1. Training Cassiopeia - Chapter 2 - The Offer


    Date: 6/7/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: elspeth, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    “In a good week six, seven hundred, including tips. Most weeks I only work three nights so–” “I’ll pay you $2,000 for two weeks of your time. You’ll stay with me and I’ll cover all your expenses. I want you..." she struggled with herself but finally blurted out, “I want you to teach me how to be a whore.” “Get out!” Bree wasn’t a whore. She had told herself enough times to finally begin to believe it. She was a part-time student with full-time expenses. She was not a whore. She was an exotic dancer and struggling student. The blonde sighed loudly but didn’t make a move to leave. "Three thousand. My final offer. I have to have this wrapped up by the end of the summer and then I have a paper to present." “Paper? What fucking paper? Look, this is…four thousand, ten days, and it’s a deal but I want guarantees and ground rules. The first of which is that I am not a whore. I’m an exotic dancer.” “I think we’ve established what you are. Now we’re simply negotiating price.” There was that superior tone she’d used in the private room. It rankled Bree no end and set her teeth on edge. She wanted nothing more than to bitch-slap that silly smirk off her face but the lure of all that money was too much. She caved. “When would you like to begin your lessons?” asked Bree, her tone carefully neutral. “Right away. Take what you need from your car and lock it. We’ll swing by your place and you can pack whatever you need. Then we’ll get you situated in the house and we can begin first thing in ...
    the morning.” Her car turned out to be a huge four-wheel-drive crew cab truck. Bree climbed in and took off her soaked jacket and tank top; the cool air hardened her nipples. She heard the older woman gasp as she got in and saw Bree’s partially nude body in the subdued courtesy lights. Without a word, she started the big rig and kicked on the heater. Bree wanted to regain some semblance of control so she smiled and said softly, “Turn on the radio, something slow and sexy.” She did say ‘right away’, didn’t she? Bree kicked off her flats, and slid off her soaked jeans and panties. Her new boss still hadn’t moved. She just stared at the naked body sitting contentedly beside her and blinked a few hundred times. Sighing loudly, Bree reached over to turn on the radio but she put her hand on Bree’s smaller one and stopped her. She pushed a few buttons and the soft sounds of rhythmic Latin music filled the truck cab. “Let’s take this to the back seat. I want to finish that lap dance,” said Bree. She didn’t really know why she was doing this but was determined to show her boss who was calling the shots. Bree clamored over the console and onto the back seat and waited. And waited. The blonde finally got the message and quickly moved to sit beside her nude passenger. She was breathing heavily from climbing over things to get into the back seat. She probably isn’t used to the exertion, thought Bree, smugly. She laughed to herself. She was about to give her new boss a cardio workout. Bree ...
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