The Business Man(Closed)

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Mr Junon was sitting in the back seat of his limo as they were strolling trough the dirtiest streets of New-York. It was the third that he had done this sort of activity trough his 29 years in this city. A powerful business man he had taken a habit of taking young girls who were living in the streets out of them. Twice he had done so already. His offer was a simple one, they would lodged and fed at his home and given opportunity to complete school but in exchange they would have to serve him sexually. Once they would be apt to live on their own, they would be freed from him.

Junon smirk as he putted his glasses on and adjusted his tie. "I can't believe how easy it is. He looked outside, trying to find the perfect girl. It was his third night without any success but he felt that tonight would be the one. His bodyguard was sitting next him alert to any danger as this was not the easiest of neighborhood. Finally, he spotted a young girl in the shadows of an alley.

"Stop the car and open the door for me" The car stopped and his bodyguard went out to open his door. Mr Junon got out of the limo. Although he was an impressive man out of 6 feet 6 inches and his 240 pounds of muscle the way he was standing was even more intimidating. Dressed in a white tailored suit he had long blond hair in a pony tail and was holding a walking cane made out of oak, the pomel in pure silver. He approached cautiously the girl stepping into the alley.

"Little girl are you alright?"
 
Krista

Krista could believe how stupid she'd been.

She thought she was in love. He swore he'd take care of her. She'd crossed the country with him when he'd found work here.

Then the arguments started. He'd hit her. Hard. She'd left.

Now she was alone. She had no money, she'd left most of her things there and didn't dare go back.

All her friends were on the other side of the country. She didn't think her parents would take her back after she'd run away with him, against everything they'd warned her.

Finally, feeling depressed and hopeless, she'd collapsed in an alley, crying with frustration. Her cheek was swollen with a dim bruise that marred her otherwise pretty face, her sandy blonde hair loose and uncombed. She pulled her legs close to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she sat.

"Little girl, are you alright?" she heard a voice say.

Krista looked up startled, scrambling to her feet. She brushed off the seat of her jeans, adjusted her t shirt over her round breasts and wiped her eyes.

"P..pardon me, I'm sorry, it's... it's just been a rough couple of days."

Her eyes looked over the big man in front of her. He was huge, a good ten inchs taller than she was and probably a hundred pounds heavier. She backed away slightly.
 
Mr Junon made a couple of steps toward the girl and kneel so he could be at her level. The black limo in the back was visible. Taking a tissue out of his pocket he gave it to her. He couldn't see her very well in the darkness so he stayed there.

"Come closer, don't be afraid. Let me take a look at you sweetie."

He waited for her next move. Usually it was the first few seconds of their meeting that he knew if she was a good choice or not.
 
Krista

Krista took the offered tissue politely, wiping her cheeks with it.

"H..hello."

Krista looked back down the alley way. She could see a limo waiting just outside. Krista's blonde eyebrows shot up. What was a man with a limosine doing out here?

"Come closer, don't be afraid. Let me take a look at you sweetie." he murmured.

Krista looked around slightly, then leaned forward just a touch, tilting her head back an inch, the small bruise on her cheek somewhat visible.
 
"You indeed seem to have had a bad day. Now listen to me carefully miss for I can help you get out of your misery but that is under certain conditions. Now I could bring you back to my home where you would be lodged and fed no problem. I would also help get back on your feet by paying for your tuition fees and letting you stay with me the whole time. I would also take care of all your needs and even give you an allowance of a thousand dollars per week but there is one condition. During that whole time you will become my sexual servant in all ways I need you. I'm not sick bastard, just a man who has a lot of tension and need to relieves himself often. So you tell would that be something that would interest you mademoiselle. If you don't think you can handle it just say so now, I won't take offense. I would simply leave you where I found you and everything will be the same again."

Getting up he extended her hand to her and awaited. "The choice is yours only miss"
 
Krista

Krista blinked in shock as the man propositioned her.

Of course, she thought to herself, He didn't drive a limo here because he likes the urban life.. he's looking for a woman.

Krista looked him over nervously, her blue eyes flicking over his white suit and elaborate cane. His clothes were flamboyant. She'd heard pimps recruited runaways like that, but his slight french accent seemed to high class for a street hustler.

Krista struggled to wrap her mind around the offer, which just seemed to bizarre .

"You mean... you want me to have sex with you? And in return, you'd give me a place to stay and help me get back into university?"

She looked at his extended hand, nervously, pressing her own hand over her breasts, not sure what to make of this bold, straight forward business proposal.
 
She seemed nervous so again he bent his knees to be on her level. He placed both of his hands on her shoulder and stared at her but she was looking at her feets.

"Look at me mademoiselle" That he said on a soft tone

Brushing the side of her cheek, the one bruised he added. "That is my offer and nothing more but I can add a little twist to it. But that will be it. My offer stand the same but I can take care of the person who did that little bruise to your pretty face. If you are afraid of my proposition, again I won't mind, I know how hard it can be for someone as 2 other women before you have accepted my offer. One now is working the government in urbanism and the other is trying to become a designer. So what choice will you make. I'll be fair enough I will be waiting in my limo giving you 5 minutes to think about it. If at that time you aren't with me in the back, I will drive away."

That said he went back to his Limo where his bodyguard opened the door and followed inside. Mr Junon started looking at his watch and waited.
 
Krista

Watched him go back into the limo, then wiped her nose with the tissue.

She thought about it.

He wanted her to be at his beck and call, for sex.

But didn't every guy want that?

In return, he'd give her a place to stay, help her with her education.

That was something not every guy offered.

But... I wouldn't be his girlfriend.. I'd practically be a whore.

Krista turned it over and over in her mind, hesitating in the alley. Go with him in his limo? Or stay here in the dirty alley, with the garbage?

Krista shuddered, then reluctantly padded out of the alley, slipping into the limo beside him, a small sad twist on her lips.
 
It had been only a minute when he heard the door opened and saw the woman sat next to him.

"I'm glad you accepted my offer. But first we need to take of little things before you get to live in my house."

Mr Junon motionned for a small microphone next to him and said : "Charlie would please head to Miss Vienna." The only was the limo starting to move.

"Miss Vienna is a friend of mine and she owns one of the most renowned beauty salon of New-York. There you will take a bath and she will take care of you for mostly the rest of the night. Don't worry I'll be with you the whole time."

Mr Junon took the girl hand and applied a soft kiss on it and looked at her. "I am Mr Carl Stephane Junon" in a perfect french. "What is your lovely name mamoiselle?"
 
Krista

Krista gave a small start as the limo door closed behind her with an ominous thud. She hoped it wasn't a bad omen of what could come.

The limo started in motion and Krista looked him over. "A beauty salon?" she murmured, a bit puzzled.

But then, she supposed after being chased out of her home, forced into an alleyway and crying for a good portion of the day, she must have looked a fright.

Krista shivered slightly as he took her hand and kissed it. She desperately went back to her grade school education in french to try to understand what he said.

"Uuh.. I'm Krista." she replied a bit nervously, with a flush on her checks.
 
The Limo stopped. It had been a ride of about 30 minutes. During this time, he explained to her that he was the owner of numerous Hotel chains and had made his fortune this way. Being in hotels also gives you access to a lot of different persons and thus the number of contacts he knew were impressive. He also asked to tell more about her, why she was all alone in an alley of New-York, etc.

That said they went out of the door, they were in the nice neighborhood of New-York now.

"Please go inside now, miss Vienna is already waiting for you. I'll be watching and letting you know if I like or not."
 
Krista

Krista had listened to Mr Junon talk about his good fortune in business with some envy. She was really a bit stunned that a man as successful as he claimed to be had been out prowling the back alleys of the bad parts of New York to look for a girl. That made her a bit nervous.

She explained to him her circumstances, how she and her boyfriend had come from Colorado, the fights, and finally how she'd left. He listened with good grace.

Finally, the limo pulled up to a small building in ritzy Manhattan. Unlike most shops, it didn't have an elaborate sign or bold front. A small placard near the door simply read Vienna's.

"Please go inside now, miss Vienna is already waiting for you. I'll be watching and letting you know if I like or not." he said, not unkindly.

Krista nervously stepped out of the car and went to the door of Vienna's. She stepped in side, looking around, not knowing what she would find.

The inside of the building was clean and professional. A simple desk and a few couchs, like a foyer for a comfortable office adorned the foyer.

A tall, dark haired woman, elegantly dressed waited in the foyer. As Krista entered, she approached, extending her hand.

"Good afternoon, Krista," the woman murmured. "I'm Vienna. Please come with me,"

Krista docilely let the taller woman lead her through a door into a long hallway. The whole experience was so surreal, like a whirlwind had picked her up in the alleyway and deposited her in a different world.

Vienna led her to a room with a small painted screen, a padded massage table and a large, porcelain tub.

"Here we are," Vienna said politely, motioning for Krista to head behind the screen.

"Please, get undressed.. Someone will be along shortly to see to you," Vienna said brusquely, then turned about leaving the spa room and Krista.

Krista headed behind the screen, looking about nervously. A bath sounded good at this seemed on the surface like any other nice spa she had heard about.

Krista slowly began to pull off her t shirt, the white cotton stained from the alley. She tilted back her head as she pulled her shirt of, a small flashing catching her eye as she did.

A small glass orb, in the corner, above the screen. A discrete camera.

He said he would be watching, Krista thought dully, a solid blush flooding her cheeks.
 
Mr. Junon

Mr Junon was sitting in the office of Vienna's beauty shop, a flat screen was in front of him and he was browsing trough the different camera of the shop.

"There she is" he thought tapping his hand on the desk while holding his cane with the other one. Zooming a little so he could watch her whole body he examined her closely. Her forms were great and she had some attituted. He would have fun with her plus she seemed more intelligent then she was showing. As she was stripping out of her shirt, he realised she had already noticed the camera.

"Perceptive indeed you are ma chère, although you shouldn't be ashamed of who you are you have a very great body Krista." He said those words trough a microphone. Adjusting himself in his armchair so he could be confortable he added

"While we are there, I would like you to show me more of you." Extending his arm he raised the volume of the stereo sending out the first few notes of a slow and passionate songs."

"Don't worry no one will bother us during that song, now dance for me Krista."
 
Krista

Krista flushed red as his voice came in over the intercom. He was watching, that was for sure. And expecting her to dance? She had never before undressed for someone watching her. Krista seriously considered bolting for the door.

Still blushing, Krista pulled off her t shirt and dropped it. She reached behind her back and slowly unclasped her bra, sliding it down to free her breasts, which were surprisingly full and round. As she did, Krista have her shoulders a small shake, making her bosoms bounce and sway in a parody of dance.

Krista unbuttoned her jeans, slowly bending and sliding them down her hips, stepping out of her jeans and hopping awkwardly as she pulled up her feet to tug her socks off. Her hips were round and her rump full. Her thighs were soft and her legs somewhat shapely.

The buxom young woman bent nervously, pushing her panties down her legs, revealing a patch of dark blonde hair as she straightened up, kicking her panties aside. Krista rolled her hips slightly, in some attempt at dance then shook slightly.

"What next?"
 
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