Fine I’ll let you pimp me out.

“OK, OK, I’ll do it, just turn that off.”

Teresa smiles and evil grin not suited for her age. “I have lots of friends who will get the word out, if anyone wants a piece of you, they just have to talk to me.”

The two of you exchange numbers. Back home, you can’t stop pacing back and forth in your room. Your phone rings at 7 PM sharp, and without even looking at the number you know who it is. You don't want to pick it up, in fact you just want it to stop ringing, you want her to just give up. But you know she won't. Even if you don’t answer, you'd need to leave the house at some point, and the interaction you already had with this girl today tells you she’s not to be trifled with.

You answer the phone. Teresa, without any greetings, tells you that someone will be coming by to pick you up by the forest down the street form my house. You sneak down the street with no one noticing, but don’t know what to look for, exactly. Almost immediately after you arrive, a black sedan with tinted windows turns the corner and approaches, slowing to a stop right next to you. The passenger window rolls down, and you stoop down to look inside. The girl doesn't look familiar, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. Anxious about this whole situation, your throat closes up and you can't even ask if she's the one you're waiting for. Luckily, she opens her mouth to answer that for you.

“I’m Brenda, are you Doug?” she asks.

You nod your head and she motions to the door. "Well then get in! We don't have all day!"

You don't bother questioning her further. It occurs to you that she's probably done this before with other guys. You figure you might as well just follow her lead, for now at least. At least that way this whole thing will be over as quickly and as easily as possible. You hop into the car without another word, and Brenda begins driving off before you even have a chance to put your seat belt on. Brenda doesn't speak for a little while, so you take the time to look her over. Her hair is in a bun and her skin so dark it’s hard to see her features even though it's midday and there isn't a cloud in the sky. She looks fit, with perky C cup breasts divided by her seat belt. She's wearing a blue tank top with tight black yoga pants, and you can see the bulge from her cock outlined in her pants. You feel butterflies fluttering around incessantly in your stomach as you look at this gorgeous girl. This is really happening, you think, I’m really going somewhere to be pimped out!

“Where are we going?” You break the silence between you and my driver.

Without taking her eyes off the road, she tilts her head back and answers.