Teen Prostitute 101

Chapter 17

Notice-THIS BOOK HAS 400 VIEWS IN 2 WEEKS ^_^. I'm making less sexual scenes than you'd expect, I'm sorry but the Wattpad rules state no porn and I don't know what that counts as but I don't want to be arrested because I'm under the age for watching porn.
Don't think that means no dirty though, just less explicit full chapters of hardcore. That is all, my loyal subjects. That is all.

Could all my readers comment on this sentence right here to let me know who my readers are? I want to check out your stories and maybe follow you ^_^ x

Note #2: This is a v short chapter
His arm snaked around me, his other one pulling off the zip on my dress.
For the second time that day...

My dress fell off of me like a cascading jacquard waterfall, slipping to my ankles.
And I was left in front of Angel wearing only my black bra and underwear, probably looking like a Class A dickhead. He beckoned me over to him, and unsure of what to do I straddled him, grinding against his manhood.

He smiled at me, groaning in obvious pleasure.
I like this.

I removed his shirt in one swift motion, tossing it onto the floor.

Holy mother of macaroni! Look at his chest!

I was almost expecting some sort of soft, almost fatty stomach under his top, but I got a most pleasant surprise.

He had the most defined six pack ever, not weedy but not all steroid-y either. A tattoo was on his left bicep, of a snake of some description. It curled around a bit and ended in a spiral on his elbow.

I tried my best to act sexy, pouting and trying to make faces of pleasure. He saw straight through me like a glass wall.

"You don't need to act sexy for me, Ell. I can see. It's very sweet but I didn't want you for your sexiness. I wanted you for you." He smiled.

Again, if all guys were like this it'd be fucking awesome. Come on.

"You know, Ell, after this we could always go back to mine. Save it for then." He looked at me with his big, sexy eyes.
"How do I know your home isn't a Saw trap?" I asked playfully.
"How do I know your vagina isn't?" He retorted.

I started to grind again, and I was about to moan with the pleasure when there was a waiter knock on the door.

"Is it okay to come in with the food?" He asked through the hole in the door.

We beckoned him in and he handed us the pizza.

Now that is a pizza.

It was really vast, on a big platter plate. It looked amazing.

(I'm really hungry so I'm not describing this atm😂)

After we finished the pizza, me and Brooke headed out of our room to get into his car.
Before that, though, he had paid for the meal.

$114.83

I tried to pay for at least some but he wouldn't have it. Again, so sweet.

He lead my by the hand to his car. It was parked on a curb about 600m away from the stunning eatery.

It was a white Ford Mustang, with black leather seats. It was amazing.

"I really like your car. It's beautiful" I told him.

"I really like you. You are beautiful." He retorted as he started up the engine.

Game on.