"Come in, come right on in. You're one fine lookin lady," he smiled as I walked into the room in my short-sleeved blue dress with a plunging neckline, blue high-heeled shoes, and large matching shoulder bag.
"Thank you, Mr. Brown, I was told you be would able to give me some work."
"Well now, that is mostly right. I give work to a woman who shows me she can produce the goods," as he walked a circle around me, admiring my essentials. I stood with a smile on my face, knowing I would be the last one to smile before I left.
"Ummm, ummm. You look fine enough. You know, I'll need to take a test drive before I make up my mind if you're good enough for escort service don't you," his smile stretching across his face from ear to ear.
I took a step towards him, looked into his eyes, placing my hand on his cheek, and whispered into his ear, "A man can't be too careful if he wants to put out a good product."
I felt his hand come to rest on my ass, "I see you understand the business."
I had been destitute and penniless two years ago when offered help by a wonderful man who turned out to be a pimp. I hooked for seven hard months before finding a way out. Even though they were high class clients the experience had marked me. I had never wanted my little sister to experience anything like it.
I stepped back with a smile, "I understand not only the business, but men. That has served me well enough. Now, are we going to talk or drive?"
I watched as he motioned for his man to leave us alone. So far, they had been sloppy--his man hadn't even bothered to check the contents of my false bottomed bag. I knew Mr. Brown was hard on his women, cruel at times, and had an ego that if stroked won him over easily--at least for a while.
"What's your name honey?"
"Lena."
"Well now, Lena, the bedroom is right down the hall, I'll be in shortly, I want to make sure we aren't interrupted."
I smiled, leaned in, and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Then stepped back, put my hand into my shoulder bag, and pulled out a skimpy, sheer, red camisole gown and held it up. "Do you want to see me in this, or nothing at all?"
If it was possible for a pimps face to grow a larger smile I had never seen it. Though admittedly, I didn't spend time with pimps or with working girls at all now. But then, neither had my sister until he drugged her and spent the night with her. This was going to be a fuck he would always remember--only he wouldn't get to fuck me if it worked out as I planned--but I would fuck him, at least in a way.
"Baby, put it on, I'll enjoy taking it off."
I glanced down and saw the bulge in his pants. I placed my hand on the bulge and rubbed a few times firmly, "I'll enjoy having this, you better be ready for a rough-ride. I like it hard and fast, at least the first time."
He raised one eyebrow in surprise. He was almost panting as I walked down the hallway, my heels clicking on the ceramic tile, knowing he was watching my ass sway from side to side. He had better enjoy the view as he was going to pay for it.
I slipped out of my dress after taking off my shoes, and hung it over the end of the towel rack in the bathroom. The apartment was tastefully decorated, which surprised me a little, but I knew it was a facade. Meant to suggest a sense of class where none existed in the man himself.
I slipped into the camisole and pushed my breasts up to fill it fully with my ample breasts. I pulled the false bottom of my bag up and placed my disguised surprise on the nightstand next to the bed along with a silk scarf. I felt a touch of fear, it wasn't like this was without risk. I hadn't ever done something like this before; not a good girl like me.
No one would ever suspect something like this from me. I knew my sister hardly remembered a thing about what happened that night--the drugs had wiped her memory clean. Only the stained bedsheets and copious amount of discharge from her vagina hinted she'd been violated multiple times after the party ended that night.
I was sitting on the bed facing the door when he walked in, his shirt already unbuttoned, hairless chest visible inside his purple shirt. He flashed his bright white teeth as he removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor with a flair meant to impress. I smiled.
"Well, let's see your business, no sense keeping it hidden. It looks big enough," I said in a soft voice.
"Baby, this seven-inch cock is a woman's dream come true."
I smiled, "Then come on, this hot pussy will want some action in a few minutes. I've got some toys if you're up to something a little kinky. No reason for you not to have a good time on this test drive."
He glanced at the nightstand, then back to me, "I'm all in baby. You want to ride me?"
"If you're got seven-inches to share we can start that way, then afterward we can lay down on the bed and you can speedbump me from behind--with a gorgeous cock that big it should be a good ride for you."
I watched as he pulled his pants and shorts off. When his cock appeared I tried not to laugh--seven-inches my ass--if it made six it would be a stretch. What is it about men thinking their manhood is superior? Maybe they watch too much porn and think it applies to them.
I reached out and grasped his cock, I didn't want to kiss it, but I really needed to convince him I wanted this job really bad. I kissed it twice and gave it a big lick. Then I looked at him with a sexy smile.
"Come on sugar, time for you to lay down, then we can have some fun with that big thing."