1. In Plain Sight: An Escort's Story - Part 2


    Date: 2/6/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Male/Teen Female, Prostitution, Written by women, Author: MichelleK111, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com

    I guess I should have felt some sort of guilt but I didn’t. If anything, I felt exhilarated and I wanted to do it again. And I did. Over the next two weeks my boss became like my boyfriend. He would open doors for me. He would ask me nicely to do things. He drove me home to my foster parent’s house after work and picked me up there a few times. He didn’t have to do any of these things because I was technically an employee, in more than one way. First and foremost I served soft serve ice cream at an ice cream parlor where he was the boss and son of the owner. Secondly I was a . . . for lack of a better word, a prostitute. Well, maybe not a full blown prostitute; we could say entry level. We had come to an agreement where I would give him blowjobs for money. That was it. I think some would say that was plenty but we hadn’t done anything else. Since our arrangement started a little over two weeks ago, my boss had “purchased” my services no fewer than ten times. I think that number would have been higher if my foster parents would have allowed me to work the closing shift all fourteen days. Instead they felt that “a young lady shouldn’t be out late every night”. Had they known what I was doing the ten nights that I worked, I’m not sure they would have thought of me as a lady. Living with my foster parents wasn’t much of a bargain. They were only doing it for the money and now that I was eighteen and officially out of the foster program, they weren’t receiving money to take care ...
    of me anymore. I had to be careful about what I said and how I did things because they could kick me out of the only place I had to live. I had enough credits to graduate from high school but they wanted me to finish one more semester and graduate at the winter break. Until then I was just trying to survive. --- I was scheduled to work a double shift because a lot of the staff had gone back to college and we were shorthanded. When I got to the ice cream parlor, my boss was white as a ghost and in a complete panic. “I need all the money back!” my boss announced as I was getting changed. “What? No,” I said with a confused look on my face. “I’m serious. I have to have all the money back. My dad came by this morning. He emptied the safe and took the books to close out the month. We’re short over two thousand dollars.” My boss’ father owned this ice cream parlor and a chain of them up and down the East coast. The parlors in the North and Mid-Atlantic would close at Labor Day and the ones in the South would stay open. My boss was scheduled to close our store in about a week and head down to Miami Beach. “No. You mean the money you were paying to . . .” I started to ask and stopped. “Yes. I need it now. My dad thinks we’ve been robbed or someone’s been skimming money.” “No. I earned that money. I’m not giving it back.” My boss started to get angrier and angrier. His face was turning red and he was moving closer to me. I tried to back away from him but he kept closing the gap between ...
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