nodded nervously. "Let me hear you say it," I squeezed her knee.
"It involves being a whore," she said clearly, obediently. I could sense her fear and arousal as she followed my command.
