He paused for longer than a moment before answering. "Angel I know that Franklin is your pimp, so I came to an agreement with the other two whores that I'd reimburse them fifty percent of the commission if they made it worth my while."
While I'd let his use of the word babe slide early in our conversation, I wasn't about to let him refer to Daddy as a pimp and his employees as whores.
In an angry tone of voice, I answered. "Mr. Collins, Daddy runs an escort business and neither you or I should think of him as a pimp and second, his employees are Elegant Escorts, not common street corner whores and I'd appreciate it if you change your attitude toward me in that regard."
He actually laughed, then replied, "You say potato and I say potahto, the fact still remains that you and every one of his employees are paid to fuck strange men."
I certainly couldn't argue with him about that but his demeanor still pissed me off and I asked. "Do you expect me to fuck you, Rhys?"
Without hesitation, he responded, "If you want to get a fifty percent reimbursement on my commission, not only do I expect you to fuck me but also give me a couple of incredible blowjobs."
I shot back. "You better be one hell of a fuckin' realtor if you expect that."
He laughed again and said, "I am that and a whole lot more."
"Show me, Mr. Collins, I'll expect your call," I said before I hung up on him.
Twenty minutes later I was still steaming about how he automatically assumed that because I was employed by Daddy that I'd be an easy fuck. I decided to find out a little more about Mr. Rhys Collins. I powered up my laptop and did a Google search for his name and the real estate firm he worked for. The firm's site opened and I clicked on the link "Our Agents", then scrolled down looking for his name and photo. His bio was near the bottom which I assumed meant that he either isn't one of their top agents or his seniority placed him near the bottom. His photo revealed why Daddy was using him to find housing for our girls, Rhys is a rather handsome twenty-something black man. His brilliant white smile contrasted with his dark skin. As I clicked on his bio it basically read the same as he'd told me during our phone conversation. But at the end, he added, "I'll work harder for your family than any realtor you've used before."
I closed the window and sat back in my chair thinking, "Time will tell how hard he'll work for me and also if the rest of his body matches his youthful, handsome appearance."
I decided to check my email expecting Daddy would have replied with details about my Thursday afternoon appointment, which he had. I opened the email and instantly discovered it was rather lengthy.
He wrote, "Angel thanks so much for agreeing to handle this appointment. I'm sure you will recall me telling you that several local politicians are clients of ours. While this client isn't a politician, he is a deputy chief in charge of the police department's vice squad. We have an agreement that several times a year I provide him with our services in exchange for him keeping his officers from looking into our business, Thursday is one of those times. His name is Daniel, and he saw your photo on the website and specifically asked for you. Normally this would be a couple hours in an out of the way motel room outside of town, but he's asked me to include some role play this time. What he's requesting is for you to dress like a street corner whore and meet him at the Commerce Truck Stop off exit 15 off the interstate at noon. He'll approach you, flash his badge and take you into custody, handcuff you and place you in the back seat of his car. From there he'll transport you to a local motel where he'll have already checked in. He was somewhat vague about what he wants from that point forward, but I'm certain he'll want to interrogate you. I'm sure you get the picture and I'm more than willing to tell him the deal is off because you don't want to play the part he's suggesting. This appointment will not involve any tip directly from him but I'll be sure to make it worth your while should you decide to agree. I'll need your confirmation tonight to make the call to Daniel first thing tomorrow morning." Thanks so very much, Daddy"
"PS Either way please delete this email after you've read it, there's way too much information contained here to have it remain in your inbox."
I sat back and thought about Daddy's request. In the past, I've enjoyed doing role-play scenarios with clients who asked for it and to be totally honest playing the role of a slutty street hooker kind of excited me. It seemed somewhat odd that for my next appointment I'd be dressing just the way Silk had when she visited me on Sunday evening. I did have some hesitation about being handcuffed and thrown into the back seat of an actual police car, but all this would take place at a location where its most likely happened many times before. If I agreed, I'd win a ton of points with Daddy and I felt certain he would make it worth my while.
I deleted his email, then opened a new one to him. In the subject line, I typed, "I'm in for Thursday."
I didn't bother to write anything in the body and after clicking send I deleted that email also.
I'd had a rather busy day so I decided to go upstairs and relax a while in my bedroom before turning in for the night. I grabbed my laptop and headed for the stairs. I walked into my bedroom, turned on a light and closed the door. As I looked around the room I thought; this has always been my safe spot, the sanctuary where I could escape the ugly things in my life. I felt kind of melancholy knowing that in the not too distant future I would have to give up the comfort of this room. Yes, Barry and I had shared this bedroom, and in the beginning, we'd enjoyed some wondrous times together. But more recently it often became the place where our arguments began and he would stomp off to sleep on the sofa.
The idea of no longer having this safe spot was something I knew would pass, my new bedroom, wherever it may be, would provide me with the same feelings once I turned it from just a bedroom into my special place. I think what upset me more was the knowledge that once I was gone, Barry and Connie would turn the room into their special place. She would become the woman who'd have wondrous memories of being here. I felt tears of sorrow welling up in my eyes and I finally broke down and had a good long cry. As the tears flowed, I turned off the light and crawled into bed, then curled up in a fetal position and cried myself to sleep.
I'm not certain if the long cry I'd had last night or the dreary overcast sky that dawned Tuesday morning was to blame, but I slept in till after ten o'clock. After rolling out of bed, I walked to the bathroom and after using the toilet stood up and looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror. My eyes appeared rather puffy and my hair was a mess. I'd showered yesterday after my quickie with Phil and hadn't bothered to apply any make-up. I leaned closer to the mirror and studied my complexion. For the first time, I noticed small wrinkles at the corner of my eyes and what I'd always considered minor imperfections on my face seemed to be more pronounced this morning. I smiled for the first time this morning thinking that perhaps I should schedule a facial massage more often and not count on the other kind of facial that I've grown to enjoy to keep my skin soft and supple.
I slipped on my favorite fluffy white robe and headed downstairs. While I waited for the coffee to brew, I began thinking about my appointment on Thursday afternoon. Daniel would be expecting a slutty, street corner whore appearance for his fantasy role play, and I knew that nothing in my closet would fit those expectations. Since I had nothing planned for today, I figured I could visit my favorite lingerie shop and purchase something more appropriate. As I sipped my coffee something dawned on me. I recalled that a year or two after we'd married Barry accepted an invitation to a Halloween party and since he never passed on an opportunity to show off his trophy wife, he decided that we would go dressed as a hooker and her pimp. I dashed off to the basement and found a tote marked Halloween costumes after flipping the lid off I began digging through the assortment of things only worn for that holiday. Near the bottom I found the outfit that I'd worn once before, a white stretchy tube top and a bright red micro mini skirt. If they still fit, these two garments would surely catch Daniel's eye. I dug down to the bottom but couldn't find the wide fishnet stockings I remembered but figured that they had been ruined by Barry when he got his whore alone after the party.
Clutching the tube top and micro mini skirt in one hand, I headed upstairs to see if they still fit. That party was before my breast augmentation surgery so I was fairly certain my big, firm tits would stretch the tube nearly to its limit. I slipped off my robe and the satin shorts I had worn to bed then pulled the tube top down over my head. It was about eight inches top to bottom and when I centered the middle over my nipples not only did my lush deep cleavage show but the bottoms of my big tits were revealed below. My chest looked encumbered in the tube top but I left it on and pulled the red micro mini skirt up over my hips. This skirt didn't come close to covering my ass even when I moved it down a little and I knew that if I went without a thong someone looking from behind would be able to see my naked ass. I slipped on my highest red stilettos and moved to view my appearance in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. From the front, my big tits looked like they were about to burst through the stretchy tube top but I liked the look of the red micro mini skirt. I knew that any thigh high stockings would be totally revealed below the skirt. From behind, not only were my long sleek legs completely revealed, but the bottom of my ass cheeks also showed. I smiled at myself knowing that Daniel would love this view.
Turning around again I decided that the tube top fit way to tight and to confirm that I tried jiggling my tits a little and they barely moved. I needed something less confining and revealing. I removed the tube top and went to my closet, how about a white cotton blouse with the bottom tails tied in a knot just below my tits I thought. I rejected that idea, knowing that I wanted Daniel to have easy and immediate access to my tits if he decided to pat me down during the arrest. I stood there thinking for a minute then pulled a white cotton tee shirt from its hanger. As I held it up in front of my body I thought, I could modify this cheap tee shirt to give myself a sluttier look. I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off the short sleeves, then slipped it on to judge how much of the shirt had to go so the bottoms of my big tits would show a little. I made a small cut where I wanted to shorten the shirt and took it off, then carefully cut the bottom evenly all the way around. Trying it on again I decided another inch or two would have to go to ensure that my tits would show. I took another two inches off the bottom and tried it on again.
"Perfect," I said out loud, the bottoms of my tits could be seen and it fit loose enough that Daniel would be able to slide his hands up under the cotton tee shirt easily. I turned side to side viewing how the shirt looked from every angle.
I decided to remove some material below my armpits so from the side a little of my tits would show, and also trimmed the neckline so it fit looser around my neck, one final snip with the scissors opened the neckline above my cleavage, not enough to reveal any of the soft flesh between my tits but enough to entice any trick I'd meet on the street.
As I removed my whore costume I thought, all I'll need to get is a new pair of black wide fishnet stockings tomorrow.
Wednesday turned out to be a waste of a day, I knew I wouldn't hear from Phil about a new ride, and I didn't expect Rhys had even started searching for potential condos for me to look at and Silk wasn't expecting to hear from me until Friday morning. I dressed a little after noon and ran out to buy the fishnet stockings I needed for my Thursday afternoon appointment with Daniel. I spent a couple hours in the evening looking at real estate listings on the internet and turned in about ten o'clock.
