80's Bar - Southern US (closed HomeRun2611)

[Homerun2611]

I am groggy, having enjoyed last night, enjoying you being there....feeling your body as I wake...being fucking hard...stroking myself reflexively feeling your whisper tickle my neck and groaning and stretching as you, adjusting you as my hand leaves my cock and wraps around cradling your naked ass.

"Fuck?" I laugh, asking me if I want to fuck is like asking if I want to breathe. I raise my neck slightly, looking to see if anyone is back yet. It won't be long until Dave and Johnny drive the vans back with the girls. I have seven girls who we have out on the streets, a combination of medium to high priced escorts, $300-1000 an hour, $2,000 to $7,500 for a night. They are 18, or so they say and as close as I can prove to 24, after that they are too beat up and strung out to be worth anything to me. However, for now, we are alone.

"Yeah we can fuck...." I lift you up, you are so fucking little. You see the smile on my face. "There may be some people showing up...pay them no mind...it won't be anything that they haven't seen before." I sit up and tilt you back, resting you on your back. My eyes scan up and down your body, "I like you go to sleep fucking and wake up wanting to fuck some more..."

I know this is probably not your life, not close, but I wonder if you like the freedom....you will see it all soon....start to see my business. I set you back, you resting on your back, I rock forward so I am kneeling between your legs, sitting on my heels, my broad, muscular chest upright as I look down at you, and then take my hands to spread you wide, your pussy yawning open. I love you are wet, there is still a bit of me streaming out. "You do have one bangin little body..."

Seeing my cum, I wonder if you are on protection, I am not using any fucking rubbers, and I don't really give a shit if I knock you up. I stand up on my knees and reach down grabbing a wrist in each hand, I raise your hands in a circle until they are over your head, your body looking so fucking sexy stretched out. I bring your hands together and hold both wrists in my one big hand, the other reaches down and grabs my shaft, feed my swollen head into your opening.

Last night we went slow....this morning we don't as I go in hard...fast...deep! I moan...."Jesus...." As I bottom out, buck my hips back and drive in again hard. I still stretch you, and I feel you so tight around me..."Jesus, I like fucking you....you wanted to fuck ...let's fuck!"

 

[wickedpen]

"Careful what you wish for?" my mother's sagely wisdom suddenly flashed in my mind, along with every nerve cell between my toenails to my longest hair, as I looked up at this massive, animal. This oversized thug fucking me like a stallion mounting a mare in a nature special, he is driven to it. His tattoos stretched across and ripple over his jacked muscles rhythmically moving with one purpose in mind.

The pretty college girl, confident with the world and ready for anything was in a hammock, somewhere, with a potentially dangerous guy, racing towards a gut wrenching orgasm as fast as he was. I did not get to be a successful college senior without knowing what power men relish more than money is sex.

I fought to keep eye contact as my torso seized into a contraction and twisted awkwardly, his hands taking no notice as they use my body like a rock on his jack hammer of a steel cock, splitting it and putting it back together to split again and again....

"How are you feeling now?" I ask as my psychology class pops into my head. Putting the pieces together, he was on the endless quest for a thrill. "Probably not sad now." I manage to grunt out before I cry out and then tighten in his hands.

 

[Homerun2611]

Jesus I love mornings like this...the air was still cool, the sun was just peaking over the horizon, and my cock was buried deep into the tight, tight pussy of this hot little blonde. We were staring into each others eyes as my massive, muscular body thrusted into her, watching her firm, yet full young tits bounce and respond to every thrust!

She was talking, she seemed to have a need to do that...college girl! Yet I had gone to college, the fucking naval academy, yet I was quiet...just enjoying the moment...hard cock...tight, hot, wet cunt! "Huh...feeling?" I mustered to her question. Then laughed...."No...not sad...Fuck this is as good as it gets....don't over think it...just enjoy a good fuck!"

The conversation was over, I tightened my grip on her wrists held over her head....in a minute all the shit of life would roll in....this was the calm before the storms....I wuz gonna fucking enjoy it. "Yes...oh fuck....yesss....yesss....God damn you're tight...and oh so fucking...." I felt her cum...her back arched, her body tense...her heels wrapped around and digging into my ass..."Fuuuuccckkk!!!!" I was cumming too...hard...over and over...painting her priveliged womb..."

I kept thrusting until we both rode it down....she was good...but it was time to catch and release...at least for a while...

It wasn't long before the vans rolled in...eight girls and my four muscle...they had been escorting for our "top" clients...athletes, actors, politicians, business men...wise guys...I rolled off her, my cock still shimmering in our cum...Pixie naked on the hammock.

"Who's the shorty?" Asked Angel, I tall strawberry blonde wearing four inch heels and a LBD which barely covered her ass. "Some college girl who decided to get dirty....it worked!" I laughed and looked over my shoulder winking at her. "You'll see her again." It was as much a message for Pixie as it was for my posse of pussy here.

"You all go inside, get some sleep, I'll be back in a couple of hours...I'm taking her to breakfast and then we'll see." I was putting on my pants when I looked back over at her...."Whatcha waiting for...flowers?" I laughed and tossed her her jeans...

 

[wickedpen]

I was suddenly in the middle of a drug deal and the boss was telling me to pick up the bags. I pulled on my jeans and found my shirt. This was not going to be a lot of drivel about "call you:" and "thanks, it was really good." We fucked and that was that. And oh yeah the governor.

My head spun like the tires in the gravel throwing stones into my self image as I remember the old man cumming.

I leans into Nick and knew I shouldn't but slid my hands around his waste and rubbed him through his jeans. I love being on a bike, my legs spread around a white hot piece of machinery flying down the road.

We pulled into a truck stop like place, I would never have stepped foot in, if I was lost and needed directions. Nick owned the place as the older waitress cooed hen he came in and poured us coffee.

"And for you?" the waitress said looking down her nose over her reading glasses secured with a shell linked strap she must have gotten in Florida on her last vacation.

"Pancakes please." I said with the joy of the orgasm my date had just put me throw in his front yard.

"So what did you mean that that woman would see me again?" I asked putting my arm over the vinyl booth back.

 

[Homerun2611]

I didn't say any more as I walked to my bike, I didn't look back, I sure as fuck didn't extend my hand, but I only sat there a second before I felt her legs straddle first over the bike, then around me, her tiny arms around my waist. I had barely begun down the gravel road, the dust kicking up high behind us, when I felt her hands slide down, to fondle my cock through my jeans. I adjusted slightly to give her greater access. She didn't see it, but there was a definite smile on my face. She fit here, at least for now I liked having her around.
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I pull into my my little truck stop, its nothing fancy mind you, my guess is in your normal life, before you started wanting to slum with the tough guys, this would have had about as much appeal as a hotel room with ever present cock roaches. I like the place. As my business grew, turning from muscle to dealer to having my own territory, it became clear I needed some place legit, places actually, to put my earnings back in circulation.

This little place was teetering on bankruptcy, largely the neglect of its alcoholic husband and wife owners. He had gotten in deep with me, and so as a last resort had bartered with me to take on the nearly upside down mortgages he had on this place and clear his balance. Now, between the food, gas and little bar there, it is very convenient way to launder money. Plus they know how to make bacon, eggs and fried potatoes, just the way I like it, not too greasy, bacon crisp, heavy on the pepper.

We walked in, it was still early, just Lucy, the waitress who waited on us and had worked there since I bought the place. Luiz, her part time boyfriend despite being almost 15 years younger, was the short order cook, and Lucy's niece Caroline was the waitress. Caroline was a sweet kid, attractive in a fifteen pounds overweight that fortunately distributed nicely across her young tits and ass, hair that looked like it was a day late for washing, but a smile that suggested an innocence that simply was not there. 18, not even a GED, she seemed content to follow in her aunts footsteps, slinging hash, and getting used as a half an hour of relief for some of the more attractive truckers who passed through.

I flashed Lucy a smile as I sat down, I was discreet but I passed her a small bag of coke, as she gave me a hug. That was our deal, she got small supplies for free, she made sure no one walked off with my money and Luiz stayed happy enough to cook ten hours a day, 6 days a week. I couldn't help buy laugh as I looked at Pixie on the other side of the booth, she belonged here about as much as a nun at a cock fight, but she was smiling, apparently living the dream of some misguided fantasy.

We ordered and she asked , "So what did you mean that that woman would see me again?" I looked at her and picked up my phone. "Wake you?" I asked fully knowing the answer. "Yeah I got her, how much did she...." I laughed staring into those young fuck me eyes, "I hope it was a hell of a party....Yeah, I know...she is....thing is Benny Boy....your still into me for that plus....so, until further notice....she is fucking with me...when I want...as long as I want..."

I looked at her and winked, shutting my phone. "Your account was just transferred...." I had no plan, but I liked having her, at least for now...her arm up on the back of the booth, her young tits riding high, she had a wild streak she was either wanting to test or at least get rid of. "Stealing from drug dealers is a bad idea college girl....but don't worry...I think you are rather enjoying my payment plan....you could be useful..."

I was headed to Juarez later today, I'd be back Thursday night...."The week is yours, meet me at Delgado's Thursday night....be hot....make arrangements for Friday and the weekend to be gone..." It was not so much an invitation as a demand. Delgado's was a salsa dance bar, the crowd was young to mid 40's, there would be people there I did business with...

Just then Lucy came back with our food...."Eat.." I smirked and then dug into the steaming plate. "...I'll take you home when we're done..." I was interested in seeing where she had come out from before she decided to climb down our little hole.

 

[wickedpen]

This was now officially a dangerous game. Benny wasn't my drug dealer, well only my drug dealer but he was kinda, my cousin. he was sent here to watch after me, and Nick just gave the biggest fuck you he could to my family, my rich family, in my name.

"Yes, I wish you had not done that." I say as my head falls forward onto the table with a thud. "No, no, no." I groaned rolling my forehead against the greasy table. I sit up with my hair laying down around my face looking heavy with the weight of the world.

"Hey, can I get that grand from last night?" I asked thinking I may need a little extra cash to mend some fences, under the table.

I felt like the little puppy a boy brought home and explains my wanting to run off as fear. Nick was cute and until you have been with a man like Nick, you don't really know sex.

I ate the hot steaming pancakes bathed in thick golden maple syrup, which were delish by the way. The waitress did not give me a good vibe, but I smiled and thanked her.

Walking out into the parking lot, under the careful scrutiny of a few men who were driving trucks for my father's trucking company. I smiled politely as they stared at my tits then walked backwards watching my ass.

"Just drop me at the bar. I will walk from there." I say as I step over the seat and take my place on the bike. The seat hot from the morning sun burns my thighs as I open my legs for him to sit. I smile and pat the seat for him to like I am encouraging my dog.

 

[Homerun2611]

I watch her reaction and I can't help but laugh. "What the fuck are you worrying about girl, your dealer, boyfriend, whatever the fuck is into me for so much money and so fucking scared I am going to make an example of him, he doesn't take a shit, without first asking my permission. If he causes any trouble just let me know, it will stop or he will." My statement was fact, he wouldn't do shit, but it was also for her, we were playing, having fun, but she didn't want to see the shit get real.

If I thought her first comment was funny, the second was fucking hilarious. I had just taken a bite of my fried eggs and potatoes, and she was lucky I didn't spit it out all over her presumptous face. "What the fuck makes you think that grand is yours? Last night you rode in my stable..." I pulled out a roll of nearly $5,000 and first pulled off three hundreds, looked at her, and pulled off $400 more. Okay, here is how it works, when I set the mark, and you just fulfill the contract, the girl gets 40% the house gets 60. I'm the house....." I saw what looked like a combination of disappointment and anger, but that was the deal, and by most pimping standards generous. Now, of that 60, ten usually goes to the muscle...since last night that was me...I won't double dip...but you upped it another $500, and there you keep 80%."

I handed her the two, the one, and the four hundred dollar bills as discussed, her first earnings as a sex worker, or so I assumed. We were nearly through and finished the food quiet. "Right now....I like you riding with me...but if you want some cash...I will arrange dates....a girl like you might just fetch a thousand a throw."

We hopped on the bike and I felt her wrap around me, I liked it. I was actually a little sad our "first date" was over. You tell me where you want to be dropped, probably scared what people might think if they knew how you spent your night...I wonder if anyone but Benny even knew you went to that bar. I have other ideas.

The morning air felt great as we flew down the backroads, wearing Raybans and a bandanna around my hair. We turn onto the highway back to her place, I felt her tap me on the shoulder as I didn't even slow down as we passed the exit to the bar. Turning around so she could hear me, "Uh uh, baby girl....you don't get to just go back, you are mine until I say you aren't." I stop at the light and reach back grabbing your phone. I dial in my number and call my phone, click end. "Just so we can find each other." I go and stop at the entrance to campus. "Okay college girl, you're home.....I can drop you here...or take you to your place...your call?"

I turn around and wrapped my strong arm back around her waist and pulled her in for a long and passionate kiss, not giving a shit who saw. "Either way...Thursday night Delgado's...make it 11 or so....you don't want to stand me up..."

I didn't really care if she let me take her home or not....I had come to her world...and made it clear...we would be seeing each other again...soon....and I didn't have to say it...but.. it would be hot!

 

[wickedpen]

I got back to my room and locked the door having gotten off the bike, the seat wet from my fucked up over active libido riding against Nick.

"Fuck. fuck. fuck." I chanted in a angry, annoyed at myself kind of way. I showered and replayed the nights events as the water washed the night off me.

I just wrapped a towel and went to my couch and turned on the TV.. There he was, the Governor, looking spry as a school boy with a giant pair of scissors cutting a ribbon to open a day care center. I looked at him, like it was some surreal hallucination, but it was the same man who I had fuck me doggystyke last night. Every wrinkle and age spot, "fuck" I sighed wishing I had a cigarette. It was almost noon so a beer was not completely out of line,considering.

After my second beer I was flying in the physical, and thinking of Nick and the hammock, still in my towel, I started to feel more body than mind laying on the couch.

"God he was big and strong," I thought running my hand down my subtly rippled abs. Down my short blond mound as the image of the Governor, with so much power, yet wanting nothing more than to fuck me. I loved being desired, almost intoxicating for me, and it did not matter terribly who it was as long as they really wanted me.

The week went and Thursday came quickly, and slowly as I dressed in the only sexy thing I really had with me, a little black dress a size too small and barely long enough to be worn in public. I did my hair but subtle, and my makeup accentuated but did not paint. Expecting a wild night I did not want a face or dress full of make up.

She had never been to Delgado's and only knew it was expensive and not the nicest place in the world, certainly not for a young woman. The Uber driver understood this and let me know with a smile in the rear view mirror, when he picked me up, dressed as I was and where I was going.

As we neared the restaurant he asked, "so how much?" with another glance in the mirror I knew was asking like I was a whore.

"More than you got." I said annoyed and stepped out and put my hand into the enormous palm of the valet. He was a mountain of a black man in a black coat and white shirt and was as big as the building, sending the Uber driver off without even a look.

"Let me help you mam." the black man said lifting her with the pinch of his fingers as he opened the nondescript door to a large brick building with no windows. The small burgundy awning over the door had "Delgado's" written in white script. I stepped into the blackness feeling so alive.

 

[Homerun2611]

As I rode back home after dropping her off, I replayed the last 24 hours plus and I found myself smiling, something I had almost forgotten how to do. I also realized I had come on a little strong with the whole, "you belonged to me" shit. I had forgotten how to actually deal with women, it was obvious. The women back at my little compound were barely alive, willing to sell their bodies for their next fix, they were beyond saving and I didn't try. But I had treated her like one of them, they only understood fear and gratification, and if not fearing the ramifications of their actions they would quickly find someplace to shrivel up and die.

That was not her, she was not them, she had a wild streak, an experience that she could remember when she was 40 and married to some accounting partner, slowly withering away of boredom, she was not looking to become another empty shell of a woman in my posse of whores, or my staff as I referenced them on my tax returns.

I had to laugh, I had made a date, more of a threat, but we both knew it was hollow, and I put it at even money at best she would show up. I hadn't met a real girl in a long time...and even if I was only going to be her dirty little secret...I had no problem with making memories. I was almost back home when my phone rang, and I clicked my bluetooth, it was the Governor.

"Who was she...and what does she cost for a weekend...I mean to travel?" I heard children in the background, "Where the fuck are you...and who do you mean?" He was at some children's charity event trying to arrange a hooker for the weekend, except I knew he wanted, and she was no whore, she had only played one, once at my bidding."

Last night it had been a kick, a cheap thrill, testing her boundaries, today in the daylight, she was something that I wasn't sure exactly what, but I had no interest in leasing her out, at least I didn't think so. "You mean the bitch from last night..." I was a tough guy, a guy who intimidated even the Governor, "...I don't know, I picked her up in a bar and dumped her...she isn't a pro." I was lying, something I had become an expert at. "Shit...she was hot...and she said something that..." I knew what she said, but I was done with this conversation. "Sorry, but she is history...I've got others, there is a new 18 year old, Russian...you know Russians!"

The rest of the week was business as usual, but Thursday I was there...I was even wearing a suit and an open collar dress shirt that fit my body like a glove. I laughed at myself, I had actually thought about what I should wear...and in all likelihood to get stood up, but there would be other options.

I was at a table in the back surrounded by people interested the white powder party that stood in a small mound on the table in front of me. There were young model types, malnourished and vacuous, latino men, on the hunt, and the music was rocking as the lights flashed in the otherwise dark confines. I looked up and saw her as she approached, she had dressed as I asked, "Good Girl!" I looked up and winked, I had a feeling she would be pleased at the party favor...."Want a hit?" I let my eyes really enjoy the trip up and down her body, "You look good! Come over by me..." and I pushed the girl on my left out of the way to clear a space for Pixie...

 

[wickedpen]

I was genuinely nervous as I walked into what can only really be described as a den of hedonistic desire. It was intoxicating, beyond it's liquor and coke, which was abundant apparently as my greatest weakness called to me from the table.

I did not say anything as Nick called for me to join him. "want a hit?" he offered.

I nodded, unable to speak words as the women burned holes through me as the competition and the men, well they wanted something else of me in their eyes.

I leaned down and took a rolled hundred and sniffed a line.

"Wow!" I though as I nearly stumbled it was so good.

"You look good. Come over by me" Nick said looking amazing in his suit and his power. No one questioned him or threatened him. He made room pushing another woman away from him , like she was a dog he was done with. I slid onto the dark leather next to him as my head buzzed and my body surged with coke and desire as his hand touched my shoulder.

"Thanks" I managed looking at him, ready to do anything he asked if only I could get back in that hammock and make him smile, if even for a that singular moment when he comes with me.

I looked around and took it in as a waitress brought me a flute of champagne. They may be trashy drug dealers and pimps but they live it up like the rich. I downed the champagne quickly as his hands explored my back and thigh.

"So what's the plan Nick?" I said with a faked confidence as I eyes another line and some more champagne would be nice.

 

[Homerun2611]

There weren't many places I didn't feel comfortable and in control. It is some odd middle class rationale that believes guys running local drug and prostitutions rings are paranoid and looking over their shoulder. I had more cops and politicians in my pocket than I knew what to do with, after all, I owned the toys all the other kids wanted to play with.

As long as I didn't sell to kids, and helped keep the streets safe of guys shooting each other on the evening news, I could pretty much do what I wanted. Almost no where was that more true than here, in this club, there was no place in here I hadn't visitied and enjoyed, no where I couldn't take temporary residence.

Yet, I felt some uncertainty and butterflies waiting for her. It wasn't anything romantic, I was not an idealist. She was different though, different in the way she felt, different in the way she fucked, different...and in a good way. So as she bent over, letting my enjoy the view all the way down to her mound, I smiled, complimented her, and made room for her next to me.

I didn't tell her I was surprised to see her, why let her know I even contemplated her disobeying, but I was pleased, very pleased. I laughed at her reaction to the coke, "I only sell and do the good stuff!" And I let my eyes travel over her to enjoy the double meaning. I ignored her gratitude. "I take it you are still experimenting on the other side...sort of like Hemingway fighting and running with the bulls?" I saw her surprise at the literary reference. I had doubled in English lit and Engineering at the Academy. I liked Hemingway, Kerouac and Faulkner and had read and studied all of their works, but Hemingway was my favorite, I liked his men, their stoic strength. Each of us in life wear masks, I had found those inspired by Hemingway fit me best.

I looked around, as she asked the plan, and then put my arm around her, signaling to all that their appreciation should be directed elsewhere. I leaned into her ear..."Well since we left the hammock I have been thinking about fucking you..." I picked her up with one hand and tossed my jacket on the couch. My shirt was practically pained on me, but I thoght she saw the handle of the saturday night special in my breast picket as I tossed it where we sat.

"you leaving that?" She asked, not sure if she meant the gun or the coke..."no one will touch them...they are mine...and we'll be back." We were headed down a dark hall, "Where we going?" She asked but didn't sound scared, excited maybe, but not scared. I liked that....I suddenly pressed into a door and we were in the ladies room, opening the stall door and locking it behind us. "The governor called asking for you..." I said and left it there as our lips locked and I pulled up the hem of her very, very short dress!

 

[wickedpen]

Jesus! The pure testosterone musk of the guy and place had my thighs wet, add a hit of coke and some bubbly and I was wrapped around his waist holding the top of the walls of the stalls as he drove his hard on into me.

"Fuck that's good!" I spit as I hissed at him, swinging myself into his hands There is no pretense. He wanted me and, yeah I wanted him. I wanted to feel that gritty anger rage into me.
I was so fucking horny after a week of solos it was not even funny.

After my first orgasm I turn and take you from behind like a whore in a toilet, and I was loving it. I did appreciate he kept his place clean, I remember thinking as i looked down at the sparkling white tile floor and porcelain toilet.

We fucked in silence for a few minutes just enjoying the sensations. Not finding the promised land for my hung new boyfriend I turned back and let him pin me between him and the door.

"So the Governor huh?" I asked as he was big inside me. I was having a tough time but it was so fucking nasty.

"You're gonna take firsts tonight huh?" I whimpered laying my face on his suit jacket, his hips quickening and i knew he was close. I felt him stiffen and squeezed him tight as I could as he forced his demon spawn seed into me.

I think even he was surprised how hard he came, losing his endlessly macho swagger for just a moment as the Endorphins reigned down him.

"Well that was a good start." I smile at him as I return his drenched cock to his slacks and zip him up. I stand and make a serious face, "but there is business right?" in the tone of a tough guy.

 

[Homerun2611]

I fucking loved it, not a bit of hesitation, using the cramped space to enjoy every position possible. I did not know much about her, except the college girl like to fuck hard, fuck dirty, and most definitely fuck me! She had me unzipped immediately, and looked in my eyes as I lifted her, "Rip them off, I won't need 'em right...easy access!" I wasn't sure if it was an act or really her, it didn't really matter, except I wanted it to last. We wee in there 20 minutes, non stop aggression and release.

I hadn't fucked anyone since the hammock, hadn't really thought about it, but the minute she walked in and sat down, I needed it now. My body alive, and I hadn't even had the coke yet. "Yeah he called, he wanted you to be his weekend whore...I preferred you were mine. Disappointed? I can get you a flight." We never broke stride taking out our needs on each other discussing her admirers. If she really did want to turn tricks, she could make a fortune. "Firsts and seconds, maybe all..." But then I looked, "Did you want to be shared?" I don't know why I was being possessive, maybe because she was that fucking good, and some, hell most of these guys were nasty....but maybe that is what she was here for?

She was small but mighty, and insatiable. Cumming again and again, but working and working me until I released and then riding me until I was empty. I liked being inside her, enjoying her at ever angle, and as I pulled out, my cock still drenched in our cum, I planned for it not to be long before I was back inside. She zipped me up.

"Yes there is business, you ready?...my associates are dangerous, make no mistake. The women too, most would sell their mother for a hit." I wanted it to sink in. I was going to bring her in, but this was not a game, and if she thought it was, she could get fucked up before I even pulled my gun, let alone got to her.

"I have distributed enough samples now it is time to close sales. You want to work the girls...or any guy that grabs your ass. Dixie this stuff is a pure as you can get, $200 per gram, you can negotiate a bit, but this is good shit, you tried it, they know it. You want to do business, tonight you are in retail? They will come to you, they know you are with me, they will think you are an easier touch...don't go away with anyone if I can't see you...but if you do...you are on your own..."

We were back at the table and I took her purse and put $5,000 worth of merchandise in it. , and then I gave her a long, hot kiss, marking my claim. I whispered in her ear, "I don't need to tell you what a bad decision it would be to skim from the house right? Right now princess you are riding with me...but I am not holding your hand...and if you decide to ride somewhere else...then well, it's been nice...just don't fucking leave with the money..." I looked around, and back at her, I had no idea if this was a good idea or not, but I liked that she was here....more than I thought I would. "Do you need to be back tomorrow?"

 

[wickedpen]

"Retail? Seriously?" I said looking at Nick who was stunned. I was objecting to this mountain of a man who I had just fucked, pushing my luck into crazy town. "I am talent. I don't collect money? You fucking like this,": I said running my hands up and down as if displaying myself, stopping at my hips and pointing basically to my pussy. "Get one of these hags to sling your hash." I say looking up into his flared nostrils as the anger in him was a fly twitch from sending me into a wall like a superhero flicking a child.

Let us remember I am from wealthy people and have next to know appreciation for much. Survival has practically been bred out of my family as money replaces everything. As absurd as this notion may sound that is the mind set I was coming from. This was all a game. If I get arrested, so what, my family will send the attorneys. I am the black sheep, the wild child and I had found the wild and was running with it. I was Lara Dern from Wild at Heart or Juliette Lewis in Natural Born Killers, and I was riding this bitch as far as this mind, these tits and ass could get me.

"Maybe we should see what the Gov is really willing to pay..." I said submissively dropping my eyes and seeing his erection in his pants, clearly turned on by strong emotions, good and bad.

I reached out and rubbed my palm softly over the expensive material covering the massive piece of nerve endings. Looking up with my soften eyes and pouting lips I asked, "OK?"

 

[Homerun2611]

At first I enjoyed her reaction, a bit like when she negotiated her price up the first night. Not so much troubled at being a whore, just offended to be a cheap one. “Excuse me...” I offered, mindful of eyes watching, and understanding the implications of any show of weakness, even to a girl, most were aware I had just taken in the back to fuck.

But she doubled down, "I am talent. I don't collect money? You fucking like this, ...Get one of these hags to sling your hash." I turned and faced her, she was no longer amusing, having crossed the fine line between sexy and an Increasingly unnecessary pain in my ass!

She looked into my eyes, it should have been all the warning she needed, but she apparently didn’t notice, or was too spoiled and stupid to realize, but she couldn’t help poke the bear, never thinking about the fact there was no cage restraining me. "Maybe we should see what the Gov is really willing to pay...OK?"

Yes, Despite myself, I was hard, really fucking hard, the rush of anger only made me more so. That was her talen, but tunrning my hand, palm up, I cupped my hand and grabbed her other talent, the one she had so liberally flaunted. The grip was firm and controlling. She at least new better than to pull back, for given the firmness as I held her, she may we’ll have parted without it.

“Yes, I fucking know your talent, Think you’d be here if I didn’t? Apologize to my ladies...” of course I was referring to the hags, as she had called them, not an incorrect assessment, but one I couldn’t let stand. These women were imperative to my operation, and no piece of ass, no matter how good was worth getting them all pissy. I waited their glaring. At her and waiting for her response.

“Now, if that is really the talent you eant to sell tonight, there is a much better market than the politicians.” Letting go of her pussy, I stepped bac and took a picture of her on my phone. I lifted it to my ear, having called a number on speed dial. “Corinna...I’ve got a treat...a new girl..wait while I send you a pic...” I sent the picture and waited. “I thought you would, I’ve got a little business to finish here at Delgado’s...” I looked at my watch, it was 10:30, “How about midnight?...Depends on what you want...oh you bad girl...we’ll discuss that when we get there....yeah, I bet you would!”

I was laughing as I hung up, looking at Daisy, “Okay talent, looks love you are back on stage tonight...”