This story is a work of fiction and may disclose various sexual and social subjects such as female/female sex, male/female sex, sexual reluctance, group sex, non-protected Sex, degradation, drugs, alcohol, exhibition, non consent, pregnancy, and subrogation. The characters in this story are all of the age of consent, which means adults by law. The author neither condones nor condemns any or all acts portrayed herein.
Jamel is a forty-year-old black man who owns an auto collision and repair shop.
It is a front for his other dark businesses of prostitution and chop shop.
He has a stable of young girls. He gets most of them through coherence. Girls that are down on their luck.
Oftentimes, they are college coeds who have little or no money to pay for needed auto services.
He is very charming and could pass for being in his twenties. Nature was good to him. He has great genetics.
Flawless skin and teeth add to his attractiveness.
Nature also endowed him with a large package of manhood, which he uses effectively.
He is intelligent, having been educated, and he is a smooth talker who rarely has to show his dark side to get some little college Philly to submit to him.
He's a player, he knows his way around a woman.
Today, he towed in a Chevy Sonic with a flat tire.
He told the owner, a petite redhead coed that the tire was beyond repair and the other tire was days or weeks from blowing out and possibly leaving her stranded or worse.
She could have had an accident.
Looking at the paperwork, he saw her name was Dawn.
In a very concerned, almost fatherly tone he said, "Dawn, do you mind if I call you Dawn, miss Thomas?"
Dawn was concerned, not knowing how she would pay for two new tires. She thought he was a friendly and sincere man. She felt comfortable in his presence.
She responded to him with, "Yes, you may call me Dawn," as she looked at the nameplate on his desk and added, "Jamel."
He liked that. He knew he would be bedding this little coed in due time. He was patient. He would reel her in slowly as a champion fisherman does a good catch.
He said, "Dawn, the total cost for towing and replacing the tires as well as balancing and disposal of your old tires will be two hundred and eighty-seven dollars and fifty seven cents.
Dawn could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she choked out the words, "I don't have that much money.
Jamel asked her, "How much do you have and when can you get the rest?"
She told him, "l only have one hundred and fifty dollars and I don't get any more money until the end of next week when my mom sends me an allowance."
Jamel, rubbing his chin as if in sincere thought said, "I'll tell you what, you give me seventy-five dollars and if you want, you can answer phones and do paperwork after classes."
I'll pay you seven-fifty an hour until your debt is paid off. Then, if you want, we can talk about keeping you on.
Dawn asked him why would he do that for her.
He explained he has been around a long time and has seen many kids who failed because they had a hard struggle. He thought she was a good kid who just might appreciate a break.
Dawn thanked him and agreed to work off her debt. Little did she know that debt would become a ball and chain around her ankle.
Dawn is a fair-skinned, nineteen year old daughter of a single mother who has worked two jobs to give her daughter the scholastic advantage of a good education.
Dawn is five foot three inches in height with 34C breasts, 30" waist, and 34" hips. She has green mesmerizing eyes and a light sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheeks.
Dawn is majoring in business accounting in a local college in Pittsburgh, PA. She and her mother live 100 miles to the south in West Virginia.
She is rather naïve in the perils of city life. She lived a rather sheltered life. Her mother always told her how proud she was to have such a good responsible daughter.
Her mom still believed she was a virgin. Dawn lost her virginity to a local boy. It was a bumbling event that left her feeling as if she never missed anything. She had two additional sex partners.
Another boy who made her feel somewhat better but still unsatisfied. Then there was Sue, who made her feel excited and shamed, but strangely satisfied.
Sue made love to her expertly but Dawn's inexperience prevented her from reciprocating equally.
Dawn felt really good, she has a job, temporary, but she hopes it can become a regular job.
Jamel knows of her major and told her she could do his books.
She started the next day, Jamel, was sincere and told her how well she was doing. As the days turned into weeks, he would buy her lunch or dinner from a local takeout joint.
He always seemed so polite, reserved and well mannered. Never doing anything inappropriate. He eventually started with a small inconsequential touch.
Brushing against her, standing behind her with his hand on her shoulder as he looked at her work on the books. He then started offering her shots of whiskey in her coke. Again, being slow and deliberate in his seduction.
Dawn was falling for him. She started thinking of him a lot. His kind professional manner and his scent.
She knew he was better than twenty years her senior but he was also very well built. A black Adonis, perfectly muscled.
In her time with him she had caught glimpses of his bare torso as he changed shirts. She has seen him come back from the gym in a muscle tee and shorts.
But, the most stirring sight she saw was that of his large black snake peeking out of his gym trunks one day when he returned with lunch for her.
The sight of his black penis nearly made her choke in shock. She thought he was huge. She never knew a penis could be so big.
Jamel orchestrated that mishap perfectly. Wanting her to see what he wanted to push into her young, very white red fringed pussy.
The image was burnt into Dawn's mind. She couldn't shake the image. She chide herself for fixating on such primal thoughts.
She couldn't help it. Every time she thought of that moment she felt her self get wet between her legs.
Jamel, being much more worldly, knew it had an effect on her and started innocently presenting himself in such a way as to expose himself while pretending that nothing inappropriate was happening.
He wanted her to want him, to fall in love with him. A bitch in love will succumb to the wiles of a crafty manipulating man and willingly submit to his every wish.
Dawn was falling head over heels for her boss. When Jamel asked her to dinner at a very exclusive restaurant, she readily accepted feeling giddy in her young innocence.
He gave her five hundred dollars cash, telling her it was a bonus for her good work and she should get a nice cocktail dress for dinner that evening.
He told her to leave early so he could pick her up at six that evening.
She left the office and went downtown shopping for the right dress. She picked out a small black dress with a low cut back, modest bodice, and mid-thigh hem. It had white edging and a light sprinkle of sequins.
She went home, showered, and put on a light amount of makeup and perfume. She then slid the dress over her shoulders covering her black Demi bra and French-cut underwear.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror on her bedroom door and was pleased at how stunning but modest she looked. She hoped he would like it.
Her phone rang. It was Jamel, he was outside, waiting.
