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David
Headingto the bar was more than about taking the edge off, and I can't believe my good fortune when I stumble upon a conversation at the bar about a “Cosmo guzzling knockout named Christina that's all tits and blondehair.”
Sound like anyone weknow?
Yeah, I think itdoes.
I nurse my bourbon and listen to the conversation the bartender is having with this flashy guy who just looks like, well he looks like one of those guys who probably knows “a guy” for everything. He’s one of thoseguys.
“Yeah, she’s the newest high-end escort in town, and she’s going it solo. Judging by how she took on the bar bill but then sweated it, I’d say she’s brand new to this and in way over her head. Nice girl. She needs your help,” the bartender says to the blondeguy.
“Wow, thanks for the heads up,” wiry blond guy says. “I’ll extend her an offer.”
I swirl my drink but I know I’m done with it for now. The bartender nods at me and I shake my head no, because I'm onto somethingelse.
So Christina's become an escort, and she’s about to get apimp?
Well, I’m not looking to rain on the slutty parade that’s helping Christina heal after her shitty marriage to my asshole father. Let her stand on her own two feet by getting on all fours? Not the worst plan ever. I’m hard just thinking about Christina on her knees, another man’s cock in her mouth, abandoning all her morals and letting men defile her tight little body for some money.
I told her that I’d take care of her, and I meantit.
I think I’m going to play a little game with Christina. Nothing too mean. Nothing she won't enjoy.
“Excuse me,” I ask the man, flagging him before he exits the bar. “I need to catch you before you catch Christina,” Isay.
That catches his attention. He saunters toward me and flags the bartender for another drink.
“You one of her clients? If you’re trying to lowball her price or lock her in, then you’ve got the wrong pimp. Shorting my girls is shorting myself, and I’m not about that,” he says, raising an eyebrow atme.
“I’m not one of her clients, yet. But I have a proposition for you both. Get her on board. Make her trust you. Then tell her that you can get her even higher end clientele…and make her take on the rules. No touching. Only contact is cum. Clean guys. Get her to agree to it. Then, she's going to get a mystery client that you convince her to break her rulesfor—”
"That would be you, hot shot?” he interjects.
“Yeah, it would. Mr. Money Bags, I'll be Mr. M,” I tellhim.
He can see I’m being completely seriously. He pauses, then extends his hand. “Thomas. Future pimp of Christina, apparently,” he says, and after he shakes my hand, he shows me his palm. “Show me enough of this money bags shit to make it worth my while, or I don’t see too much of a point in me doing your overly complicated seduction plan,” Thomas says with a laugh.
I open my wallet and drop enough cash in Thomas’s hand to shut him up. I watch his hand close around the money.
“Christina’s worth it. Plus, the higher end clients mean your cut is bigger, so you’d have reason enough for it anyway.” I pull out more money. “Give this to Christina when you pitch her the offer. Tell her that it is an advance. She’s burning through too many cosmopolitans and thongs, it wouldseem.”
I can’t help but smile thinking about Christina with a fistful of cash and a lighter heart — that’s why she was so filthy with me on the phone, she wasn’t stressing out over every little thing. She didn’t contest the will, fine, but my fucking prick of a father left his wife to sell her goddamnbody.
Christina’s making good on the situation, so I’m going to do the same. Soon though, she’ll be allmine.
