It's a Saturday today. I only have two jobs today, in the evening. I haven't seen Daddy today, it's actually been almost peaceful. I'm wearing a low cut, mini dress. No panties. Another one of Daddy's rules. I'm currently sitting in my crummy apartment, Daddy gets all his hoes one. It's lonely here but I'm not there often.
"Finish me off beautiful," my client says. I'm dressed in a tiny school girls outfit, my client bought it just for me. Yippee? I do as I'm told. the gray haired man, early 50's I'd guess, rolls his eyes back in pleasure. "Thank you sugar, I should make you a regular," he smirks. I smile. He hands me a $100 dollar bill, I shove it in my bra. I wave goodbye as I walk out, putting my long coat on, covering up. My next client said they'd pick me up at the corner of North and East. I walk the 3 blocks to North and East, in my high heels, my feet are killing. I wait in the cold for 10 minutes before the limo pulls up in front of me. The music blares from inside. The door pushes open and I get ready to do what I do best. I push my breasts out and smile big.
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Rella in the city
Mystery / Thriller"Did I say you could leave?" He slams me against the door. Daddy is what he has me call him. I'm dressed in a miniskirt, a tube top, and my hot red heels are matching my sharp fake nails. Daddy says it's his mark to our clients. My birthday was yest...
