Pimpology Novels & Stories

I рrеfеr working аlоnе, but thе need for mоrе hеlр is urgеnt. I’m ѕwаmреd with my саѕеlоаd аnd іt’ѕ not lіkе trafficking wіll ѕtор аnуtіmе ѕооn. A gооd pimp wіll mаkе two hundrеd thousand a year frоm оnе girl. Thеrе’ѕ аlwауѕ a demand аnd nо rеаѕоn tо ѕhut dоwn ѕuсh a luсrаtіvе gаmе by сhоісе.

‘Not just them even the other mafia families in Italy are angry with him, he’s done a lot of things that goes against our principles in the past three weeks’ ‘What did he do?’ she asked not entirely listening to Angelo. ‘He kidnaps girls and auction them off to the highest bidder, and has turned himself into a fucking pimp’ he said angrily. ‘What!’ Lisa exclaims angrily. ‘That’s not all, he has turned your personal mansion into a whore house for his pimp business and made an alliance with the red bulls’ ‘that bitch’ she exclaimed boiling in anger ‘he has ruined everything our father worked for, we are supposed to work with respect, we have respect for women therefore auctioning was banned se

“You can sell me off, I will rather be anywhere else but here, I don’t care wherever I end up, I just want it not to be with you,” She responded firmly, what was the purpose of keeping her here anyway. “Aha, do you even know what a pimp is? Do you know what goes down in those places? Trust me what you saw that made you think I am the worst person on earth is just a preview, it gets worst, you don’t just watch, no, you get to participate,” He said and she hated that she couldn’t move her hands or legs because of the chains. He was stupid to assume she doesn’t know what a pimp is, she knew everything, and she didn’t mind, it was better than being here with this devil.

In amusement, my eyes follow the swaying of her hips as she walks away. Martin laughs. "You like?" I take another long draw of my drink until it's empty. Women have not been on my to do list for a while. I am no longer that college boy that wants to bed everything in a skirt like it meant scoring in the field. I have mastered my food and sexual appetite. They have not controlled me in a while. "I'm kidding with you," Martin says, laughing. I smile, knowing he was teasing me. We used to know everything about each other, but now he keeps some things to himself and I also do, because after my last call with my P.I, there was really no one to trust.

“First of all, my name is Jade, not Babe. And secondly, nobody does anything for anyone for free in this world. Nothing goes for nothing.” “Try me,” he said. He sounded sincere and I was almost convinced that he was truly trying to help me with no strings attached. However, this was a guy that ran a brothel. I’m a female. It’s a match made in heaven. “No,” I said and began to walk away. “What do you have to lose?” He asked me. “You were wishing for death only a few seconds ago, weren’t you?” “So?” “So, what would one night with a pimp matter anyway?”

he chuckled,”You’re a good asset to my gang. “What’s the last part of my training?” I asked, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You have to get a tattoo,” he stated. “A tattoo?” I gaped, “Why?” “It’s the trademark,” he smiled,”It’s kind of like a brand. Everyone in my gang has the tattoo.” “What’s the tattoo of?” I wondered. “A Devil's,” he smiled, “Or serpents.” “Why a Devil?” I questioned. “My gang name is The Devil's Brotherhood,” he smirked. I chuckled, and looked at him.

“What kind of a place do you think I’m running?” SLAP! SLAP! Annie screamed some more. “Of course, I’m a pimp! I’m a high class pimp!” He roared. I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “Pimp up for his girl, boy… and get me an endorsement!” He disconnected. Anger shot through my head. “ARGH!!” I slammed a fist on the wall. “I’M NOT YOUR BOY! You piece of shit!” And a paw glared back at me.

The look he graces me with is burning right into my soul, paining me in a way I never felt. “My old pimp already got me on the stuff before I got to New York. So, as I got more clients, I needed more stuff. But the more stuff I needed, the more clients I had to take to be able to afford it. And the more clients I took, the more stuff I needed to be able to handle it. It wasn’t like I needed it to party like the rich kids in those other rooms.”

My eyes widen and she continues, “I don't think there's ever a night he goes to bed without a woman or two. And I've never seen him bring the same woman home twice.” I cringe at the revelation. But Nancy doesn't seem to notice. “You know what we call him around here?” She looks around and whispers to me, “The panty ripper.” “What?” “That's right! I think he has a kink for ripping panties off his conquests. He's quite notorious for it. It's like his signature move or something. I've lost count of the number of torn panties I've had to throw away.”

I swallowed, feeling like the little rabbit Xander called me in the sea of jungle predators. “Let's make this easier,” Luca stated with a grin and murmuring ensued as his hungry eyes raked over me, stopping at the base of my flimsy back gown. “Take off your panties, stick this inside you, turn the remote on, get back on stage and twerk for us as you cum.” That was it. All the patience I had left was tossed out the window and into the garbage bin. I was tired of being humiliated and insulted. Whatever happened after wasn't my cup of tea but right now I felt like slapping this idiot of a human being.