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Chapter 2 by corran25 corran25

Where to begin?

Meeting friends

Christy made it downtown with only one contact phone number and three attempts to grab her, which she deftly avoided. Her friends Susan and Kelly were waiting for her at the mall, dressed to "advertise", as her father put it, but not the same way. Susan was dressed in a tight suit jacket with nothing beneath and knee length skirt which was slit to the hip, exposing her lack of underwear and that her stockings were held up by a lace garter. Kelly was a bit more blunt wearing only a leather thong to cover her nipples and a pair of exceedingly tight and high cut jean shorts, showing off the crotch of her fishnet panties.

"Kelly, you're slut." Christy frowned at her friend in distaste.

Kelly grinned and stood hipshot, almost exposing her crotch. "That's what the plan is, at least. Besides, like your pimp says, it pays to advertise." She winked broadly at a passing man who was giving her an appreciative look and tentatively reaching for his wallet before moving along.

Christy blushed. "My dad, Kelly. That's what my DAD says."

Susan cocked her head to the side. "Dad, pimp, what does it matter? My husband pimps me out and I have no issue with it. Doesn't he take care of the income from both you and your mom?"

Christy blushed further. "Mom hasn't been paid in three years... She made enough when she was younger for dad to invest... We've been living off of those investments since."

Kelly smirked. "So you're the only piece of ass that gets paid in that house? You lucky bitch, you. I have to compete with mom, my two sisters, AND my aunt."

Susan frowned at the exposed curve of Christy's ass. "Chris, did you try to wear panties again?" Christy blushed slightly and nodded, making Susan sigh. "Chris, you KNEW he would take them off of you... Why don't you go with an outfit more like mine where its less obvious. He doesn't check you before you go out, you said so. My pimp feels me up before I go ANYwhere, so he knows what I do, or don't, wear before streetwalking."

Christy shrugged, making her blouse open slightly further, and looked around. "Where should we go first?"

First destination

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