Farewell Lachelle

We got dressed and left the shop shortly afterwards, leaving the assistant to take care of the soiled, messy sheets on his display bed. I had considered inviting Lachelle to eat with me, but she seemed keen to get back home to let her mom get off to work.

"Here", I said and held out my hand.

"What's this?" she asked incredulously as I dropped all the cash into her hands from the jewellery shop till.

I had mulled over her thoughts on career choice earlier and grimaced a little as I pictured her down at the docks working with her mom in the family prostitution business, and said, "I'm paying to fuck you Lachelle!"

"What?" she repeated, confused, eyes flitting from mine to the pile of cash in her hands. I estimated there was over 500 dollars in it.

"You're my whore", I explained. "Private and personal. If I need a fuck, I'll call you and you come running!" You like this idea! I mentally reinforced.

"Don't go down the docks. If you need cash, call me and I will fuck you. understand?"

"Uh, yeah sure... but you don't have to... I mean this is a lot"!

"Don't worry about it. I'll pay. You're my whore and I'll pay". I repeated.

"Ok sure", she said with a smile, unoffended by my terminology, as everything I said and did was guaranteed to be fine.

"Oh and get your mom to teach you her tricks. In fact, tell your mom I'm going to fuck her too when I come round to your trailer."

"Ok. Thanks", said Lachelle, barely listening, focussing on the fortune in her hands.

"And I expect a discount from her normal rate!" I said, leaving and disappearing up the mall. Fuck, her mom's normal rate was probably 10 dollars a cock.

Lachelle turned and she was gone.

I looked about me with a grin. Who's next?