Authors: Ella Price
I
shrugged. “He was an ass, I am not really looking forward to it,” I said as I
pulled the necklace out it was a black onyx pendant with a pink stone and the
initials JQ on it in silver cursive letters on a delicate silver chain.
“What
is this for?” I asked looking at Naomi.
She
looked at the necklace. “It is your pendant so other pimps know who your pimp
is should you run into one. Trust me it is for protection, no one messes with
Quinn’s girls. Oh and the pink stone signifies what you do it means you are
just an escort. It is so if someone sees you and likes you they know how far
you will go and they can request you.”
I
nodded and quickly stuffed it in my purse, it made me feel like I was owned and
I didn’t like that feeling.
By
the time we went back to our apartment it was ten. I went to my room. I found
the dress I was looking for. It was a black dress. It was designed for
stripping. It was a tank dress that pushed my breasts up. It had a disguised
zipper down the middle. It looked like just a seam and there were two other
seems on the front of the dress. I found my boots and smiled at the thought
that I used to call them hooker boots. They went to my knee and were soft black
leather. I sat down on my bed and wondered if I was doing the right thing. I
needed money and it wasn’t like I was an actual hooker. I tossed my outfit on
the chair and decided to call it a night.
I
woke up the next morning and did my normal routine for a Saturday. I went for a
run then studied the rest of the day. At five I started getting ready. I
showered and blew dried my hair into a mass of tumbling curls. I pinned my hair
up and I put makeup on. Then I put black, silk, tie on panties, matching bra, a
garter, and thigh highs. I wasn’t planning to show them to anybody but it went
well with the outfit and made me feel sexy as hell. I added my boots and the
necklace and I was ready to go.
At
seven there was a knock on the door. I grabbed my coat and put it on. I
answered and a man in a black suit was standing there. “Miss Blake?” he asked
in a business like tone.
“Are
you the guard?” I asked and smiled. He looked like he could use someone being
friendly to him. He was handsome, but he looked like he was all business.
He
smiled faintly. “Edward is fine mam.”
“Well
then Thea is fine for me,” I said and walked out past him.
He
followed me and held the door to a town car open. I climbed in and he set off.
I was nervous about seeing Quinn for some reason. One side of my brain was
trying to tell me I didn’t like him and the other was screaming at me for not
liking such a good looking man.
The
car pulled up to a popular club that I would have never gotten into on my own.
It was for people with a lot of money. Edward held the door for me. I climbed
out and he gave the key to the valet. I walked inside and Edward directed me
toward a set of stairs. I went up the stairs and back down a hallway to a
private room. I had to talk myself into this as I went. I pep talked myself
until I was at the door. Edward opened the door and I went inside.
Quinn
was sitting on a couch. He had his hand over the back of the couch, but it was
slightly outstretched and his long legs were in front of him. His hair was a
mess of golden curls and his dark blue eyes were sparkling like he was up to no
good. He was wearing a silk dress shirt and black dress pants.
“Well
if it isn’t my pimp daddy,” I said smiling and trying to make light of the
situation. Edward took my coat. I could hear Edward stifle a laugh and Quinn
smiled.
“Miss
Blake you always have something to say do you not?” Quinn asked amused.
I
sighed as I strutted toward him. I had to put on a show and impress him. I was
beginning to think this job could do me some good. “It keeps things
entertaining Quinn,” I said and grinned.
He
looked me over as I walked toward him. Starting at my face and resting on my
breasts before going lower. “I like the boots,” he said and smiled.
“Yes
they are my hooker boots, I thought they would be fitting,” I said and amused.
He
laughed. “Please sit down,” he said indicating the seat next to him.
I
sat down and crossed my knees allowing the dress to ride up on one thigh and
expose my thigh high and garter.
He
tisked. “Miss Blake, you are cruel,” he said amused and took a sip of his
drink.
“You
are rude for not offering me a drink; perhaps now we are even,” I said
playfully.
He
waved to Edward without speaking and Edward disappeared then his eyes were back
on me. “Charlotte informs me you are a dancer,” he said and smiled
mischievously.
“Mmm,
I am but I will not dance for clients,” I said firmly.
“What
about for me Miss Blake?” He looked at me with dark eyes. I could see the lust
behind them and it made me shift nervously.
“Why
Quinn if I danced for you, you would keep me all for yourself and not let me do
my job,” I said smiling.
His
expression darkened but he smiled. “Miss Blake I highly doubt you have the
skill to keep a man like me interested for long,” he said smoothly. It was an
insult for sure, but I didn’t falter. I wasn’t going to let him win.
“That
sounds like what a scared man would say,” I said playfully.
His
eyebrows shot up, and he was going to reply but closed his mouth when Edward
came in and brought me a glass of wine and Quinn a fresh drink.
Once
Edward left again Quinn’s eyes were on me. “Perhaps you don’t dance because you
can’t, it is one thing to say something another to do,” he countered.
I
raised my eyebrows. He was a pain in the ass and he was pushing my buttons and
I didn’t liked it. I got up and moved an arm chair by itself and stood next to
it. “If you dare Quinn,” I said indicating the chair.
He
watched me, then looked at his drink and downed it. He stood up and walked over
to the chair and sat down. “Do your worst Miss Blake,” he said amused.
The
music was loud enough for me to dance to. I stood in front of him and let my
hair down. “Quinn the rules are the same as if you were in a professional club.
No touching only looking. Be a good boy,” I said playfully.
I
loved dancing and even though I was nervous as hell I was hiding it well.
“Of
course, please begin. I am normally very naughty, but you don’t have to worry it
is not as if there is anything worth touching,” he said amused. His insult just
drove me to dance even more. I wanted to prove to him I was sexy.
I
slowly began to dance for him and he smiled. I moved my hips and went lower to
the floor then back up slowly. I slowly pulled the zipper of the dress down the
front and his eyes widened. “Why Quinn are you surprised you get to see my
panties?” I cooed sweetly.
He
grinned and his blue eyes danced with amusement. “I do believe you have a
Southern accent Miss Blake, you have no idea how sexy that is.” I could tell he
was trying to hide the excitement in his voice.
I
slid the dress to the ground and slowly straddled him facing him leaving my
feet on the floor. I put my arms around his neck. I was annoyed when he didn’t
have an erection. I never had to do much to get a man going.
He
smiled as if reading my mind. “Miss Blake it takes more than black panties to
get me going,” he whispered.
“Oh?”
I said leisurely and lowered myself backwards arching my back over his knees so
my body was outstretched in front of him. It took a lot of stretching and yoga
to do this and he was acting like it was no big deal. My breasts strained
against my bra threatening to pop out. I heard him suck in air making me smile.
I finally got some form of reaction from him. I sat back up and grinned as I
ground into him.
He
was doing well at keeping a straight face. “Nicely done but not enough,” he
said still smiling.
I
decided to up the ante. I unclasped my bra and tossed it aside and let my
breasts fall free. His eyes went to them then back to my face. “Well your
opinion, I am sure you have one?” I whispered as I ground against him. I felt
the first signs of an erection. I smiled and leaned back again allowing my
breasts to jut out for him to admire.
“They
are adequate.” His voice was just a whisper. His eyes were wide and I was giddy
that I was getting the upper hand.
I
sighed and stood in front of him. I had the upper hand, but I would lose it if
I didn’t up the ante even more. His eyes remained on my breasts. “Tell me Quinn
how do you like a woman’s pussy?” I asked playfully.
His
eyes shot to mine and he looked startled. He opened his mouth then smiled.
“Shaved, completely shaved,” he whispered.
“Well
I suppose it is your lucky day,” I whispered and pulled the string and the
panties fell to the floor leaving me in just my boots and garter. I didn’t know
why I was pushing the limit. Something about him made me crazy. He made me want
him to touch me.
His
eyes went directly to my pussy then back to my face. I could see the tension in
his jaw. I slowly moved toward him. “You can beg for mercy before I proceed
Quinn,” I said as I continued to move my hips to the beat of the music.
He
grinned wickedly. “I will not beg for anything,” he said amused. He had a full
erection now and I smiled. I turned away from him so he could get a full view
of my backside. I slowly bent over in front of him as if I was retrieving
something in a sexy way and I heard him gasp again. I don’t know what got into
me but I was enjoying this. His eyes were devouring me and he made me
feel so sexy. My thighs were damp and I wanted to go further.
I
slowly straightened and sat back in his lap facing forward. I leaned back
against his chest and arched my back so my breasts jutted out as ground my ass
into him earning me a groan. I stood up when he was good and bothered and I
went behind him. “Done already Miss Blake?” he asked breathlessly.
“Not
even close,” I whispered behind him. I used the back of the chair and did a
move I perfected. I did a hand stand on the back of the chair.
“Jesus
Christ,” he whispered.
I
slowly lowered my body over him, I could feel his hot breath on my pussy as I
slowly slid down his face. My body didn’t touch him, but I was close enough for
him to feel the heat of my skin. His breath came in quick pant over my belly
then my breasts. I slid down his chest until I was eye to eye with him. I was
close just hovering above his lips. He was completely intoxicated and I gave
myself a mental pat on the back. “Ready to beg yet?” I asked amused.
He
watched me his blue eyes burning with need. “I want to taste your pussy,” he
whispered.
I
giggled and threw my head back as I ran my hands over my breasts. “I don’t hear
you begging,” I teased and looked at him. He was gripping the chair arms and
his jaw set. He looked annoyed and I wasn’t sure if I had crossed a line, but I
was going to push it further. I was turned on and so was he, now it was a battle
of who would give in first.
“Quinn,
I am getting awful bothered I really wish you would get it over with and beg
me,” I whispered in the best southern accent I could manage. I pushed forward
so the only thing between his hard cock and my pussy was the cloth of his soft
slacks.
His
eyes darkened with lust. “Please,” he said almost too low for me to hear.
I
smiled and nimbly stood on the chair arms so my pussy was near his face again.
He buried his face between my thighs and I moaned as his tongue went to work.
Part of me was screaming at me asking me what I was doing and the other part
was begging him so do naughtier things.
He
was gripping my ass and I was moaning and rocking as he licked and sucked me
into a moaning fit. I never imagines letting a man near me like this, but it
was intoxicating. I could feel his tongue inside me driving me wild. He latched
onto my clit and sucked until I came apart. I had never had an orgasm before
and it was an awesome feeling. My body was humming and I could barely think straight.
I
yelped when he picked me up suddenly and dropped me on the couch. He looked
annoyed, turned on, and I don’t know what else but he was sexy as hell.
“Miss
Blake you have proven your point, now get dressed,” he growled and marched out
without another word.
I
laid back on the couch panting. I was annoyed that he left, but still happy
that he kind of begged for me. For a virgin I did pretty well. He made it easy
for me to feel sexy. Just his expressions made me heat up. I put my clothes
back on and sat down on the couch crossing my legs like before.
He
came back after a few minutes carrying a new drink. I smiled at him, “Quinn you
ran off awful fast,” I pouted.
“Believe
me Miss Blake it was for your own good,” he said and sat back down in the arm
chair across from me. He watched me as he swished his ice cubes around in his
glass.
“Is
that so?” I asked taking a sip of my wine.
“Yes,
that is so. You have certainly proven your skills, I will set you up for
tomorrow night,” he said smoothly in his usual business like tone.
“Just
a date correct?” I asked amused.
He
smiled. “Yes, he will not get the pleasure I did, not at the price I am
charging anyway.”
I
blushed. “There is no other price date only,” I said firmly.
He
looked at me his expression blank. “Miss Blake, I am curious, how is it you
don’t want to make money with your body but you will give it to me for free?”
I
smiled. “I didn’t give you my body I gave you a taste, you wouldn’t have gotten
much farther than where you were at.”
He
raised his eyebrows and looked at his drink then back at me. “You should go,
Edward is waiting outside the door,” he said quietly dismissing me.
I
sighed and stood, I wasn’t going to argue, I had nothing to argue about. I
didn’t know him and he didn’t know me. We actually didn’t even seem to like
each other.
I
walked out the doors and Edward was there. He helped me into my coat and we
walked outside the club and waited for the car. He held the door for me and I
got inside. He drove me the short distance to my apartment and I said goodbye
and went in.
Naomi
wasn’t home because she was working. The date was a lot briefer then I liked. I
wouldn’t have minded spending more time with him. I palmed my forehead in
annoyance. I couldn’t be thinking like this. He was a pimp for god sakes.