Nastasha the escort girl

The car is silent for the moment, as you settled in your seat, longs legs crossed as you watch the night life pass by. The girl beside you is tense in your presence, only allowing herself fleeting glances in your direction, at your naked body that occasionally brushes against her thigh.

You smile to yourself, finding her sheepish demeanour endearing, before laying a hand on her shoulder. She's startled, but keeps her gaze forward.

"Look at me". She does so, slowly, looking up at you through wet, fearful eyes.

"What's your name?".

"...Natasha". She replies dutifully, with a thick Eastern-Europe accent.

"And what is this man to you, Natasha?".

"My client. I'm an escort girl, he hires me a few times every month". Her replies are well-spoken, but brief. She has a commendable grasp on her English considering it's a second language, but perhaps not perfect.

"Do you enjoy his company?".

"No, he's bad-tempered and rude. He's terrible in bed, and a violent rat bastard who hit me" she snarls, her gaze lifting to him. He looks visibly frightened as he stares out into the open road, likely worrying he's earned another beating. Maybe he has.

In the meantime, your more interested in hearing Natasha. "You needn't concern yourself with his temper anymore...he's just property now. Why was he here, in the suburbs? And why didn't he see me?".

Her anger quickly drains away, looking down, she's ****, but soon confesses in a quiet voice "he was meeting his coke dealer. He was distracted, made me...suck his cock while he drove...I'm very sorry".

The girl's got a kind heart, despite her occupation; she tried to rush to you out of concern after you were hit, and now she's ashamed of her part in it, or at least terrified of your wrath.

You take pity, and change the subject "this man... he's rich, isn't he? With an expensive home?"

"Several; he was going to take me to his penthouse uptown. It's VERY big, lots of windows, and has a jacuzzi and bar!" She sounds like a child playing real estate, and it's adorable. You think you'll keep her.

"It's going to be my home now, Natasha. That means it'll be yours too. Do you understand?".

Her cheeks redden as her she looks away from you gaze, shifting in her seat a little as she cautiously replies "I am...property, as well?".

"Not in the same way he is. Your former client will be my money pig and errand boy. You'll be much more..." you take a gentle grasp of her chin and guide her to look up at you once more, leaning in close. You can hear her little heartbeat rush as you do, her thighs clenching together, twitching as you rest a cold hand on her thigh.

"Have you ever made love to another woman, Natasha?" You asked, in quiet, sensual tones. Mesmerised, she nods, her her skin pricking with goosebumps, her breathing heavy, her nipples hard against the thin, taut fabric of her dress.

You doubt she's ever been so aroused in her life. Your feeling quite a bit excited as well...having her in the back of a car might not be the classiest of first times, but perhaps you'll indulge yourself regardless...