Bank Teller Turned Hooker Ch. 15

Chapter 15 -- A NEW CAREER PATH

(NOTE TO READER: One of my followers suggested that I might start my chapters with a comment about my story. As many have surmised, this is not a story of fiction. My writing reflects real events in my life. As described to one reader, "As written, the timeline is probably 90% accurate; the dialogues are probably 85% accurate. But the overall story line is 100% accurate. From beginning to end, my story carried on for almost 6 years. The earlier days are actually the most vivid and those are the experiences that I share in my writing." I cannot change who I was. I truly enjoyed the majority of my experiences. The major casualty of my chosen life was the damage that happened between my family and me. My family would eventually discover my activities and banished me from the family. Chinese shame is not something to be challenged. Unfortunately, I have been fully estranged from my family for over ten years.)

I was up early. I felt that I slept well and had a very vivid dream. I woke to find myself rubbing my pussy. My pussy was dripping wet which made me wonder if I might have experienced an orgasm during my sleep; it would not have been the first time. The memory of the dream didn't evade me like dreams sometimes do. Instead, the dream haunted me throughout the morning.

My parents were getting ready for work and my mom was eager to ask how my first night had been. I assured her it was great and exceeded my expectations.

She asked if I made some good cash. I just told her the cash was excellent.

She asked if the job was tiring. I assured her the pace was so fast, I never had a chance to get tired.

Then she asked if I was going to keep working at the bank.

I hadn't given it much thought, but when she asked I actually wondered if I needed to keep the bank job. But I quickly recalled Mae telling me that she needed a legitimate job to help explain her income and create credit. I told my mom I would stay at the bank and I wasn't certain how long I would do the night job. She seemed to think that would be a good idea, especially once school started again.

I reminded her that I would be working at the restaurant that night after working at the bank during the day. I also told her that I planned to work every night the rest of the week. She reminded me not to burn the candle from both ends and it made me think about when Dipper was fucking me while I sucked his passenger. It was nearly the same image that played over and over during my dream. I was fairly certain that is not what she meant.

I went to the bathroom for my morning ritual of clearing my bowels and to shower. I had never rinsed myself after the dates of the previous night. The car dates were unaware of my cum-filled pussy because they were quickies and we used condoms. As I cleaned myself, not too much drained from me. Whatever cum there had been had either been absorbed by my body or was swimming upriver hoping to spawn.

As I showered, I thought about the prospects of the day. I hoped I might be able to squeeze in an appointment or two before going to the bank at 11:00, but more importantly I knew I was going to get fucked by Terry. I wondered how it would come about, but I had no doubt it was going to happen and presumed it would happen nearly as soon as I got to work. I instantly felt my pussy getting wet.

I went outside to feed Lucy and give Pete his morning show. I purposely scheduled the shows at 7:00 AM, and Pete was always there for his front row view. Like the day before, mutual waves, hello and goodbye. But this show was different. He had a camera; I mean a major camera with a long lens. He was obviously snapping pictures, but it didn't bother me.

After the show, I went upstairs to my room to get dressed. I chose to leave the house in the blue dress that Terry requested; this was mostly to keep it from getting wrinkled by folding it if I put it in my backpack. I decided to add more to my wardrobe than was already hanging in my closet back at the motel. It wasn't so much that I had a lot of 'hooker clothes' to choose from, but I figured with a little improvisation, anything could be made to look slutty.

Then I considered what to wear for the ride home after work. Presuming that the day with Terry was to turn out as planned, I thought wearing something similar to the first day that we met would have been ideal. I looked through my running shorts and chose the whitest pair made of the thinnest fabric. I also knew that the shorts were my shortest and if I pulled them up enough they would reveal my camel hoof and my cheeks. Not that I would have worn them that way when I walked Lucy, but I knew they could be revealing if I wanted them to be. I also chose my thinnest spaghetti-strapped tank.

I left most of my money at home, but put $2,500 in my backpack. I wanted to start depositing some of my money into my bank account. Lastly, I threw in some tennis shoes. Given the opportunity, I would change at the bank before we left after work. And, of course, I reloaded on condoms and KY; I could never have too much of either. I had not gone through as many as I should have, but I figured if I had more with me I would stop giving in to temptation and start using them.

I spent a lot more time than usual doing my makeup. I patched up the hickey on my neck. Fortunately, the dress did not have open shoulders, so the battle wound on my shoulder would remain hidden. I wanted to look perfect, not perfectly slutty.

I did my hair and added just enough hairspray that it would stay awhile. I then returned to my room and put on my dress. The dress had built-in bust support, which is why it looked like I wasn't wearing a bra. I thought about what Terry had written as he specifically described the dress; especially the braless appearance it made. Obviously, he had admired me in it before. I had to wonder how many times he might have undressed me with his eyes. I should have noticed it. I wished I had.

The dressed unzipped from the back all the way down to my ass, and I stepped into it, pulling it up and into position. I reached back and zipped it behind me and clasped it at the top. I adjusted my boobs so they looked right in the dress and stared at myself in the mirror.

It made me realize, I should have tried going braless in it before, but my goals and intentions were now different than they had been before. My previous goal was to look professional, but now my profession had changed. Although faint, the hickey on my neck was still slightly visible, so I covered it with another layer of foundation.

Around 7:15, I called for a cab.

My cab arrived only 15 minutes after I had called. He was a different driver than the day before. I grabbed my things and walked out the door to start what was certain to be another unforgettable day. I barely sat in the cab and my phone rang. I must have received 30 calls the day before, and I never had an opportunity to call anyone back. So this early caller correctly guessed calling early might be the best way to reach me.

I answered the call and the conversation started the same as they all did. I let him know that I actually had a real job that would make me unavailable through most of the day. I told him I would be available at 9:00 AM, otherwise maybe that night. He didn't commit.

As we neared the motel, my phone rang again. Another interested client. I deferred him saying I would have to call him back.

I was inside my room well before 8:00 AM. My dream continued to replay in my mind and I wanted to make the dream a reality. I made a decision.

I picked up the piece of paper given to me the night before. I shakenly entered the number into my phone and pushed send. After a few rings, a voice answered, "Hello?"

"Good morning Dipper. This is Vanessa. I know it's early but I needed to call you before I go to my real job."

"Well, good morning. How is my sweet Asian pastry this morning. Still craving cock?"

"Yes."

"Black cock?"

"Yes."

"My cock?

"Yes, and your friends."

"Right now?"

"I wish it were right now, but I can't. I had a dream last night. I couldn't get you all out of my head."

"What kind of dream?"

"I think you know?"

"So what do you want?"

I went quiet.

He said, "Come on, you called me."

"I've wanted to try something, but have never done it. Last night was as close as I ever came. I've never known guys that I felt comfortable asking. But, after last night, I think you would. I want my pussy and ass to be fucked at the same time. Would you guys do that? Is that too weird for you? Somehow, I think you guys would do it."

He laughed and said, "And a cock in the mouth?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah, we could do that. Maybe even one or two others too, huh? Maybe a girl; an Asian girl?"

"Really? I thought you didn't have any Asian girls."

"Yes, really. I don't have an Asian girl of my own. I want you to be my Asian girl. Will you be one of my girls?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I don't know if that is what I want."

He said, "No problem. I want you, but I want you to want it. As for Rikki (the girl), she sometimes does stuff for me. She's kind of special. I think she would like you. She likes girls, but doesn't have that much opportunity. She is mostly a San Francisco hooker, but I think she would be interested. But, since you're the one who is asking for this, you'll need to pay us. It's just the way it works. You're the one looking for studs to fuck you. Would you like her to join us?"

I answered by asking, "How much?"

"How about $500? Most of that will go to Rikki. But everything has to be covered (condoms). Last night was fun, but dangerous. The other two guys won't go bare with Rikki in the mix."

"Yes! It would be worth it!"

"Where do you want this to happen?"

"At the Motel 6 on first street. Room 233. That's my room through the weekend"

"Wait, are you there right now?"

I said, "Yes."

He said, "Let me call you right back." The phone went silent.

I patiently waited for the phone to ring. But, it didn't.

Fifteen minutes later, still no call back, but there was knock on my door. I thought it might be housekeeping, but as per my request to the office my room was already made. I opened the door and it was Dipper. He said, "I thought it might be better to continue our conversation face-to-face."

The smile on my face was so wide my face hurt. I invited him into my room.

He looked me over, and said, "Nice dress, but I liked what you were wearing last night more."

I said, "I work at a bank and this is what I wear at the bank."

He said, "Nice, but it could be nicer."

He came right up to me and wrapped his arms around me. I made no effort to stop him. He lowered his hands to my ass and started squeezing my cheeks.

He said, "Do you usually not wear underwear with your bank clothes?"

I smiled, "Starting today I don't."

I reached down and lifted my dress above my waist, his hands were now on my bare ass. He reached around and brought his hand to my pussy and slid a finger inside me. I pulled away.

I said, "Maybe you'd like me to change into what I wore last night?"

"Yes, but not that sexy little outfit. I'm talking about when you stripped down for us. I want to see your tight little body here in the light. You looked smoking hot in the dark last night, but I bet you're off the chart in daylight."

He was wearing the same sweats as he wore the night before. As he talked, he slipped off his shoes and proceeded to undress. He continued, "No reason for us to mess up that pretty little dress, right? Unless you don't care."

I reached back to unclasp the back of my dress. I unzipped the back and stepped out of the dress. I laid it out flat on the spare bed. As I did, I asked "Does this look better?"

He said, "Mmmm, you look delicious." And he peeled off his top. We both stood there naked. I stared a his cock. He wasn't hard, but his cock was still huge. He said, "Now let me taste that pussy."

We both climbed onto the bed to lay on it. I stared at his cock in the light. His cock was becoming noticeably firmer and I have to say, it looked delicious. He lay on his back with his feet at the foot of the bed.

We both wanted the same thing from each other. So I climbed on top of him to 69. And we immediately started to feast upon each other. I brought the head of his cock inside my mouth and proceeded to suck and stroke him while he grabbed my hips and drove his tongue inside me. But his cock was so massive, I stroked more than sucked. I had no idea how many women he had been with, but considering my own actions of the of the previous few days, I was in no position to judge or care.

As he ate my pussy he moaned the satisfaction of tasting my honey hole. But as his cock hardened it caused me to stretch my mouth wider and wider. At the start of it I was able to nearly take almost 4 inches of his length, but it became unmanageable despite my best efforts. It didn't really matter, it was just foreplay.

I finally gave up on sucking his cock and grasped it with my hand; kissing and licking his cock up and down as he continued to dine between my legs.

He finally stopped and he asked, "Do you have a condom my size?"

I climbed off him and turned my body to lay parallel next to him. We were both on our backs. Our heads were turned to face each other. His mouth was covered with stickiness and I presumed my mouth was covered in drool. I said, "Yes, I'm certain I do. But can you fuck me without one? Just for a few minutes. I just want to feel you inside me. I like how you feel. I want to watch your cock going inside me."

He said, "That's not a very good habit; fucking your customers without a condom."

He reached his hand between my legs and guided his fingers inside me. I reached down with my hand and held my hand against the back of his and squeezed my legs together. His tongue hadn't brought me to an orgasm, but his fingers were getting me close.

He drove his fingers deeper inside me. It felt so good. He asked, "Your pussy sure can handle cock. Have you had a baby before?"

The question caused me to lose my concentration. I opened my eyes and said, "No. Why?"

"Because, it's usually only girls that have had a kid that can handle my cock. Were you a big baby when you were born?"

"My mom told me I was nine and a half pounds. My brother was actually ten pounds."

"Do you know if your mom was a big baby too? Maybe her siblings were big?"

I said, "Yeah my mom was a big baby too. So were her brothers."

Dipper smiled and said, "Yeah, your pussy was bred to take big cock and birth big babies. You were made to fuck. That's why you can take cock so well."

"I want to feel your cock inside me."

He said, "You like my cock don't you?"

"Yes, I want it."

"You like how deep I can fuck you?"

The question caused me to squeeze my thighs together, clamping our hands between my legs,

He said, "Get me a condom. Like I said, you shouldn't fuck your customers bare."

I said, "Okay." I opened my legs releasing our hands and went silent making no attempt to go get a condom. I contemplated my next words. I took a deep breath and said, "What if you were my pimp? Would I have to use a condom if you were my pimp?"

He smiled and said, "No."

I climbed on top of him, reached for his cock and it slid inside me pussy. I lowered myself fully onto his cock. Once again, my pussy was fully stretched. I said, "Fuck, you feel so good!"

He said, "Only your pimp should fuck you bare. Unless you tells you otherwise."

I said, "Ok."

He rolled me off him and back onto my back next to him. He sat up and rearranged the pillows against the wall. He pulled me up so I was sitting up against the pillows. He then climbed between my legs which I spread for him.

He said, "Grab my cock and put it inside you. Watch it as I push it inside you."

I did exactly as he said. I brought the head of his cock inside me and stared as I watched his cock disappear between my legs. His dragon fully disappeared inside it's lair. He held himself there and we stared at each other.

He said, "You like my cock inside you?"

"Yes."

He said, "You like being fucked by a pimp, don't you?"

"Yes, I love how you feel."

He sped up his pace for a minute and slowed again.

With full intent on being serious he said, "Are you being fucked by a pimp? Or are you being fucked by your pimp?"

He didn't let me answer and started giving it to me faster and harder. As he slammed into me the bed would rock against the wall.

I said, "Oh fuck! Oh shit!"

Still pounding me he said, "A pimp or your pimp?"

Again I said, "Oh fuck!" But then I blurted out, "My pimp! My pimp!"

He slowed down again but continued to push his cock in and out of me in full strides.

"Did you ever think you'd want a pimp?"

"No"

He said, "25 percent?"

I said, "Okay."

He said, "Of everything. Honor system, even the fucks I don't know about."

I said, "Yes. Okay. Just don't stop."

He pushed his cock fully inside me and held himself firm against me. He smiled and said, "Oh, your pussy can handle cock. So we'll share your wealth, right?"

I said, "Yes. Anything. Fuck me please."

He asked, "So you want me to give it to you?"

"Yes. Fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me. I want it."

As ready as I thought I was for what happened next, I wasn't. I had told him to fuck the shit out of me and I swear, had my bowels not been empty, I probably really would have shit because he fucked me so hard.

He gave me exactly what I had asked for. It was in no way how I thought my day would start out, but it had an unexpected effect. I was instantly infatuated. Not so much infatuated with Dipper; I was infatuated with his cock. I was infatuated in the fact that he was a pimp. I was infatuated that I wanted him to pimp me.

Between my moans and my screams I shared my delight with him.

He pounded me mercilessly, I nearly wanted to cry. But it hurt so good, I didn't want it to stop.

He had me and he knew it.

He said, "I want you to have my cock every day. Do you want that?"

I said, "Yes, I want that."

"You'll never deny your pussy to me will you?"

"Never."

"My friends can have you too."

"Yes."

"I want to fuck your pussy every day, no exceptions."

"Yes. Even during my period. I don't care."

He abruptly stopped fucking me, but he stopped on the deep stroke and was fully inside me. I looked down to stare at his groin flat against my pussy. My belly even bulged with his bulk inside me. Then I looked up at him and we stared at each other.

He said, "Are you really not on the pill or anything else?"

"No, I'm not."

"Are you ovulating?"

"Maybe. I know I'm close."

He said, "Maybe I won't need to fuck you while you're on your period. Maybe you should stop having periods for a while."

I asked, "Is that what you want?"

He said, "It's not up to me. It's up to you."

I said, "No, you decide."

"Why is that?"

I smiled and said, "Because you're my pimp. I can't believe it. I have and want a pimp."

He said, "That's my girl."

The talking stopped and he went back to pounding my pussy. But now with a purpose. And that purpose exploded inside me a few minutes later.

When he came he held himself deep inside me. As he let his cock drain inside me he stayed silent. He seemed to be examining the expression on my face.

I said, "What?"

"Did you like that?"

"Yes, I love how you fuck me. I love how you still feel inside me."

"Love is a pretty strong word"

"I know. I love your cock."

He said, "So now that we stopped fucking how do you feel now? Now that you're not swayed by my cock pumping your sweet pussy."

The problem was, his cock was still inside me. I was still swayed by it. I would remain swayed by it even when he wasn't fucking me.I looked at him and said, "It's not my sweet pussy, it's your sweet pussy."