Role play harder

{if SYNOPSIS = true}

//Talk to Kaitlyn like a pimp would. Keep her in character.

{elseif FINAL = true}

I hold the door open for her. “Good afternoon, Amber.” Her eyes flicker as she realizes the game very much still on. “Let me inspect you. Spin around slowly.”

Kaitlyn bats her eyes then replies in character. “Yes, sir.” She does a slow twirl in the outdoor sun. She looks very sexy. The exposed shoulder, back and waist show enough to entice, but still looks very classy. I feel a momentary pang of jealousy toward Lewis. I reject the feeling and focus on what she needs to do. "I got ready as fast as I could. The shoes aren't a perfect match, but my husband practically pu--"

“Don’t waste my time with your personal matters. I'm a busy man," I interrupt. Her mouth hangs like I had just slapped her. She recalibrates and makes a sly grin. That's right, Amber. Get with the program. "Do you have rubbers with you?"

"Sure, I have one from--"

"You should have more than one. This client claims to have one too, but don't use it if it looks beat up. You should put it on the client to be sure."

She nods without conviction. “Yeah, okay..."

"Come here." She steps closer to me, back in the building's shadow. I lean down and reach my hand between her legs. She squeaks in surprise as I rub her lace panties. "You don't need these. Unless a client specifically requests them, they are just in the way. Take them off."

"Here?" She can't quite hide her incredulity. There are narrow flower beds and some dwarf trees along either side of the entrance, but not enough cover to feel protected. I don't bother answering.

She steps past me, back into the building, glances back and forth, then hikes up her tight dress to get access to her panties. I enjoy the color rising up her neck. "This guy..." She hooks her panties and starts yanking them down. "He isn’t some slob is he?” She steps out of them and holds them out to me, trying to smooth her dress back down with the other hand.

I let the door clack closed behind me as I reach out with my left hand, brushing her arm aside and griping her jaw firmly. Her eyebrows squirm. “It’s my job to look out for you." I run my thumb over her soft red lips. "Your job is to fuck whoever I tell you to fuck. Understand?"

She nods, her dress still bunched at her hips and pussy exposed.

"This is a special client." Her lips passively separate as I push my thumb inside. "You are going to blow him and fuck him like a good whore, aren't you?"

She nods. "Um-hmm." She starts to suck on my thumb obediently, although her eyes subtly flash reactions of annoyance, anger and arousal.

"He has paid in advance for those services because I vouched for your skills. If you disappoint him, you disappoint me. Understand?" I slide cash between her breasts, then take the panties from her.

"Um-hmm." She sucks my finger harder. I withdraw it with a satisfying pop.

"That's a good girl." I smack her bare ass, wishing I had time to plow her right there. She digs the money out of her cleavage as she opens the door, sneering she realizes that she is being valued at the level of a five dollar whore.

{else}Play in game mode.{endif}