Pimping out your candy ass: Bring me my money, bitch!
Pimping ain’t easy! Well baby doll, neither is ho’ing! We’ve been in this relationship for awhile. You always tell me that you want to shower me with jewelry, clothes, cars and things. Well thats all they are, and in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a money hungry bitch. Nothing you buy me seems to make me as happy as cold hard cash.
You are confused and hurt that I scoff at your thoughtful gifts. You don’t like just handing me money because it feels so impersonal and you like to be very personal with me. Finally you bring your whining to me. Why can’t I just be a little more appreciative. I smile and pat your head and tell you that I’m going to spend the evening pampering you. To show you how appreciative I really am. I run your bath and bathe you with my own hands. I rub lotion all over you after and give you a full spa treatment. You are so excited!
I must REALLY be pleased with you to give you all this attention.
Afterward, I lead you to my dressing room and start picking out clothes for you. We’ve played at dressing you up before, but never like this. Teeny tiny black mini skirt, red thong, black thigh highs and knee high boots. Your little heart flutters when I get you all dressed up. You look gorgeous! You never knew you could look so pretty, so sexy but, is it a little too slutty? I just smile at you again and tell you that the night isn’t over.
I lead you to my car and get you settled before I slide into the driver’s seat. When you ask where we are going, I tell you to just sit tight and enjoy. As we are driving, you notice that we are heading to the area of town they call the badlands. Rife with drug dealers, gangs and hookers. I pull up the curb and open your door. You look at me with your eyes full of fear and excitement. I get out too and you seem to calm down. We step up on the sidewalk and I move to lean against a building in the shadows. You start to follow me and I tell you that your place is on the corner.
I see the realization sink in. I’m going to be pimping you out tonight.
“Don’t stand there looking like a terrified virgin! Look sexy, entice your clientele” You give it a go and what do you know, a car pulls up and asks your price. You stutter and stammer and I step up going down the price list. The john agrees and I usher you both to my car. In the car, you are at his mercy, unable to say no to anything he wants. Finally, your boy pussy lips are sticky and you have the taste of cum fresh in your mouth as I open the door and let out your customer, taking his money. The only attention I pay you is tossing you a tube of lipstick and a compact telling you to “Fix your whore face and get back out here!”
Pimping you out solves both our problems pretty handily, don’t you think? I definitely do! Interested?
