Still, she loved the man. And he was doing things for her. No one else ever had. He was arranging for the car her parents refused her. That showed who really cared for her.
"Get your men up here and I'll try to make sure they pay this time," she said, somewhat dejectedly. The idea of hooking wasn't that much to her liking, even if the money was attractive.
What else could a fifteen-year-old girl do to earn a couple hundred dollars in less than an hour? And that had been the actual amount Red and Fred paid. Jack had believed they were going to pay more.
"You mean it, darling?"
"Yes, Jack. Bring 'em on."
They were almost more than she'd bargained for.
***
"Now you stay dressed up like that unless they say something different. Okay?" Jack said.
"No, damnit, it's not okay. I don't like dressing up like a little girl. This flowery dress sucks. And the white stockings and these little white patent leather shoes disgust me. I'd rather have my platform shoes back."
"It doesn't go with the Little Bo-Peep outfit. Just shut up and do what you're told."
"Look, Jack…"
"Shush. They're here."
Fawn quieted down although she didn't care one iota for this ridiculous outfit. Still, if it got the money Jack needed, it might be worth it.
It damn well better be, she thought.
The teenager did a double take when she saw the two coming in the door. She didn't believe what she saw. The man was like a Greek God. He was so beautifully muscled she simply didn't believe he could be for real. He was something out of a dream.
But it was the woman who caught and held her attention. The woman was dressed in the most bizarre outfit the young girl had ever seen. Wearing a high black corset that pushed her tits cruelly upward and together, the woman virtually pranced around the room. Fawn didn't understand how she could even balance on the high-spiked heels on her boots, boots which came up to mid-thigh.
The soft black leather of those boots made Fawn want to reach out and touch them. They looked like fine gloves from the tight fit. Underneath, the woman had on black net stockings held up by a garter belt.
Flashing black against the milky white of her crotch was the woman's bush. For a second, it took Fawn's most intense concentration to understand the woman's crotch was naked. In spite of all the leather and trappings, her cunt was exposed.
The girl looked back at the man for an explanation. He was tall, heavy with muscles. The blond crewcut made him look like an Army recruiting poster model.
"You," the woman snapped, pointing at the girl with a black-gloved finger, "on the bed."
"Now look here, lady. I…" and the teenager was slapped across the face. The force of the blow sent her reeling toward the bed. As the edge of the bed hit the backs of her legs, she simply sat down, stunned.
She didn't understand what was happening. It shouldn't be like this, she thought.
"Good. Now, Adonis, strip for the little girl. She wants to see your big biceps. Strip, damn you!" she shrieked. "Now!"
A whip magically appeared in the woman's hand. The long lash snaked across the room and landed flush on the man's back. He flinched but said nothing.
He began stripping off his shirt.
The girl licked her lips in anticipation. The man was another Mr. World. He had muscles in places most men didn't even have places. And Fawn was obviously expecting to let him fuck her.
She'd do that for free!
But she didn't understand why he let the woman humiliate him like she did. A man so powerfully built could tear the woman limb for limb. To actually allow her to whip him, that was something the teenager just couldn't fathom.
"You. Little girl. Take this. Oil his body!"
Fawn caught the tiny vial of oil. She looked at the towering mountain of muscle rippling in front of her. Just running her hands over his body would be super!
Apparently she didn't move fast enough for the black-clad woman. The light touch of the whip spurred her on. The top was yanked off the bottle and a generous portion of the oil puddled in her hand. She began applying it to the man's chest.
"Is your name really Adonis?" she asked, only to have the whip land bitingly on her back. She flinched and moaned in pain.
"No talking. Just do as you're told."
"Christ," she muttered under her breath. "What a bitch!"
"Be quiet," the man told her quietly. "She means business."
The girl could see that. She continued with the pleasurable task of oiling the man's skin. The smooth flow of muscles under her fingers made her hotter and hotter. Soon, she was thinking how nice it would be to actually feel his cock splitting her apart.
"Take his pants off and oil the rest of his body," came the cold command from the whip-carrying woman.