The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter 4
Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Group Sex, Straight Sex, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Prostitution, Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com
The Devil's Pact by mypenname3000 Edited by Master Ken Copyright 2013, 2014 The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter Four: My Boyfriend is a Pimp Note: This takes place a two a half weeks after the Best Buy Incident, following Jessie Smith. Monday, June 17th, 2013 – Jessie Smith It had been a little more than a week since I quit my job so Kevin, my boyfriend, and I could found our 'escort' company, Divine Escorts. Our motto—the prettiest girls to keep you happy. I was the only pretty girl, for now, and things were going great. Kevin was right, we were making far more money going into business for ourselves. Why should I use my tight snatch to satisfy Best Buy's customers? Many of the men that I satisfied in the bathroom were eager for another taste of my snatch, becoming the basis for our business. Then Kevin had the great idea to offer discounts to clients for referrals, and now my cunt was getting quite the workout. “This is the last client for the afternoon,” Kevin said as he pulled up to the brown house in Sumner, a small town east of Puyallup along Highway 410. He bent over and gave me a kiss. “You're gonna blow him away, Jessie.” I giggled, “You know I will.” I checked my makeup one last time in the passenger visor-mirror, gave Kevin one last kiss, and slid out of his new Honda CRV. It was a flashy car, and quite expensive, but we were raking in the dough, and we did need a car. My boyfriend had changed a lot since he ... found out just how dedicated to customer service I was; he became more assertive, more commanding with me. He was my pimp, and my boyfriend. “You look hot,” he called out as I walked away. I wore a tight, purple miniskirt and a matching halter-top. The push-up bra made my breasts seem nice and round in the low-cut top. I smiled at Kevin's comment, and swayed my ass to give him a sexy view as I walked to the door. I rang the doorbell. Hanging on the door was a carved, wooden sign that read: “Philips Residence,” and underneath, “Eric + Beth,” surrounded by a heart. A pang of guilt fluttered about my heart; I didn't know the client was married. I guess that's not my problem. If Beth didn't want to keep her husband satisfied, well, that's what our business was all about. The door opened and a handsome, muscular man stood there. His hazel eyes glinted with nervousness, and he rubbed at his short, black hair. He wore a wife-beater, showing off his muscular arms and hairy chest, and a pair of gray sweatpants. I smiled, seeing the bulge forming in his crotch as his eyes took me in. “Hi, I'm from Divine Escorts,” I smiled, toying with my hair and bouncing on the balls of my feet to let my boobs jiggle. “Come in, I guess,” he said, nervously. Eric was a referral, and clearly was nervous about hiring a whore for the first time. “I'm Jessie,” I said as bright and bubbly as I could, walking past him into the living room. “Um, I'm Eric,” he said; I could feel his eyes on my ass. I looked ...