“…I-I-I didn’t mean it like that…. I just like you…”
She smiled at him briefly and watched him lower his gaze.
“…Oh you’re a sweety… see me tomorrow…”
Jemima smiled to herself. That had gone excellently. He was ready for sissification, and her mistress would reward her for her work… She reached for her phone and turned the camera off before getting out into the cold night air again….
“… bye beautiful…” he mumbled as she walked away.
The night was not over and she would be seeing other clients. Tomorrow night, she would definitely be seeing that sorry loser again… but he would find a real woman waiting for him…
Her mistress pimp always liked to meet her victims in person before they became completely corrupted…
Jemima’s miniskirt hitched high up over her big bum and her fur coat blew with the chill wind. With a shocked gasp she realized the tattoo on her bum would be visible.
The tattoo was an inverted pentagram. It was the tattoo of ownership her pimp employed… In the middle of the pentagram was a bar code and deep in the flesh was a tracking device…
Jemima was too much of a bimbo airhead to understand who her employer really worked for… but she understood that showing that symbol to people could be offensive…
She walked off back into the night, hoping that her next customer could fuck her hard… She only came properly when she got fucked… and she needed to cum at least once a day or she would begin to get withdrawal symptoms…
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