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Wall Street Pimp: Open Contract
Part 05

2004/10

by Pan

The following weekend the memory of Nina was still
fresh in Max's mind.  He remembered every sweet stroke
he made into the Spanish musician's rectum.  He could
close his eyes and remember the image of thighs with
dark Spanish complexion spreading wide to expose
welcoming orifices.  He remembered Nina's full lips
twisted in discomfort, but she kept telling him to
push.  The smell of lavender mixed with KY stayed with
him for days.

It was a nice Fall Saturday morning, and Max thought
about when he would next call Nina.  She didn't want
to be fucked in her pussy, because she reserved that
for her boyfriend, but she was willing to take it up
the ass.  That was good enough for Max.  Max smiled to
himself as he walked down the stairwell of his
apartment, wearing his old Wharton sweatshirt,
comfortable shorts, and sneakers.  He was heading to
the park when somebody coming up the stairs in the
opposite direction him made him stop.

"Max, I'm so glad you're still here," Shannon said
coming from the other direction.

"Shannon, what are you doing here?"

"Sorry I didn't call, but I just needed to catch up
with you ASAP, so I decided to just get over here
quickly."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine.  I was just wondering if you
wanted some... business.  Today... and for six hundred
and fifty dollars... uh... please?" Shannon said
stopping a step below Max.  She was wearing a blue
warm-up jacket, loose cotton shorts, and sneakers.

Between working out and fucking, did she have anytime
for studies? Max wondered.

"Six hundred and fifty dollars?  That's a pretty
specific number.  Are you sure everything's okay?  If
you need the money for something important, I'll take
care of it."

Shannon laughed and looked down at her feet.  "You're
sweet, Max.  It's not 'important' like I need an
operation or something.  I do NEED it, though.  Burton
just put out its new Thrasher women's snowboard.  And
I HAVE TO have it.  The season is coming up, and I
heard some slopes are about to start producing
man-made powder.  So I was wondering if I could
interest you in six fifty worth of fun today..."

Max sat down on a step and chuckled.  Shannon then
kneeled in front of him and moved into gently kiss
Max's neck.  Her long blonde hair was done in a single
braid and smelled like citrus shampoo from a recent
shower.

"C'mon," she whispered into his ear and nibbled his
lobe.  "I'll make sure you have a good time today."

"Six fifty is significantly more than you've been
getting.  What are you going to do that'll earn you
this snowboard?"

"Aw geez, Max," Shannon pouted.  She put her head down
to think, and in a few moments said, "Okay, you can do
ANYTHING you want to me today."

"Anything?"

"ANYTHING... and yes, you can fuck me in the ass."
Shannon said the last part quietly in a defeated tone.

Max curled a smile.

"Okay, 'anything' sounds like it could be worth it. 
But first I'm meeting some friends at the park to play
football.  So I'll have to meet up with you in the
afternoon.  Unless you want to come?"

"Football?  I like football.  Yeah, sure, I'll come."

Shannon had to go to her apartment first to pick
something up.  Max grinned when he saw the five foot
ten leggy blonde run out of her apartment wearing a
Steve Young football jersey.  The jersey was not an
official size jersey.  It was cut off just below
Shannon's breast showing her well-toned midriff.  Max
was amazed it could even fit the number eight on the
back with so little material.

"Have you ever even watched Young play?" Max asked
incredulously.

"I'm twenty... not two," she said jumping into Max's
Cadillac roadster.

The XLR then peeled away to the park.

At the park Max and Shannon met up with four of Max's
friends.  One of them Shannon had already met once,
Isiah, the star investment analyst working at Max's
old firm.  Isiah Robinson was an African-American in
his mid-thirties.  Max took him on early in Isiah's
career, spotting good talent.  Isiah remained single,
and kept himself fairly fit.  He and Max were the most
fit men there that day.

The least fit man was a large man who was named
Herbert Janison.  He was about forty, caucasion, and
had a jolly laugh.  He worked at Max's old firm, one
of the lead accountants on the team.  Max found him
fun to be around.  He was tall at six foot five, and
had about two hundred and eighty pounds of muscle and
fat.  Probably mostly fat, Max guessed.

The third man present was the oldest.  At fifty three
George Tomlin was VP of Development at the firm which
bought Max's firm.  He was a tall, six foot two, thin
man.  He colored his hair, and it was obvious.  He was
an old friend, and had done Max many favors in the
past.

The fourth man was the youngest, Paul Cray.  He was
only thirty two, and worked for another investment
firm.  He use to work for Max's firm, but transferred
over to a rival after Max left.  He was a shorter,
five foot ten, wormy man.  But Max admired his
determination.

They all greeted Shannon warmly.

"This is Shannon, my... gym buddy," Max said.  "I hope
you guys don't mind an extra player."

"Not at all, Max," George said.  "Jeff wasn't able to
make it anyway, so we're even now.  Though, I don't
know about you younger guys, but my old legs are going
to have difficulty keeping up with young Shannon's."

"Speak for yourself, gramps," Paul said defiantly.  "I
use to do track in college.  I still have some spring
to these legs."

Paul was already smoking a cigarette.  He could
probably get good speed, but Max wasn't sure if he
could maintain that very long.

"Okay, let's play," Max announced.  "Everybody get
your flags on, and we'll split into teams."

"Flags?" Shannon asked incredulously.  "You're not
playing tackle?"

"Whoa... she's a tough one," Herbert chuckled.  "I'm
okay with tackle.  Size gives me an advantage then. 
I'll sumo your asses... oh yeah!"

"Most of our bodies can't take as much punishment as
your can, Shannon," Isiah said.  Even though Isiah ran
five times a week, and was on a recreational rugby
team, he probably could take it.  Max knew that Isiah
was speaking on behalf of George, the oldest, to spare
him from admitting his frailty.

"Alright," Shannon said, "flags it is."

Everyone tucked colored flags into the back of their
waist bands.

It was Max, Shannon, and Herbert versus Isiah, George,
and Paul.  Max was quarterback.

"Let me snap the ball!" Shannon volunteered eagerly.

Max grinned as Shannon bent over the ball pointing her
ass straight at him.  He then placed his hand between
her legs ready to receive the snap.  The top of his
knuckles brushed furtively over her crotch as he
shouted the count.

Shannon ran rings around all of them.  On the open
field, nobody could catch her, and she was Max's
number one option.  Max went to Herbet occasionally to
make him feel good and for short yardage.

Shannon once made a diving one-handed catch, and
rolled right back up to her feet - her jersey almost
coming off and showing off a zip-front sports bra - to
sprint to the end zone.  Isiah almost caught her, but
he couldn't keep up.

"Wow she's athletic," was all Paul could say wheezing
next to Max.  "Where'd you get this ringer?"

"The Olympics in volleyball just barely cut her, so I
got her."

Isiah quarterbacked for the other team, and they were
pretty good too.  While Shannon covered the older
George well, especially with her height and speed,
Herbert couldn't cover the smaller Paul.  When Shannon
covered Paul, Isiah would go through George, who would
always be in the right place at the right time against
Herbert.

Max's team was still winning.  One play that might
have been the nail in the coffin, Max threw deep to
Shannon.  She jumped high to get it, but Isiah was
right there with her.  He tried to grab Shannon's flag
before she could sprint away from him, but was only
able to get the bottom of her cotton shorts.  He held
on anyway and they were pulled down to her ankles. 
Shannon didn't care - focused on the game - she kept
going.  She just avoided tripping over her shorts and
jumped out of them.  In her white panties - her flag
had been tucked into their waistband - she sprinted
for the end zone.  Shamelessly she turned and spiked
the football into the ground.  Turning around her
panties showed volleyball pictured right over her
crotch.  She crossed her arms under her breasts and
looked back at the admiring older men in triumph.

"Very impressive," George said, "her and you, but
mostly her."

"I think you better take possession of these," Isiah
said to Max handing him Shannon's cotton shorts.

Max waved Shannon's shorts in the air.  Other park
goers were starting to stare at the tall blonde in her
underwear.  Max decided to have fun and get her out of
public at the same time by throwing her shorts behind
some trees and bushes near the field.

"You bastard!" Shannon shouted running into the
vegetation to look for her shorts.

"What an old man like me wouldn't give to be with a
girl like that," George said as he stood next to Max
and the others watching Shannon's pantied covered butt
enter the woods and go out of sight.

"Really?" Max said considering what he just heard.

Shannon had a hell of a time finding her shorts.  Max
had thrown them deep into the area over grown with
trees and bushes.  She finally found them in a small
grassy clearing, hanging from a tree branch.  It was
quiet there, and out of sight of the rest of the park,
but there was an opening in the tree canopy to allow
some sun in.

Shannon wasn't quite tall enough to reach her shorts. 
She tried jumping a couple times, but even her good
vertical couldn't reach it.  Next she scanned for a
stick or something to prod it down with when she saw
Max enter the area.

"Hey, Max, can you reach my shorts?"

"What's the hurry?  Maybe you should stay like this
for a little longer."

Max came up to Shannon and pulled her towards him.  He
kissed her deeply and sent a hand up her Steve Young
jersey.

"Mmmmm... why Max... isn't this illegal use of hands?"

"There might be some unnecessary roughness too," Max
said and quick pulled the jersey over Shannon's head. 
She gave a startled yelp, but then continued to deeply
kiss Max as he unzipped the front of her sports bra. 
While still kissing the topless girl he tossed her
sports bra up to the branch with her stranded shorts. 
"I think we should get the guys."

"Yeah, we should get back to the guys," Shannon said. 
"They're probably wondering what's going on in here. 
Can you get my shorts and bra?  Oh wait, just get my
shorts."

Shannon stooped low and picked up her jersey and put
it back on without the bra.

"I'll bet they'll love it if I finish the game with a
little more jiggle," she said conspiringly.

Max wasn't really listening and moved a little closer
towards the park.  Shannon returned to under the
branch to reach for her shorts again and continued her
plan.

"And if they're lucky," she continued, "they might get
to cop a feel.  Will you get my shorts down already?"

"Hey guys, why don't you come in here?" Max shouted
back towards the park.

"What are you doing?  Don't ask them back here!"

But the other four men must have been standing right
on the edge of the bushes, because they immediately
entered the little clearing.  They older men all had a
smirk on their face and leered at Shannon.  The leggy
blonde took a couple steps back, not sure what to make
of all five men in front of her.

"Come here, Shannon," Max said.

"Why?"

"Because I said so, and you said you would do what I
said."

Paul was smirking a rodent-like smile.  The others
just had smiles of curiosity.  Shannon walked over to
Max and the others after a moment.  Max put his arms
around Shannon and made her face the other men.

"Why don't you tell them, Shannon, what they might get
to do if they're lucky?"

"What? I... uh... nothing... I didn't say anything
about that."

"Now, Shannon, you said: if they're lucky they could
cop a feel.  They're pretty lucky guys.  I think you
should let them have a feel."

"Uh... Max... no..." Shannon said struggling as Max
held her in front of the others.

"Now, Shannon, are you going to do as I say?  I
thought we had agreed on this.  You were going to do
as I say right?  Or was I wrong?"

"Yeah, but... Max, come on..."

Max could feel Shannon's six-pack clench and unclench
as he held her.  Her long hair done up in the single
braid had started coming loose from the game and her
current struggling.  Finally she stopped.

"Fine," she said defeated.  She reached at the edge of
her Steve Young jersey and pulled them up to reveal
her perky c-cups.

"Nice..." Isiah said admiringly.

Max moved his own hands up to fondle them and said,
"Aren't they nice?  Give them a squeeze."

Max moved his hands back to where Shannon's narrow
waist started to flare into her hips, and held her
steady as the four men reached out to touch Shannon's
breasts.  Shannon closed her eyes and tried to ignore
the sensation of having four - and sometimes more -
hands moving across her breasts.

"This is awesome!" exclaimed Herbert as his chubby
fingers pinched a nipple.

"I think she's starting to like it," Paul said pulling
at the other nipple.

Max looked to see that Shannon's nipples were standing
forward on their own, and a familiar rosy hue had
appeared across her chest.

"Oh yeah... this little sweetheart loves getting her
tits felt up.  Isn't that right?"

Shannon remained silent and with her eyes closed.  She
didn't want to admit it, but she was starting to get
turned on with the five men all around her... touching
her.

Max then moved his hand into her panties and started
to massage the lips of her vagina under the volleyball
picture over her crotch.

"Aww.. come on, Max.  Please don't do that..."

Shannon squirmed a little, but eventually gave up and
let Max's fingers dig in between her legs.  Max then
started pulling down the girl's panties until they
were stretched across the middle of her athletic
thighs.

"No... fuck..." Shannon said squirming a little more.

"You guys have to feel this sweet little cunt."

Paul's hand was the first to dive into Shannon's
vagina.  Herbert stroked her trimmed pubic hairs and
mons.  Isiah and George continued to fondle Shannon's
breasts, but watched eagerly for an opening to her
crotch.  Shannon had let her jersey drop, but Isiah
held it up on his own.  Shannon's arm moved randomly,
at first going to pull the hands off of her, but then
pulling back as she concentrated on letting Max and
his friends do what they wanted to her.

"Pull her panties all the way off," Max said.

Paul did it as Herbert moved his fingers into the
briefly vacant vagina.  Shannon let out a little sigh
of pleasure as Herbert's thick and fat fingers probed
her.  When Paul threw the panties to the side, Shannon
was then only clothed in her jersey and sneakers.

"You know, Shannon," Max said into her ears.  "These
guys are really lucky.   In addition to feeling you
up, I think I'm going to let them all fuck you."

"Geez! Fuck no," she swore.  "Absolutely not.  I'm
drawing the line right there.  You're not all going to
gang bang me."

Shannon struggled harder, but Max grabbed her arms and
pinned them to her side.

"Remember our agreement," Max said.  "If you want to
back out, you can.  We'll call the whole thing off.  
But I want you to fuck every one of my buddies here. 
Will you do that for me, honey?  Remember our
agreement..."

Shannon fought a little more, but then remembered. 
She had agreed to anything.  She wanted that
snowboard.  And finally: she really wanted to make Max
happy.

"Okay... you can all fuck me.  I'll fuck whoever you
want me to, Max."

"That's a good girl," Max said lowering Shannon to the
grass.

The others gathered around her, five men, circling the
bottomless blonde with her jersey pushed up to her
neck.  Paul and Herbert were both between her legs,
holding them apart, feeling her out.  Isiah and George
were on either side, each fondling a teat, and George
was also caressing Shannon's well-toned stomach.

"Pull her legs apart, guys," Max said.  "Pull them
wide.  You're going to like this: she's really
flexible."

Shannon's legs went up and out.  They put her easily
into a full split, opening her vulva and asshole up
for full access.  Isiah and George put a hand each
between Shannon's legs.  It was crowded, but four of
them now were fondling Shannon between her legs. 
Herbert also stuck his pinky up Shannon anus which
brought a grimace to her face.

"Yeah, jam it up her butt, Herbert," Max said.  "Fuck
her in the mouth or pussy, guys, but no dicks in her
asshole.  That's reserved for me only right now."

The four nodded still stroking the girl.

"Max," Shannon mumbled up to him.  "Make them use
condoms.  I only want you to fuck me without one.  And
I don't want to kiss anyone on the mouth.  Please
Max."

"You heard the little lady.  Sheath it or you're not
going in."

Isiah then pulled out a large pack of condoms from
behind his back.  "Good thing I got these from the
car," he said.

"In return," Max said into Shannon's ear, "we're going
to let the boys get a little rough with you.  You can
struggle, and if you get away, you don't have to fuck
anybody.  It'll be a fun game.  The guys can rough you
up a little bit to hold you in place.  No serious
rough stuff, guys.  How's that sound?  It'll be like a
new sport.  You like sports, right, my little varsity
athlete?  And, Shannon, no kicking in the crotch and
no biting.  If they get a dick into your mouth.... no
teeth.  Gentleman, fuck away."

Max then got up and walked away to sit on nearby
stump.  He watched as the others positioned themselves
around the struggling Shannon.

"I think we should let George have first dibs," Isiah
offered.

"What?  Why?" Paul said.

"Seniority," Isiah said.

"I second that," Herbert said.

Isiah held Shannon's arms down over her head while
Herbert and Paul kept her legs apart.  Isiah pulled
Shannon's jersey over her head, covering her view. 
She was only a naked girl on the ground between four
men.  George found himself between her legs and he
couldn't get his shorts off fast enough.  He quickly
strapped on a condom and wacked at his penis a few
times.  He was the oldest, and needed a little help to
get fully hard.  It didn't take long, though, as he
looked at Shannon splayed out before him.  

"Ungh.... fuck..." moaned Shannon as she felt George's
penis up against her vagina.

George penetrated Shannon and held himself fully
inserted for a moment, relishing the sensation of the
young blonde around his cock.  Shannon tried to buck
him a couple times but couldn't with the other three
holding her down.  Soon her body surrendered and she
relaxed as the sixty year old man started to violate
her.

In about three minutes George's body stopped moving
and shuddered.

"Fuck," he mumbled.  "She's got some great poontang."

The guys chuckled as George pulled himself off.  As
they tried to switch holders Shannon broke loose.  She
scrambled on the ground, but Isiah and Paul each got a
leg and she fell to her belly.  George and Herbert
quickly got around to hold her down from her back.

"I'm next," Paul said from Shannon's left leg.  "Make
her kneel.  I want her doggy-style."

Isiah and Paul lifted Shannon's rear up while George
and Herbert held her face and chest firmly on the
ground.

"Oh yeah," Paul said looking down at Shannon's pretty
ass.  "Come to papa."

Paul pulled down his shorts and put on a condom. 
After mounting Shannon's rear Paul began to thrust
immediately.  Paul pumped her doggy-style with a
wicked grin on his face.  Isiah didn't need to help
hold Shannon down at all from that position, and moved
to Shannon's head and took off his shorts.  He pulled
out his black penis which Shannon looked at with a
little fear.  He quickly strapped a codom on.

"Get her head up guys," Isiah said.

George and Herbert pulled Shannon's face up and right
at Isiah's large penis.  She held her mouth shut as
its head brushed up against her lips.

"Come'on, baby," Isiah coaxed.  "You want this nice
black mamba."

Isiah then pinched Shannon's nose so she couldn't
breath.  She held her breath for as long as she could,
but eventually opened it for a gasp of air.  In
addition to air, Isiah's penis jammed into her mouth.

"There ya go, girl," Isiah said.

Paul continued to pound Shannon's rear as Isiah filled
her face.  Max watched intently as Shannon had a penis
enter and exit from both ends.  Herbert and George
fondled her dangling breasts which swayed with the
rocking motion of her body.

Paul came first and pulled out limp.  Isiah was still
going full force into Shannon's mouth.  Herbert
quickly replaced Paul as they switched off more
smoothly the second time.  Herbert pulled off his wide
shorts to reveal layers of chubby skin.  Underneath
that skin, though, Herbert's penis was only second to
Isiah's in thickness.  Shannon produced a muffled yelp
as he put a condomed penis into her.

Shannon's body was sweating buckets, and her vagina
was producing a river of moisture in response to three
penises having hammered into her.  To Shannon's shock
her body was getting really turned on.  She had never
been penetrated so intensely for so long.  Her body
was beginning to climax.

Isiah climaxed first though, squirting his juices into
the condom in Shannon's mouth.  Isiah pulled out and
they put Shannon's head back on the ground.  With just
the sensation of Herbert into her vagina, Shannon
climaxed... her vagina clenching in orgasm around
Herbert's penis.  In response he came and ejaculated.

"Oh fuck," Shannon mumbled into the grass.  Her body
shook and gasped in celebration.

"Look at that," Isiah said.  "Max, your girl likes to
be gang banged."

"Isn't she a dirty little cunt?"

"Yeah," Paul said.  "I'm ready for more.  Anyone mind?
 Excellent.  Roll her over.  Got doggy-style down, I
think I want a little flat on the back action."

The men rolled Shannon over.  She was getting
exhausted and made some useless flailing motions, but
they posed her like a doll.  Paul put on a fresh
condom and pulled her hips upward towards him.

"You ready for this pretty little mouth, George?"
Isiah asked.

"Don't mind if I do.  You're a gentleman and a
scholar."

Isiah and Herbert raised Shannon's back until her head
was off the ground.  They tilted her back with her
chest pointed to the sky and her loose braid trailing
the ground.  George put on a new condom and placed his
head against Shannon's lips.  This time they just
pried her mouth open with their fingers and George got
in no problem.  Again Shannon was being penetrated
from two directions, but now she was being held
suspended in the air, her back toward the ground, two
jiggling breasts towards the sky, and only her feet
touching the ground.

Max watched appreciatively as one man was between her
legs, another man had his penis in her face, and two
others each held her back up and an arm each out so
she couldn't effectively struggle.  Paul between
Shannon's legs held on to her hips to drive into her
vagina more deeply.  George held Shannon's head with
one hand as he guided his penis deeper into her mouth,
and with the other he fondled a breast glistening with
sweat and sunshine.

Paul finished first, but was quickly replaced with
Isiah between Shannon's legs.  Shannon whimpered in
despair as her vagina so desperately wanted a break. 
Her jaw was exhausted too, but George continued to
snake his penis down her throat.

Isiah kept Shannon in her elevated position as he
penetrated her vagina for the first time, though he
was the fifth successive penis to do so.  George came
next into Shannon's mouth.  They let the fatigued girl
drop her back down so only Isiah held up her pelvis as
he penetrated her.  Soon Isiah came, and the pulsation
of his large penis caused Shannon to orgasm again.

"Fuck... dammit... aaagh..." she moaned from the
ground.

Isiah pulled out and then lay the blonde limp on the
grass.

"Maxy, I think she likes it," George chuckled to Max.

Herbert had one last go - doing Shannon's limp body
missionary - and the four were done.  They thanked Max
and Shannon, who didn't respond while panting on the
grass.  Then the four left for their respective cars
leaving Max alone with Shannon.  Max kneeled next the
exhausted blonde, limp on the grass.  She had lost one
sneaker, and her jersey was pulled up and just hung
around her neck.  Sweat glistened over her body.  Her
legs were spread apart showing a wet vuvla, aroused
and raw.  Since they all used condoms, none of their
fluids were on her.  It was just the smell of Shannon
and sex.

"God, you're so sexy," Max said.

"Dammit, Max, I'm never doing that again.  I hope you
enjoyed it, because it's not going to happen again."

"Then you shouldn't have agreed to 'anything'.  The
anything is still open for today.  I think there are
some others people I want you to fuck."

"Aw... please Max.  Don't!" Shannon whimpered from the
ground.  She tried to close her legs, but her soar
pelvis preferred to be open.

"Are you saying no to me?"

"Fuck, Max... no... I'm not saying that." she said
looking away.  "Just please... please don't make me."

"Okay, no more fucking others today.  But, you're not
done yet," Max said pulling down his shorts.

Shannon looked warily at Max's penis.  She was so
sore, but she also wanted to give Max what he wanted.

"Oh... ouch..." she grimaced as Max penetrated her,
while she lay on her back.  He slid in slowly,
sensitive to her condition.

"You're cunt's already warm for me.  And it's so loose
already."

"That's because... ow... you're the fifth guy to fuck
me... ungh..."

Max suckled on a breast.  Shannon grit her teeth,
because they were sore too.  Max slowed the motion of
his penis into and out of Shannon until his shaft was
drenched with her fluids.  He then withdrew and put
two fingers into her vagina.  Shannon closed eyes and
concentrated on the good sensations while trying to
block out the raw pain.

A new sensation startled her as Max put his wet
fingers into Shannon's anus.

"Hey..." Shannon said trying to move her anus off of
Max's fingers.

"You don't have to fuck anybody else today, but I'm
tapping your ass, girl.  That's something you
specifically said I could do."

"God dammit..."

Max rolled Shannon over, and spread her butt cheeks
apart as she lay on her belly.  Slowly, he forced
himself into her anus, as she continued to lay limp on
the ground. She whimpered into the grass, but made no
physical move to stop Max from violating her anus.

Shannon's fist clenched as Max made it halfway into
her, introducing all new pains to her body.  Max then
slowly worked himself in until he worked her open
enough for easy motion.

"You're tighter than Nina is... your ass feels so
fucking good."

"Thanks... Nina likes it... back there... I don't
let... people fuck me... there."

"Except for me right?"

"Except for you... only you can... shove your cock...
in my ass."

Max didn't last long.  After watching Shannon get done
from every direction, and now being in her tight
rectum, he shot a heavy load deep into her.  She
sighed with relief as he pulled out.

Max got Shannon's clothes and she gingerly put them
back on.  Shannon started walking slowly back to the
car, but seeing her struggle, Max picked her up and
started to carry her.

"Thanks," she whispered into his ear.

"No problem.  You were great this morning.  It's the
least I can do."

"Well, enjoy it, because I'm not doing that again."

"You're not going to get gang banged or you're not
going to fuck other people when I tell you."

"Either."

"So you don't care about the extra four thousand
dollars you made today?  And this is on top of the
$650 we agreed on this morning."

"What?!" Shannon asked perking up as they got to the
car.

Max placed her into the Cadillac roadster.

"They each paid a thousand dollars to fuck me?"

"They each paid two thousand.  We struck a deal before
we came into the bushes.  I'm taking my cut of course.
 You get half.  Unless you don't want it.  You did
agree to do anything for six fifty."

"No, no, I want it.  Wow... they paid that much?"

"These guys have a lot of disposable income.  They'd
pay good money for a good piece of tail.  And that's
what you are, sweetie.  I know a lot of guys with cash
flow like them.  Just let me know if you want to make
a buck."

As they drove away Shannon chewed on her finger in
thought.

"Holy shit... I could be a high class call girl and
you'd be my pimp?"

"I guess so."

"That'd be da bomb!"

THE END

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