Chapter 7: Bedding Business

George Smart took a Chivas from the mini bar. It was the same hotel room where Deacon Ramsay had been with his new employee, Rita Gonzales jut a few days ago. The choice of room made sense since George and Deacon Ramsay leased it for the business in which they were partners.

They didn't broadcast their business relationship since it might have invited questions. What was a low cost garment manufacturer doing in business with a real estate tycoon? Actually 'tycoon' may be too big a name but George Smart was the owner of at least a dozen heavily mortgaged apartment buildings, some in the high rent section of the city.

The door opened and Robert Ramsay entered using one of the key-cards that both he and his partner had for 'their' room.

"I got another one," the Deacon said as soon as he entered. She's a bit on the plump side but she'll be popular."

"Did she? Like, was she hard to convince?"

"Nah... just like the others. I'm her boss so she came across without any resistance and next day in my office when I showed her the pictures she was ready to agree to anything."

Although Smart and Ramsay were established in their own businesses and seemed to be doing very well they were, in fact, engaged in a completely different business than the publicly known ones. They would object to the characterization but they were pimps. High class ones but pimps nonetheless.

The business was prostitution and they'd happened on it two years ago. It added major money to the modest profit their legal ventures provided. The good Deacon Ramsay as the employer of helpless, young immigrant girls was effectively the procurer for the business. The real estate man had a surplus of apartments where the chosen girls could work and both men through their business contacts were able to steer lots of respectable customers to the comfortably housed escorts.

They were not of course the first respectable businessmen to be involved in illegal or immoral activities. Nor was the good deacon the first of his ilk to pursue filthy lucre by prostituting someone or something. But Deacon Robert Ramsay rationalized his actions by convincing himself that he was doing these girls a favour.

Ramsay was sure that all these wetbacks were willingly spreading their legs for whoever came along. He was providing them with classy and secure accommodation and a better class of men than she would ever meet as a garment worker. So far two of his 'girls' had met and married men well above their natural class and all of them received a fair share of the revenue they generated. So he was helping them to succeed in a new country.

"She has a cousin, George. Somebody you might like."

"I don't want anything to do with these girls. You know that." What would the deacon think if he knew that his wife was getting ploughed by his business partner? "What's special about her?"

"Well, she's cute... young and nicely developed. Rita showed me a picture and asked me to hire her. That was before she... you know... before she turned pro," and he chuckled at his lewd joke.

"How old is she? We don't want them too young... not illegally young. This business has enough risk without that."

"No... it's OK. She's legal, George. Legal to fuck, anyway even if she doesn't have a green card. But she's definitely for the specialty market."

"Yeah, that's fine Bob. But we have to be thinking of the future. So far all our girls are young but if our business continues... well some of them are going to lose customer appeal... or God forbid, one of them will get hooked on drugs or something. You are keeping a close eye on that risk aren't you?"

The deacon swallowed and avoided his partner's eyes. "Yeah... but it's not easy. But you know you could likely do a better job than me at breaking these girls in. You get that horse cock of yours inside they'll agree to anything."

"Don't be stupid Robert." Yeah, like your wife agrees to whatever I want. Damn, I'd like to tell the pompous as that I'm screwing his wife. I must get some pictures like he does. If she tries to get out of line that'll stop her... and even if she doesn't, I can always use it to put him down if he gets hard to deal with. Wonder what people would think of their senior deacon if they saw a picture on the church bulletin board of his wife sucking a big cock? Of course he wasn't going to do that because he'd be found out too but he'd get the pictures because it would be a good threat to use if necessary.

"I have to go, George... but maybe we can have lunch together someday?"

"Sure Bob. Just call my office. Any time is fine with me."

When Deacon Ramsay left the hotel room he didn't see the cute little black girl standing by the window at the end of the hall. As soon as he entered the elevator the girl went top the room he had just left and knocked gently on the door.

"Hello Alicia. My meeting lasted longer than I planned. Did you just get here?"

"No Mr. Smart. But I listened at the door and heard voices so I waited. I figured you might not want Deacon Ramsay to see me 'cept I didn't know it was Deacon Ramsay with you 'til he came out the door. Did I do right, sir?"

"Yes Alicia. That was the best thing to do. Do you know why I wanted to meet you here?

"Uh... maybe... but... uh sir, thanks fer not tellin' my Mom or nobody 'bout what you seen." The girl was carrying a black, fabric bag that she placed on the floor near the bathroom.

Three days ago George had gone to the church to see Reverend Gillis and make a proposal about using some of his vacant apartments for some of the disadvantaged members of the congregation. It wouldn't be for free of course but it would have been a better deal than he usually gave anyone. Anyway the minister wasn't there but just as he was about to leave he heard a sort of cry and he investigated.

"Please sir... please don't tell," the girl had said as she rose from her kneeling position. The boy whose cock she'd been sucking was already half way out the door, pulling up his pants as he ran. "It was... like... he made me do it," the girl whimpered as a twenty dollar bill fell to the floor from her blouse.

"Yeah, sure he made you do it. And your Mom's a millionaire. Don't worry little girl, I won't tell her. What's your name?

"Alicia Foster, sir. I know who you are. I'm in the same grade as Darlene and I seen you bring her to school one day.

"Hmmm, I see." The man had been aroused by the sight of the young girl kneeling and sucking the boy's cock and as noted before, Smart was his name but not his intellect. "Maybe you can come visit me," and he then set up the meeting in the hotel room.

"Do you charge twenty dollars to suck cock?"

"Oh no Mister Smart. I wasn't... like... that wasn't what I did."

"Don't try to fool me girl. I found out who you are... and who your mother is. I don't care either. But if you're planning to make your living that way you have to learn to be more careful."

The teenaged girl was taken aback by the older man's matter-of-fact acceptance of what she'd been doing and, young though she was, she accurately divined his motive. He wanted to fuck her. She was sure of that. And she was also sure that he'd be willing to pay lots more than the twenty dollars she got from boys. Maybe even as much as her Mom got. Golly. Would Mister Smart pay her two hundred dollars?

"Uh Mister Smart? Do you want me to suck your cock? Or let you fuck me?"

"Maybe? What'll it cost?"

"It will be... I don't know, sir? I never been with a man before. Just boys."

"Well, you kind of owe me already, Alicia. How about we just do it and I'll decide what you're worth?"

"Uh... yeah... I guess so?" The girl was disappointed but she also was not in a good bargaining position."

"Well then my dear... you go to the bathroom and have a shower and I'll just rest on the bed." George wasn't sure how clean the girl was but if she showered and if he wore a condom it should be fine.

George Smart was lying on his back on the bed and wearing only his shirt and undershorts when the girl came from the bathroom. She was wearing a very short tartan skirt and a white blouse that showed off her small but shapely form. He recognized her attire as that of a local private girl's school but he was sure she'd never gone there. He knew also that she hadn't been wearing it when she arrived so it must have been in the little bag she'd carried. Was she really a juvenile hooker?

"What's with the outfit?"

"Do you like it?"

"Hmmm... I don't know? Why would you wear that?"

"Uh... like I heard somewhere that guys... older guys like you... like their dates to pretend to be schoolgirls. One of Mom's friends wears this on dates sometimes and I sort of borrowed it. But she don't know."

"Undress me, girl," he had said in a firm voice. But in spite of that he was nervous. It was more than twenty years since he'd last fucked a teenager, his present wife excepted of course. And this girl was only a year or maybe two years younger than Donna had been when he first fucked her. But Donna had tits, big, big tits whereas this one barely rated A-cup. And this little black girl's confusing blend of worldliness and naiveté worried him. Was he being set up?

Alicia knelt on the bed over him and began slowly to pull down his undershorts. "Hee hee. You got a hard on already," she giggled as she worked the elastic waistband over the thick bulge.

Then she seemed to give up on taking off his shorts and knelt beside him while she slowly and deliberately unbuttoned her white blouse and with a shrug of her shoulders let it drop to the bed behind her.

"My tits ain't big but they got lots of feelin'," the girl said as she thrust out her small, firm breasts. Then she stood up awkwardly on the bed and managed to keep her balance as she unfastened the waist of her little plaid schoolgirl skirt and let it drop in a heap at her ankles. For a moment she was still as if to let the man drink in her young body, watching his gaze move from her trim ankles up past her muscular calves and full thighs to the pouting, bald mound. His eyes remained fixed on her vulva for several seconds before continuing their sweep that ended with him seeing the only thing she was still wearing, the bright ribbons at the ends of her braids

"Do you like me?" Her small hands stroked down over her firm, dark-skinned body from her small boobs across her flat belly to the hairless bulge of her pussy.

"My Gawwd girl. How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen... almost," the little black girl replied as she dropped to her hands and knees and grabbed his shorts again. This time she was not deterred by the massive bulge and when George's rigid prick popped free the girl's mouth opened in an O of awe.

"You the real first grown man I been with," she said in a low voice. "I didn't know it would be so big!"

Alicia let her fingers trace the thickness and length of his cock, and

Smart enjoyed the expression on her face as she felt the heft of his tool.

"Who've you had before?" he asked.

She opened her eyes wide and looked up at the ceiling, remembering.

"Just a couple of kids. Junior high. In my class. One was white." A smile spread over Alicia's brown face. "He darn near cried when I sucked him a little."

Smart smiled uneasily, marveling at her unsophisticated openness.

"He was a nice kind of white boy," Alicia went on. Then she looked again at Smart's rigidly throbbing penis. "But nowhere near as big as that!"

George hadn't been as horny as this since he first had Donna. His eyes caressed the desirable, young girl and he reached out to stroke her smoothly curving ass. The precocious little courtesan slid her cool palms down his chest and finally grasped his hips. There was just the trace of a mischievous smile on her young face, but George thought he could also see uncertainty behind it.

He was growing more and more excited from watching Alicia pout and tease above him. His cock was fully engorged with blood, the glans tight and shiny brown and George wanted very much to hide it out of sight in sweet Alicia's warm, wet flesh.

"What if you won't fit in me?" she whispered, bending close enough to

let the turgid little nipples of her breasts rake across his chest.

"It'll fit, baby," he said back. "You'd be surprised at how much you can take in that hot, little cunt of yours." Smart felt strange talking to Alicia like that when he knew she was in the same grade in school as his youngest daughter. But this one was a lot older in knowledge and experience, if not in years.

Circling his strong arms around her back, George forced her elbows to bend and she crumpled and collapsed against his chest. He felt the soft concave of her belly and the way her firm breasts flattened out over his skin. His cockhead bobbed eagerly in the soft, hairless nest between her thighs, as if hunting for an entrance.

Do you like me this way? I mean like... with no pussy hair? I shaved it this morning just for you."