Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

She was glad he liked the outfit, thought why she wanted to please him so much when he was simply using her made no sense to the young woman. Charlotte did not show concern, not for her guilt and not for the inevitable discovery of her new employment by Roger, which would likely end in a fight. I'm glad you like it. She smiled seductively, taking his arm and walking with him to the limo. She merely nodded at his explanation of his bodyguard she'd made the assumption when the man had picked her up on her first night. Sipping the champagne, Charlotte tried desperately not to show her nerves or her displeasure at the idea that she was going to get a piercing she'd never wanted. If she refused the contract was broken, and god help her, she needed the money so desperately. Without Paul, without this deal, she would be trapped forever with Roger, caught in the downward spiral that was her husband's life. Once inside the tattoo parlor, Charlotte took a seat on the chair, waiting for Paul to tell Ed what he wanted. There was an audible gasp from the brunette when he brought out not two, but four gold hoops, and she swallowed hard as he indicated that he wanted her hood to be pierced as well. Glancing over at him, her eyes held dismay, but she knew that refusal was not really an option. The tattoos were also a surprise, and he looked as if he was daring her to refuse. She was being branded, that much she knew, and he was testing her. If she said no everything would end, and if she said yes, well who knew what would happen next. Taking a deep breath, she indicated her consent, and when Ed informed her that she was to strip, she stood gracefully. First she unzipped the boots, feet sliding out smoothly, followed by the skirt and blouse once those were gone, she made swift work of her thong and bra, well aware that both Paul and Ed were watching her. As she sat in the chair again, Ed went to work on her nipples, inadvertent moans filtering from her as he tweaked them. To her shame, she was growing aroused, mostly due to the stimulation, and the chair was growing wet beneath her. Two sharp gasps of pain echoed, and the piercings were done, Ed moving to her naval. This was a piercing that she didn't mind so much, as she had always intended on having it done but had never gotten around to it. She bit her lip, and when it was done, she relaxed for a moment. But it wasn't long before Ed was working between her legs. She blushed at his remarks about the chair, and when he began to work, she had to grip the chair to keep from squirming. She moaned out at his teased her pussy, making it wetter she winced as he pierced her, but the pleasure of his fingers turned even that into a moan. She closed her eyes, wincing slightly as he tattooed her, but other than the fact it was his initial on her ass, thus branding her as his, Charlotte managed to pretend as thought things were normal. When Ed asked her if she wanted anything, she smiled, having a surprise of her own for Paul. I want those, please. She pointed at a photo on the wall of a series of stars , then indicated that she wanted it exactly where the photo showed. Breathing deeply, she stood calmly as he worked on the ink. But her calm didn't last very long. He wanted her to do what? Charlotte couldn't hide the shock and hurt in her eyes, though she didn't know why she was hurt by the idea that he'd practically given her to Ed in exchange for his silence. Did she honestly think Paul gave a damn about her other than to have sex? She'd foolishly hoped that perhaps he'd care enough to want her to himself, that he wouldn't want anyone else to have her. Paul? She lifted an eyebrow, wondering if he was serious, but the look in his eyes told her that he was. Looking away, she knelt in front of Ed, her hands moving to the man's waist to unfasten his belt and pants, tugging them down slowly. It was obvious that the man was eager for his pay off she could see the bulge of his cock beneath his underwear. Charlotte was revolted and ashamed, but she hid it as best she could. Ed thrust his hips forward at her suddenly, causing his erection to hit her in the face, and she bit her lip, palming him through the fabric of his underwear. She realized that the sooner she did this, the sooner it would be over, and so she hooked her slender fingers into his waistband and pulled the underwear down. Closing her eyes, she moved closer, her hot mouth enveloping Ed's cock slowly, her tongue running along the shaft, and it was not long before she developed a soft suction, sliding her mouth along him.