Mr. Benjamin likes tits, especially nipples.

"You mean the next rich bastard who wants to **** me sexually," I answer him in a bitter tone.

Mr. Gray regards me coldly for a moment and says, "I will let that pass, for now, but understand you are coming very close to being punished and you will not like being punished."

"Ok, Ok," I answered him hastily. "Tell me about the rich customer who wants me to be part of his sexual fetish." I did not want my smart mouth and anger to get me more "punishment"; I could only imagine that it would be worse than anything I could imagine. I realized that I must keep my rebellion quiet, seem like I submitted, and wait for my chance.

"Mr. Benjamin likes breasts, women's nipples in particular. He likes to feel them, pinch them, put them in nipple clamps, and even pierce them. He likes long, thick, stiff nipples. When a young woman comes to us with your particular attributes we make them available to Mr. Benjamin for a very large fee. You are perfect. If you please him it will help your cause considerably. I may even overlook your rude behavior earlier."

In my new found wisdom I did not say the nasty thing that popped into my head. Instead I just shook by head in the affirmative, and waited for him to continue.

"Here is your costume for today, he said throwing some clothing and lingerie at me. Get changed and we will get out of here."

I went and changed into the clothes, black leather mini-skirt that barely covered my ass, black leather vest, a black leather bra with cutouts for my nipples, and black crotchless panties. This guy was a real wacko I thought to myself as I changed into my costume for the night. I did not realize how true my thoughts were.

I went back out; my nipples were sticking straight out of the bra and rubbing up against the leather vest. Despite myself if turned me on and I felt every bit like the whore they were making me be.

"You look perfect Mr. Gray said to me and we headed once again out to the car. The drive was similar to the one before. The Car made a long twisty down hill run, and then it was smooth driving like we were on the freeway, very few turns. The drive was a little over a half an hour. Mr. Gray did not say anything to me, and that was fine with me. My hatred of him grew every day.

The car pulled into the drive of another large mansion. "Wait here," Mr. Gray ordered and I was left alone again. Run, a voice in my head screamed. But I did not. I sat and waited.

Mr. Gray came back and gave me my orders. "He is ready for you. His not really concerned with your pleasure, or whether you even are paying attention. All he wants to do is play with your nipples. He will touch, suck, and **** them in many ways. Just tolerate him, and it will be over. He pays us very well, remember that. Now head in the front door and take a right down the hall to the room at the end. He will be waiting for you there. He will want to undress you, just do what he says and don't try to engage him in conversation. I will be right outside the door. Just call out my name if you need me, but I caution you that is only as a last resort. We do not want to disturb our customer needlessly."

I stop out the limo and into the cool night air. I see it is a clear and starless night. I can hear traffic just behind me down the driveway. I could run, maybe get to a car and get a away, or I can complete my job and wait for a better chance. Mr. Gray is still in the car, I don't think he could get to me if I ran, could he?