Note: this is a fantasy - in real life, please treat people with respect
Angela Dario was 22 and in college, although she rather be working for her dad's company. She was ambitious and loved business. Her father, Pablo, and his family came to the US when he was two years old. He took some classes at the community college, but never graduated. He worked two jobs at a time to support his family.
After working several years for other financiers, he recently started his own investment firm. Although she promised her father she would graduate and get her masters, she spent most of her time outside of class working for her father's firm.
Angela was the jewel of Pablo's eye. Unlike his son, Eric, who although only 18 and still in high school had no ambition to do anything but chase girls and play video games.
The firm, Dario Investments, was making good money, but an investment firm is only as good as the number of investors willing to part with their cash. They needed to reach some of the big players and over dinner one night Pablo mentioned a construction executive he was courting. He told Angela that the guy wanted a date, not a cheap hooker but someone hot, Pablo had no clue where to look.
Angela had someone in mind, one of her classmates just moved out into her own place because she took up a job at a strip club. Cheryl was good looking and pretty much a slut, best of all she really needed money. At first Pablo was against the idea. Prostitution was for low lives and once you get into this, who knows where it will lead. Eventually Angela convinced her dad and he reluctantly agreed.
When Angela told Cheryl she was at first offended, but when she found out she could make $500 just to meet with the client, her mind changed. Angela didn't tell Cheryl that Pablo was her father; she said told her it was her boss at the firm. Pablo called Cheryl and told her that her date Mr. Jones was at the Park Hotel and that he would arrange a car and driver to pick her up and act as her body guard should she feel unsafe.
The next night Angela asked Cheryl how the "date" was.
"Well" Cheryl said. "He was old, in his forties, but kinda handsome and funny. I think he was more nervous than me. We sat and had a glass of champagne; eventually I made the first move and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. You know what? He was a great kisser. I got really hot."
"Yeah ... and then?" Asked Angela.
"And then? Well girl, he rocked my boat. These old dudes may not have the stamina of my last boyfriend, but he knew his way around a girl. In fact, I might just stick with old dudes from now on, they treat a girl like a woman."
"really?" Asked a surprised Angela.
"Oh yeah. Not only did I have the big O, but he was so concerned about me staying in college, he gave me another $500. So anytime your boss Pablo wants me to go out on another one, just say when."
And when he did. Pablo called Cheryl for another date that Friday and another on Saturday. Cheryl quit her stripping job and made more money. She wasn't the only one making money. Dario Investments was landing more and more clients. Word spread on how hospitable their "customer service" was.
A few weeks later, Cheryl called Angela.
"Hey girlfriend, I got a proposition for you." Cheryl said in sing song voice.
"Oh hey Cheryl, how's my favorite Ho" she teased.
"Whatcha doin Saturday night?"
"Probably working late at the office as usual, why?"
"Forget that shit. I need you to come to my place, am gonna dress you in something sexy and your coming with me to meet a client."
"Whaat? No way girl ... I'm not ... no way"
"Your not what? A whore, like me?"
"No I errr..." Angela stumpled. It was her idea and as much as she hated to admit it, Cheryl has brought in more clients into the firm than she ever did. Upsetting her now would not be smart.
"Come on Angie, your boss has two big time clients, I can't take them both and he asked me to find another girl. I don't trust anyone enough. Do you want to ruin this for your boss?"
Angela thought about it. What was she going to do? Then Cheryl asked "besides, when was the last time you got laid?"
"Me? Well, errr"
"Yeah, I thought so. Look, for your own sanity, you gotta take a break from working and school and blow off some steam ... and some cock" she giggled.
Cheryl sensed her hesitation. "Look, you come here, I'll do your makeup, I got some wigs, ad some sexy clothes ... God knows you don't have any, and BAM. You are ready for action. Hell, I'll even take the new guy and you can have Stan, he is an awesome fuck."
Angela finally relented, it made complete sense. She couldn't find another good looking girl that she could trust to keep this quiet. A scandal good ruin the company. Besides, Cheryl was right, she hadn't been laid in a while. She was always so busy with school work and then running to the office.
Besides which, ever since she was 13, Angela dressed like a tom boy; she was embarrassed when her tits started growing. She hated the way guys would drool over the scantily clad cheerleaders and the way girls would flaunt their bodies at them. She thought it was demeaning on women and she always wore baggy clothes that hid her beautiful 36-22-34 figure. Because of that most of her classmates thought she was a lesbian. After high school she dressed more business clothes, like pants suits. She had her long black hair cut short like an updated 1980's Pat Banatar style and although she had glasses only for reading small print, she wore them all the time, thinking it made her look smart.
When Angela arrived at Cheryl's she was going to talk her out of it, but Cheryl came at her so fast, stripping her and throwing clothes at her, she had no time to talk.
When Cheryl was through, Angela wore a long curly red wig, with green colored contact lens, a ton of makeup and a halter top that showed off her firm boobs, a bare midriff that showed off her ripped abs, and a short skirt that showed off her long slender legs.
"damn girl, you are HOT" exclaimed Cheryl.
"I feel like I am dressed for Halloween." Although Angela couldn't take her eyes off the mirror, she was hot and if she dressed like this more often, she would have a whole other career, she inwardly smirked.
The car Pablo sent drove up to Cheryl's apartment building and the girls got in the back. Angela was stunned to see the driver was none other but her brother Eric. At first she felt panic that he would recognize her, but he just looked and smiled "hello ladies."
Cheryl leaned to whisper to Angela, "Isn't he cute? For helping me out I always give him a blow job on the way home, my way of tipping the help." She giggled.
Angela rolled her eyes wondering what she got herself into now. She would die if Eric recognized her or if her father found out the she was the second girl. Luckily Cheryl told Angela that she never uses her real name, for the night Cheryl was Chrystal and Angela was Scarlett.
Still, Angela avoided eye contact with her brother even when they rode up the hotel elevator together. She didn't have to see him, she felt his eyes roaming her body, even with her coat on. Eric, as part of his job would walk them to the door and make sure everything was fine before he returned to wait for them in the car.
Stan greeted them, "Chrystal you look beautiful as always, who is your stunning friend?"
Cheryl took off Angela's coat and led her into the suite. "Well boys, this is my very very good friend Scarlett" she said with a wink.
Stan and the other man were hardly boys. Both were in their late 40's or early 50's, slightly out of shape and balding. Although Stan stood a good 3 inches over the other man.
"Ah, Scarlett a pleasure for sure, this is my partner in crime, Bill" said Stan.
Scarlett shook their hands and it dawned on her, this was Stan Compton and his boss, multi millionaire Bill Wraces. Her father has been trying to sign them up for almost two years. No she had a chance to do it just by fucking.
The lights were down low and Cheryl put on some music. Both men were seated on the couch and she gave each one a lap dance. Scarlett downed a glass of scotch and started loosening up. She also started gyrating to the music, doing her best to match Cheryl. Stan leaned over to Bill and said "she ain't much of a dancer, but get a load of that body." Both men chuckled.
Cheryl whispered to Angela "so which one you want?" Angela told her she would take Bill. He was after the boss and famous in the world of business, why should she settle.
Angela sat on Bill's lap as Cheryl and Stan went off to one of the suites bedrooms. Bill slowly ran his hand up her arm, he could feel his erection straining against the layers of fabrics between him and her ass. Angela kissed his ear then slowly slid down to the floor, stopping to undo his belt, zipper and shoes.
Bill lifted his ass off the couch to pull down his trousers and briefs. Angela smiled at his average sized cock. She hadn't had one in around a year, and she was longing to enjoy herself. She also knew she had to make sure Bill enjoyed himself; taking his cock in her hand she kissed the tip.
Bill watched this young beautiful red head engulf his cock and suck it hungrily; her head bobbing up and down over his entire length. Sometimes she would gently scrape their teeth against his sensitive had or stop moving entirely to suck on it, ... not gently. The pleasure in Bill's eyes was stronger as a low groan rumbled through him.
.... There is more of this story ...