Abbie appraised her ho. Ellen small and petite, like a sexy little Asian should be with average breasts that looked bigger because of how small she was. Her hair was like silk and her smooth face reminded her of a doll's. Abbie tapped her chin and licked her lips, realizing suddenly that she could do much better than a pair of free earrings if she marketed her fuck toy to the right people.
"I'm thinking the high-class callgirl look will suit you best." Abbie said, smiling almost sweetly at Ellen.
Ellen was relieved but also a bit disappointed. Quickly she tried to force that strange desire to be degraded by her Pimptress away. "Thank you Pimptress, you have very good taste."
Abbie laughed and didn't slap her. Being thanked and complimented by her merchandise was too ironic to not enjoy.
"Oh so you want to be high-class slut? You want to whore yourself for all of those rich and over-worked business men and office ladies?" Abbie leaned in close and grabbed Ellen's collar, tightening it around her throat so that her ho whimpered but was visibly aroused.
"Yes Pimptress."
"Which store sells the best designer clothes?" Abbie asked, tightening her grip just a bit for emphasis.
Ellen moaned and pointed up the escalator. "Valerie's. My Mom shops there a lot."
"Maybe you'll run into her." Abbie yanked Ellen forward and shoved her in front of her. "Sway those hips like the slut you are and show me the goods. I'll spank you if you don't do a good enough job."
Ellen was embarrassed but tried to obey. After a few steps, she yipped like a small dog when Abbie smacked her ass. Ellen felt the sting through the jeans and it made her pussy moisten.
"Put some more fuck me vibes in it slut. I want everyone to stare at my girl."
Being called Abbie's girl made Ellen hot with desire and she tried to please her Pimptress, swaying her hips like she'd seen women in music videos do it. Abbie nodded in approval behind her, enjoying the view herself as they got on the escalator.
They reached Valerie's almost as soon as they got off the escalator. Abbie actually stopped walking behind Ellen for a moment. The store took up three stores worth of space and she could see ultra-expensive fur coats and a suit with a price tag with way more zeros than her last scholarship check had.
"Fucking rich people pay this much for clothes? Shit, who'd want to pay me for my ho when they can afford a whole fucking harem?" Abbie grumbled to herself before noticing her bitch had already wandered into the store.
Rolling her eyes, Abbie walked through the doors and slapped Ellen hard. "Did I give you permission to leave my side?"
"I'm sorry Pimptress, I thought you were right behind me."
Abbie slapped her again. "Don't think. I do the thinking. You do the fucking!"
"Yes Pimptress, I am your whore." Ellen blushed when she said the words but she also felt giddy at the thought of belonging to her sexy blonde Pimptress.
Ellen wondered if she was a masochist or if she just really loved Abbie. Maybe a bit of both?
"Ellen? Is that you?"
Abbie turned at the sound of a woman's voice but Ellen froze in place. The women was dressed very nicely but also rather revealingly. She wore a black sleek women's suit vest top with nothing underneath, exposing ample cleavage. Her breasts were very large too, easily DD cups, maybe a bit more. Abbie caught sight of a hint of pink lace at the edges of her vest. The woman also wore a black short skirt. It wasn't a miniskirt but it wasn't too much longer. A pair of high-heels and pantyhose completed her outfit.
She was dark-skinned and Abbie thought she might be middle-eastern with her black shimmery hair going down her back and her piercing gray eyes.
The woman's eyes were on Ellen and the name tag she wore read [VALERIE.]
Abbie saw something in the woman's stare and smiled.
"Yeah, that's Ellen. We're here to get some new clothes." Abbie turned to Ellen. "Tell her why."
Ellen spun to stare at Abbie and almost shock with fear and dread. Valerie, the store's owner, was her mother's closest friend! She was practically family! Ellen knew she couldn't say anything to her about what was going on!
Abbie sighed and slapped Ellen as hard as she could. Ellen still didn't respond.
Valerie looked shocked but she didn't say or do anything. She just looked from Abbie to Ellen and waited.
"Ho, your Pimptress wants you to be honest or this is all over."
Abbie meant that she'd go to the police about Ellen's weed but her slave went cold at the thought of being abandoned by Abbie. Even if it meant being humiliated and degraded, she wanted Abbie to need her and to use her.
"I'm sorry Pimptress. I am a ho and for sale to anyone who wants me. I need the new clothes so I can better serve my Pimptress." Ellen had tears in her eyes as she said this to Valerie. "Please don't tell Mom."
Abbie slapped Ellen. "She can tell anyone who might want to buy a piece of your ass."
Ellen shivered at the thought of a family member buying her. The thought of her mother or any member of her family paying for her was both arousing and horrifying.
Valerie nodded to Abbie. "So that is how it is? You want to barter for the clothes?"
Abbie wondered if she'd been born to be a pimp. She'd picked up instantly on Valerie's lust for Ellen. The woman had probably been hiding it for a long time too.
"Absolutely. I want something sexy for my ho and something fucking fantastic for me."
Valerie nodded again and gestured for them to follow her. Abbie and Ellen walked behind the middle-eastern beauty as she picked various articles of clothing off of racks. Ten minutes later, they were at a plush couch in front of several elegant changing room doors. Nobody else seemed to be in the store.
"We're normally closed today but I have a special client coming in soon. You chose the perfect time to bring me this wonderful treat." Valerie smiled then and handed one pile of elegant clothes to Abbie and kept the rest to herself.
Abbie checked what she had and was impressed both by the feel of the white silk against her fingers and the exceptionally large price tag. Valerie had picked out a power business suit for Abbie that she instantly loved. It had matching cuff links included that she was sure were white gold. The pants had a stripe of gold thread down the sides as did the coat sleeves of the suit.
"This is nice." Abbie muttered then remembered she was conducting business. "Uh, you can do anything you want with my ho."
Valerie smiled at Abbie. "You sell such a treasure cheap." She handed Ellen her new clothes, a slinky red silk china dress with an intricate gold pattern and a slit up one side that Ellen could already tell would reach the top of her thigh. The neckline plunged more than she'd ever seen on such a dress before and she knew it would expose almost her entire chest.
"Strip." Valerie commanded.
Ellen's tears were flowing as she obeyed. Why was Valerie doing this? She'd been like an aunt to her all of these years.
Naked, Ellen started to cover her breasts and her crotch but Valerie gently moved her hands away. "No, you should not cover yourself. You are beautiful." Valerie's hands caressed Ellen's breasts but never her nipples, they slid down her sides and circled back to pat her buttocks. Ellen was breathing hard as Valerie slapped her ass suddenly, causing her to moan with desire.
Abbie sat back on the couch and watched, enjoying the show.
Valerie spun Ellen around and shoved her against the changing wall between two changing room doors. She ran her fingers down Ellen's spine then swatted her ass again, harder and with her open hand. Ellen groaned as Valerie's hand came down again and again.
Ellen's pussy was soaking wet and a thin river of juice was trickling down her legs as Valerie continued to slap her ass. Slowly her skin turned red and tender, each slap making Ellen almost orgasm with pleasure. At first Ellen had been pulling away from the blows but now she leaned backwards and thrust her ass toward Valerie.
"More," Ellen moaned, "oh God, please, more! Stick something in me!" Ellen could barely believe the words were coming out of her own mouth but she was so horny from the spanking and from Abbie watching her.
Valerie reached down between Ellen's legs and slipped a finger into her folds. Ellen gasped as the older women she'd always thought of as family began to slide a finger in and out of her hole. Panting, she tried to move her hips in time to match Valerie's thrusts but she wasn't skilled enough yet to get it just right. Ellen was sure she could learn though.
Her face was flush with desire and embarrassment but for the time being Ellen only wanted to be used like a whore. She needed to be satisfied. Valerie seemed to sense her desire and added another finger and then a third. She drove her digits in deep and hard, pounding Ellen's pussy better than any man could. It was almost as if Valerie knew exactly what Ellen needed at that moment.
"Auntie Valerie, oh God, please finger fuck me harder!" Ellen screamed as she lost control of herself entirely. She hadn't called Valerie 'auntie' since she was 7.
Valerie seemed to lose control after that. She began to roughly grope Ellen's breasts as she slammed her fingers hard into Ellen's pussy. She pressed up against Ellen's' back and whispered into her ear "I love you."
Ellen screamed as an orgasm rocked her entire body. It was such a satisfying feeling that she was almost delirious as Valerie spun her around and dropped to her knees in front of Ellen. The older woman began to lick Ellen's slit with ravenous hunger.
Fresh from her orgasm, Ellen felt new waves of explosive desire surge through her body. She started to take hold of Valerie's head to force the woman's mouth further into her pussy but her wrists were seized and her arms forced back against the wall. Ellen stared into Abbie's eyes.
"You don't dominate the client." Abbie said with a smile as she enjoyed the sight of Ellen being brought to orgasm after orgasm by Valerie's tongue. "Look only at me and think only of me ho. I'm your Pimptress and you belong to me."
Ellen moaned and suddenly strained forward against Abbie's hold and Valerie's forceful slurping between her legs. She wanted to kiss Abbie. The blonde's face and lips were so close and Ellen needed to kiss her.
Abbie shook her head and casually leaned back out of reach as Ellen went suddenly limp from Valerie thrusting her fingers into her soaking pussy again. Ellen could barely stand from the series of orgasms hitting her body over and over.
"Oh God, I'm cumming so hard! Oh yes!" Ellen screamed and threw her head back, eyes clutches shut in almost painful pleasure, as her pussy quivered and her juices flowed. Valerie greedily lapped her Ellen's clit and then she nibbled it, causing Ellen to scream again.
Ellen went completely limp and collapsed when Valerie withdrew from her pussy and Abbie let go of her wrists.
"I will call on you again for use of her." Valerie said to Abbie as she took a fancy silk handkerchief from her pocket and dabbed at her lips. "This isn't enough to cover the clothes."
Abbie had expected she'd have to let Valerie have Ellen at least a few more times to cover the ultra-expensive designer clothes. "No problem. Whenever you want, just let me know a few hours in advance."
Valerie nodded, already looking like nothing more than a sexy store owner waiting for an important client.
Abbie decided to let her money-maker rest for a moment while she changed into her new suit. She entered one of the changing rooms, which were each almost the size of her dorm room, and quickly changed. After admiring herself for a moment in the sleek white suit that fit her almost perfectly, Abbie walked out to find someone standing over her still passed-out from pleasure ho.
Abbie smiled and put out her hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm her Pimptress. And you are?" |