Ms Xmas

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica.Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself with the use of Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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Penny Gilby, 'Ebony Goode' verified the cell phone number, double-checked the number on the ad, then clicked to post the ad. The burner phone was fully charged, waiting for the first caller to read her ad and respond.

EG Entertainment LLC was intentionally vague about her services; The 'Cougar Caller' would not post the ad if she were not discrete. After all, the Connelly College was a fine, upstanding institution. Penny smirked at this; a good portion of her clients were faculty of the fine upstanding institute of higher learning.

The twenty three year old African-American woman had not always been an escort. She'd graduated from Lloyd M. Bentsen High School at age seventeen, top of her class, and had begun work at the "Oakleaf Homestead. By the time she was twenty, she was the head teller, coordinating schedules for four full-time tellers and two part-time employees. After the arrest and subsequent firing of Ronald Biggs, the manager, Penny worked under Danny Brown.

Danny Brown was a bitter homosexual male. His dislike of minorities was blatant but he never used words to express his dislike and distrust of Penny or of Vernon Stiles or Leticia Wilson. But his attitude was extremely condescending.

David Gilby came into Oakleaf Homestead, seeking a line of credit for his fledgling business. Danny Brown could not sign and stamp the paperwork fast enough as he fawned and gushed over the handsome, muscular young man.

David would often stop off at Penny's window to conduct his business. If another teller was available, David would let other customers go ahead of him; he was waiting to talk with the attractive African-American girl with the light brown skin, shoulder length black hair, large brown eyes, sweet smile and breathy little girl voice. Her 34DD chest did not hurt either.

Every time David stopped in front of Penny's window, Penny could see a fuming Danny Brown sitting at his desk, glaring hatefully at David and Penny. Finally, David took the plunge and asked Penny for a date. Discretely, she wrote her phone number onto the receipt for his latest withdrawal and smiled, thrusting her chest out.

Four months after their first date, they were married at the Oakleaf County courthouse. Danny was fit to be tied over David's supposed betrayal and Penny's supposed insolence. Three months after their marriage, a gloating Danny Brown fired Penny; her account was overdrawn. It was a policy of the Oakleaf Homestead--employees were to maintain a positive balance in their accounts at all times.

"David, how, how did my account get overdrawn; who is Nelson Grant," a tearful Penny confronted her husband when he came home from another day of struggling with his business.

"My business partner; I told you that," a surly David snapped. "Jesus! Foot ain't even in the door and you already bitching at me?"

"David, my account, they fired me," Penny sniffled, fresh tears coming to her eyes.

She was shocked when the first slap landed. She was so stunned she just stood, looking at him. The second slap spurred her to action; it took thirty nine stitches to close up the wound the chef's knife opened in David's once handsome face.

After Andrew Walker managed to plea her down, getting her released on her own recognizance, Penny asked Andrew to represent her in her divorce from David Gilby.

"Sorry; I can't," Andrew smiled. "See, I'm married to the first ex- Mrs. David Gilby. Last thing you'd need is some kind of conflict of interest claim from the little asshole."

Andrew recommended Jerome Davis, the latest associate to join their law firm. At first, Penny was sure Andrew had recommended Jerome because Jerome was black. But afterward, she was grateful Andrew had recommended the mature black man. He was competent and very thorough. He even managed to have eighty percent of David's fraudulent withdrawals refunded to Penny's account. Penny immediately withdrew her money from Oakleaf Homestead and opened an account with First Federal Savings of Oakleaf.

Penny smirked when her attorney clumsily asked her mother for a date. The thirty nine year old blonde smiled a beaming smile and invited Jerome to their home for a nice, home-cooked meal. Penny smirked again when Mr. Jerome was at their breakfast table the next morning.

Penny could not prove that Mr. Brown was stymying her job search but every application at every place of employment garnered her no interest. Even the few that seemed very interested in her at first did not reach out to her.

Bored of looking through the same advertisements on the same local employment listings, Penny read the on-line news. She wrinkled her brow in confusion when the local news stated that an elementary school teacher had been fired when a student's father recognized the teacher from her OnlyFans' page. Looking up what an OnlyFan page was, Penny's artfully shaped eyebrows rose significantly.

"Mom, you still got that old video camera?" Penny asked, sticking her head out of her room.

"The old what?" Cheryl asked, looking up from the Zeno Anderson Report.

"The video camera. The one what was his name brung over?" Penny asked.

"What's his, oh? Oh, Stefan?" Cheryl asked. "The next Spike Lee?"

"Yeah," Penny said. "We still got it?"

"Hmm; it, it would be in the hall closet with all his other shit," Cheryl said, turning her attention to the television again. "Need just throw all that shit out."

Stefan Marks had excellent taste in video equipment; the dvd camcorder took HD images and the sound quality was unparalleled. The tripod was sturdy but easily adjusted.

Seeing how easy it was to strip for a bunch of anonymous men, how thrilling it actually was, imagining some man sitting in his chair, stroking his cock as he watched 'Ebony Goode' playing with herself, Penny decided she could make even more money dancing at one of the local strip clubs. After all, she'd had read several advertisements for the local 'Gentlemen's Clubs' over the months as she searched for gainful employment.

Tijuana Jack was a seedy, run-down establishment. Penny decided the place had not seen better days; it had always been a seedy, run-down establishment. Most of the girls looked pretty hardened.

Coquette's was a new nightclub in a newer building. The manager was in his early thirties and was professional in appearance and demeanor.

"Any tattoos? Look, I don't mind one or two; hell, had one girl, had a six shooter tattooed on her right hip. That one was a cute one. But, girls got tats all over? No one wants to see that. Got a bunch of tats? Just go on down to Tijuana's, okay?" Randy said as Penny sat and filled out the standard application form.

"No sir," Penny smiled. "My hus... My Ex-husband wanted me to get this heart? You know, with his name? But that's just so tacky."

"Oh! That voice? Got this blind guy? Comes in on the fifth when he gets his check? Oh bet he's going love that voice," Randy smiled widely.

Ellison Loeb did love Ebony's voice. Knowing that the private dance was eating up a good portion of his monthly Social Security check, Ebony allowed the blind man to grope her as she rubbed her nude flesh against him.

"Hey, uh, you, you ever uh, you know, do private parties?" Ellison braved asking as his paid for lap dance came to an end.

"What? What do you call..." Penny/Ebony asked, rubbing her naked breasts against his face.

"No, no, I mean, see, my cousin? He uh, he's getting married; God! We all I mean we ALL hate his fiancé but... Anyway, he's got a bachelor party coming up," Ellison said.

She'd heard one of the red headed dancers talking with a cute Asian dancer about doing a bachelor party. Ebony got Ellison's phone number and promised she'd call with an answer the next day. With a sad shake of her head, she watched the blind man fumble and stumble drunkenly toward the front of the bar.

Sinnamon as she called herself gave Ebony some pointers and even suggested prices. Ebony thanked her and Sinnamon gave her a genuine smile. Genuine smiles were rare among dancers; Ebony returned the sweet woman's smile.

Jerome suggested that Penny may wish to make an appointment with O'Malley Accounting; he would help her with the legal end of the Limited Liability Corporation. He admitted complete ignorance regarding the financial side of sole proprietorships. An accountant or a financial planner should be able to help her.

"Especially you plan to accept credit cards," Jerome said.

Ebony did not do the party for Ellison's cousin's bachelor party. The first thing she asked Parker Loeb's best man was if any of the attendees were law enforcement or affiliated with any law enforcement agencies. Donald Bentsen admitted that six of the ten expected guests were Oakleaf County police officers and two were State Troopers.

"But Honey, ain't none of us going be working," he pleaded.

Ebony suggested he call Yolanda Juarez; she danced under the name Margarita. The next time she worked a shift with Yolanda, Randy fired the Latina dancer for trying to claw Ebony's eyes out.

Just as she had suspected, none of the officers were on duty, were working at the time of the party. But that didn't stop them from claiming they would arrest Margarita and charge her with solicitation unless she sucked every cock in the building. And, while she was on her knees, sucking another sweaty cock, someone took all the cash from her purse.

"Fucking bitch! I kill you! Feel me? I kill you!" Yolanda was still screaming as the two bouncers wrestled her from the nightclub.

Four months after forming her LLC, Penny bought her mother's home; Cheryl and Jerome married and moved into Jerome's condominium. Cheryl was livid the first time she visited her daughter; Penny had yanked out the carpet, repainted the walls, and replaced the forty eight year old cabinets and countertops. True, the hardwood floors and soft muted colors and brand new furniture looked terrific but it was no longer Cheryl's home.

"EXACTLY, Mom. It's not your home," Penny had said.

"Did you keep anything of mine?" Cheryl tearfully asked, looking around at the house.

"Mom," Penny said gently.

"Anything?" Cheryl begged.

"Mom," Penny said.

Now, while a philharmonic orchestra played a Christmas song through the overhead speakers she'd had installed in her home, Ebony shut off her computer and went to her kitchen. Looking at the hardwood cabinets and marble countertops, Penny shook her head. How could her mother mourn the loss of those ugly chipped countertops and the flimsy pressboard and veneer cabinets?

She could have bought a larger, more elegant home in a nicer neighborhood. Her OnlyFans page was still doing very well, she danced three or four nights a week, and she did one to four private parties a week.

"I is one busy ho," she giggled to herself as she prepared a large dinner salad, adding plenty of ham and turkey breast to the mixed greens and sun-dried tomatoes.

Her ex-husband had been at a party. It was inevitable; sooner or later she would run into him. After all, Oakleaf County was not that big.

David had gloated as Ebony Goode entered the party. She had flashed him a very sweet smile then informed Norman Tucker she would not perform as long as David Gilby was there. David had been enraged when his friends threw him out of the party.

Leaving the party, Ebony was not surprised when David attempted to corner her. He was the one that was surprised when she pulled the.32 from the back of her yoga pants and very calmly told him, she would be out of jail long before he was out of the cemetery.

"And much as I hate you? You fucking right I will shoot to kill," she said, breathy little girl voice making the threat all the more powerful.

"So how do you like being a whore?" he had spat at her.

"Oh, it's not as rewarding as being a piece of shit, but it has its moments," she said, hitting the key fob for her Lexus convertible.

She was washing the large salad bowl when she heard the burner phone chime. The ad very specifically instructed the caller to leave a message and someone from EG Entertainment would return their call.

Listening to the message, Penny gave a bemused smile; it was an odd call. For starters, it was a female voice. This was the first female that had ever responded to her ad. Secondly, Sabrina Jacobs sounded extremely nervous.

Setting the phone to record the conversation, Ebony Goode returned Sabrina Jacobs' phone call. Her first thought was to hang up when a generic message announced the number she'd reached.

"Hi! This is Ebony; you called for me?" Ebony said, voice light and well-modulated. "I do hope you will call me soon."

More on instinct than anything else, she answered the phone when it rang, rather than have the caller leave yet another message. She did not announce herself, though, just answered with a cheerful 'Hi!' then waited.

"Hi, I uh, this, is this Ebony? Um, Ebony Goode?" the woman asked.

"Hi! Yes, this is Ebony. Is this Sabrina?" Ebony breathed.

Sabrina's nervousness was palpable; stammering and hesitating after each sentence. Penny did what she could to calm the woman down, reassure her that she was no threat.

"And uh, you know, tomorrow's Christmas Eve and, well, I mean, everybody's already got all these plans," Sabrina finally managed to say.

"So..." Ebony prodded after a moment of silence.

"So, you know, I was hoping, you know, a little company," Sabrina disclosed. "We get together, eat a little supper, have a couple of drinks, and then, um, well..."

Ebony asked the pertinent questions; how many people would be attending this little party; how many people expected to be entertained. She also verified that Sabrina was not affiliated with any law enforcement agencies.

"So, just you, you and me," Ebony affirmed.

"Yeah, yes. I Like I said, everyone else already has plans so..." Sabrina said.

A good portion of the money came from tips. A solitary guest would not be expected to be very generous with tips. And in general, women were horrible tippers. So Ebony tacked two hundred and fifty dollars onto the charge for a three hour party.

"Okay. Um, cash or..." Sabrina agreed.

"I take cash or charge. I do not, I will not take checks," Ebony stated firmly.

"Checks? God, is there anyone still using checks?" Sabrina giggled, the first laugh Ebony had heard out of the woman since the somewhat awkward, stilted conversation had begun.

"You'd be surprised," Ebony giggled.

"Your picture was, is so pretty," Sabrina said, a genuine warmth to her voice. "But listening to you talk? You sound even prettier than your picture."

"Oh, well, thank you!" Ebony gushed.

Christmas Eve in Oakleaf County, Texas was a balmy seventy four degrees. Three hours before her engagement, Penny went to Nailz4U to get a mani-pedi. She had the two girls paint her fingernails with red and white stripes; a peppermint design. She made sure to slip the two Asian girls a ten dollar bill apiece. Once, one of the girls confided to Penny that the owner, a stone-faced Asian man did not give the girls any of the tips the clients put onto their charge cards. Since then, Penny made it a habit to directly tip the service provider, in cash, whether it be a nail salon, her hairdresser, the waitress at her favorite salad restaurant.

"You put tip?" the man asked, finger poised above the keys of his register.

"Hmm? Oh, no, no, not today," Penny smiled sweetly.

Arriving home, Penny showered, shaved, then cleaned herself. She did a little trimming of her pubic region. Checking the time, Penny fixed herself a light meal; a bowl of spicy humus with stone ground wheat crackers, carrot sticks, celery sticks and broccoli florets. She then took extra care to floss, brush her teeth, then gargle with cinnamon flavored mouthwash.

She rolled the scarlet micro-fishnet stockings up her legs. The bright red garter belt went about her waist but she did not clip the stays to the cuffs of the stockings. She put on her virginal white half-cup bra. Looking in the mirror, she nodded with approval. Her half-dollar coin sized dark brown areolae and hard nipple were visible but the underwire of the bra cradled her heavy breasts perfectly.

She slipped the very short red felt dress on, then again fixed her hair. The dress reached to mid-thigh on her, displaying her stockings very well. The scoop neck showed off the tops of her breasts; the bra doing its job. Neckline, hem and wrists were decorated in white 'fur' trim.

Her last act before slipping her feet into her bright red five inch pumps was to fasten her garter stays, then wiggle into her virginal white thong panties. Penny scrutinized her image in her full-length mirror and nodded her head in approval.

"Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Clos..." Ebony Goode giggled, putting the red felt cap onto her head.

Strolling into the lobby of the Oakleaf Towers Building, Ebony Goode verified the time; she was ten minutes early. She preferred to be early; it gave the guests less time to organize any nefarious plans. While waiting for the elevator, Ebony checked that her.32 was handy, loaded and ready. She also made sure that the recording microphone was 'On' and positioned to pick up conversations. She smiled, seeing the fourteen inch double-headed dildo in the bright red handbag.

The elevator opened onto the ninth floor and Ebony took a moment to admire the quiet, understated elegance of the lobby. The thick plush carpet was a sandy beige in color. The walls were antique white and the wood was a honey blond color. Next to each of the four doors was a small wood block with a brass plate. On each brass plate was the number of the condominium etched into the brass. Next to the elevator was a small wooden table and on the wooden table was a heavy leaded crystal bowl with a single silk yellow rose.

"Nine oh one," Ebony said quietly as she found the condominium.

She heard nothing when she pressed the button. But a moment later, she heard someone call out. The words were muffled, but it was enough to let Ebony know the doorbell had been heard. The peephole darkened and she gave the aperture a friendly smile.

"Hi! I uh, hi," an attractive brunette with beautiful blue eyes said, flinging the door of Unit 901 open. "I, you, hi; you, you are Ebony, right?"

"Hi!" Ebony smiled, displaying her dimpled left cheek. "Sabrina, right?"

"I uh, yeah! Yes, yes, I'm Sabrina," the forty something year old woman said, then stepped back, motioning Ebony into the condominium. "I wow! I mean, your picture was so pretty and I... But in person? You are just gorgeous!"

"Aw! Thank you!" Ebony smiled happily. "It is so nice to meet you. I, I honestly don't know what I was expecting; you can never tell from someone's voice, can you? But you are very pretty."

"Oh! Well, thank you," Sabrina smiled, gesturing Ebony into a large room.

The furniture looked comfortable, inviting. The colors were chosen very well, projecting comfort and warmth. The art on the walls were also soft and muted with just a splash of color here and there.

"I, I was just fixing open a bottle of wine. Normally, I don't drink. Well, not much, but I, well, I'm kind of nervous, you know?" Sabrina rattled as she headed to an open doorway to the left of the sitting room.

"Oh, let me," Ebony insisted, following Sabrina into the large kitchen.