1. Trafficked Love Ch.14


    Date: 9/6/2016, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Bestiality, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Prostitution, Reluctance, Slavery, Violence, Written by women, Author: ObedientAngel, Rating: 57.1, Source: sexstories.com

    work for. But Rich knew Angel wasn’t a domestic pet. She was wild, and this action shed light on that fact. Rich ensured Angel got to the dressing room safely before he went up the stairs to watch from the balcony with the other pimps. Angel was soon on stage, dancing with her usual lack-of-heart. She watched Rich, or whom she thought was Rich, as he talked with an annoyed and angry looking bald man in the balcony above. The bald man soon stepped aside and Rich stepped past him, into the shadows and out of Angel’s view. Losing sight of him, Angel turned her attention to the crowd. It was filled with the usual genre of men, many of them drinking. Angel glanced at a man holding a twenty dollar bill out at her. As she reached for it, the man snatched it away with a smirk. Angel tried not to roll her eyes as she got down on her hands and knees, her moves vulgar and provocative. She shook her ass at the man, and he quickly slipped the twenty into her booty shorts, his fingers gracing against her flesh. She spun quickly on her knees, catching his wrist. Quickly she remembered Rich’s constant reminder about not upsetting clients. She placed her mouth over his finger, sucking it entirely into her mouth as she glared at him. Slowly she pulled his finger free from her, “careful big boy, or I might bite off any wandering fingers you’ve got.” The man looked startled, and Angel released his wrist before sliding over to another man who wanted to put his money in her bra. +-+-+ On her ...
    break, Angel found herself sitting at the bar sipping on an ice water. Many men had offered to buy her a drink, but she had turned them down, telling them to save their cash for the show. One man had sat down at the bar, next to her, and proceeded to stare at her for quite a while. “Can I help you?” The man smiled at her, still staring. “What kind of business do you do?” “I dance,” Angel said bluntly. “And when you leave here?” “I dance,” Angel repeated, uninterested in any business offers he happened to have. The man stood up, moving closer to her. His body almost pressed against Angel as he stood over her, his breath reeking of cheap liquor and stale cigarettes. “I’ve got a K for you, if you accept. No questions asked.” Angel glanced up at him, “let me see it.” The man reached in his pocket and pulled out a roll of cash. Angel glanced at the money roll, and picked it up. It was a roll of twenty dollar bills. Before the man could object to Angel taking his money, she tossed it back to him “feels light.” The man leaned closer to her, his foul breath hot on the side of her head. “Seventy five percent now, the rest when you show up.” “I don’t do blind dates.” “Like you can afford to pass this up.” Angel looked the man dead in the eyes. “I don’t go blind.” The man sighed before smirking at Angel again. “You’re a feisty one. The guys will like that.” “Guys?” The man smirked again “how would you like to be the star of the show? Good ol’ fashion gangbang. I’ve got five guys and ...
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