Working Girl by Mr. Varied Tastes

Despite the fact that Ophelia was standing on a corner in short-shorts at 9’o clock at night, everything was pretty good. You see Ophelia was part of the private pleasure industry also known as prostitution. She was a white woman 24 years young and took this job mostly to spite her ex and her overly Catholic parents.

Ophelia was pretty good at her job, she even says so herself. She owns the corner for a block and every direction and isn’t afraid to fight for her turf with her slightly muscular body and boxing lessons.

She specialized in all types of sex from blow-jobs, to tit-fucks, to anal, to foreplay, to cosplay, to roleplay and even stripping for a client. Getting into Ophelia looks: she is tall for age with shoulder length blonde hair that has pink highlights in it, she has DD size tits that look perfectly proportionate on her wide frame, and her ass looks like someone stuck balloons in each cheek. She had a 4 pack on her stomach, but didn’t show if for fear of intimidating her customers.

The short-shorts (as stated early) she wore had a zipper that ran around underneath the entire fabric providing for easy access. She also wore her roommates pink butterfly shirt which was 2 sizes to small and made her breasts look like they were about to rip free. Over all that she wore a jaguar robe that was ankle length.

Ophelia (or “O” by her friends) didn’t work in a nice side of town. She worked deep in the ghetto and her main customers were gangbangers and wanksters trying to get off. Due to a rap concert the streets were empty however; you see Ophelia works for herself and uses a 100% of her money on things that she needs like paying rent on a mediocre apartment when she could easily afford a hotel on the more classy side of town.

Tonight, however, was destined to change Ophelia’s life forever and I don’t mean in a necessarily good way.

Ophelia stood rocking back and forth on her heels and sucking on a blow pop. It was about that time where it was in between the sun going down and the streetlights coming on. Off in the distance you could hear the concert in the stadium going full force. The streets were completely deserted, because everyone was either at the concert of locked safe inside their house.

“If I don’t get a customer in the next 5 minutes I’m going home.” Ophelia said out loud.

Strangely enough 3 minutes after that a black woman came out an alley way a few yards away from Ophelia. She wore a calf length red dress, makeup, expensive looking ear rings, and what looked liked fake C-cups. Despite her looks she had an air about her that radiated confidence and Ophelia like her straight away.

The black woman approached Ophelia directly and stopped a few feet away.

“Can I help you?” Ophelia asked grumpily.

“Just checking out the merchandise” she said.

Her ears perking up at a potential customer Ophelia struck and exaggerated pose that left the woman struggling for breath from laughter. Pulling herself together the woman circled Ophelia every now and then checking an area for fat or copping a feel on Ophelia’s ass or tits.

“Are you going buy or what?” Ophelia asked sweetly.

“Pretty sure I will” the woman said “by the way my name’s Sierra but you can call me C.”

“Alright Ms. C where do wanna take this?” Ophelia asked.

“What’s wrong with right here?” C asked.

Walking forward the black woman gently nudged Ophelia forward and bent her over the hood of a car.

“You know you look so good I could fuck you right here.” The woman said grinding against Ophelia.

“Fine with me.” Ophelia said shocking the woman “You’re going to pay double though.”

Standing up Ophelia turned around to face the woman who was laughing uncontrollably.

“You’ve got spunk, come on there’s a warehouse my cousin owns, its right down the street.” C simply started walking away.

Not one to lose a quick buck Ophelia walked behind her down the street and around the corner to a warehouse on Hooker’s Harbor. It’s really called Hangman’s Harbor, but with the amount of drug users and hookers dumped into its waters it could be called both.

Entering through an ajar back door C turned on the lights. Inside were rows and rows of furniture covered in white sheets. Leading Ophelia up the steps into the office C instructed Cathy to sit on the console.

“What’s the price?” C asked.

“It’s usually 20 dollars and hour, but for you I’ll make it 10.” C smiled at this.

“No matter what I do?” C asked.

“As long as you don’t hurt me permanently.” Ophelia replied.

Walking up to the sitting woman, C pulled Ophelia’s head into a lip lock. The battle was ferocious between the two tongues as each girl wrestled with the other for dominance. C pulled her head back in defeat of the more talented woman, leaving a thin line of saliva connecting their tongues. Grabbing the bottom of Ophelia’s shirt C pulled it up and over the woman’s head.

Once the shirt was off C dived into Ophelia’s valley, groping Ophelia’s natural tits the entire way, causing the white girl to groan. Pulling back C took one nipple into her mouth while kneading the other. C started sucking so hard, Ophelia half expected to start lactating right then and there.

Removing her hand from Ophelia’s glorious breast, C snaked her way down to Ophelia’s zipper and pulled it down. Wasting no time C started with 2 fingers deep into Ophelia’s pussy. This caused Ophelia to moan loudly and start squirming. Holding the woman down C got on her knees and started licking Ophelia’s now wet hole.

The smartly dressed woman was an expert with her tongue, sending waves of pleasure deep into Ophelia’s pussy and sucking on Ophelia’s clit. So good was C that after 10 minutes of jaw work Ophelia orgasmed. She squirted her juices almost as quickly as her client could lap it up.

As Ophelia came down from her orgasm she felt a strong hand holding a rag over her face. She could only struggle for a moment before the world went black.

Back in the world of the conscious, C held the rag over Ophelia’s mouth for a couple more seconds then removed it and whistled loudly. Right away two more women came into the office from either door.

“Good job Tiffany” the white woman said who looked like she was the brains of the bunch walking behind another woman with a slow gait. She power she gave off threatened to suffocate anyone who underestimated her despite the fact she looked like she was 40.

The totally buff white woman in the lead, who looked like she was in her mid twenties, merely grunted in approvement. As if they had rehearsed the scene 100 times the muscular woman, in army cameo pants and a wife beater, lifted Ophelia into a fireman’s lift. The boss approached Tiffany with a smile on her face.

“Good job Tiffany, now come on we got to get these girls to the cells.” She said.

Walking out the warehouse the woman dumped the girls into the back of an unmarked black van. The woman with cameo pants hopped in the back while Tiffany and the woman in charge got in the front. Pulling off the van turned out to street and then onto the highway out of town.

In the back Tiffany could hear the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Looking over the chair the muscular woman was using the Asian business woman’s mouth as a device to get off her thick cock. With a grunt the woman came all over the woman’s face and used her hair to wipe the excess off her easily 9 inch cock.

As they pulled up to their shack in the woods Tiffany unbuckled.

“I’m glad we’re here, I have to piss like a racehorse.” The muscular woman said.

“Didn’t need to know that Sheila” Tiffany said over her shoulder.

As the woman in charge exited the car Tiffany hurried and clambered into the backseat, pulling up her dress you could see the outline of her limp cock against her red thong. Pulling the thong out the way Tiffany exposed her pink lips and put her legs into the air.

Coming around the back of the car the older woman jumped back in surprise then chuckled.

“I need you now Sarah.” Tiffany growled feverously fingering her female part.

Looking back over the shoulder the under woman thought for a second then pulled down her pants revealing a rapidly hardening foot long cock.

“Nice to see your still so big boss, you’ve been so busy you haven’t had time to fuck me in months.” Tiffany said “What are you waiting for? Tear my pussy apart like you love to do, leave me limping days, make me your bitch again!”

“I guess a quickie isn’t out of the question.” The older woman replied.

Leaning forward the woman speared the younger black woman with her massive dick. Tiffany opened her mouth to scream out in pleasure, but her mouth was covered by her employer’s hand.

The mature woman didn’t last long inside the black pussy because of her lack of sleep, food, and overall energy. After about 10 minutes she clumsily pulled out and Tiffany sat up right away and put her mouth on the woman’s cock to swallow her release. Tiffany easily swallowed everything her boss had to give and then wiped her mouth.

“You still taste like water melons Sarah.” She smiled.

“Alright enough fun let’s get these girls inside.” Sarah said stuffing her cock back into her baggy jeans.Inside the back of the van were 3 girls. Tiffany, the Asian business woman in a suit, and another whore who was black, looked like she was in her early twenties and had on nothing but her birthday suit. Grabbing Ophelia in a fireman’s lift Tiffany carried her into the house and brushed against Sheila as she left the house.
Walking into the living room of the log cabin, Tiffany turned right into a hallway and opened the door at the end with her foot. Her heels making click clacking sounds against the stone steps, Tiffany descended into the darkness. Right behind her Sheila flicked the light switch with her forehead, since she had a girl under each arm.
In the cellar of the shack were 6 more girls, except these girls were in cages a little taller than they were and allowed them only a few steps of room before they had to turn around. There were woman from all over the ethnic spectrum, from black to white to Indian to Asian to Mexican.
At the site of their captures the prisoners shirked to the back of their cages. There were a total of 10 cages so there was still a cage left at the far end of the room after the new girls were deposited.
Leaving the room Sheila blew a kiss at the prisoners and hit the light switch.
“So you’re gonna add the new Working Girls to website tonight?” Sheila asked “That should bring some more clients in.”
“You know what? I’m feeling kind of queasy I think I’m gonna lie down now K?” Tiffany said walking into her room.
Punching Tiffany on the shoulder, Sheila walked out the cabin to pull the van into the back. Inside Tiffany’s room she stared at her ceiling and listened to her radio. What was the feeling she felt? This throbbing in her chest that she had felt when Sarah adopted her when no one else would because of her anatomy.
This aching that Tiffany thought would forever only be there when Sarah made love to her. The aching feeling that resurged when she was kissing Ophelia. Tiffany tried to bring that feeling back by seducing Sarah, but it never showed. There was another feeling, but this one wasn’t in her heart, but at the back of her head. A creeping thought with tendrils that would soon burrow deep into Tiffany’s psyche. The thought that possibly, just maybe, that what she was doing was wrong.
Lost in her thoughts Tiffany drifted off to sleep while watching a porno on her T.V. She dreamed of the day her life changed forever, the day Sarah adopted her.