Interview With a Pimp
Copyright© 2008 by Amanda Pierce
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Spiker the pimp reveals his own background and those of his "ladies".
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Slut Wife Interracial First Prostitution
"So you the hot mama Ginger was tellin' me about."
"Hot enough, I suppose," respnded Tracy.
He was sitting at a desk in a back room of his favorite strip club. Tracy was standing in front of the desk where he could "inspect the merchandise," as Spiker put it. She had wavered back and forth as to whether she wanted to turn "pro," but an argument with Richard had tipped the balance and after the husband had left for work she had called Spiker and arranged a meet.
"How good are you?" he grinned.
"Why don't we find out," she retorted pointing to a leather sofa.
"I like your attitude, Baby. Now get naked and let's see what you can do."
For the next two hours Tracy came to know the meaning of the word insatiable. None of her lovers, and certainly not Richard, had ever even come close to the size, intensity or recuperative powers of Spiker. He was a screwing machine and while she was now completely exhausted, she was also sated as never before. She didn't want him to know just how good she regarded his carnal abilities but the truth be known she couldn't imagine anyone coming close to the abilities of this good looking and oh-so-well-endowed potential employer.
As for Spiker, he would maintain his bravado and air of superiority but inwardly he regarded Tracy as one of the best lays he'd ever had. She was not only built like an amazon, she could use every part of that body to great advantage in pleasing a man. She was a looker, she was tight, she was enthusiastic and god, those sounds she uttered when she orgasmed were enough to bring a guy off all by themselves. In short, she was already a pro, even if she wasn't getting paid for it. But that would soon change.
"Not bad, Baby, not bad," he said, keeping his cool image.
"Best you've had. And by the way, you're not bad yourself.," she smiled self confidently.
"Well, what about it? I already explained the cut. Interested?"
"I might be. Like I explained, I'm married. I like screwing, but I don't want to mess up a good thing. So it will only be afternoons and some weekends. When my husband is out of town I'll let you know."
"Sounds okay by me. When you wanna start?"
"I think I just did. You owe me two hundred. Ordinarily I'd make it three, but I'll give you a company discount."
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