His Money, Her Education (Closed for Setanta84)

[LovelyLuna]

Carmen stood on tiptoe to reach a score from the top shelf, pulling it down with a little too much force and knocking herself backwards into the shelf opposite the one she was looking at. She rubbed her sore lower back with one hand, cursing under her breath as she looked at the title of what she had just taken down. It wasn't even the right piece. Sighing, she replaced it in almost the right spot on the shelf and decided to move on to some lower shelf work. Her arms were aching from reaching so high, and she only had another 15 minutes left of work anyway, no use killing herself over the last part of her day. Settling down on the floor, Carmen closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about how much money she was going to get in her next paycheck. The tuition was due next month and she didn't have it all, not by far. Her financial aid award was minuscule, a fact that she had argued over with the financial aid office for an hour or more. They claimed their hands were tied; despite her 3.6 GPA, they just couldn't afford to give Carmen more money. Education funding cutbacks were everywhere, and Carmen's parents didn't have the money to pay for her tuition. The college she was attending was a good one and, as such, extremely expensive. Carmen needed all the income she could get.

Her day was finally over, and Carmen logged her hours, clocked out and grabbed her things to head home. She was about to unlock her car when she heard her phone ringing. Worried that it was important, she fished out her phone and took the call.

"Hello? Mom? Yeah, I'm about to leave work now -- what do you mean? ...you and dad both? How is that possible? .... No, I can't.... No, Mom, I need to put it toward my tuition! ....can't you guys try and get them back?"

Carmen pressed her palm to her forehead, frustrated. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Both of her parents had been laid off in the same day and now they were asking her to cough up half her paycheck to pay the cellphone bill. Practically screaming now, Carmen retorted "I need this education, so I don't end up like the two of you!" With that, she ended the call and threw her phone back into her purse. She hadn't meant to sound so ungrateful. But life seemed too hard for a girl of 19, barely out of high school. Her fingers combed through her thick, dark curls, deep brown eyes staring at a spot on the ground. What the hell was she going to do? She was barely getting any hours at the library, and she had already sold a bunch of clothes and old books. She was at the end of her list of options. Standing there in the parking lot, Carmen looked absolutely forlorn in her tight denim shorts and loose fitting off the shoulder tee. The deep blue of the shirt contrasted nicely with her tanned skin, but also seemed to highlight her sadness. She could sense that tears were coming, and as she began to walk toward her car again, she tried to hold them in.

 

[Setanta84]

Daniel was running late. He had been with one of his most recent recruits from Columbia, Lauren, a cute blonde from one of the sticks upstate. While she had been very fortunately endowed in the brains and looks departments, Lauren was weirdly lacking in drive and ambition for a person who has escaped a hick town and got into an Ivy League institution. Her numbers often lagged and Daniel had to work out ways for her to make up for that on a nearly weekly basis. In this instance, Daniel had been rediscovering why Lauren likely got the kinds of favors she would have needed to get to successfully apply to Columbia as a first-year student--Lauren was a world-class cocksucker.

For the last five years, Daniel had been running an escort service and his service specialized in girls like Lauren. Girls whose families were not rich enough to afford a first-rate education, were not poor enough to qualify for most needs-based scholarships, and were foolish enough to let their daughters go to their first-choice universities during an economic downturn of historical proportions. Soon enough, they would hit a wall and be in serious financial straits and desperate enough to look for “sugar daddies” on Craigslist. That is the point in their lives during which Daniel would enter it and offer to spin their tattered finances back into gold.

Five years where college costs had skyrocketed, government support of students had plummeted, and nobody had shown much interest in actually fixing the job market had been very, very good to him.

While Lauren was unfailingly punctual and compliant when behind on earning, she had issues with focus. After meeting Daniel at the hotel he frequented when in the city, she had dutifully taken his shoes and belt off, stripped, affixed her collar, and crawled between his knees. It was only after her mouth had been stretched over Daniel’s large and thick endowment for a quarter hour that it had occurred to her to bring Carmen to Daniel’s attention.

“Oh Daddy *slurp* you know how much I just love *slurp* your big *slurp* fat *slurp* cock,” Lauren half moaned as her idea from earlier re-entered her head and she switched momentarily from her mouth to her hands. “I love to please it--please you, Daddy--and I hate disappointing you. But I think I know a way to make it up to you. One of my friends, Carmen, is in a situation similar to most of the girls on the job--and she’s got one of those big asses you like. Big titties, too, Daddy. And she’s barely legal.”

Half amused that Lauren was trying to use a friend as leverage and half angry that she had been sitting on a curvy girl susceptible to pressure, Daniel loving stroked Lauren’s cheeks and hair for a moment--before grabbing her by the hair and throwing her over the bed and lining his cock up between Lauren’s thin, athletic cheeks. “Tell me more about Carmen,” he growled as he brought his big hand down on Lauren’s ass and roughly violated her anus.

Between he yelps, cries, and moans, Daniel pieced together that Carmen was a curvy Latina from a working class background and had also made good. Lauren had met her in high school at a honor society regional meeting and they had reconnected after moving to the city. Apparently, Carmen’s conversation had been turning more and more to her family’s financial problems and she worked at the university library, not far from the hotel, which closed--in fifteen minutes.

Withdrawing as violently as he had entered Lauren, Daniel started to get dressed again as he had Lauren suck her ass off him. As he left, Daniel threw Lauren’s clothes at her and told her to be out of the room within five minutes--and to save a space on her schedule to finish her disciplinary session.

As he closed in on the library, Daniel noticed the largely deserted parking lot and he started to get angry. He had missed his shot at the fat-bottomed Latina today. Then he noticed the girl roughly fitting Lauren’s description of Carmen having some sort of argument on her cell while standing next to a car in a staff parking space.

Carmen’s parents had just lost their jobs. Lauren’s timing was freakishly perfect. Sliding a business card into the palm of his hand,.Daniel jotted his hotel’s information down on the back of it and approached her.

“Carmen! I’m so glad that I didn’t miss you. Lauren told me that you were looking for work--but I see this may be a bad time. Please, take my card. I’ll be at that address for the evening. If you’re interested, come by when you’re more collected.”

 

[LovelyLuna]

Carmen angrily pressed the unlock button on her car keys four or five times, watching the lights flash each time, trying to decide what she was going to do to remedy this situation. She couldn't possibly get any more hours at the library -- she was basically working full time there as it was. And besides, she needed to take off soon so she could get ready for the coming semester. Of course, if she didn't come up with several thousand dollars, and fast, she wasn't going to have any semester at all to look forward to. As she approached the trunk of her car, ready to toss her bag into it, she heard a man's voice, deep and loud, call out to her. Turning quickly, ready to punch someone in the face if need be, Carmen was greeted by the sight of a tall, broad-shouldered man.

His hair was dark, his eyes bright, his clothes sharp and clean. Carmen had no idea who the hell he was, but he was saying things, and holding out a business card. So glad that he didn't miss her... Lauren? Carmen searched her brain, trying to determine which Lauren he could be speaking of. Her close friend Lauren? Why would Lauren know this man? And why would she tell him that Carmen was having financial troubles? Ever polite, even if this man was approaching her in a deserted parking lot and could have been a serial killer, Carmen took his business card slowly, turning it over to glance down at the address.

"Uh... okay... Lauren?" Carmen looked up at the man -- Daniel, she now knew from the business card -- eyes inquisitive.

"Yes... Lauren. Just stop by if you have the time tonight."

With that, he turned on his heel and headed back to his car, a large, shiny black thing that looked very expensive. Carmen stood there, still surprised, and looked down at the pressed board card in her hand again. It was thick, on expensive card stock, and had merely the man's name and cell phone number. No job title or description of what he did. That was odd. And on the back, a hastily scribbled hotel name and address. She knew where the place was, she had to pass it every day on her way to work.

Still pondering the situation, Carmen opened up her trunk, depositing her bags in it and then getting into the driver's seat. She dialed Lauren's number on her phone and plugged it into the car stereo, listening to the ringing as she began to drive away. Daniel's car was gone, so Carmen was beginning to breathe a bit easier. It didn't seem as if he was out to follow her and murder her. Lauren's voice was suddenly coming through the car's stereo, a very peppy "Hello! Carmen?"

"Yeah, hey Lauren... listen, the weirdest thing just happened..." Carmen started off hesitantly.

"Daniel? Yeah, just go meet with him. I swear, he's not going to chop you into pieces."

Carmen was surprised that Lauren immediately knew what she was going to say. It was obvious that she had spoken to Daniel just before he had tracked Carmen down in the parking lot. That was interesting.

"All right, well... as long as you say he's okay. What kind of work does he have? Is it like, filing or something? I'm not terribly strong, so manual labor is kind of a no...."

Lauren cut Carmen off here with a laugh, and a quick dismissal. "Just go see him. Love ya... I've gotta go, all right?"

And with that she hung up. Carmen was still confused and still a bit concerned. She really needed the money though...

After she had been home for about an hour, undressing and unwinding from the work day, Carmen had finally made the decision to drive to the hotel to meet with Daniel. He had seemed kind enough, and she was desperate. Besides, she could go, see what work he needed done, and if it was too much, she could always decline.

She had just gotten out of the shower, and she dried her long curls carefully and then searched for something to wear. A quick survey of her closet and her drawers gave her a few options, which she narrowed down to a short black dress that hugged her breasts and waist and flared out at her hips. It hit about mid-thigh, and it was sexy but not terribly so. She liked the way she looked in it. It accentuated her tiny waist and hid her ass, which was firm but big. She spritzed herself with perfume, put on some simple diamond studs (the nicest piece of jewelry she owned), and fluffed her hair a bit. Minimal makeup, no lipstick, and she was ready to go.

The drive to the hotel was uneventful, and Carmen listened to the radio to pass the time and calm her nerves. She was beginning to feel like this was all a dream. A job offer without her having to search for one? That was unheard of, especially for a 19 year old college student without a degree of any sort. Pulling up to the hotel, she parked her car close to the front doors and was let in by a doorman in a fancy suit. She approached the front desk and gave her name and the name of the man that she was there to see.

"Ahh, yes, Carmen... He's waiting for you. Room 707, it's a suite so you can't miss it."

Carmen nodded and headed for the elevator. She smelled her breath, checked her teeth in the reflective surface of the shiny elevator doors, smoothed her hair and made sure her dress was laying right. She held tightly to the purse on her shoulder as she exited the elevator and made her way to the door at the end of the hall, clearly marked 707 in big, gold numbers. She raised her fist to knock, got nervous, took a deep breath, raised her fist again and rapped on the door three times. She heard the clearing of a throat from within, and then the door swung open and Daniel was standing in front of her.

"Hello, Carmen.... I'm so glad you could come...."

"Uh... hello, Daniel... I hope I'm not late...."

 

[Setanta84]

The way the dress hugged Carmen’s tits was a promising bit of business, Daniel could feel his cock swell as he casually checked the girls front out and welcomed her into the room. “Of course not, Carmen, there was no set time and you did not come out at a terribly late hour.

Placing his hand behind Carmen’s back, Daniel guided her into the room. There was no hiding the size of Carmen’s ass, but the skirt did obscure the details. He’d have to wait until later to make a judgment.

As Carmen sat down at the conference table in the suite, Daniel poured her a vat of Johnnie Walker Blue and handed it to her. He chatted her up about school, her work history, and her past with Lauren, waiting until she was relaxed and well into her second glass before revealing the true nature of the meeting. That’s when he returned to her financial problems.

“I don’t mean to pry, but I couldn’t help overhearing that your parents just lost their jobs.”

Carmen looked embarrassed and the alcohol made her flush faster than usual. She did not want to appear desperate. “You heard that, huh?”

“Yes, it’s unfortunate. A working class girl like you, in this economy, going to a good school--it must be a heavy load.”

“It is. I’m going to need to come up with a few thousand dollars before the term starts, somehow.”

“$7,500.”

“What?”

“Based on your financials, your past spending history, and the projected tuition and books for the term, you need $7,500.”

“How do you know that?”

“Lauren was in a similar situation when she first came here, you know. I think you might find her interview interesting.”

With that, Daniel picked the remote up and turned on the HDTV set on the wall beside them. It showed Daniel and Lauren in the same room, at the same table. Daniel was rattling off Lauren’s financial information and then walked her through how they could solve it. It appeared to be more of a financial counseling session than an interview. Then Daniel placed the exact amount of money she needed in cash on the table and asked Lauren if she agreed to his terms. Standing up, Lauren said “Yes, Daddy”--and began to disrobe. Once she was fully nude, Lauren put on a collar that Daniel produced, got on her hands and knees, and crawled between his legs. Daniel froze the image as Lauren produced his 8’’ long, very thick member and placed her mouth over the head.

Carmen was in shock. As she looked from the screen, to Daniel, and back to the screen, Daniel placed a similar collar, a beeper, and a black bank deposit case on the table.

“I run an escort service. Lauren was in deep financial trouble last year. She was so desperate that she placed an ad on Craigslist for a ‘sugar daddy’ that proposed an exchange of sex in return for settling her debt with her university. Luckily, for her, I found it. I had her come in with a clean bill of health, walked her through her financials, and then put her under contract with my service in the way I just showed you. Would you like to know what I can do for you?”

Half of Carmen wanted to bolt for the door that instant. The other half of Carmen was a cheap date. She was buzzed--and slightly aroused. “I don’t know--”

Time for the hard sell, Daniel thought. “Carmen, I’m going to be frank her. Unless a guardian angel descends from Heaven in the coming weeks with a bag of money like this,” Daniel locked eyes and patted the bag of money, “you are quite simply fucked. You won’t make rent, and you won’t make tuition. If you’re extremely lucky, you’ll be forced to withdraw for the year, get a shit job back home, and pay down the debt of your already disbursed financial aid. If your experience is more similar to the experience of most students in this situation, you won’t find that job, eventually fall into default on your loans, the path back to school will be cut off. The rest of your life will be defined by inescapable poverty and $100k in non-dischargeable debt. Now, are you sure you don’t want to hear me out?”

“I guess it couldn’t hurt, Daniel--”

“Good. Here is what I propose: You will enter into a probationary period with my service, where I will train you to perform to the standards that our clients expect. Your compensation will consist of a stipend, settled debt with the university, and the cash you will need to break your lease and move into our compound in the city, which is a condition of your employment. The case has $20,000 in cash, which will cover all that. Any questions?”

“If I wanted to do this, which I’m not sure I do, how would I pay that back?”

“Provided you apply yourself and earn at a commensurate level with the other girls, the $20k will represent a month of your net income from the service. You will be contractually bound to us for at least one year and a year for every year we pay for your schooling after that. Do you find my conditions for this help acceptable?”

There was something about a man in a suit and a take-charge attitude that was making Carmen seriously tingle. Struggling to meet Daniel gaze, Carmen delivered her answer: “I’ll do it.”

Daniel looked pleased and openly adjusted his now full erection in front of Carmen. “I’m glad you’ve made that choice. From now until you are released from the service, at my pleasure or by mutual agreement, you will refer to me only as ‘Daddy’ in written, spoken, and electronic communication. Understood?”

“Yes, Dan--”

Daniel shot Carmen a menacing glance while his jaw and fist clenched. In a voice filled with authority, he said, “Pardon me, slut?”

Carmen squirmed and was surprised to feel her pussy flood and the juices start to flow down her thighs into her panties. She looked up and in the most respectful, girlish voice answered properly. “Yes, Daddy, I understand.”

“After the Q and A section of the interview, I’m going to inspect you and then try you out. I like to know what I’m selling. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. When it comes to your sexual health history, we’ll let the doctor take care of that when you go in for your post-interview exam. Now, I’m going to ask you a few questions that are usually of interest to our clientele. What is your ethnicity?”

“My dad is black, and I'm Portuguese on his side. My mom is white, and I'm Italian, German, Welsh and Polish on her side.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No, Daddy, I’m not”

“How experienced are you?”

At this, Carmen became flustered and broke eye contact. “I’ve only slept with--”

“Fucked.”

“What?”

“Specifics, Carmen. I don’t like to use euphemisms, however polite, in business. You fucked them, right?”

“Yes, Da--Daddy, I fucked them.”

“Good girl, proceed.”

Carmen was blushing at this point and was nervously handling the hem of her dress. “I’ve only fucked two guys. But we fucked a lot.”

“Have you ever orgasmed during sex?”

“No.”

“That’s a shame. Have you ever sucked cock?”

Carmen looked up from her lap and--with lust and conviction in her voice that surprised both of them--answered. “Daddy, I love to suck cock.”

“That’s very pleasing to hear, slut. Have you ever engaged in assplay and/or anal sex?”

“I love being spanked--and I’ve always been curious about anal--but neither of them showed much interest in that, Daddy.”

“Well, I will have to properly break in that ass.”

Carmen squirmed in her chair. “I’m nervous about that, Daddy.” Pointing to the screen Carmen spoke a little shakily. “I’ve never had a cock that big. And I’m so tight back there, Daddy.”

“Neither of the two past fucks were close to me in size?”

“No, Daddy, they weren’t. They were tiny. Both were about five or six inches long and thin. And it was still a tight fit. The only thing like you I’ve experienced is my vibrator. It feels great on my clit--but I’ve never been able to take it. I’m practically still cherry.”

“A potential selling point, if you’re telling the truth. Stand and strip.”

Carmen stood, her sex throbbing--but she did not fully understand why--and slowly removed the dress. Looking down, she noticed the black and white striped bikini panties she was wearing were noticeably soaked. She buried her chin in her neck, becoming flush as her nipples hardened and her sex grew wetter.

Daniel allowed himself to drink in the new slut’s shame for a few seconds before correcting her. “All of it, slut.”

Carmen reached back and unclasped her bra. As it fell away, revealing her large, firm breasts and swollen nipples, she uttered “Yes, Daddy.” After removing her panties, she caught Daniel pointing to the coffee table as he hungrily eyed her swollen labia.

“Put on the collar and get on all fours on the bed.”

As soon as she had donned the collar and assumed the position, Carmen felt Daniel’s presence behind her, then his hands on her ass. He gave her a good hard smack and then roughly kneaded and spread her cheeks.

“No more conservative skirts. This ass is one of your stronger attributes. Firm, large, very spankable--I love how light your cheeks are, it contrasts beautifully with the dark crack and asshole.”

“Mmm, Daddy. Heh, I guess it’s my ethnicity.”

Daniel reached into one of his suit pockets and produced a condom, and tapped her on the shoulder with it. “I hate to do this, but unlike Lauren you weren’t screened before this meeting. Put this on me, and then we’ll see if that cute dark pussy is as tight as you say.”

 

[LovelyLuna]

Carmen followed every one of Daniel's instructions to the letter, feeling a new sort of arousal rising up inside of her. She had never been talked to like that by any man, anywhere. She knew guys looked at her, drinking in the sight of her full ass and tits, her hips swaying as she walked. But she had never really focused much of her attention on being a sex symbol. She had never ever even considered the possibility that she could use her body to get the things she wanted.

Now, perched on a plush bed, naked and on all fours, Carmen was beginning to discover that she liked this. She liked Daniel's rough strong hands on her ass, spanking her and spreading her cheeks. She liked hearing him call her "slut", liked seeing how hard his cock was getting underneath his pants. She wanted this. And hey, $7500 was an epic fuckload of money to gain all in one night. How could she say no?

Carmen reached for the condom that Daniel was handing her, turning around on her knees on the bed to face him. She gazed up at him for a moment, big brown eyes searching for approval. He nodded and she reached for his belt buckle, undoing it deftly, followed shortly by his zipper. She could feel the raw heat from his body underneath her hands. Her fingers trembled a bit as she reached a small hand into the opening of his boxers to find his cock. It didn't take long.

Swallowing hard, Carmen wrapped her fingers around the massive hunk of flesh that was Daniel's shaft and tugged carefully to release him into the open air. An audible gasp escaped her lips as she finally came face to face with what she could only call the beast. He was long, at least 8", and nearly as thick if she measured all the way around. The head of his cock was cut and swollen: thick, reddish purple, angry with arousal. He felt very hard already, but even now as she gripped him in one small hand, she could feel his length throbbing and pulsing. Carmen swore he was growing right before her eyes. She whimpered softly, her tummy filling up with nervous butterflies. He was nearly twice the size of any man she had ever been with, and that terrified her. She knew this was going to hurt, no matter how slow or careful he was -- and she had no guarantees that he would be careful at all.

"Mmm, Daddy? You're not going to fit..." Even while she protested weakly, Carmen was carefully unwrapping the condom, curious if the thin latex could even stretch enough to accommodate Daniel's cock. But she managed within a few seconds, pinching the tip and then rolling the rest down to the base of his cock. Breathing in deeply and then breathing out, Carmen turned around for Daniel once more, lowering the upper half of her body to the soft blankets below her and glancing back over her shoulder.

"Please don't hurt me, Daddy..." The words were soft, weak, but also hid a hint of Carmen's arousal. As terrifying as Daniel's dick was, Carmen had a feeling that it would feel good once her tight pussy could accommodate it. Carmen waited now as Daniel ran one hand over her ass, then brought it crashing down onto her right cheek. She winced, but it was a very pleasant kind of pain. A whimper and a moan worked their way from her lips before she breathed out "Ohhh, Daddy, please spank me again...."

Daniel gave in to her request once, then twice more, before taking his raging hard cock and lining it up at the entrance to her pussy. He began to push forward a bit and within moments, Carmen squealed. He was huge, she was completely unprepared. Sensing the need for a bit more lubrication despite how wet her pussy was for him, Daniel withdrew the centimeter of his cock that he had gotten in and rubbed the head against her slit, watching as she began to produce more slick juices.

"You're getting nice and wet for Daddy's cock, slut, even though you screamed.... You must want it..." Daniel spanked her once more, producing a soft whimper from her, then teased the entrance of her pussy again. He was determined to slip into her.

 

[Setanta84]

Lauren has a scary eye for talent, Daniel thought as his new biracial pussy leered at his cock with open lust and hunger as she goaded him.

"Mmm, Daddy? You're not going to fit."

"Please don't hurt me, Daddy."

Daniel was so hard his balls were hurting. And that big, light ass of hers was so spankable. Light enough for the handprints to show up clearly, dark enough to be clearly the ass of a woman of color, round, womanly--it was perfect. He pressed in--and then her squeals stopped him.

Carmen was a test for Daniel. She was the exact kind of girl he liked to fuck and a natural sub. A good part of him wanted to simply grab hold of Carmen and impale her on him. But the businessman in him feared damaging a newly acquired asset.

Then Daniel remembered what she had said about the toy she had compared him to: "It feels great on my clit." Daniel grabbed Carmen by the back of her hair and collar and ground his huge, cut, cockhead into her clit, making her moan--and practically drench herself in juice.

As he saw her wet little flower pulse and open, he pressed into her, forcefully, but not roughly, feeling her entrance give way to the head of his cock.

"You are indeed as tight as you said. That's going to be a moneymaker, babygirl."

 

[LovelyLuna]

Carmen dug her fingers into the bed as Daniel pushed his cock into her cunt slowly, but with force. He was just as huge as she had thought, stretching her around his cock with each inch that he pushed forward. It hurt less now that she was a bit wetter, but Carmen still wasn't prepared for the large intrusion. She moaned softly, which turned into a whimper and then a cry.

"Fuck, Daddy, your cock hurts... Will they all be this big?" She knew that if she could learn well, Daniel would soon be renting her out to whoever his clients were. She was curious about the types of men who liked to hire extremely expensive escorts. Would they all be businessmen? Would they be attractive? Old? Young? Carmen didn't have time to ask questions like this with the way that Daniel was pressing forward.

He mentioned that she would be a moneymaker. Carmen felt her arousal grow as she heard that, wondering if she was really such an asset. Would men pay good money to fuck her?

His fingers were still tangled in her hair, pulling her body up and making her back arch. She knew that he wasn't all the way inside of her, not even close, and she half relished, half despised that fact. "Daddy, I feel like you're going to tear me apart..."

Daniel chuckled softly at her words, soothing her by rubbing his hand over her ass slowly. "Baby girl, I'm barely in... Now back that sweet ass up on my cock. Take me the rest of the way."

Carmen hesitated, unsure of herself. She glanced over her shoulder again and caught the stern look on Daniel's face. He meant it. "Now." Daniel's word was punctuated by a hard slap to Carmen's ass and she whimpered as she began to push back, sliding her cunt down the length of Daniel's fat cock. It hurt, and she winced, her entire face contorting in pain. But she pressed on, and after a moment or two, she felt her ass hit Daniel's torso. Opening her eyes, she looked back at him with pride on her face, smiling.

"Daddy, you're in... You're filling me up...." Carmen wiggled on his cock, trying to open herself up to him a bit more. She moaned, pulling off and then pushing back over Daniel's length. She moved slowly, but it was easier now than before.

 

[Setanta84]

Daniel knew it had been too easy, turning Carmen. In five years, he had been through a lot of girls. Some, like Lauren, were whores before he ever met them. Some were truly desperate and needed to be broken down and molded into whores. And some just ran for the dour and washed out. Carmen was different.

The way Carmen gave in and assumed the position--and all the things she said while Daniel had his way with her--smacked of something else. Something rare: the natural whore.

He had only come across a few in years of doing this, but there were some girls, like Carmen, who did everything by the book and were prim and proper as could be--but had a dangerous energy to them in some still and lonely moments. Like they had some serious fire under a porcelain facade and you only had to break it to get burned. Carmen was definitely one of those types. She had been a whore all along. Carmen just needed someone to come along and give her the excuse to be one.

With how her enthusiasm, tightness, and natural flair for flattering the clients, Daniel knew Carmen would be a top earner without much, if any, guidance. But he wanted to “train” this one. Daniel wanted to mold Carmen into his #1 Girl.

Snapping out of it, Carmen’s girl-like smiles and come-ons had turned to loud moans and scream. He had been answering each of these thoughts by packing up the pace of the stroke--and had been pounding her viciously for minutes.