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Promotion 2

Date: 12/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Impax, Rating: 87.8, Source: sexstories.com

I'll just go.” she said. “Sorry, I just didn't have any other place.” “Angela? he asked. “What are you doing here?” “I was trying to sleep.” she said. “It's about the only place in town I can go without getting raped every night.” “Do you want to come inside?” he asked. “Come on, I'll get you something hot.” She looked at him and sudden tears sprang to her eyes. “I can't, Tom. I'm not the girl who turned you down for the Spring dance anymore.” she said, starting to cry. “I'm not like that anymore. I'm dirty now.” “Why?” he asked, bluntly. “Because you have sex with men? Because you have sex for money?” He looked at her and smiled gently. “That doesn't make you bad in my book.” he told her. The look of gratitude in her eyes was all the thanks he needed as he helped her up and brought her upstairs, blanket and all. She blinked in astonishment at the furnishings in the living room. It was a private mini club, complete with stripper pole and a small bar! “Holy shit!” she gaped, looking around in astonishment. He could see the wheels spinning in her head. “Tom, we could make a SHIT load of money with this!” “How?” he asked, a little thickly. Angela smiled and pushed him into one of the leather easy chairs. “You sit there, and imagine you paid ten thousand dollars for that seat.” she said, then hopped up onto the stage and took her blanket off seductively. “Ohh!” he exclaimed, his eyes widening suddenly as he got it. The wheels in his brain started turning, and he made a mental ... note to ask Becky to find out how many of her graduating classmates were not going to go to college. He thought of all the rich kids he was going to college with, and the empty seats next to him. He didn't know if it was okay to expand the business like that, but he wanted to show initiative, and if he could increase the take, the mob's 20% would just be that much bigger. He didn't think they would have a problem with making more money. He just didn't want them to think they could take 25%. “On second thought,” he mused silently, watching Andrea taking off her clothes. “I'm not bringing much to this party except Mr. Anderson's word that I'm trustworthy. They are providing all the muscle that keeps this place steady, so they sort of deserve 25%.” Andrea was a terrible dancer. She finished stripping and came back down off the platform and took a seat beside him, a little out of breath. “I hope you can fuck better than you can dance.” he grinned over at her. “That was simply awful. Even Simon would agree.” “I know.” she admitted. “Actually, fucking is about the only thing I'm really good at.” She laughed a little. “So, now you know why I turned you down for the Spring dance.” she told him. “Want to fuck instead?” “Do you swallow?” he asked, smiling sheepishly. She smiled and nodded, then got onto her knees and crawled over to his chair. “I'd rather suck than fuck.” she told him truthfully. “Although, I have to admit, after sucking the first five or so, I get so horny I just have to ...