To a private clients place

Without taking her eyes off the path, Brenda tilts her head back and answers, "I'm taking you to your first client."

The butterflies in your stomach worsen at this girl's words, this is really happening. I'm about to become this girl's bitch, not to mention a literal man whore!

Nervously, you ask, "so who is she, my first client?"

Brenda effortlessly tilts her head back once more to answer your question. "Don't know, don't care."

A confused and scared look crosses your face. "What do you mean you don't know?"

She sighs, clearly irritated at your constant stream of questions. "I mean Teresa's the one who booked your gig, I'm just your ride to and from said gig. All I know is where I'm taking you to, not who I'm taking you to. Now, since you can't seem to keep your mouth shut, how about you open it a little wider and show me how skilled you are at sucking cock? After all, a businesswoman should have an intimate knowledge of her product, right?"

You gulp loudly. "Uhh, but won't the client be mad?" You ask.

"Well yeah, if you tell her. But you're not going to do that, because if you do, Teresa and I will punish you, and believe me, you won't like that."

You do as Brenda ordered, opening your mouth as she takes one hand off the wheel to shimmy her pants down and pull out her cock. You spend the rest of the trip attempting to fit as much of her cock into your mouth as you can, finally reaching her climax as you pull up and stop at your destination. You say nothing to her, pretty sure that her earlier "request" to keep your mouth shut is probably still in effect. Of course, that doesn't stop your mind from coming up with all sorts of horrible, degrading yet oddly captivating scenarios of what and who is awaiting your arrival inside that house. Just who is your mysterious client?