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Platinum Angel: Hypnotica’s Pets

Chapter 16

Felicity started walking back to the Big Mike’s Sports Bar and Grill. It was going to be so humiliating returning after sex with Brandon. They’d all know. But it wasn’t the first time in the last week she did the return of shame.

She got half a block when she spotted two familiar faces. Joey Heathers and Tamara Austin. What were two of Minka’s hucow minions doing outside that dance club? Okay, besides sharing a joint. Was Minka – Hypnotica – inside? Were they looking for her?

Panic overwhelmed her senses and emotions for a moment. The beautiful blonde did an abrupt about face, and stroded away as fast as her stiletto-heeled feet would take her. She was just outside the Beauchamp red light district when she heard a feminine cry of “Hey!” behind her.

It kind of sounded like Tamara.

So Felicity ducked down a dark alley, ran to the other end, and emerged on another streetwalker lined street. The Beauchamp red light district was three blocks along Beauchamp Avenue, but two blocks deep to either side. It was Ocean City’s biggest, most popular red light district.

Felicity found a dark place to hide and waited. No one came in pursuit. No Hypnotica. No minions. After half an hour, she was finally able to emerge. A businessman in an Audi sedan rolled to a stop next to her as he rolled down his window.

“Hey, babe, how much?”

“Zero dollars for you, since I’m not a hooker,” she snapped. “Let lost, loser.”

He cursed, and then peeled out of there. The Audi was half a block away when she realized her mistake. Since she was a hooker and didn’t charge, he could’ve paid for a motel and dinner for her. He was certainly wealthy enough to not balk.

Poor men would rather pay less for a hooker.

“I’m my own worst enemy.”

“Well, hello there, beautiful,” a tall African-American in a very nice suit said. He was leaning against a shiny black Cadillac sedan. She guessed he stood six foot six, maybe two-hundred seventy pounds. A formidable man. She wouldn’t want to fight him. “What’s your name?”

“Felicity.”

“I’m Prince Ramon,” he said, moving up into her personal space like a long lost lover. “I am very pleased to meet you. Do you...work here?”

“I do not,” she snapped. “I’m Felicity Silverbush. I am not a hooker.”

Then she remembered where she’d heard that name. Other heroines spoke of him. Prince Ramon was a pimp, real name Ramon Drysdale.

“The billionaire philanthropist?”

“Yes,” she said, swelling up a little. He knew of her. “Well, not any more. An evil woman has stolen my fortune and cast me out on the street penniless.”

“The police won’t help you?”

“No.”

Truth was she worried going to the police would bring her back onto Minka’s radar. The evil lactose vampire would quickly snatch her back up. While the police, and DA, might be a good chance to recover all she lost, it was the most dangerous option.

“How are you getting by then?”

“Hmm,” she said, rubbing her lips together. “I, um, manage.”

Yeah, speaking to a pimp was scary enough. Giving him something to hold over her head was just reckless. She worried she’d already admitted to too much.

“It’s been a pleasure, but I have to go,” she said, backing away from the big pimp. But he pulled out a wad of cash. She froze, eyes locked on that money. “What are you doing?”

He smiled. A pleasant, friendly smile. She relaxed a little.

“I suspect you are quite poor,” he said. “And could use some cash. I’m willing to help you out. How does one hundred dollars sound?”

Her belly clenched. A hot tingle started in her sex, which didn’t help since her belly was still hot and quivery after that tryst with Brandon.

“Sounds great,” she said. Eyes narrowing. “You’re going to just give me a hundred dollars?”

“Yes. Well, you’ll have to earn it.”

She almost groaned. Yeah, she knew exactly what he wanted. But did she need the money badly enough to sleep with a PIMP? It just felt like a step deeper into the gutter. But she had to ask, just to be sure.

“What do you mean?”

He smiled, and indicated the street to either direction. Felicity looked at the scantily clad young women bantering with men, clustered in groups to laugh and smoke cigarettes. So many hookers. So many men looking to hire hookers. And there was a pimp offering her a hundred dollars. But he wanted something.

So it was as bad as she feared. Worse, her first thought was not to curse him out and stomp away. All the men she’d spread her legs for over the past week suddenly filled her head. So many, and some of them were not pleasant men. But none of them were criminals, much less a leading member of the local sex industry.

I’ve done worse for less this past week, she thought, feeling a tiny piece of her soul dying.

“O-Okay,” she whispered.

Prince Ramon peeled off five twenties and pressed them into her hand. As her fingers curled around the cash, she remembered something she’d heard many years back. Cheap hookers demanded the money upfront. Her eyes squeezed closed for a moment, and then she stuffed the money into her purse.

“Lead the way,” she said.

Felicity was led by the hand to a nearby motel. It was filled with hookers and very unsavory men standing around in the parking lot. Prince Ramon took her into the office with him. It was the first time she saw one of those charts with the prices of room for rent by the half-hour, hour, half-day, and overnight.

“I’m renting this room all night for Felicity,” Prince Ramon said.

The manager was a skinny black woman who looked two hundred years old. She curled a lip at Felicity, looking her over through coke-bottle glasses. The manager just grunted and took his money.

“Room 10,” she said, handing Felicity the key.

“Thank you, Ester,” Prince Ramon said.

“Yes, thank you, Ester,” Felicity said.

“That’s Mrs. Tully to you, young woman.”

Felicity didn’t have anything to say to that. Yeah, she was put in her place, rather rudely. She just turned and left the office, followed by the pimp.

“That was weird,” Felicity said about halfway to the room. “I don’t think she likes me.”

“Ester doesn’t like anyone.”

Prince Ramon started stroking her soft hair. She tried to ignore him, opening the door and leading the way inside. She was glad to see the room and bed looked much nicer than the motel Brandon took her to earlier. The queen-sized bed looked nice and flat, no hooker sag in the middle. The carpet was dark, but looked clean. Best of all, the bathroom had a tub-shower combo. No mold. But the window AC wheezed loudly as it pumped cold air into the room.

“Shall we begin,” Prince Ramon said.

She turned to find him already stripped down to just his suit trousers. And they were unzipped. She watched him release his pants to puddle around his feet. He was running commando, so a monstrous black cock pointed straight at her face. Felicity’s jaw dropped.

“Holy moly,” she exclaimed softly.

Felicity glanced at her purse, with a hundred dollars inside. Was it worth it?

That cock might break me, she thought, but bit her lip.

Aloud, “Wow. You are… Big.”

Felicity quickly stripped down to just her heels. Then she led him to the bed by the hand. She paused. He was not acting like she expected. Every other man that week hand practically dragged her to the bed. They were not polite or respectful, though only a few treated her with blatant disrespect. Mostly, they just wanted to get down to business in bed.

“All I expect is a standard suck and fuck,” he said. “In that order.”

He laid in the middle of the bed, and she curled up next to his hip. The pimp was already rock hard, so she only gave him a few strokes before going down on him. She started out rolling her hot, wet tongue around his rubbery, purple glans. That helmet shaped dick-head proved very sensitive, and she quickly had him grunting and groaning, even jerking.

Suddenly, he pulled her off his dick. “I’m ready to fuck.”

Felicity was shifted under him, on her back, legs wide. Prince Ramon poked around her pussy, before she took charge and guided him to her sex. And then he thrust in hard and deep.

“Ugggh! Son of a – Ooooh.” she cried.

“Thank you,” he said, grinning.

Felicity looked down her body, through the valley between her spread tits. That monstrous black cock pistoned in and out, the skin now wet with her arousal. She felt every long, thick inch of him. He stretched her tight little hole out to the max and then some. Soon, she started grunting and crying out with every deep thrust.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Prince Ramon started fucking her harder, faster. Her head rolled back, rocking back and forth. So intense. So wonderful. So amazing.

“Oh! Oh! Ooooooh!” she cried, eyes widening as her insides clamped down around the pimp’s cock. Hot tingles washed through her, and she felt that rush to climax. “I’m come… Come… Aaaagggh!”

The pimp dropped his weight atop her, continuing to fuck her hard and fast. Felicity wrapped her arms and legs around him, desperately trying to get him in deeper. Always deeper. And then she came again.

“Aaaaaggh!”

The pimp forced her to climax five times before he finally pulled out to shoot cum all over her pussy and lower belly. She immediately went completely limp, huffing and puffing, so hot and sweaty.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“And that how nine out of ten prostitution jobs go,” he said. “Do you think you’re ready to start?”

“Give me a sec,” she gasped out. Then what he said registered. “What?”

“You can earn a hundred dollars a pop, just like that,” he said. “I get thirty percent as your manager. But still, every one of my girls takes home at least a thousand dollars a night.”

Felicity stared up at the pimp a few minutes, before shaking her head.

“I don’t think I could do it,” she said. “It’s too icky.”

He just smiled and turned on the charm. She cringed on the insides, afraid she wasn’t emotionally strong enough after that bitch taming to resist him. His voice came out smooth as silk.

“Don’t worry about it, babygirl. It starts out a little hard, a little icky, but you quickly fall into a rhythm and it just becomes a job. A fun job, with lots of orgasms for you. And lots of cash in your hand.”

“Yeah, but…”

“How about this? I’ll find you a few clients, and you take good care of them,” he said. “And at the end of the night, you can decide if this job is for you.”

It took a lot more cajoling, but Felicity finally relented.

“Fine. What do I do?”

“Just clean up. Leave the dress off, but keep the heels. I’ll be right back with your second client,” he said.

“Second?”

He grinned. “I was your first, and that went pretty well, didn’t it?”

She stared off into space for a moment. He did pay her, and she accepted the money on the contingency he had sex with her. So technically an act of prostitution. She was already a hooker.

Prince Ramon quickly dressed and departed. She rolled off the bed, cleaned up the mess he made between her legs. And then she straightened up the bed. Less than ten minutes after leaving, the pimp returned with another big black man.

“Hi,” she said, beaming a weak smile. “Are you my date?”

The new man smiled, nodded, and handed her a hundred dollars. Felicity stuffed it in her purse, and then helped him strip. After getting him sprawled on the bed, she crawled up and went down on him. It didn’t take long before he was jerking and gasping.

“Do you want to be on top?” she asked. “Or do you want me on top?”

“You on top,” he said. “Ride me like a cowgirl, baby.”

Felicity straddled the john, guided his cock to her entrance, and impaled herself. Bouncing, she quickly had him fully sheathed inside her, and then she went to town. He fondled her jostling tits. And then it happened.

Milk squirted out.

“What the fuck” he cried and squeezed harder. Twin jets of creamy milk shot into his face, soaking his chest and belly. “This is fucking awesome!”

He suckled and milked her tits, all while she rode him hard and long. Felicity smiled, loving the feel of being plowed and milked at the same time. Loving it too much.

Oh god, I’m a hooker now.