Pimpology Novels & Stories

"No! Pimping is a man telling a woman what she must do. I don't want that. I want you to go home and talk to her. If she agrees to do what I want of her own free will and choice, then come back here together and you must both sit here and offer me what I proposed. If you don't come back, tonight, I tear up the check for one hundred thousand and go home, the deal for the house is over. You can cash the ten thousand as a consolation prize."

"Says the fake rich guy with zero skills. You lied to me, used me, and then made me earn money myself. You're trash!" "Who are you calling trash? Look at yourself. You're nothing but a mess, a used good, and you think you can marry into money? If you hadn't thrown yourself at me, I wouldn't have looked at you twice! "You think you're Josephine Tyson? She's educated, gorgeous, and Mr. Reed adores her. But you? You could work your whole life and never catch up!" Adam had exploded at the insult. He fired back with every crude word he knew. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was completely out of control.

Too bad for him, he'd picked the wrong audience. "Enough." Mable let out a cold laugh as she abruptly stood up. "So, Mr. Frazier, do you think that covering someone up is considered inappropriate and harassment, or do you think I'm an idiot? "If we're here to talk business, let's talk business. What's with the sleazy pimp act?" "I'm here to vet a project, not to pick out eye candy at a nightclub. You're the one forcing your male employee to dress like this and toast, then you have the nerve to blame them for not having any self-respect."

My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor, trembling violently. "Officer! Please help me! I was forced into this!" I crawled toward the officer on my hands and knees, pointing at the bloodstained loan shark contract on the floor, sobbing like my heart was breaking. "My husband Jake isn't human! He's been scamming people online to pay off his debts, and he forced me to wear these degrading clothes! He took out a high-interest loan using my parents' house deed back home. He said if I didn't obey him, he'd send people to break my mother's legs! That milk that got spilled—he bought illegal date-rape drugs and put them in it! He was trying to drug me and sell me to other men! Please, you hav

She had a handful of girls who were tagged 'unbreedable,' made up of omega females, slaves, and refugees like me who were objects of the males' darkest fetishes. Madame's assistant, Olly, whom Olivia called Un Alphonse; the French word for a pimp, hated me so much after trying to force me to suck his sausage cock. The thick bastard with breasts bigger than females was a sadist. Olivia joked that he was castrated before puberty and I almost believed it because of his less bodily and facial hair, raging temper, and constant cussing. Madame on the other hand was patient, biding her time, and always begged Olly to give us some time to adjust.