Pimping with Jason

As you ponder course you decide to take with Sophia you come across a profile online that catches your attention. It’s a type of casting call for prostitutes. A pimp by the name of Jason is searching for women to work for him. Reading his bio you notice that nothing stands out as alarming. Traditional pimp with a wide variety of women both young and old. You think on it.

As you think of it you imagine Sophia dressed in a short skirt, thigh highs, standing on a street corner looking for a random stranger who will pay for her services. Her clean demeaner for a prostitute catching the eye of many men on the street while she scans the area for customers who want to fuck her senseless. You immediately get a hard on thinking about it. Maybe this could be the one you wonder.

(A couple weeks later)

You stand inside a professional looking office. Not what you would’ve expected from a pimp. Ultimately, a door opens and Jason charges through the office door. In person you’re releaved that the only profile seemed accurate. Jason seemed clean, professional, and looks more like a business man than a pimp. He was a young man, maybe in his mid 30s.

“Nice to meet you,” he says as he shakes your hand.

“Nice to meet you as well.” You say. “So, did you look over what I sent you?” You had made sure to send him pictures of Sophia and what you expected out of this whole ordeal. You made sure no information was missed in meeting him.

“I have, and I have to say I’m quite intrigued. It’s not a normal type of request, but if you’re really serious I’m interested in the deal. The amount you requested is quite low for someone as eye catching as her and a whore that has that complexion will make me a lot of money. To be clear, I’ll rent her out to whomever I like as long as they’re willing to pay the fee.”

You catch your breath, “She’s to be a high-class escort. As you remember.”

He replies, “Yes. However, my high-class escorts are based entirely on profit. So if I deem anyone fine to fuck her that’s willing to pay her price then I get the final say.”

You again pause, “Ok, that’s fair; and the other terms I requested?”

“Yes, yes. Condoms are a must, no permanent modifications, and a month-long term. However, I question whether you realize condoms do break. I sure hope she has a secondary plan of birth control.”

“No, she doesn’t. That’s why they are required.” You reply. You notice his look at you judging your response. You had planned to get her an IUD prior to this but the appointment was too far out. So, you got Sophia the pill but it hasn’t quite gone into effect.

“Very well, if we decide to do this, I have my own terms. Sophia is not allowed to talk back to me or any of her clients, she can’t refuse clients without my express permission, and I have full authority of her schedule. This includes how many men she’s with each day, where she goes, and if she can have contact with you.”

You consider what he’s said. You picture Sophia on all fours. Your young sexy wife fucking a disgusting, old, fat man. Not an appealing image but it turns you on in a weird way. Ultimately, she will have lost all control over who she decides to sleep with.

You meet Jason’s eyes. “That’s all fine. Do with her as you like just make sure there’s nothing permanent.”

“So, do we have a deal?”

You ponder the question. This will definitely meet Sophia’s fantasy...