"Hey Kurt," Blue called to his friend one afternoon at the slums. The two guys were counting money made from the fresh sales pimping their hookers the previous night.
"Yeah?" Kurt lazily answered.
"You wanna call that rich old lady Mrs Brown? Our sales are dwindling and I'm sure she will 'gladly' help us."
Kurt agreed. Although pimp sales were still good, they surely could yet make more. And it's true what Blue said. It was 10% less than it was last week.
"Yeah, ring her up. Better yet ring her silly husband."
The couple who were on their 50s came as fast as they could, afraid that any delay would cause the boys to get angry. They seemed to be from the office, as both were fully clothed in office wear.
Mrs Brown was wearing a black knee length skirt, with a matching black expensive business suit. Her enormous chest strained against the tight suit, which was held tightly by a small button. She was also wearing a pair of heels which clicked loudly when she alighted from her Mercedes.
Mr Brown, also wearing a suit and tie, came up to the boys, looking frail and nervous.
"Please boys, pardon our lateness, you called us at a bad time. The traffic was bad and," he could not finish his sentence as Kurt just whisked him aside and walked up to the man's wife.
"Wow, business lady huh," he scooped Mrs Brown's giant boobs as if he owned it, and squeezed it even more. Mrs Brown was too afraid to move and just stood outside the whorehouse, letting the boy less than half her age to fondle her repeatedly.
Kurt easily pulled her business suit up to her crotch, and inserted his finger roughly into her panties.
"Uhh," Mrs Brown let our a gasp, but otherwise offers no resistance at all. She looked straight into her husband, nodding a little to say she was alright and could handle it.
Kurt explained in a firm scary tone, while his fingers probed deep into her pussy, "We planned to pimp you again for a couple of days in this whore house, and once we get the amount we want, we'll let you go."
This got the couple visibly upset but they already know their status and place. Mrs Brown was Kurt's property and the couple knew better than to make him angry.
They just hoped Kurt and his friends would tire one day and leave them alone. Moving house certainly wasn't an option as the slum boys had all the hot sexual videos of Mrs Brown having sex with countless men. And it wasn't like Kurt allowed them to, anyway.
"W-when am I suppose to s-start?" the worried wife asked.
Kurt's dirty fingers, which was just inside of her pussy, now began to probe her lips and mouth. She instantly knew he wanted her to open her mouth to taste it, and that was exactly what she did. The boys smiled, happy knowing how much they owned this couple. Kurt's fingers immediately began to probe her molars and tongue.
"Well darling, since you seemed so eager to start, we'll make it now," Blue laughed.
It was nearing lunchtime in the afternoon, and sometimes people from the city do come by to have a quick fix.
"Hey asshole," Kurt called to the upset husband. "You can scurry off now, you can come by to pick her up once it's all over."
"Can I please at least hug m-my wife?" he stammered.
"Yeah yeah..you have five minutes," they boys replied, entering the whorehouse to get it prepared. The couple was thankful and thanked Kurt and Blue for their 'kindness'.