Jumping Ship

[Baddie4Life]

It was a cold and windy November evening as the sound of people laughing and having a good time could be heard through the streets of the city. Lights flickered along the pavements as people moved around in their going out attire. Outside one particular flashy club called Iconic there was a growing queue forming to get in…everyone wanting to get in out the wind. Within that queue Sabrina’s knees shook together furiously as her legs were chilled to the bone. Even though she was wearing some sheer black tights, it made little difference in the autumnal gusts. Her legs felt naked, but atleast her feet were a bit more protected she thought, encased in her black suede ankle boots and they really complimented her tights too. It was a great combo.

The rest of her outfit consisted of some really short blue denim shorts, belt and then like some kind of sheer nylon upper body vest mostly covered by a black jacket. The jacket was warm, but the gap from her waste to her neck of exposed nylon was another chill point. Beneath that nylon vest could be seen the outline of her black bra. It was all quite seductive in a way. Her lovely brown brunette hair came down below each shoulder. She had a very attractive face and a well made up face. She knew how to look good fit her clients.

Tonight she knew this wasn’t just pleasure, it was business. For the last few months she’d been subsidising her tuition costs by doing a little escorting. It started off with a few guys around campus and then a professor or two. Now she’d moved on to the more wealthy students from the more expensive college…it was first for cash, but since she’s been doing it she started to enjoy the buzz of being taken out and about. Sometimes she was wined and dined at some really nice places. Other times she’d stay with clients in expensive hotels. It wasn’t that she didn’t know the risks involved, but she loved the thrill and the money she’d made had not only covered her tuition, it had allowed her to buy some nice designer clothes, expensive perfume and even cars were now in her reach.

Tonight she was with a posh student from the fancy top college tuition fully paid and with a boat load of cash for whatever or whoever he wanted. Erik, he wasn’t much to look at, but they had met on another night out and got talking. She’s agreed to go with him tonight. She stood in the line thinking about the hundreds she would make tonight, that kept her warm inside…but it didn’t stop the cold beating through between her legs…then up her tight shorts.

“When will get in…I really need to pee” she said jokingly as she held his arm and brushed her hair back out of her eyes.

“Don’t worry, we are almost there and then we can do some dancing…that’ll warm you up” said Erik as he got a bit further up. They were almost there. Around them someone fired off the cork of a Champagne bottle.

“I hope you’ve got my gift” said Sabrina in a little teasing way as her hand felt his right pocket of his trouser. However it was empty.

“Oh yes. It’s safe and sound…” he said patting something inside his jacket.

“…you’ll get what’s coming to you, as will I” he said as he faced her and his hand moved behind her and squeezed the tight buttox of her shorts. Her face smiled and winked to him her hand still in his trouser pocket…she also felt something and gave a little squeeze. His eyes lit up “naughty girl” he said.

She couldn’t believe how far she had gone with this side hustle in such a short amount of time, but so far so good. Now they moved up and through the doors of the club.

“I’ll get us some drinks” said Erik as he moved to the bar. Sabrina followed, forgetting her need to pee now they were inside and warm. She looked around scanning the room…she felt strangely alone considering she’d come here with Erik. She wondered who else might by in the club…hopefully no one she knew.

 

[justabrick]

Sandro spotted the couple as soon as they walked into the club from his vantage point at the corner of the bar. They were well-dressed- clearly, they had money. But something was... off. What was a so-so guy doing with such a drop-dead gorgeous girl? She seemed to be upset about something, but at the same time, clung to this average-looking kid.

He looked over at the girl- she was dressed in a way that told him she was trying to impress, too. And it worked. Sandro watched out of the corner of his eye as they made their way to the bar, with his hand gently on a bulge in his jacket pocket. It was the wrong shape and size to be a gun. A wad of money, maybe. Judging by the size, way more than this club required. Things were starting to click.

Sandro had some money in the bank, himself, but unlike the snobby rich college kids in this city, he wasn't born into it. From a young age, growing up on the outskirts of town, he had learned to hustle and grind his way through life, joining a gang when he was 16. Through muscle and street smarts, he'd made his way to near the top of the pecking order, and sometimes, he felt like he ran this town. This was one of those times. He smelled an opportunity, and he wasn't about to let it slip. He took one last sip of his drink, ran his hand over his neatly trimmed beard, then the muscles hidden by his leather jacket, and moved down the bar towards them.

"How you doin'? I'm Sandro," he smiled, sat next to the guy on the side where the bulge in his jacket was, and held out his smooth, large hand, first to the girl, then the guy. As tall as she was in her heels, he was a little taller, and he enjoyed the view.

 

[Baddie4Life]

Sabrina was taken aback by the confidence of the stranger and gladly took his hand in response. He was very tall and handsome, unlike her date…Eric seemed surprised… maybe even caught off guard. He seemed to do is best to pretend this wasn’t happening.

“We are good…just got in from that westher outside…I’m Sabrina and this is Erik” she said introducing them both as she stood with her legs crossed, a bit giddy.
Erik was busy ordering some drinks for the two of them and partly ignored the Sandro guy a bit rudely.

“Sandro…an interesting name” she said as she stood between them and was passed a drink by Erik…some kind of vodka mixer. “You come here often?” She asked him.

 

[justabrick]

"This is my hood, yeah," Sandro smiled, and held eye contact. "How about you, Sabrina? You from around here?"

He aimed to distract them both just long enough to slip his hand inside this Eric guy's pocket for a fraction of a second. It was almost too easy- Sabrina seemed to melt just as soon as she looked at him, and Eric didn't want to acknowledge him in any way. And the best target is someone who won't look at you.

He slid onto the barstool beside Eric, and enthusiastically chatted with Sabrina across from him, at one point bumping up against Eric, and slipping the wad of cash into his own pocket. It was thick- this girl must charge a bundle! He hoped she was worth it...

"Well, I better be going. I'm meeting someone at the bar across the street," he said, patting Eric on his slender shoulder, and giving Sabrina a sly wink.

With that, he got up, straightened out his jacket once more, and disappeared, walking straight to Rick's Place, the bar across the street.

 

[Baddie4Life]

His eyes were quite pretty and she liked his tone. He gave off some kind of gangsta-esk vibe which was interesting. The mention of “hood”. She couldn’t help but feel attracted to the player and the bad boy. It was always a weakness of hers.

“I’m a student…over at the college…among other things” she replied to him with a cheeky smile as she suddenly felt a strange pull to him. What was wrong with her…was it the drink? Eric was still none the wiser.

The wink he gave her as he left very much did make her feel a bit cheeky and hot. It turned her on this random guy was confident. Then she wondered, had he just lifted the money from Eric? He seemed to be almost making a stealth getaway.

As Eric slowly checked his pocket he came to the realisation something was amiss. “Wait a second…did I drop. I’ll be right back” and he went off to check the floor they had just walked over. However Sabrina already knew where that wadge of cash, her cash, was going…out the door and across the street.

“I’m just going to go to the rest room…” she said making up a quick lie in order to get away. She grabbed her things and followed Sandro out. He hadn’t got far. He stood at the other bar and she strutted over to him with a slow walk. She knew she had now officially jumped ship.,

“Sandro…weren’t you forgetting something?” She said as she approached him in a coy tone.

“Me of course.” She answers in a playful way before he could respond. Her hands did a little surprise motion almost as she pretended he was now the one with his hands on the prize.

“It would seem I’ve jumped ship… as long as you wish to…make the same exchange?” She asked playfully as she put her hand on his shoulder.

 

[justabrick]

"Eric didn't want to join you?" he smiled. Right on cue, he saw the college boy leave frustrated from the club across the street, get into his car, and speed away.

"Well," Sandro grinned, putting down his bourbon, "You're a clever girl... And you've got hustle... You know I respect that. Why don't you come over here and make sure it's all here? If you're as good as I think you are, I'll throw in a little extra..."

He parted his legs and tapped the bulge in his pocket, while the bulge below his zipper became clear. The bartender turned a blind eye, knowing better than to pay too much attention to Sandro and his dealings.

 

[Baddie4Life]

“I’m afraid he didn’t have what I needed…I think you might be more what I’m after” she said as she circled him in her sexy attire, like a huntress, her sexy long legs moving elegantly in there sheer tights. The sound of her heeled boots echoing on the floor.

She grinned as he spoke about giving her the cash. Her eyes lit up at the bulge. It was naughty and also the cash she wanted. Pound signs filled her eye as she looked to his pant fly. As he parted his legs she looked keenly. She sent him a seductive sexy look imagining a large pulsating sock next to a wadge of cash. Men were so easy to please.

Her red painted nails ever so slowly made there way to his parted knees and landed at the same time. Sabrina hands then gracefully moved up his legs from the knees caressing as they went. Her slender sexy fingers moved carefully and with purpose.
“Is this what you had in mind?” She asked him devilishly as her hands then glided off him and she circled behind him.

At this point her sexy nailed hands dove into his trousers pockets on each side as she kissed him from behind on the cheek, nipping his ear a little with her teeth. One hand moved to find a nice packet of something in his right locks which seemed like it could be the cash.

The other hand moved more playfully in the left pocket an felt a warm mass to the centre of his legs. Through the inside pocket which was very thin her nailed tapped on large shaft bulging in his under wear and got a little grippy.

“You’ve got deep pockets Sandro and I love a man with deep pockets” she said to him in a sexy voice.

“Do you like being frisked?” She asked him as her hands played in his pockets. “I could do all sorts with my left hand” she said as she got a grip through his pocket liner on his shaft and began an up and down pumping motion.

 

[justabrick]

"Is this what you had in mind?"

He groaned soft and low in her ear in response. His breath hitched as she kissed each ear.

"I love being 'frisked'," he grinned, his breath starting to come in quicker bursts as she expertly worked his shaft through his pocket. "But... maybe we should take this back to my place? Or... the bartender won't mind if we slip out back..."

He ran his large, rough hand firmly down her toned, fishnet-covered thigh. "Up to you, darling."