Mona Lisa

Remember what i told you

Lauren's fingers dig harshly into Camila'a wrist, eyes conveying everything that needs to be said.  This is only Camila's second job and it's only been a 2 day break period. She's drilled the rules and expectations into the girls skull. Lauren knows that Camila knows what's expected of her but the girl is so feisty she might just pretend to have forgotten simply to get a reaction from the older woman.

Camila smirks, the intensity of Lauren's gaze amusing her.

Lauren's gaze hardens even more, eyes nearly narrowing at the smaller girl. "Just remember what I told you."

Camila pulls her wrist from Lauren's hand, rubbing at the nail marks and smoothing her dress down and doing a twirl. "How do I look?"

Lauren licks her lips, leaning against the wall and crossing her legs. "You don't have to act right now."

Camila's eyes dance with mischief as she smiles, planting her two feet on the floor and sauntering back to Lauren. "maybe I just want to hear you tell me how beautiful I look."

Lauren takes a deep breath, chasing the faint scent of peaches and strawberries. She instinctively reaches for the girl, pulling her in so she can get a better whiff. "He's going to devour you." Lauren husks in her ear.

Camila giggles, standing on her tip toes to press her lips to the back of Lauren's ear.

Lauren's hands squeeze Camila's hips, gently pressing their bodies together. She only pulls back when Camila begins to move against her. "Stop." She warns, fearing her body's reaction to the other girl.

Camila smirks, stepping back. "My date's probably  here anyways." She says with a wink before turning and strolling confidently away.

Lauren rests back against the wall, watching Camila's arms sway and her mouth nearly waters at the sight of her legs. The younger girl loved fashion and she used it to her advantage. Not to mention the way she styled everything to compliment all her assets. Her dresses were always tight up top to show her slenderness but always short and only slightly flowy. Her legs were god damn masterpieces alone and her ass, well, Lauren couldn't complain and neither could anyone else. It was literally perfect. She's had many girls Work for her over the years, Maybe a hundred at this point even. Sometimes she kept them a month, sometimes half a month but never over 2. Whores will be whores and that's how she viewed them and she's sure that's how whoever owns them now treats them. The business is brutal, it really is. Every now and then she feels a pang of remorse for these girls but then she remembers that they got themselves there. She herself did not put a gun to their head and force them, no. She didn't respect any of them but she didn't abuse any of them either. Lauren wasn't the type to abuse but she definitely wasn't giving them any more than what she thought they needed. In all honesty, she viewed herself as top notch. The girls wanted to work with her, they wanted HER to be their boss. That always gave her a sense of pride amongst her fellow male peers. In this world women are viewed as pawns, so malleable and so replaceable. If a girl doesn't work out you send them on their way. Lauren, however, was the man in every sense. From the way that she carried herself to the dick that dangled between her legs. The only thing that really set her apart from the other men was, well, her technical gender. Despite having a dick, Lauren was female and that bothered a lot of guys. She was never sure if it was because she was a girl and her dick was bigger than all of them or they were simply upset that all the girls loved her. Most times she'd say the first option but others it's the perfect combination of the two. The other men's women wanted her AND her dick.

Lauren taps her foot as she watches Camila disappear around a corner. She lets out a sigh, glancing down at her watch. She smiles at the memory of Camila'a first date. Somehow the sly brunette had managed to get Lauren the watch before she and her date even left the party. Thats extremely risky and That's how Lauren had known she'd be a keeper. Other girls needed a full night, maybe even 2, to get the man open enough. By open enough Lauren definitely means distracted. She didn't expect these men to open up to these girls and she certainly didn't expect the girls to expect that.