CHLOE’S CANING
I first met Chloe standing on the corner of the street in the rain. She was dressed in high heels, a short skirt and a sleek black top and though she looked wet and bedraggled she was still smiling as she touted for business. Chloe stood out from the other hookers because she was genuinely attractive. About five feet nine, with 36D breasts, long, flowing brunette hair and dark, piercing eyes, she instantly grabbed my attention as I drove slowly towards her. She stood there with one leg bent, provocatively, almost showing off what she had under the short skirt, but not quite.
I wasn’t looking for the same kind of business Chloe was offering to anyone who’d take her up on it, but I was looking for an attractive young woman. As I slowed the car down for the corner I nodded at Chloe and pulled round the corner, stopping about fifty yards further on. I watched in the mirrors as she started strutting towards me and at the last moment I lowered the window to speak. She asked if I was after business and I said maybe. She asked what I wanted and I said I was looking for an attractive woman who had no inhibitions and wanted to earn a lot of money.
By way of reply she asked what I was talking about, so I told her, half expecting her to walk away, giving me a whole mouthful of verbal, but she didn’t. Instead she asked me what I was going to pay, so I told her it was two thousand dollars for the work I’d mentioned.
Chloe thought about it for all of ten seconds and then walked round to the passenger door of the car and got in. Smiling she made a call to one of her fellow hookers, gave her my car registration number and told her she was busy for the next twenty four hours. Having finished the call she told me it was a security arrangement, whereby her friend would alert the cops to my car if she hadn’t made touch with her friend again in twenty four hours. I assured her I was far too well known to risk doing anything stupid and I didn’t fancy a ten stretch for manslaughter or life for murder. She smiled back and asked me what was going to be involved.
Before I continue, maybe I should introduce myself. I’m Ken Brown, and my business is making money on the Internet from porn movies. Actually I specialise in making movies of a particular style as you will see in this story. I expect the best from the girls and I pay them well for what they have to do. I told Chloe the order of events and a rough schedule and told her she could back out at any time she wanted, for a reduced fee of course. She smiled back as I glanced at her for the hundredth time since she’d got in the car. We were driving out of town now and my place was a few miles away in relatively isolated countryside. The last mile or so was little more than a dirt track that led to half a dozen estates. Mine was at the end of the track, set in about forty acres of land with a small river running down the back of the estate.
Chloe was about the twentieth girl I’d picked up for this work and I have to say my judgement is pretty good when it comes to picking out suitable girls. I’ve only had three that backed out and that was simply because they couldn’t cope with the demands of what I do.
Chloe looked at me and said she was concerned about the sheer amount of work I intended to do in twenty four hours so I politely asked how many men she’d usually pick up in an evening. She surprised me by saying she had a target of fifteen men. She went on to explain that probably seven or eight of those would be hand jobs, and take only a few minutes each down some alleyway or in the back of a car. Four or five more would pay for oral, which she usually did in the cars as well, and the men usually were so looking forward to it that they didn’t last more than a couple of minutes. Then, she’d have a handful that wanted to do it properly either up her cunt or her ass. Sometimes, when it was warm and dry she’d do it al fresco in an alleyway or drive to
I first met Chloe standing on the corner of the street in the rain. She was dressed in high heels, a short skirt and a sleek black top and though she looked wet and bedraggled she was still smiling as she touted for business. Chloe stood out from the other hookers because she was genuinely attractive. About five feet nine, with 36D breasts, long, flowing brunette hair and dark, piercing eyes, she instantly grabbed my attention as I drove slowly towards her. She stood there with one leg bent, provocatively, almost showing off what she had under the short skirt, but not quite.
I wasn’t looking for the same kind of business Chloe was offering to anyone who’d take her up on it, but I was looking for an attractive young woman. As I slowed the car down for the corner I nodded at Chloe and pulled round the corner, stopping about fifty yards further on. I watched in the mirrors as she started strutting towards me and at the last moment I lowered the window to speak. She asked if I was after business and I said maybe. She asked what I wanted and I said I was looking for an attractive woman who had no inhibitions and wanted to earn a lot of money.
By way of reply she asked what I was talking about, so I told her, half expecting her to walk away, giving me a whole mouthful of verbal, but she didn’t. Instead she asked me what I was going to pay, so I told her it was two thousand dollars for the work I’d mentioned.
Chloe thought about it for all of ten seconds and then walked round to the passenger door of the car and got in. Smiling she made a call to one of her fellow hookers, gave her my car registration number and told her she was busy for the next twenty four hours. Having finished the call she told me it was a security arrangement, whereby her friend would alert the cops to my car if she hadn’t made touch with her friend again in twenty four hours. I assured her I was far too well known to risk doing anything stupid and I didn’t fancy a ten stretch for manslaughter or life for murder. She smiled back and asked me what was going to be involved.
Before I continue, maybe I should introduce myself. I’m Ken Brown, and my business is making money on the Internet from porn movies. Actually I specialise in making movies of a particular style as you will see in this story. I expect the best from the girls and I pay them well for what they have to do. I told Chloe the order of events and a rough schedule and told her she could back out at any time she wanted, for a reduced fee of course. She smiled back as I glanced at her for the hundredth time since she’d got in the car. We were driving out of town now and my place was a few miles away in relatively isolated countryside. The last mile or so was little more than a dirt track that led to half a dozen estates. Mine was at the end of the track, set in about forty acres of land with a small river running down the back of the estate.
Chloe was about the twentieth girl I’d picked up for this work and I have to say my judgement is pretty good when it comes to picking out suitable girls. I’ve only had three that backed out and that was simply because they couldn’t cope with the demands of what I do.
Chloe looked at me and said she was concerned about the sheer amount of work I intended to do in twenty four hours so I politely asked how many men she’d usually pick up in an evening. She surprised me by saying she had a target of fifteen men. She went on to explain that probably seven or eight of those would be hand jobs, and take only a few minutes each down some alleyway or in the back of a car. Four or five more would pay for oral, which she usually did in the cars as well, and the men usually were so looking forward to it that they didn’t last more than a couple of minutes. Then, she’d have a handful that wanted to do it properly either up her cunt or her ass. Sometimes, when it was warm and dry she’d do it al fresco in an alleyway or drive to
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