Working for the man

You work hard as a prostitute and as your reputation rises, so does the number of your clients. You seem to have a special effect on sleazy 50 year olds, who are particularly fond of your round tight young ass and your cherry lips. You suppose it has to do with deep rooted complexes. Still, you don't complain as they ravish your young body as they are your most generous clients.

You even have a handful of regular clients, paying for your favours at least once a week. The money you earn is enough for a rich life, but to your resentment, Max comes by daily, either on his own or accompanied by a big thug, and takes away most of your earnings, forcing you to live in relative poorness. Interestingly enough, he doesn't seem to have the slightest interest in you sexually, he barely even touches you. You always had the idea that pimps sexually abused their girls. This man is either a gentleman or a very professional man, who doesn't want to harm his merchandise.

One of your busiest nights, you are approached by a tall athletic guy, a guy you'd slobber all over if you had met him in a proper bar. You'd normally not advertise your body, being so tired after a night of hard work, but you think to yourself that he is worth the try. You flash him your tits, saying "Hey, there handsome, you like what you see?". He obviously does as he stops dead in his tracks and then takes you by the hand asking "Where do you want it, babe?"

You take him by the hand and lead him back to your alley. He immediately tries to push you down on your knees but you resist saying "That would be 50 dollars darling. And if you like that, it won't cost you a lot to have me any way you like". The guy keeps pushing you down, more eager now that the prospect of a good lay is so close to him. "C'mon honey, I'm so horny right now! Let's do it and I'll give you the money after we're done. I can't wait anymore" he says and you have to decide how to deal with this customer soon