Pimpology Novelas e Histórias

And I spoke what came to my mind at that time. "Did you take her consent?" I said and he stopped his hand which was raised with belt in mid air and looked at me. "I know Mafia King has made a rule, all the whore houses and slaves have to take consent before accepting anyone in the business. Did you take the consent?" I asked with a firm voice. I can tell that girl has definitely not given the consent. He looked at me and sneered at me in anger. He tightened the belt in his hand and took a step close to me with murderous look and I can tell he is a complete psychopath. Someone who lives off other's pain and killings. He is not a human anymore.

Every question now felt like a weapon designed to expose and arouse. “Never have I ever had a gangbang fantasy,” Marcus said, his voice rough with desire. I drank without hesitation, my hand slightly shaking as I set the bottle down. All five of them stared at me with pure predatory hunger. Tyler delivered what felt like the final blow. “Never have I ever fucked more than one person in the same night.” I drank again. The stories that followed were extremely explicit, full of threesomes, watching friends fuck, and sharing partners. My nipples ached painfully. A visible wet spot had formed on the crotch of my shorts. I was dripping wet, my pussy throbbing with urgent need.

"You can't be a Trap King and claim innocence. We kill, we kidnap, we sell drugs and weapons and some even rape" "That ain't right", she choked on tears. "I never said it was right. That's just what we do and how we are". "Ky'Mon-". "You think Lowe is innocent?, you think he ain't a fucking pimp too?. At least my youngest is 14". "What the hell, Ky'Mon?". "Dinner gon be served soon", he said then walked away. Motiesha stood there, just thinking to herself. What just happened?.

“You know honey, with all these women Smitty was still into, they gon’ be coming out the woodwork trying to see what they can get. I just hope I don’t have any problems with these whores because I’m still legally obligated to the asshole. I know when I left, there were 10 of us. When I checked back two years ago, he had over 30 girls. Young, old, white, black, all races, shapes, and sizes. Shame he’s got that house and all those women that live in it riding and depending on him to survive. Hah! It’s a mess how that cocaine addicted man had enough sense to make a halfway comfortable living off pussy. Child Joe was something else.” Now that I think about it, Mama was right. Smitty had been a p

Her eyes were restless. "Are you looking for this?" The guy kneels as he dangles her cellphone in front of her. The hope that she had at the sight of it faded instantly as he smacked it to the ground. "No one's coming for you!" He tilted her chin up and spits at her then walks away. "Thanks for doing me a favor." The guy stops on his tracks and looks over his shoulder. "Aren't you supposed to say, you'll make me pay? You're one hell of a nut job."

" His head pounded and a he let loose a long, low groan, pitching high as it finished as a sob followed. Am-Heh remained unmoved. Watching with waning patience. "Do it." Aiden whispered. "I ain't got anyone to miss me but I might as well die with some dignity, knowing I might have helped save someone. Doubt it'll make up for anything." He managed to sit up. "I had girlfriends; you know. Drug addicts or strippers after a quick snort of coke to chase away the grime of the club. I pimped them. Promised em' to dealers for a bit more time to pay. One killed herself, they found her floating in the river. I shrugged it off, one more slut off the street, who cares? That's on me, and the the rest of

Pimp' into trouble. "Okay, I'll leave." Mr. Pimp said and walked away. After taking a few steps away, 'Mr. Pimp's' personal assistant who had hidden somewhere at his command appeared and asked," sir, are you okay?" "Throw that Olga man out of the hotel." His spoke with power. Whereas, Ida turned to look at Olga as soon as 'Mr. Pimp' left, "why are you trying to harass me?" "Harass? You started it first by slapping me and my fiancée in public? Don't even think of escaping again cause I'm not done with you?" He grabbed her arms tightly and began to drag her away.

His face was about to be the new cousin of the family of tomatoes. “You know, perverts usually make a lot of excuses when they are being questioned for their suspicious actions. An example is what you’re literally doing right now.” Olivia let out a sigh as she shook her head in disappointment while looking at him from head to toe, the same way he did to the girl next to her earlier. “Are you even aware that she’s a minor? Even though you didn’t touch her, you can still go to jail.” “Hey, look—”

Real names were irrelevant for that matter. She slid to the floor, sitting there in her misery. Would she ever be completely free of the past? She wiped the tears that started to fall with the back of her hands, leaving smudges on her cheeks. She didn't want to think about where she was a month ago, the strange cars she climbed into, the men she had sex with just to pay her bills and eat. Once she surrendered to her fate, Jerome Williams, her pimp, had not treated her badly as far as street workers went, but he made sure she knew she was his property. He never beat her. He had other ways of making his point, ways that left different scars.

That cesspit is the last place you'd expect to hear of such things seeing as how they try to convince the world that they're such righteous upstanding men; lying fucks, they're just as depraved as the next guy. I had to time my hit perfectly to coincide with the others, which shouldn't be a problem since we'd done this shit before. Different locations, different faces, same sick crime. While the rest of the world was sidetracked with bullshit smokescreens, the children of the future were being exploited in some of the most despicable ways known to man.