Hello everyone. This is a spin off story from "The Birth of Super Pimp" that deals with one of his hookers. All people portrayed in this story are 18 years or older. I hope you enjoy. Again, if you want to use the story, please ask first.
Moose
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Chapter 1
Tiffany yawned and stretched her arms over her head. She wiggled her bare ass on the gold colored satin sheets in her penthouse room and looked at the dead asleep man next to her. She didn't even know his name, he was the last john she had picked up last night and he had offered $2000 for the rest of the night. Tiffany had accepted, but had offered to take him to a "Gold Suite" if he could make it $4000. After some persuasion (namely her using her mind warping perfume to drive him nearly insane with lust) he had agreed and she had taken to her penthouse suite. It actually was her penthouse that her mom owned, but was now her pimp's. She was still allowed to live there and it had been somewhat up graded to allow for special orgies and parties that DC would throw or for her "special" customers who required her special attention.
The john she was with was some fund manager hot shot who thought he was the coolest thing around and figured that his car and money would be enough to make him cool. He had been somewhat disillusioned when he arrived on Sassy Street and had seen the tail and the prices. He had wanted one of the rumored "Super Hookers" but had quickly found out that he didn't have nearly the money or clout to get one. Tiffany had actually taken pity on him and had given him the fuck of his life. She had some fun, but still this guy was nothing like her beloved Super Pimp. She would lie on her bed for hours in ditzy mind numbed bliss after a full fuck from DC the Super Pimp and she proudly wore his mark over her ass.
She rose from the bed and hit the buzzer to have some of the muscle remove the snoring john. She had his money already, so he would likely wake up mostly naked in his car with his clothes in a pile in his lap and some awesome memories. Tiffany was all business and didn't want to waste time in small talk with some loser off the street.
Tiffany strutted naked into the Master Bath. DC had turned her mom into a teen-aged high school dropout who thought she was Tiff's BFF. Tiffany was, and adored her mom, but she also had become the head of the family, also thanks to DC. He had injected her with a special whore serum that not only had made her an awesome whore, but also had allowed her to keep her intelligence intact and had enhanced her drive and desire to be in charge. She was now DC's right hand whore and she slapped around the other bitches to help keep them in line when they got uppity. It was rare, but the stable needed a Queen Bee and she was it. The only hookers who didn't answer to her were the former Super Heroines now known as the Sassy Street Five.
Paris Ramos hadn't come home last night which was normal. At most she only came by a couple times a week to chill or have a private fuck session or to talk with her BFF. Paris had been one of the richest and most successful women in Center City. And now, she was a high demand Whore who had the brains of a bimbo and a desire to fuck and party.
Tiffany took a nice shower and dried herself off. A brainwashed servant attended her and dressed her in a beautiful gold micro dress and matching heels and then did her hair and makeup. Tiffany was THE best looking girl in her private elite school, Center City Academy, and it had been that way before Super Pimp had improved her a bit. She was a Eastern European-Hispanic mix with bright green eyes that seemed to fade to grey at times, a toned hourglass body, an ass that wouldn't stop and now sported a 40 DD Rack of natural feeling and fully pert tits. Her hair was now Platinum Blonde and hung down to the top of her ass. She couldn't even walk in normal shoes anymore and simply always had to strut in heels. She took pride in the fact that she was the hottest "normal" hooker in DC's stable and only second in demand to Trixie Glitter or Bunny, two of the super hookers.
Tiffany strutted over to her notes at the table. She had been given a project by her pimp and he had told her that this was part of her training. If she could pull it off, he was going to keep training her in the ways of the sex trade and make her a madam. Tiffany squirmed as her pussy got a little wet thinking about it. A MADAM! Owning her own bitches and chunk of the street! What more could a brain-washed teen queen ask for?
Tiffany's project was simple. She had to organize, recruit, train, and run her own prostitution ring. The special challenge was that she had to do it in her special prep school for senior level students. She had access to some start up money, some of DC's special formulas and potions, and could call on him if she ran into trouble she couldn't get out of. Success would be her getting the ring up and fully running with no issues by the end of the school year, about two months away.
She could also use her "friends" Amber and Sasha. They had been her best friends. Amber was a black cheerleader who now sported a 70's style poof hairdo and talked like a ghetto raised bitch. Sasha was from the Czech Republic, and was a hot redhead who now acted like a fresh off the boat gold digging bitch. DC had converted them both with her and while she felt some affection to them, in her new role she saw them as assets to be utilized as needed. Sasha had already developed a definite cocaine addiction and was frying her brain pretty quickly beyond what had happened already and Tiffany was beginning to look for a buyer for Sasha once she became so brain dead she couldn't work the street anymore. Much cheaper than trying to detox her. That was the great thing about working with DC, bitches were so easy to replace.
Tiffany had come up with her plan already. She was actually quite proud of it as it ran slightly contrary to standard "take over the school" scenarios. Usually, you start with the hot students and then work on the teachers and the administration.
Tiffany WAS the hottest student and she owned the two next hottest students. Tiffany had done some thinking about how she would pimp the girls and came to realization that they really were not the ones in demand.
The students at the academy were all from the richest and most powerful families in the city. The boys had been hooking up with good looking high school girls for years now (most of the girls were pretty good looking simply due to the family wealth). Paying for it was nothing if it was what you already had. Tiffany and friends were really the only ones that were above and beyond and they had given up on high schoolers senior year. Young college boys with money and the ability to party had been their prey.
So how could she set up a ring that would get customers? Simple.
Teachers, Staff, and Administrators.
As bs fantasy as it sounded, the Academy had some stunning women on its staff. They ranged from MILFs to fresh out of college. Given the reputation of the school, only the brightest and best had been hired. But Tiffany knew (thanks to listening to her mom run some unofficial PTA meetings) that the school had also focused on hiring mostly women (Tiff's mom was a bit sexist and her divorce hadn't help her opinion of the male species any) and ones that fit the "proper image" of the school. Namely women who looked smart, professional, and pretty or simply women like Paris Ramos.
Since Paris was now a whore, Tiffany felt that those in her image needed to follow suit. Tiffany knew that most if not all the boys in the school would give up their souls for a chance with some of the teachers or staff. So it was a perfect set up. She didn't need to transform any girls, she would transform the people who ran the school and then charge the students. Any bitches that had issues would be "brought around" to her line of thinking, and either join the fun, be quiet, or get their asses sold out of town.
Tiffany was never one to waste time. Her mom had taught her well about using her name, money, power, and influence, and DC's tutelage had refined it to a sharp point. She had her targets picked out and her plan was in place. She even had some customers picked out that would not only very much enjoy the changes but would help them along willingly.
"Ms. Terrice Smith, age 40, divorced, former cheerleading captain on the national championship cheer squad for 3 years in a row. Now principle of the Academy. Time to make a MILF hooker." Tiffany said with glee.
Chapter 2
Ms. Smith looked up in annoyance as her office door opened. It was 6pm, and she was working late as per her usual habit. She was going over a complaint by some concerned parents over the rumors that several of the students had been observed working as prostitutes on Sunny Street. It had been annoying dealing with that bitch Paris Ramos who tossed her money and influence around at every damn PTA meeting, but she had dropped out of site recently along with her daughter on an unannounced trip. The complaint about the hookers was really getting under skin being as she wasn't a cop and had no earthly idea what the parents expected her to do about these rumors.
Her annoyance ticked up a notch and had some confusion added to it when she saw Tiffany Ramos strut into her office like she owned it. The annoyance was from being interrupted, the very arrogant attitude the girl seemed to ooze, and her smirking smile. The surprise was due to how she looked. Platinum hair, a metallic gold form fitting micro-dress with matching high heels, gold bracelets, hoop earrings, and necklace, and slutty makeup made for a VERY different looking Tiffany Ramos who was normally dressed in high fashion and would never wear something so cheap.
"Good evening Ms. Smith. Burning the midnight oil? You really focus too hard on your work, you need to relax some more and have a good time now and again." Tiffany said with a voice that seemed to drip sex and sarcasm in one tone.
"Ms. Ramos. I wasn't expecting you back as I thought you were out for another few weeks. Or more, your mother never seems to be very clear on her occasional phone calls." Ms. Smith replied dryly.
"Ah yes, mommy. She is so busy now a days, no time for little old me anymore. Being a professional after all eats soooooo much time. Well, I am back and I wanted to see you about some arrangements." Tiffany said as she sat down and crossed her long tanned legs.
"Arrangements? Such as not flunking out? You have missed a lot of school time and unless you apply yourself over the next two months you will likely not be graduating with your class. I doubt your mother will approve." Ms. Smith said with a touch of anger at Tiffany's cool demeanor.
Tiffany giggled. Ms. Smith flushed red and said in an icy tone "Something amusing you Ms. Ramos?"
"Please, call me Tiffany. And yes indeed something does. You see I am just here to complete my project for my new school course. I have joined another school that is very progressive. A cross of home-schooling and actual work in the real world, it's quite mind-blowing really. It changed my whole outlook on life. My professor is a Nobel winning scientist actually and had taken a personal interest in my furthered education." Tiffany said as she opened her golden purse.
Ms. Smith looked at Tiffany with a look that ranged from puzzled to angry. "This little bitch is playing with me. She has to, her grades weren't bad, but she is no were nearly so smart as to have some scientist helping her. She would have never been let in here for her senior year if it hadn't been for her mother." she thought to herself. Out loud Ms. Smith said "Really? And who exactly is this scientist?"
Tiffany pulled out a pink rose with a short stem and sniffed it with a large smile. "Ahhhhhhh, such a pleasant smell. Here, please smell the fragrance." Tiffany leaned forward and quickly pushed the rose up under Ms. Smith's nose. As it touched her nose, a puff of pink dust shot up into her nostrils.
