The Collar 7 - Sex Stories

The Collar 7

Brian sighed, then pulled his car up beside the prettiest girl on the street. She leaned her head in the open window and smiled at him. He was shopping for some company; not necessarily a hooker, but he wasn't that picky or judgmental, he just wanted some attractive for company.

“Hello, sir, are you looking for a date?” she asked. She looked rather young to be in this line of work, truthfully, and he felt a little guilty as he opened the door a little and nodded. She bit her lip and looked more than a little nervous as she got in, but it all disappeared quickly as she smiled at him. “It's three hundred for the first hour, and we can negotiate for more time if you want it.”

He handed her five one hundred dollar bills and asked her how much the whole week-end would cost. She glanced at the money before putting it in her purse, a dainty little sequined clutch that matched her blouse.

“The week-end, sir? You know it's Wednesday, right?” she asked nervously.

“Yes.” he said. “I think I might want you for a lot longer than just part of one week, though. I think I might just keep you around for the rest of your life.”

She blinked. This was all brand new to her; in fact, he was her very first customer. She had only lost her virginity last night.

“Sir?” she asked, more than a little confused. Marcus, her boyfriend (She wasn't really sure if that de***********ion of him was entirely accurate. He was the one who had taken her virginity and sent her out here) hadn't ...

... prepared her for anything like this.

“I'll be honest with you if you're honest with me. Deal?” he asked, holding out his hand for a shake. She took it and looked into his eyes, trying to detect a lie. She didn't see one, so she decided to trust him. Somewhat. “I like you. I don't think you've had much experience with any of this, and I'm going to give you a chance at a better life.”

“Sir?” she asked, then took a deep breath and took a chance. “You're right; I don't have much experience. In fact, you're my very first customer! I'm not even sure how much to charge besides the three hundred for the first hour, and you gave me five, so I know that gets extra time, but I'm not sure how much.”

The car turned onto a residential street, and shortly, he pulled into a garage.

She panicked a little. “Sir? I'm supposed to do it in the car; I was warned not to go into a house!”

“Really?” he asked, surprised. “Exactly who was it that warned you?”

“My friend Marcus.” she told him. “We made love last night, and he sent me out to make us some money. I'm supposed to meet him at Bill's Diner tomorrow morning to give him the money I made tonight. He told me if I didn't give him at least $600 he'd be REALLY mad, and he already hit me once, when I told him I didn't want to prostitute myself. He punched me in the stomach because he said he didn't want to mess up my face, but if I don't bring him enough money, he won't care if I have bruises or scars, because I won't be worth shit ...