Thread: Continuing a New Toy for Master (Google and Chanti, NSFW)

NSFW PICS present in thread within spoilers! View Honey knew of at least three pimps that were doing exactly what she was doing scoping out the bus station on this hot summer afternoon. The glaring sun beat down on the pavement as she walked along it, looking for all the world like a student waiting for a bus. Wearing a casual blue and white striped tank top, a tight pair of jean short shorts, long white athletic socks with blue bands, a pair of scruffy tennis shoes, and a half full backpack slung over one shoulder she looked cheerful and bright, her smile friendly, her red hair allowed to hang loose and blow in the rare breezes. Two of the pimps had approached her, but she had made short work of them and they beat a hasty retreat. They were looking for an easy mark, not a street-wise girl who could play nutcracker on demand. The third had not approached her, but he watched her. He recognized her for what she was competition. Not prey. Another predator. Another bus pulled up to the station with a belch of hot, foul smelling air. Then the hissing sound of the doors opening. Then the weary passengers spilling out. A sweet little grandmother with her bag full of knitting. A grungy looking fat bastard who looked like he belonged on the back of a Harley, not riding a bus. A clean-cut young man with a duffel bag that Honey immediately pegged as military. Sure enough his arms were soon full of his sobbing mother, and his back beaten by a proud father. Then a tired looking older man who hesitated at the bottom of the stares, looking around in confusion. A convict, fresh out of the gates. Perhaps on his first bus ride since freedom. A young family a thin guy that looked like a meth user, his tired, shrill looking wife, and a weakly bawling toddler clutching at his mothers hair. Poor kid, Honey reflected. Didnt have a chance. View And thenprey. Honey perked up, and noticed the three pimps did as well. Pretty, young, and Asian. Dressed in a pale sleeveless blue summer dress that tumbled to her lower thighs, freaking ADORABLE faded blue converse with pale pink lacings, and clutching a worn dark blue backpack as if someone was going to try to yank it out of her hands any second. At the bottom of the stairs coming out of the bus she stepped to the side and looked around, clearly getting her bearings. No one came rushing forward to meet her, nor did she look as if she were looking for someone in particular. After a brief moment, the girl stepped out to the bus station exit. All three pimps started moving her direction, but the two upstarts fell back when they caught the glare of the pro. Honey didnt fall back. OH MY GOD! Girl, check out those SHOES! Those are fucking awesome! Where did you get them? The Asian girl froze, blinking at Honey as she came out of nowhere, a whirling blizzard of red hair and bright smiles. The Asian girl smiled hesitantly. She had a cute little smile. Master would love her, Honey was certain. Ohummmy aunt bought them for me. Her voice was soft, shy. Oh I love them! You dont know where your auntie got them? Can you text her and ask? LikeI hate to ask, but those shoes are fucking amazing. I want them soooo bad. Can I take a picture? The poor little Asian paled at the mention of texting her aunt. Yep, definitely a runaway. Honey didnt wait for the stuttered, hesitant yes. She whipped out her phone and snapped a picture not just of the shoes. But of the girl hesitant, uncertain, wary. Clutching her bag and staring at Honey with wide blue eyes, nibbling on her bottom lip. Honey wanted to suck that bottom lip and bite it and make the girl cry into her mouth. Instead she texted the pic to Master. this 1 do, Master? very shy n sweet. Then she raised one eyebrow at the Asian girl. Your aunt? The girl shook her head, eyes flashing to the exit. The other pimp lurked nearby, looking furious at Honeys interference. Honey clucked her tongue, stepping closer to the Asian girl. My name is Honey. Are you a runaway? Guilt flared in the girls eyes. Its ok if you are. I am too. If you need a place to crash, my apartment is safe. No guys, just me. She smiled warmly. But if you dont need a place thats cool. Just be careful. See that guy there? Honey pointed at the pimp, who stepped back in alarm. The Asian girl turned and blinked at him. Hes a pimp. Will get you in some alley alone, rape you, beat you, then force you to fuck for money. The Asian girls jaw dropped, and the pimp swore at Honey then turned and walked quickly away. Honey laughed at his departing back. Its ok. I saw him coming for you, thats why I jumped in about the shoes. I meanthey ARE awesome shoes. Honey laughed, and the girl laughed too. Uncertain, awkward, and a little fearful but laughed. Just to go along with Honey. She was a perfect little thing. She wouldnt last long out there on her own, someone would get her eventually. Far better for the girl if it was Master. Whats your name? I am serious about the offer of a place to stay. You can leave anytime you want, and of course if you stay too long you will need to contribute. I cant have people crashing forever for free, you know. Cant afford it. Umm The girl brushed a lock of long black hair and tucked it behind her ear. A nervous gesture. Nori. I meanNoriko, but everyone Woah, thats an awesome name. Its really pretty. Listen, I gotta go. Are you gonna be ok, or do you want to come with? It was carelessly asked, but Honey held her breath as she waited for the answer. If Nori refused.Master would be so angry! Honey didnt know if she wanted that or not. Umm..I guess. If you dont mind. Not for long though, I have money and I can . Oh god, girl. Never tell people you have money. They just try to take it from you. Baby, you need someone to take care of you. This city is gonna eat you up. Come on, we can fix something for lunch and chill for a bit. Then I gotta work. Honey softened her censure with a smile, and was rewarded by another shy smile from Nori. Nori was fucking adorable. Master was gonna love her. They could have taken the boss to Honeys little apartment, but Honey chose to walk instead. Letting Nori get a glimpse of just how hard life was out there. Their walk was about a mile, and Nori saw plenty. Homeless bums eyeing the pretty girls walking by with a jaundice eye, leering and licking their lips. Gang bangers with pants slumped low calling out ribald comments. Hard faced policemen with cynical eyes. Roaring cars, blaring horns, curses and shouts floating on the air. The girl was clearly hot, tired, and by the time they got to Honeys apartment Nori was limping. Want me to carry your bag for you? Honey asked her sympathetically when they were only a block away. Im good, thanks. Nori ducked her head shyly. It had been a test, and the result pleased Honey. Master wanted a nave, sweet girl. But he didnt want a stupid one. View Honeys apartment was simple and spare. A one bedroom apartment, with the kitchen little more than a tiny nook in the corner with a stovetop, a counter, a tiny dishwasher, fridge, and microwave, and a cupboard. She had an ancient tube tv, a couch and a little table. Andthat was pretty much it. The bedroom was simple too, but she loved the huge tub she had in there, a deep old clawfoot tub that always made her feel simply elegant when taking a bath. The bedroom left Nori in awe though as she gaped at it. It was a small room, but the bed itself took up most of the room. It was a massive king sized bed, and as always Honey had clean white linens on it. The lighting was good in here, and the walls bare white, softened only by a few spare prints. Woah, the bed is huge. Nori laughed. Yeah, it was. It was a working girls bed. Honey wasnt about to drop that on her just yet though. She just laughed merrily. Good thing, since its the only one in the apartment. And if youre gonna crash here, youre gonna have to sleep there with me. Plenty of room for us though. Want something to eat? Nori did, of course. Honey had heard her stomach growl three times on the walk here. So she sat the tired girl at the table and bustled around the tiny kitchen, preparing ham rollups and dishing out bowls for the pasta salad she had made last night. As they ate, Nori relaxed and Honey asked questions. Nori was definitely a runaway. Sixteen. Delicious. Master would be so happy. She was running away from an overbearing Christian family who had threatened to send Nori to a camp for wayward girls when she was caught with a boy alone in the girls bathroom. Under Honeys giggling, gentle inquiries Nori shamefacedly confessed to kissing the boy and letting him feel her breasts. It feels yummy, doesnt it? I love it when guys play with my tits. Your parents are idiots and assholes. Nori loved her new friend. Honey was everything she wanted to be. Confident. Pretty. Independent. And so daring! Her comment about guys feeling her breasts shocked Nori, and secretly thrilled her. But then Honey proceeded to yank the growing feeling of safety away from Nori. Listen, Nori, I would love for you to stay here but we have a problem. Youre sixteen, and no one in the city is gonna hire a sixteen year old without parental permission. You are going to have to find someone who will hire you under the table, like me. I mean, you wouldnt want to work for me I am sure. But you need to find someone who will pay you without any forms and shit. And that is hard to find in the city, what with all the illegals from Mexico taking those jobs. If you stay here past a week though I am going to need 150 a week to help with costs. Your welcome to stay, but you gotta help out. It was straight talk, and Nori appreciated it. But why would Honey think Nori wouldnt want to work for her? Honey was awesome! Why cant I work for you? What do you do? Honey studied her for a moment, a frown creasing her forehead. Promise not to run out the door screaming if I tell you? Nori widened those pretty chocolate eyes but nodded a silent agreement. Im a whore, Nori. I fuck guys for a living. It makes good money, and I pick my clients and hours. Nori sat in shocked silence for a long moment until Honey giggles. Oh God, Nori! If you could just see your face! She pointed and laughed, and soon Nori couldnt help but giggle too. Do you.umm. Nori went quiet again. Do I like it? Hell yeah. I fucking love it. I get dick whenever I want, and I get paid for it. Girl, dont listen to your retarded parents. There is nothing wrong with sex. Sex is fucking awesome. It feels amazing. Honey lifted a pickle spear, waggling her eyes lewdly as she wrapped her pink tongue around the green spear. Nori blushed, but laughed. Man something as stupid as that move right there will have some poor bastard drooling and throwing twenties on the table. Hell yeah I like my job. Honey chomped down on the pickle, her eyes twinkling. And youif you wanted to be a whore, I can help you. Damn girl, you could be raking in the money. Guys would piss themselves over your skin, its like fucking porcelain, and so soft. And even if your tits are a little small, a lot of men love that shit. Oh, I couldnt. Id be way too embarrassed to be able to do it right. I mean, I neveryou have to know what you are doing, right? Nori shook her head, pushing pasta salad around with her fork. Hell no, some guys like it better that you dont know. Honey scoffed. Men will pay obscene amounts of money to be the one to pop your cherry. And .holy shit! Honeys eyes flew open wide, and Nori blinked at her. Honeys casual cursing disoriented her. Oh my god! I have the BEST freaking idea! I can make you some sick money tonight, if you want, Nori. SICK SICK MONEY! How? Nori was half afraid to ask. Girl, you dont have to do your first time alone. I know this guy that would shit himself to do us both at once. I can help you, make things more comfortable for you. Help guide you. You wanna? I mean, its time you lost that cherry of yours, for gods sake. Your sixteen now, and this is 2015 not 1915. No one is a virgin these days. Virginity is SO last century. The two girls exploded into giggles. It took awhile, but Honey gently wore Nori down. She let the young teenager retreat a time or two, but then managed to bring up the topic again. Finally, by the time the late afternoon was casting long shadows, to Honeys delight Nori had agreed to have her cherry popped for a price. She hadnt asked how much, but Nori had assured her it would cover the first weeks rent. She knew Master would cough it up, considering it would have come from Nori anyway. She gave Master money like a pet bringing home a juicy bones. She loved giving him money she made off whoring herself. master she is willing if u want tonight. i promised her at least 150 View Night had fallen over the city when Honey got Nori ready. The teenage virgin was a nervous wreck, bathed and shaved and dressed in a slinky silky little slip that clung to her slender curves as she moved. Honey was ready too, wet and eager for Master. Dressed in a dark blue silk bra and a pleated white skirt that stung around her hips, flapping when she walked and exposing pretty pale cunt and jiggling round ass. Both girls were barefooted. Click to expand... If there was any truth in the world it was that the rich were able to get whatever they wanted. Sure they would need to pay for what they wanted but they could... if they knew the right people. The extremely wealthy and fabulous didn't make contact with the less then respectable people who could get what they wanted. That was where a concierge came, not the sort who worked at a hotel but a man who knew the right people everywhere to get someone what they wanted. If you wanted to spend some time in Mexico with a contingent of cartel body guards then you just needed to talk to the right concierge. If you wanted to be smuggled into North Korea without anyone knowing that you got in... there was a concierge for that. Vincent Delaney was just one of those people, in fact it was something of a family business as his father had done the same thing, as his grandfather had. Of course he had gone to college just like any other young man from a family with a good deal of money would, but after graduation he had gone to work with his father for two years before the old man retired, ensuring Vincent would have the proper contacts and connections to ensure he would do well. But Vincent had done far more then well, when he took over the family business he made contact with some fraternity brothers from college. He had expanded, he was only one man and could only work for so many people at once... lucrative business indeed as his retainer fee for a single month had six figures on it, but with four others properly trained and spread out over the world, kicking thirty percent of their profit from any jobs up to him. The Delaney family had always made some good money from their ability and willingness to get anyone with the money anything they wanted... but Vincent's expansion had made him exceedingly wealthy. These days he had more money then some of his clients did, the hot new rap stars who wanted a good deal of cocaine and some high class escorts. In other words he was rich and very influential if he chose to use it. He often didn't though, he preferred to remain somewhat in the shadows, able to pull a string occasionally but rarely doing so. There was fun to be had in the shadows... He didn't just use his connections for his clients though, he often used them to entertain himself and feed his more debased appetites. People in the street, wanting to become one of the people that were useful to him, often gave him information for free. A little while back he had gotten word of a new girl who worked on the streets, hadn't seen many clients yet and worked independent... making her the perfect potential target. If she had tried to fight him or refused to do what he wanted then it wouldn't be difficult to force her and then just get rid of her... no pimp to miss her. This girl had met his expectations very well, becoming a regular, then becoming exclusive for him, and then no longer taking payment from him but instead giving him a little bit of money every time she sold herself... a sign of her devotion to him. True a little bit of force was needed occasionally but it seemed that the lovely girl enjoyed it... and she loved him. Perhaps it was even more then love, there seemed to be something of a fanatical devotion to him, he was her master and she... she was his. However he wanted more, she was not the only girl he fucked of course and even now he was in a relationship with a lovely young med student, but this girl had potential so he gave her a test. About two weeks ago he had told her that he would no longer be seeing her, that she would not be permitted into his penthouse, and that if she wanted back then she would need to bring him a prize of value... and if she could do that then she would be his for the rest of her life. He had woken up late that day, his little med student having already slipped out and leaving a little note for him so that he could know how much she enjoyed the night before. This made Vincent smirk, the sex had been good but the girl wasn't ready for the sort of things that he loved just yet. Not like his Hope had embraced... his adorable little fuck slut. Already he had a few text messages from clients, people who hadn't put him on retainer and needed something so desperately that they would pay the inflated short notice rate. All in all it took him a little less then an hour to deal with the three requests and have the money transferred to him... his word was worth quite a lot as anything he said would be done was done. From there he spent a little time in his home gym set up, watched some TV, there together a salad with some leftover chicken, mostly spending the day relaxing. At some point he got a picture from hope, innocent looking asian girl, rather attractive, enough to get his attention but he didn't respond. This was a test for his beautiful little whore and if she could pull it off without any encouragement or pushing then he would be happy to welcome her back into his home with a smack and a rough fucking. Of course there would be some minor complications with that med student Megan but those would be handled as time went on, maybe he would keep her around for the relationship... Hope was his slut and anyone who didn't understand what his relationship with her was deserved to be thrown from his pent house balcony. He went through the rest of his time in a very slow and detached sort of way, enjoying the time to just have to himself. More tv was watched, a bit of gaming happening, it was a rather nice day on the couch or in his bed. More time went by, and another text arrived from Hope, this one telling him that she had done just what he wanted. He smiled at that and typed up a text in response. Bring her to me, be here in about an our... if she is what I want her to be then I will give you what it is you want, the collar around your neck, a place at the foot of my bed That was meant to get her attention and he got busy very quickly. Immediately he rushed into the shower, hot, almost scalding as the body wash that had been made just for him was scrubbed over his body, sandal wood and a hint of vanilla. After about ten minutes he was out again, drying off, styling his hair just right, examining himself in the mirror, six foot two and his body cut due to the fact that he had hours almost every day to dry off. He dressed quickly, a pair of comfortable but freshly cleaned black sweat pants, under armor, with a tight black t-shirt ontop of it. Then, he waited, the elevator that led up to his apartment needed his approval to even come up and he waited for the slight buzz that let him know that someone was looking to come up. Setting into a comfortable armchair, picking up a classic graphic novel by Chris Clairmont as he waited for the signal that his favorite little slut had proven herself worthy of long term attention... if she brought him someone worthy. Click to expand... Honey almost hyperventilated when she got the text. Her blood sang in her veins. Finally! Belong to Master! Of course it all hinged on her new friend going along with the plan. The shy, reluctant, second and third and fourth guessing friend who kept wavering between her upbringing, her curiosity, and her need of funds. Honey already considered herself as his slave, but it wasnt official. Master had refused that up till now, had refused to allow her to contract herself to him for life. There were very few people who chose to contract for life since the laws had been passed treating BDSM and other sexual contracts as legal contracts that would be enforced by law enforcement and attorneys. Honey never thought she would be angling for such a contract, but she over time she had become so obsessed with the man she called Master that nothing less would do. Her excitement must have been obvious, because pretty little Nori was eyeing her warily. He cant come tonight. Honey tried to ignore the obvious relief that came over Noris face, and plowed on. So we will go to him! This is so cool, he has the most AWESOME place. Dont worry, its perfectly safe. I have been there before. Come on, lets get you into something else. Show me what you have. Ten minutes later the contents of Noris backpack was strewn across the bed. Everything that had come out had been promptly disapproved by Honey, who was beginning to wonder if she could find something too small for her that might fight Nori. But then Nori pulled out a scrap of fluffy pale lavender cloth, and Honey pounced with a crow of delight. Oh my god, Nori! Where did you get this! This is so not like any of that other shit you pulled out! Its AWESOME! She held out the little dress, spinning around in the air with delight. Nori flushed and giggled. Its part of the reason I ran away. I spent babysitting money on it, and my dad said it was immodest and told me he was going to burn it. Burn it! Honey gasped in shock, folding her clothes around the little silk dress protectively. Oh no, that would be criminal. I bet this looks delicious on you. Try it on. When Nori went for a bra, Honey snatched it out of her hand. No, no bra. And no panties. We got your pussy shaved for a reason, sweetheart. Then when Nori started for the bathroom to change, Honey darted in her way. No, just change here. You dont have anything I havent seen before. Honey had already seen Nori naked once when she had burst in on her in the bathroom, demanding the girl shave off all her body hair. She had even offered to help, but the squealing Nori had declined the offer. But now she couldnt resist darting forward when Nori got naked and palming her squeaky clean tight slit. Nori screeched, jumping back. Honey just laughed at her. Girl I was just checking to make sure you got all the hair off. You cant be squealing like that everytime someone touches you if you are a whore, you know. Hurry up, get dressed. The dress was perfect, just as Honey had decided it would be. It left Noris slender long arms bare, and fell to just the middle of her thighs. While it was not tight and slinky, it was still perfectly adorable on Nori, fitting her entire personality to a T. None of her shoes were found to be suitable, so Honey found some old heels that were a bit too tight on her own feet and gave them to Nori. They were a bit too large on her tiny feet, but Honey decided the silver heels would work well enough. Probably not something Master would want to keep on her, but the best Honey could do this early in the game. She would definitely take Honey shopping later though, if Master liked her. View As for her own outfit, she left it the same but added a micro-thong in dark blue that matched the bralet she wore and a pair of strappy white fuck-me heels. They took the subway, since Master lived on the other side of the city. Honey spent the time talking up their adventure to Nori, giggling and whispering ribald comments that had Nori first smiling weakly, then laughing outright even as she blushed. The drunks on the train leered openly at Honey, but seemed confused about Nori. Despite her sexy outfit and obvious friendship with the sexual Honey, there was an ethereal innocence and frailty to Nori that resulted in her being left alone and all but ignored by everyone she saw. Honey was a much less consternating target, but she fended off their catcalls and groping hands with smooth efficiency that clearly left Nori in awe. I call him Master. Honey was explaining her relationship with Master to the bewildered Nori. You dont have to of course, unless you want too. You can call him Mr. Delaney, or Sir. Sir would probably be better. Honey didnt explain why to Nori, and Nori didnt know enough to ask why it would be better. He is one of the easiest clients ever. Some clients really dont know what to do, they are just kind of confused and you have to guide them. Master doesnt need to be guided. All you have to do to make Master happy is whatever he tells you to do. Honey winked, and Nori smiled weakly. Dont be so nervous, Nori. Master is hot. Amazingly hot. And he knows how to make a woman feel good. I promise, if you obey Master he will have you cumming so hard you wont even remember your name when he is done. He may have us play with each other. Are you ok with that? Nori flushed hard, her cheeks burning darkly. She gave a shy, abrupt nod. Good. Dont worry. Master is sweet. He is like a dog, all bark with no bite. That was an outrageous lie, but Honey saw no point in scaring Nori off. If the girl knew what Master was capable of, she would run as fast as she could on those high heels. Which wasnt all that fast. She was tottering along on the borrowed pair of high heels, needing Honeys steadying hand from time to time. The doormen never batted an eye when Honey announced them, presumably quite used to the parade of half-dressed nubile girls that found their way in and out of Mr. Delaneys high end apartment. They simply buzzed up to announce their presence, then sent the girls on with only a single glance at their sweet swaying asses as they entered the elevator. Hand in hand, the confident and eager Honey and the terrified and shy Nori stepped off the elevator to greet Master. Click to expand... The buzzer that signaled a potential visitor went off about an hour after he had sent the text, perhaps a little bit early but Vincent couldn't really fault Honey for that, she took the subway to get to him and had to walk a fair distance to him, the schedule wasn't entirely in her control. After tonight though, if she pleased him, that wouldn't matter in the least. He already had the contract for her lifetime of slavery drawn up, a contract that would give herself over too him, to cease to be a individual and instead live as his property. Her life would belong to him, his to give away to someone else if she bored him and his to end if she truly angered him... complete and total control over another human being. The thought made him smile as he sat back, looking at his smartphone to see who was in the elevator and pleased to see honey there along with the young woman she had sent pictures of. The girl looked to be the very imbodiment of innocence and Vincent had even made sure to have a contract around for her, not for the year of total control but belonging to him for a money, to be well cared for of course but still his sex slave. If she pleased him then he would have Hope get her to sign... and then that month would become a lifetime once she passed a similar test to what hope was taking. A push of a button allowed the elevator to come up to the top floor, his apartment encompassing over half of the space up at the very top and of course right next to it was a helicopter landing pad that he had gotten installed... he did have his license and he kept his personal short notice transport fueled and maintained. The penthouse itself was a spacious place, open and flowing with no actual dividing walls, the only actual doors in the place were set into the wall that was the to the left of the elevator, leading to his bathroom and his 'toy room'. The closest things to dividers were over a dozen book, movie, and game shelves that were spread about and acted as something of a space separator between the different areas. Set into the same wall as the elevator was his kitchen area, large enough to have a catering staff for a party cook there and to the immediate right was a personal gym. Across from the gym, where the two walls that were just massive windows met, was what served as his sleeping area, a massive and sprawling bed, his personal computer, and of course plenty of dressers and freestanding clothing racks that contained his wardrobe. And of course set along the wall with the bathroom and the 'toy room' was his entertainment and gathering area, large couches, comfy arm chairs, a bar set along the wall, and bean back chairs that could serve as a bed were strewn around, a few flat screen tvs that were carefully placed allowed for multiple movies or sporting events to be shown. That wasn't the crown jewel though, if you looked up at the center of the penthouse you would see his pool, on the very top of the ceiling that could be seen through a reinforced glass floor, at that moment the pool cover had been retracted allowing for the moon to be seen through it, giving the entire dimly lit apartment a sort of shimmering light quality. It was a place that had been built and designed just for him, absolutely perfect and it had cost a small fortune, half a years profits going into making it just right but it was perfect... it was home for him and it was bound to impress just about anyone. As the doors of the elevator slowly opened Vincent sat up a little bit straighter, aloof and almost bored as the girls stepped out, giving Hope a small smile and then looking over to the girl that she had brought along to him, the innocent little sacrifice that would no remain innocent for very long. She was rather pretty, the dress was a simple affair but almost perfection on her body, as if it had been made for her. It was unfortunate that he would be turning that dress into strips to bind her in, a portion of the fabric being used in the temporary collar that the girls who belonged to him short term wore... a tradition. Slowly he stood, stretching as he did so, the clothing he wore doing nothing to disguise the body that had been crafted from hard work and a fair bit of HGH. Raising his left hand he beckoned them forward, curious what Hope had told the new girl would happen that night, wondering if the girl was going to actually fuck him willingly or if he would be raping her with Hope's help. Both sounded absolutely delicious, maybe once she figured out just what sort of man she was there to serve he would let Hope torment her a bit while he watched, maybe take Hope in the ass while hope drove a strap on into the poor girl. No matter what happened that night he wouldn't be letting this girl leave the apartment without his supervision until he was shore she was broken, until she was ready to sell herself to earn his favor and worshiped him as Hope did. I'm happy to see you Hope. He greeted her sincerely. I was honestly beginning to have doubts that you would ever be able to return. Click to expand... Money. This was Noris first encounter with Money with a capital M. She was instantly entranced by it when she stepped off the elevator. The sirens call of Money had begun when she first saw this sleek, elegant building. Inside the grand lobby with the cool, polite private security so different from the low-pay gray-uniformed security she was used to seeing at stores and such. It all reeked of Money. But in this cool, elegant apartment, Money announced its presence loudly and clearly. Nori stared openly. Not just at the man in the normal but clearly expensive clothing, but at the entire apartment. When Nori heard the word apartment she thought of tiny closed rooms, miniscule windows to let natural light in, andwellpoverty. This was far, far more than just anapartment. She stared up at the ceiling as Honey led her to the man, almost tripping over the unfamiliar high heels. It was stunningly beautiful, and she thought the man who owned this exquisite place must have a beautiful heart to match. That brought her appraising eyes to him. He was much nicer looking than she had imagined. Honeys idea of being a prostitute was an intriguing one, but it was frightening too. Nori was afraid of mean men, afraid of psycho killers. But she was also afraid of losing her virginity to a fat grunting man heaving himself between her thighs. Honeys Master was an extremely handsome man, fit in a lean hard way. He was clearly in control though as Honey knelt in front of him, kissing his hand. That left Nori the only one standing, and she was instantly uncomfortable. She didnt want to kneel like Honey was doing. That was weird. But it felt weird to be the only one standing too. The instant discomfort made Nori want to flee, but it was too late for that. Money. Thats what she was doing this for, she reminded herself. Money, and to throw it in her parents face. They would HATE the idea of their pristine daughter turning into a whore, selling her pussy for money. It would be far worse than just letting a boy fondle her in the church bathrooms, like Nori had been busted doing. It had created a crisis both in her family and her church that resulted in her running away. Nori liked the idea of doing anything they hated. But it wasnt just the idea of angering her parents even further that attracted her to the idea of prostitution. When her pastor father would rant about the evils of the world to his church members, of which his daughter was one, he would often name prostitutes hand in hand with the sinful pleasures of the flesh. Nori had liked the idea of sinful pleasures of the flesh, especially after she had discovered masturbation. If people were willing to risk hell to enjoy sinful pleasures of the flesh, they must be very pleasurable. And Nori suspected they would be doubly pleasurable when experienced with this fine looking man. Master, this is Nori. Honey was still kneeling at his feet, her sweet face full of adoration when she stared up at him. Hi. Nori sounded as awkward as she felt. She didnt feel comfortable calling him Master. Didnt feel comfortable kneeling at his feet. Didnt feel comfortable standing while Honey knelt. Didnt feel comfortable freaking BREATHING at this point. Honey promptly proceeded to make it worse. Master, Nori is a virgin, but she wanted to join me in myprofession. I thought it would be good for you to introduce her to the job, so to speak. Honey giggled, looking up over her shoulder at the blushing Nori. Nori wanted to melt into the floor. Why did Honey have to say something like that? It was humiliating, and her shoulders hunched forward in instinctive defense. Her eyes dropped from where she was studying his body not meeting his eyes. She hadnt looked in his eyes since she first saw him. Hadnt had the nerve. Unconsciously she reached up, slender fingers pushing back a strand of sleek dark brown hair back, tucking it behind her ear. A betraying, nervous gesture. Click to expand... She couldn't meet his eyes, that was already the first sign that she would be good at what he wanted right then and there. Honey had been quite the handful when she had first been brought before him by a party guest who had hired her off the streets. That client had been kicked out of the party for causing a bit of a ruckus but he had kept Honey around after wards for his own private entertainment. Of course she had been a little bit of the pain in the ass, thinking herself a street smart little bitch who could take care of herself but in the face of what she had encountered... well she had been entirely unprepared for what Vincent would do to her. First he had raped her and broken her, then he had introduced her to pain and kept at it until she learned to enjoy it, ensured she was ready to worship him and beg for his attention before setting her out on the streets with the instructions that she was to return to whoring to keep herself alive and when she found him someone else that he would enjoy tormenting the same way he would be taken into his home and then never again allowed to leave... going from a simple whore to his property. It looked like she had really managed to hit it out of the park with this one, this little slut was absolutely gorgeous, a delicate little thing that he would take immense pleasure in breaking her down just as he had broken down Honey. Already she knew not to look him in the eyes, that was the first thing that he had taught to Honey when he had started in on her, she was not to look into his eyes unless allowed to do so, punishments would follow if she did. Honey was just about perfect, turned from whore to obedient little slave, what masterpiece could he craft from such innocent flesh? Honey was ignored for a little while even though she was kneeling at his feet, even as she gazed up at him with nothing but love. That very night he could take a ridding crop to her tits and cunt, Honey would only thank him for all the pain and suffering that she experienced for his amusement. Hell the only reason he had reduced her to this state in the first place was because he had been bored and looking for a way to amuse himself. Honey was the result of boredom and now Nori was going to be changed because Vincent had come to enjoy what he had done before, he wanted to do it again to virgin flesh. A virgin? He asked with a smile, not addressing Nori even as he locked his eyes on her and mentally stripped her. Well she is a beautiful little thing and I would be honored to give her a chance but I would need to explain a few things to her first. Reaching down he began to stroke Honey's head as though she were a favored pet being shown proper attention. My name is Vincent, Honey here refers to me as Master because tonight she will be signing a contract with me that will essentially make her my property. Of course she will be well taken care of if she does that, I adore my little Honey and am happy to finally have her all to myself. Now you are a lovely young thing, actually absolutely stunning and I figure I might as well make you an offer. Honey might have mentioned that you could make some money tonight but I have a lot more that I can do then that... Nori, if you spend the night with me I will give you a thousand dollars in cash... and if you really impress me then you will be offered a contract similar to Honey's... except one month instead of life. In exchange for this you will have thirty thousand dollars and perhaps as a bonus... as well as a list of very generous clients that Honey has worked with in the past. As he finished his little sales pitch he moved past Honey, drawing closer to Nori with a grin. What do you say Nori... would you like to make a thousand dollars? Click to expand... Honey didnt understand why she loved Master the way she did. A couple sessions with a psychologist could have laid it all out for her. An childhood full of neglect and poverty, a mother who bounced from loser boyfriend to loser boyfriend many of them abusive. And then of course there was her one and only pimp, an older girl on the streets who had taken her in as a lost, lonely runaway much like she had Nori. Isa had disappeared one day and never showed up again. Honey had filed a missing persons report with the cops, but once they found out Isa had been a prostitute they werent interested. Taken all together with her submissive if playful personality and her deeply buried self-hatred, and Honey had taken to the sadism dished out by her new Master like a duck to water. But Honey had never bothered to analyze it. She loved Master. He made her feel good, even when he gave her pain. Everytime he looked at her. Everytime he touched her. Everytime he was pleased with her. Everytime she was with him, she was happy. And that was all that mattered, wasnt it? Honey loved making Master happy, and she knew as soon as he saw Nori that he wanted her. She fought back her natural jealousy. It didnt matter if Master wanted Nori too. Honey would be the first one he collared, she would always be special to him. More important than Nori. So she offered an encouraging smile when Master made his play. Of course Honey knew it didnt REALLY matter if Nori agreed or not. Master would have his way regardless, and as much as she liked Nori, Honey would have no problem holding the younger girl down while Master raped her. But it was obvious from the way Noris eyes popped at the obscene figures Master named that rape would not be necessary. Indeed, Nori could only blink at Master in astonishment. One THOUSAND dollars for one night? It was the craziest thing she had ever heard! She stared at him, pretty pink lips parted in shock. Nori was nave, but she wasnt stupid. She was suspicious about the grandiose offer. It was an awful lot for an untried, inexperienced girl for such a short time. But then again, he clearly had a LOT of money. And perhaps he was showing off in his own way. Well, she could handle THAT kind of showing off. Any reluctance she had to the idea of whoring herself vanished entirely, and a greedy little smile curled the corners of her lips. Just a tiny, small smile. One of secret satisfaction, though it was not secret at all no matter her intention. Nori, bless her heart, was not very good at deception. She thought about bargaining for more. If the man was so eager to offer so much so quickly, surely she could work him up to even more! She wouldnt have to work for the rest of the money if she took his offer of one night. And if she took his offer for the moneywell...she wouldnt have to work for the year. Ask for more and get itwell. But something in her subconscious warned her against pushing this man too far. Some warning instinct that she wisely listened to and shyly smiled her acceptance. Not that she would ever have the nerve to demand more anyway. I will do my best. It was a shy, awkward little answer. Not befitting at all a young virgin whore. Definitely for the night. After tonight if you still want me for the rest of the money let me know. It was her out. She could put up with any weirdness for a night, right? And then if she didnt like it she could walk out the next morning one thousand dollars richer. It was money she desperately needed. Thirty thousand would be awesome, but it wasnt desperately needed right now. If she DID refuse this job tonight, Honey might well throw her out onto the streets again, and Nori really didnt want to go there. Click to expand...