"What do you have in the way of sexy clothing?" Abbie asked.
"Not much, Abbie." *SLAP* "Sorry. Pimptress. I have mostly t-shirts and jeans."
"Not nearly enough," Abbie said. "Let's head to the mall, and we'll take this money you just gave me with us."
"But Pimptress, don't you want to use that for tuition?"
Abbie snickered. "Didn't that businessman dad of yours ever teach you anything? You have to spend money to make money. I'm going to invest in my new product. Now let's go. Put your clothes back on." Ellen reached for her bra, and Abbie stopped her now whore by stepping on the girl's hand with her high heel. "Just the jeans and shirt. No need for underwear."
"Yes, Pimptress."
Ellen got dressed and started walking to the door.
"Before we leave," Abbie said, "take this." She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a large vibrator. "On the car ride there, you'll be masturbating but you won't cum. I want you as horny as possible to attract potential customers. I want men to be able to smell the sex on you, and flock to you, so they can negotiate with me."
"But the mall's over an hour away!" Ellen cried.
*SLAP*
"Don't ever talk back to me, ho. Now let's go."
*****
Barely able to walk from having vibed her cunt for over an hour, Ellen stumbled into the mall, followed by Abbie.
"First," Abbie said, "to the piercing parlor. You need a pierced tongue so your mouth can offer better service."
They headed to the piercing parlor and found a large, burly tattooed man behind the counter. Abbie approached. "My ho needs a tongue piercing," she said to the man behind the counter."
"Your ho?"
"That's right."
The man looked Ellen up and down like meat. "Is this a joke or something? I'll pierce the bitch's tongue if you want."
"No joke," Abbie said. "I'm this hooker's pimp."
The man scratched his chin. "Tongue piercings cost 40 bucks," he said. "But if this Asian bitch could accompany me to the storage room, I think we could make the piercing complimentary."
"Look at that, whore," said Abbie. "Our first customer. Do what he wants of you."
"Pimptress, no, it's totally gross in this place."
*SLAP SLAP*
"Bitch, shut your whore mouth and go give this man what he wants, you fucking slut."
Ellen sighed and nearly cried but followed the man - who was twice her size - to the backroom. The man sat down on a crate. "Why don't you get naked, honey," he said to Ellen, phrasing it as a question but voicing it as an order. With no underwear on, it took Ellen not long at all to strip down.
"I like that look," said the man. "Turn around, show me your ass. That's it, bend over. And spread those legs. Delicious. Now come over here and get a taste of this."
Ellen turned around to see that her john had whipped out a cock bigger than she'd ever seen or could even imagine. It was ten inches at least. She didn't know how she could handle it, but she'd been ordered by her Pimptress ... sexy Abbie ... to obey. She'd do it for her Pimptress.
"What is wrong with me?" Ellen thought. "Doing it for Abbie? Doing it so I don't go to jail."
She fell to her knees and licked at the man's swollen head. "Take it in your mouth, whore. That's it. Ohhh, there it is. Deeper. Deeper, bitch."
Ellen had gone about as deep as she could and she wasn't halfway down yet. Her eyes were bulging and her nose was running, but being an inexperienced cocksucker, she was struggling. Until the man pushed her head all the way down on his massive dick, forcing her to choke. She breathed through her nose best as she could until the man was finally ready to cum, and he pulled her off and spilled his seed all over her breasts.
Ellen lay on the floor, panting and gasping for breath. "Eat my cum off your tits," said the man, and Ellen obeyed, discovering, much to her surprise, that she liked the taste of cum.
The man left the storage room, leaving Ellen to quickly gather up her clothes and dress. The man saw Abbie, and said, "Great ho you've got. Why don't you pick out a free pair of earrings while I pierce her tongue?"
So Ellen accompanied the man this time to a piercing booth, and returned with a silver stud through her tongue. Abbie said to her, "Look, ho, a new pair of earrings for me. And I didn't even have to do anything for them!" Ellen could have cried.
"Next," Abbie said, "is your look. We'll have to hit the clothing stores. But let me think. There are two ways I could market my product: skanky street whore or high-class callgirl?"
"Well, Pimptress, I prefer-" *SLAP*
"Shut up, ho. You don't get a preference. You just do what I say. Now come along." |