Pimp Chronicles

my office, promptly after your shift.

Looking over the text again, a muffled hum rose from beside me, distracting me from my inner thoughts of the text. Hm, I chosen a nice man for tonight. Skin nestled in such a rich taste of chocolate, lips plump and glossed in faint chapstick, elongate dreads braided beautifully in a low ponytail, eyes a tad lighter than his skin tone, and I betted to myself that he was workin' real well between his legs.

Locking my phone and setting it in my pouch, I had seen that he'd already payed for our role of drinks that accompanied our interesting conversation and I smiled.

"My place", he purred, standing to his feet, fingers held out to help me from the stool.

Obviously, not like I was takin' you back to mines.

I mentally thought, suppressing a smile of gratitude as he helped me from my seat. As we moved through the crowd of hype, wasted and high limbs, we made it towards his car with his hands smooth against my ass. As I slid into the passenger side, he flashed me a half smile while quickly inserting his keys in the ignition. As the A/C kicked on, Chief Keef spat from the radio loudly, causing him to jump in surprise. Well, this was gonna be fun..

~

Throughout the entire fuckin', suckin', grindin' and whinin', I couldn't help but think of Augusts' text. For a second, I had thought nothing of it. Maybe he just wanted to speak of something irrelevant, like his new member to the family, Kaitlyn. He didn't want to bring in a complete stranger to the life of money and sex, but with her alluring features, he ordered me and Danielle to "coach" her during her whole night, which ended with her stumbling home with no profit and rumbling stomach of too many shots. Since then, she's been held somewhere in the house. You never heard a peep from her, and the suspicion that August took his punishing too far rang through the house. But with years of experience of hiding suspicion, August never suspected anything of us.

But what if it was serious? I hadn't done anything wrong on my behalf, besides amaze him with my generous amount of profit I brought in in the past week. Thankfully, I had a great eye for man candy and pockets packin' with a thousands. As I pulled up to the mansion, my insides suddenly bubbled nervously, body hollering to stay put in the car, or maybe slip back out and just come back in the morning, praying that he might be over whatever was bugging him. But my consequences would heighten.. terribly.

Stepping out the car and unlocking the door, a lingering smell of Augusts' cologne welcomed me in the house and I gracefully stepped in. It was quite, too quite. The living room was completely dark, kitchen slightly enhanced by the dim light above the stove, atmosphere so thick that you could cut it with a butcher knife. It frightened me. Stepping out my shoes, I swiftly walked down the hallway till the faint glow of Augusts' office light shined. The nervous bubble in my stomach slithered past my tightened chest to my neck, which still ached from the assault of my last client.

I briskly knocked against his office door, and a shuffle of papers and a slight cough followed behind it.

"Come in", his thick accent purred.

Slowly stepping in, the nervous lump in my throat faded away once I seen his masculine beauty. His eyes stayed connected to the family of papers cluttering his desk, but I could sense his heat. His entire vibe and it was warm. I leaned against his door, but my slumped posture caused him to look at me, tipping his glasses a little lower against the bridge of his nose.

"You act like I'm about to bite you", he responded to me being so close to his door, "sit".

His stare was quite heavy against me as I took a seat. He then relaxed into his chair as I did the same in mines, plump lips quirking to an impressed smirk.

"We got a problem", he breathed, pulling his glasses off so smoothly with precision, "a big one".

Again, that nervous lump crawled back to its position in my throat.

"And the problem is.." my trail of question caused his eyes to link with mines, smile still kissing his cheeks.

"Your profit..", he breathed, observing my outfit, "or should I say, my profit".

I furrowed my eyebrow in question. "I.. don't know what's the problem".

He slowly stood to his feet, face striked with a grim line, eyes so golden and heavy against my eyes, fingers softly fidgeting with the wooden material of his desk. He was reading me like a paper back and I was frightened that he might see too much of the secrets I held.

"Don't play stupid Janelle", he purred, "you know when it comes to money, even tho' I should be able to, but I don't trust ya'll with it nor my weed".

Inwardly snorting to myself, my body slowly wept as August sat in front of me, fingers tightening against the material of his army jeans.

"Brought in over seven hunnid last night, but when I just checked, shit was $230", his eyebrow raised while a smile curled against his cheeks, "you dipped in it".

I looked at him in shock, eyes creasing to disbelief. Sadly, he didn't fall for the shocked expression. Leaning towards me, his fingers rustled with the rope of my trench coat, roughly undoing the knot and opened it. Another dark and heavy smile bubbled against his skin.

"Versace", he breathed and my chest painfully tightened.

He knew any label by the back of his palm, especially for us ladies that worked for him.

His rather skinny finger pressed against my torso, eyes still heavy on my now flushed cheeks.

"New as well", he breathed, face softly mushed against mines.

His fingers then pulled my trench coat slightly off my shoulders, eyes suddenly scanning my curves. He damped his lips with his gifted tongue, one hand now cupping my chin while the other playfully tickled my inner thighs. Shivers of arousal rustled through me and I fought the aching moan wanting to slip from my lips.

"You thought you was slick huh ma?"

He breathed against my neck, nuzzling his tongue against the sensitive area of it. Face still flushed, my moan of arousal slipped deeply through me, releasing so highly yet low enough for only me and August to hear. I could feel his lips curl into an awarding smile against my flesh.

"You came in", he pressed another kiss against me, "took a rack, went shoppin' for your own pleasure, then..", he grabbed my cheeks and forced me to stare at him, "thought I wouldn't expect nothin' of it huh?"

No, I didn't. One of the other bitches took my shit. They were jealous of the load I was bringin' in.. and now I'm gettin' punished for it.

Jesus, who was I kidding?

"Now did you?" Guilt purred deeply within me.

"Y-", in the midst of stuttering, he broke my inhale of sweet oxygen, fingers wrapped so tightly around my neck that I predicted a finger print would be left behind.

My mouth opened at the rough intrusion, head falling back, eyes pinned to his. Anger boiled like steaming water in a pot in his eyes, body exhaling so much rough venom that with one bite, I could feel the betrayal blossoming like a new dandelion during the spring. I managed to groan in despair, eyes begging for air.

"You should know better baby", his voice was now huskier, accent thickening with each growl.

I don't, but I should.

Slowly, he let oxygen slip through my empty limbs, and I exhaled with a painful moan.

"You payin' me back with every.. single.. penny", he strolled around my chair, fingers softly yet roughly gripping my naked shoulder, "with interest".

I moaned at the thought, and he snaked his fingers underneath my chin, roughly pulling my head back to look into his now chilled brown eyes.

"Seems like you like the thought", he replied to all my muffles of pleasure.

Like it, love it, want it. Please, just punish me.

Letting go of my chin, he ordered me to keep my head in that position.

"Firstly, this dress", his fingers were now gripping against my torso again, "this shit in the way.."

I moaned in surprise as he roughly patted my legs apart.

Damnit, I breathed to myself, I left my fuckin' panties at ole' dudes place.

I didn't know if he would've been surprised, furious, aroused, or a dose of all one mixed into one. All my body could await for the expression to pummel against me and I was slightly prepared for whatever blow or smack. Surprisingly, he didn't reach to play with her and he showed my upper half much attention.

He pulled me up by my shoulders, sliding it lower till it wrapped around my wrists.

"Move", that huskiness growled back in, "I dare you to.."

Every sexual threat he'll release, I moaned to myself, or groaned for him to hear. He had that effect on me, he knew he did. He had all us girls whipped, moaning under his domain, shuddering for the monster pulsing in his boxers for a good fucking.

"Sit up", he ordered.

My face was still held back, eyes closed and awaiting, neck painfully pulsing uncomfortably. His fingers dotted against my bare neck, one of his smooth edges tapping my lower lip, curling his finger into my mouth to press my head down. He held my lower lip down so my lower teeth had shown, and he laughed darkly, tracing my lip till saliva wetted the tip.

"That pussy probably wetter than this", he addressed to his soaked finger, softly pushing it past my lips.

Even though my neck ached from earlier, I built the painful courage to relax, softly bopping my head and curling my tongue against his skinny finger. His teeth gripped his lip hardly, groaning so beautifully at the impact. He added another finger inside my mouth, smoothly curling down on my tongue, groan altering to a sigh. He felt himself wrapped into it, loving the warmth of my mouth, enjoying my mouth sucking his flesh so deeply that he quickly removed his fingers.

"Feet, now".

Without hesitation, I stood to my feet, eyes watching his every move. His long wet fingers patted my thighs and I opened them till he demanded me to stop. So low, I had to stare up at his physique. Without a wedge, I was defenseless under his stares, and now nearly spreaded for him, I melted like hot chocolate. I just wanted him to devour me already.

He walked behind me, harden erection pressed deliciously into my back. With my legs spread, the dress pooled higher to the crease of my ass and I faintly felt the rush of cool air smoothen against it. Both hands gripped my cheeks, and I moaned at the faint rush brewing through me as his fingernail created a crescent moon into my right ass cheek. The other, he gave a small slap. Then the slaps intensified and soon enough, he had me bent over his desk, legs more spread apart.

He pressed his erection against my ass this time and I moaned in delight.

"You're gonna keep count of each one, and even if you stammer while counting, I'll start over".

My body shivered in delight, yet my ass was frightened of his rough palm. It twitched with intense roughness that with about five smacks, you'll be sore in the morning. Even though the idea was delicious in its own naughty way, my heart pounded against my tighten chest heavily. Without asking of my preparation, he sent an harsh blow to my ass, causing me to jolt in surprise.

"One".

Another smack. "Two".

The first ten had my knees bulking for him to stop. It was deliciously painful and I sensed he enjoyed my limbs aching and weeping in pain. The next twenty came harsher and quicker, each slap brought with such force that my body leaped forward with his motion.

"Twenty-god", I moaned.

"Drivin' you crazy?"

He breathed, applying a couple more smacks to my heated ass before exhaling an satisfied smile, fingertips raising the end of my dress. They had to be smoldering red, hot with fire, cause once cool air from the atmosphere clashed with me, my ass purred in relaxation. I was only able to catch my breath for a couple of seconds before Augusts' hand tangled in my hair, harshly forcing my back to press against his front.

"On your knees.."

Damnit. Slowly, I crouched to my knees, neck awaiting the assault to unfold before my eyes. But suddenly, he slammed his rough palm against my cheek and I yelped in surprise. With every yelp was another painful slap, and as I began to softly grumble from the stings, he stopped, hands firmly gripping my chin.

"Didn't think I was gonna let your body have it that easy hm?"

With his adrenaline fuming through him, I knew there was more painful slamming, and I slightly slumped my shoulders, not even aware that his eyes were still heavy on me. Then again, he started the stinging slaps till I straightened my posture and my entire face was numb and hot.

"Stay there", he warned, stepping out my vision.

With the heat of his vibe now far away from me, I slowly exhaled, chest still tight but every other limb relaxed and weeping in pain. From the side of me, an opening of a drawer and a slight clash of glasses clinged through the atmosphere. With his heavy footsteps, he was now hovering over me, fingers clenching a silky ebony blindfold and a pair of shiny metal handcuffs teasingly twirling around his skinny finger. I whimpered.

With an exotic smile, he crouched down to me, finger tracing my chin smoothly, lips pressing against mines in a sweet yet inviting kiss. He repeated the action over and over, soothing me, calming me, even though I knew the violent side of him shall return and pound every ounce of anger onto me.

"It's time for my interest", he whispered, standing to his feet, fingers still twirling the handcuffs.

Slowly stepping behind me, he huffed a dark laugh of amusement before wrapping the silky blindfolds in front of my eyes, tearing the image of his dim office away from me. Roughly, he pushed me forward, wrists connecting to wrists, tightly clamped together with the cuff. I was now useless, all his, under his domain.

"Stand to your feet", he ordered, fingers softly pressed into the small of my back.

I felt the trim of the desk slightly poke my stomach, then his fingers pushed me down on the desk. With ease, he softly tugged my flesh, whispering such things that frightened yet excited me. The sound of his zipper pulling down had my blood boiling, and once I felt the hot tip of his dick pool into me, my walls opened and adored his gracious size.

The rough August rushed back in, hand grasping my neck harshly from the back, other hand slapping my ass so roughly that tears of both pleasure and pain slipped from my eyes. As his delicious thrusts increased, circling in that teasing motion, I felt myself climbing towards the edge, moans sprouting to heavy puffs of intense pleasure. At times, he'll pull out mere seconds from my orgasm, slapping my ass till my thighs quivered.

Tenderly driving himself back into me, he repeated his harsh slappings and pulling, pumping into me till I was over the edge. With one last thrust, I was done, shaking underneath him, wailing and crying from the actions. His groans were deliciously beautiful and he spurted his way to a withering orgasm, hands holding me still against his desk.

After a couple of seconds, I felt his knuckles graze against my scalp, then the blindfolds were released from my face. Body still shaking from the punishment, my cheeks flushed hotly as I seen Augusts' bright cock dangling in front me, tip dripping in faint cum. He softly pumped it from time to time, then leaned down to grasp my neck in a rough choking.

"You ever take my money again", he tightened his grip, "you'll be sorry".