"What we need," Abbie said, "is customers. Ellen, your father is a businessman. How does one get customers?"
"Advertising, Pimptress?"
"That's right," Abbie said. "We're going to advertise you in the school paper."
Ellen's eyes grew to the size of frisbess.
"Are you crazy? You can't let all of campus know about this!"
*SLAP*
"Shut up, ho. We need to drive customers here and the best way to do that is with a newspaper ad. Don't worry, we'll use subtle language. We'll say: 'Sexy Ellen provides company for gentleman. Offers body contact. No rules or limits. For info, call Abbie at 555-0123.'"
"Yes, Pimptress."
"What we also need," Abbie said, "is a picture of you."
"Oh God, what?"
"How will anyone know if our product is high quality if they can't see it? Now, put on that sexy black teddy in your closet and pose for me."
Ellen obeyed, totally in emotional conflict. She was utterly humiliated, but she'd always wanted Abbie to see her in sexy clothing. Maybe it would spark something sexual between them. So the hot Asian whore offered her best poses as Abbie snapped one after the other. When they were done, she examined them, eventually deciding on a profile photo of Ellen with one hand in her hair, her eyes closed and her mouth open as if in orgasmic ecstasy and her head tilted back.
"Perfect," said Abbie. "This will run in the school paper tomorrow. Hopefully, we'll get customers from it. Now, let's go to bed and see what happens tomorrow."
"Yes, Pimptress."
Abbie slept soundly but Ellen lay awake all night, fantasizing about the humiliations that awaited her. Maybe, she thought, Abbie would be watching her, watching her suck cock and get fucked and moan and scream and cum, and though it would be painfully demeaning, maybe some good would come of it as Abbie would be turned on by it. God, Ellen wanted to turn Abbie on, and the idea of being watched by her hot roommate-turned-pimp had her fingering her wet cunt through the night.
Abbie's cell phone awoke the two girls the next morning. Abbie didn't recognize the number.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Is this Abbie?" said a voice on the other end.
"It is."
"I'm calling about Ellen. I want to use her services. If you're interested, please bring her to apartment 4A on the building at the corner of Chestnut and Smith. Is one hour ok?"
"We'll be there," Abbie said and hung up. "Our first customer," she said to Ellen excitedly. Ellen was frightened and nervous.
"Get up and get dressed, ho," Abbie said. "Wear something sexy. A pink blouse, tight jeans, and a black thong and bra. Better hurry!" |