Lovely Lady VII

-“Dude, where have you been? I went to your apartment to look for you, and there was no answer. I even left you a text message!” Cindy reprimanded Sandra.

-“I’m sorry hon. I’ve been tied up – literally. But I called you, because I need to see you. Let’s meet for lunch today at our regular place – my treat.”

-“OK, see you at 1:30 pm, anytime before that is the crack of dawn for me.”


Cindy walked towards the table where Sandra was sitting while still wearing her dark sunglasses, just as if she were a vampire who shunned the light of day.

-“Look at you! What have you done to yourself Sandra? Your hair! – All of you! You seem like a new woman!” Cindy commented as she checked Sandra’s casual- chic attire.

-“How you’ve been Cindy?” Sandra asked as she rose to embrace her best friend.

-“Oh you know, same ole. At least I got half-priced Valentine’s day chocolates from my loser boyfriend – like a week after Valentine’s day! But I’m hanging on, you know?” Cindy said in a cheerful tone.

The bright light of the day, emphasized the fine lines starting to mark the passage of time on Cindy's young face, much like a rose in full bloom which starts to wilt, and dry up like a prune.

Taking hold of Cindy’s hand, Sandra lays out her plan. –“Listen Cindy. There’s a lot happening. To me, to the economy, which really has affected our trade, and I think this is a good time to plan and alternate life plan.

Remember the last time we spoke, you mentioned that you might consider taking online classes? Well, I want you to really consider it. I want you to help me take off a fledging business plan. We will start small and lean, but with ingenuity, hard work, and perseverance, I can really see it flourishing down the line.

-“You gotta be joking Sandra. Where are you going to get funding for any business enterprise in this climate of frozen credits? And even if you did, too many businesses’ are filing for bankruptcy.” Cindy said with skepticism.

-“It’s been a crazy week for me Cindy. I another two weeks, I will have in my hands a modest, although considerable amount, and I have a potential investor interested if I can show that my plan is viable. I want to compete in a smaller scale – for now – with catalog , and online sales of our own lingerie line. I want to call it, Lovely Lady.

At the beginning we can work from home, although eventually, I would like to lease a boutique. While it’s true that many businesses’ on the current climate are failing, it’s mainly in part because they are not changing with the times.

You know how expensive Victoria’s Secret underwear is for instance? If we produce something that is truly nice, and inexpensive, and market it just like they do, with gorgeous models – yourself for instance, I feel that we have a shot. Look how Mc Donald’s, and dollar stores are thriving thanks to the affordability of their products? Well, we will follow the same concept!

Just check this out. A corset in a boutique in Hollywood Boulevard, averages $200 to $250. We can import those from China on a wholesale basis with our own brand, for as little as five percent of that inflated retail cost.


We will under price the competition mercilessly, glamorize the brand, and use the prettiest colleagues for our catalog and online store. When we grow enough we will do live fashion shows where men will also be invited, and also attend fashion trade shows to promote our line. So there you have it, and besides the lingerie, I'd also like to produce a line of flirty dresses with a built-in spandex mesh, that will not only offer firm strapless bust support, but also a streamlined figure as well. So what do you think? Do you want to study the business management aspect, or design?

-“Are you shitting me? Do you know how much money is involved?” Cindy asked.

-“Look, all I know is that hooking is not paying what it used to. I will have seed money to launch the project, and I have a friend who might invest some of her savings if I can guarantee that at the very least, she won’t lose her investment.

Look at us Cindy, we can’t be hooking all our lives. Do you want to be like those women in their seventies still looking for work in the whore ranches in Nevada – that’s just sad Cindy! Besides, our models will work for like $20 per hour. And besides, we can recruit them to sell via catalog our product line to their friends, and make a commission on each sale.

I’ve got nothing to lose Cindy, and perhaps… perhaps, everything to gain. Are you in?”

-“Sure, I’m in. But I don’t know how I can help you besides the modeling. I guess I need to test the water to see where my aptitude lies.” Cindy said with nascent interest.

-“Good! Okay I have made a deal with a professional photographer. In return for nude pictures, he will take pictures of you for our online store, and print catalog. At first, we will model samples which can be bought here on a wholesale basis, but those eventually can be made with out brand – provided we buy in bulk direct from China.

I just need you to be ready next Monday morning at ten, for the picture taking. I should have the samples in my hands. Please try to sleep early the night before, so that you won’t have dark circles under your eyes Cindy. This is important, for me, and for you. I need you to come fully on board and show up on time. This is the address to the photographer’s studio.”





Looking down at her cell phone once again, Sandra read the time as 11:45 am. She paced the studio like a caged lioness. How could Cindy not answer her cell phone, nor be here as arranged? How could she do this to her?

-“Look, I have other appointments. I can’t wait for your model forever. What do you want to do. I will wait thirty minutes, and then you have to leave.” The photographer said.

In response, Sandra dialed Cindy’s cell phone, for the twentieth time.


To be continued…



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Lovely Lady VI

Victoria came forward to take hold of Sandra’s hand.

She assisted Sandra in releasing her body, from the form-fitting bodice, of her formal dress. When the dress was unzipped, it collapsed when released, as it slid down the columns of her long legs, in a rush of silk.

Sandra shivered from the cold permeating the dark walls of this dungeon, as her only defense from the chill was her brassiere, lace panties, and hose. Even those were dispatched by Victoria’s hand, except for the hose and shoes which were spared.

-“Welcome Sandra, let me show you around.” Victoria said in a sultry voice. She took hold of Sandra’s right hand again, as she led her to a device that was a hybrid between a stretch rack, and a simulated guillotine above.

-“This is custom made, obviously for psychological effect. The blade stays in place, and cannot come down, yet the head and hand rest is used to secure the subject.

Do you know that according to neurological studies, when a head was severed clean by a sharp blade such as the guillotine, the head was still conscious that it was decapitated as it tumbled to the ground? Consciousness survived long enough to have time to enjoy that perception -- Weird huh?” Victoria said with a sinister smile.

Next, she led Sandra to an apparatus which resembled a sarcophagus, which was lined with iron needles all around, although to the touch, they were really not as sharp. Next, she led Sandra to a reclining chair which resembled a gynecologist’s chair with stir ups for the feet on either side, as well as dangling belts protruding from various points.

Sandra politely smiled, as her body suppressed a shudder when they stood in front of a glass enclosed display. In it were displayed various steel devices some which looked like thongs, surgical forceps, jaw and eye-openers, and a sundry array of plastic phallic devices.

-“Are you cold?” Victoria asked as she ran her hands down the sides of Sandra’s arms to infuse some warmth. Her hands traveled upwards again and down her middle to weigh with those Sandra’s full breasts, and to harshly tweak her nipples.

-“Ouch!” Sandra involuntarily said, as she took a step back, and away from Victoria’s hands.

-“What’s the matter? You can’t take it? Let me tell you something. When you two came through the door of my domain, I have complete control. I can do anything that I want to you, or to Charles.

Unless you say the word to stop, and then…you will never be admitted here again! Is that perfectly clear?” Victoria spewed the words which left no doubt of her intent.

Rage brewed underneath the surface at being manhandled like a pair of grapefruits, as Sandra thought out how to navigate this tricky situation. She did not want to be at the mercy of this cruel, although beautiful woman. Yet, she was being handsomely paid by Charles to submit to his demands.

She had a lot ridding on the payout of this venture, and did not want Charles to fire her on the spot. Quickly, she decided to focus on Charles and to get this done and over with.

-“Of course I can take it. And since I am cold; I think that I will start physical exertion to attain body warmth.” Sandra said this as she maintained eye lock with Victoria to show her that she could not defeat her so easily.

-“Physical exertion is an excellent idea.” Victoria said as she walked around Sandra and raked her long fingernails down her back - leaving a trail behind all the way down to Sandra’s shapely derriere, when she interred her sharp nails into the slopes of her buttocks.

Internally seething, Sandra abruptly walked away from her hands before they ventured into other parts, and moved rapidly towards Charles.

Psychologically, Sandra braced herself to perform the part of the unpleasant part of her job. She did this by blanking out her mind, and locking part of herself in a separate compartment; the place where nothing could touch her.

She embraced Charles, and almost pleaded with her eyes that they leave this scary place behind. Then she proceeded as business as usual, as she helped Charles undress.

To ascertain her power, Victoria jumped in and led Charles by the hand, to the guillotine. He kneeled on the rack, as his hands and head were secured by the wooden block. The sharp blade gleaned with an eerie glow, reflecting off the track lights.

-“I will start first. Here, put this on!” Victoria instructed, as she handed Sandra a strap-on dildo, and she proceeded next to grab a short leather whip.

Victoria seemed to Sandra, a very angry woman, judging by the torrent of obscenities she passionately bestowed on poor Charles. She was vicious, petty, and cruel. She almost seemed possessed by an entity from the lower realms, as she mercilessly descended the whip on Charles’ vulnerable backside, and buttocks with delight.

After fifteen minutes of verbal and corporal abuse, Victoria’s body was bathed in sheen of perspiration, which splattered like rain onto Charles’ back, every time she brought the whip down. –“Now Sandra, use the lubricant in him and on your strap-on. Get on top of the rack and fuck Charles. Just imagine that you are a man, and that now you are fucking like one.” Victoria said out of breath.

The things one did to earn our daily bread, Sandra thought dismayingly. This, as she steadily pushed the veined dildo into Charles.

Her rumination was disrupted by Victoria taking a brake from the flagging, to come on board. Sandra closed her eyes to fully capture the multiple sensations of power, as well as the seduction effected mercilessly by Victoria's hands and tongue - as those shook her to the core.

It was certainly a novelty to be to fucker, and not the fucked.


To be continued…

Lovely Lady V

-“You look lovely my dear.” Charles said as he greeted Sandra with a kiss on the back of her neck.

-“Thank you. I feel like a whole new person.” Sandra answered with a shy smile.

-“Tonight, we are going to have a lot of fun. By, the way did you get to meet my stepsister?” Charles said as he went to shower.

-“Yes, I had the pleasure of meeting her this morning during breakfast. I don’t think that she has a favorable impression of me.”

-“We should work on improving that situation then. A personal friend and investor is celebrating his birthday tonight. So tonight we will rub shoulders with several business associates, and personal friends of mine.
We will have a grand time, you and I.” Charles mentioned while he got dressed in formal attire.


Sandra’s heartbeat accelerated when she descended from the vehicle. They had arrived at an impressive mansion, with only top of the line models parked upfront. She felt like Cinderella wearing elegant clothing, while accompanied by a distinguished gentleman.

Sandra felt much at ease in his company. This almost didn’t feel like a chore at all. Sex with him had been passionate, and mutually enjoyable, as he was considerate enough to make sure that she also, had a good time.

She almost wished that Charles would keep her, well beyond the stipulated three weeks. She had to find out more information as to why there was discord in his home. Although, judging from his sister’s demeanor, she was one royal bitch.

As Charles extended his hand to aid her exit from the vehicle, Sandra imagined what life would be like with a man like that.

Perhaps she should consider channeling efforts from doing sporadic tricks with unsavory subjects, and focus in lading one steady benefactor. Who knew what lay in store? If she dealt her cards right, perhaps their arrangement could morph into something more?

It was obvious that he is single; yet, she would need to do her homework and gather through Marta, more information on him.

The festivity was ostentatious to say the least. Within the containment of these walls, the air was sealed tight with affluence in which not a whisper of the recession seemed to infiltrate.

Sandra felt in an altered state of mind. The champagne and scrumptious morsels of food produced a state of hedonistic languor, while she opted to stay away from the drugs included in the feast of the palate, mind, and all the senses involved.
The ambiance displayed a collective decadence in the devotion to pleasure in all its forms.

Later into the night, an inebriated Charles grabbed hold of Sandra’s wrist. He compelled her to follow him through a secret door.

The temperature changed dramatically from the warmed rooms above, as they descended the stairs to the cavernous basement below.

This was no usual basement for sure. Sandra looked around a custom made dungeon designed to simulate a brick castle with painted brick in black. Loose chains dangled overhead and sprouted from the brick walls. Iron contraptions which resembled those in the Museum of the Inquisition in Mexico City, added the special touch to make this a place to make one’s skin crawl.

The air was chilled, and the woman who approached them was cold in her reception as was the warmth lacking in her eyes.
She was a beautiful woman, dressed as a dominatrix, and she greeted Charles in a familiar tone.

-“Sandra dear, this is Victoria. We are going to play a game with her.” Looking tenderly into Sandra’s eyes he had this request. –“I want you to strip down naked darling, and simply keep your shoes on.

While Victoria whips my back, I want you to use a strap-on in me. Please don’t feel shy; I want to you to be cruel and merciless, and to even crush my balls with your shoes.” Charles requested in a loving form.

Sandra's smile slowly evaporated, along with the nascent illusions of a romance with her dashing benefactor.




To be continued…


Face of May West by Salvador Dali 1935

Lovely Lady IV

Sandra arrived with purchases in hand, back to Charles’ house. They had upon their initial meeting, gone to her apartment to retrieve her personal toiletries, and leave behind her car. It was agreed upon the start, that she would spend all her time solely with him during the duration of their temporary contract.

Charles had called her to inform her that they had a gathering that evening at 8:00 pm, and instructed her to dress formally for such an occasion.

Greeting Marta once again, as she opened the door, she asked her if there was food available. She had been so focused in her gathering of information and garments that she had not stopped to eat lunch.

After leaving her purchases in Charles’ room, she descended to the kitchen to alleviate the pangs of hunger.

-“Thank you Marta.” Sandra said as she sat at the kitchen’s counter to eat, and to talk with Marta some more.-“How long have you been working for Charles?”

-“Ever since I came to this country, since 2002. I was lucky that I already spoke passable English, so I was able to settle in quickly.” Marta responded as she went about her duties.

-“Oh, where are you from?”

-“From Buenos Aires, Argentina. I was not always a maid you know. I used to be a middle-class business woman. I had forty employees at one time, and had to move here because I lost it all.”

-“I’m sorry to hear that Marta. How did it happen?”

-“Just simply one morning, I found out that I could not retrieve my money from the bank. Overnight, people lost it all in a total economic collapse, and I was at a loss as to what to do with myself.

The turning point for me came, when one night, I could not sleep. About 5:30 in the morning, I heard a shot just outside my bedroom window.

I ran to the front window to see what it was all about. Gathering my coat, I stepped outside to see that my front neighbor had just blown his brain off.
What shook me to the core was what I had distinctly heard him say, just prior to the gun going off in the middle of the road. He had yelled at the top of his lungs, “Esto es por ti Menem, hijo de puta!”
Which basically means that it was Menem’s fault, and that his mother was a whore.

I found out later that my neighbor has used as collateral for a multi-million loan to expand his small business, not only his house, but also his brother-in-law’s, and another relative’s house as well. He had lost it all during the massive devaluation of the peso, and didn’t know how to tell them, I suppose.”

-“That’s terrible! So how did you hook up with this gig?”

-“Well, I called my brother who lived in Los Angeles at the time, and told him my plight. He told me to leave, and start anew here. And I did.

But, it was such a cultural shock Sandra - At least to me. Have you ever been to Argentina? Buenos Aires was built by European immigrants. It resembles a replica of Europe in the continent of South America. It is simply beautiful. So imagine that I came from an upscale place, to South-Central Los Angeles.

My nerves were shot apart from my massive loss, and by what I confronted here. Luckily, a friend of a friend, recommended me, and here I am.

I am truly in my natural habitat here, and Mr. Charles is a sweetheart and very generous too. I even have independent living quarters, and he does not mind if I use the swimming pool.
I am very lucky to have landed here. At my age, it is so hard to start anew, but I am able to save it all, and hope one day to return back home."

-“I really admire your fortitude of spirit Marta. You are like an inspiration to me. I too want to rebuild my life anew. I hope that I can learn from you. I want to run a business idea with you, but first I need to do a lot of research – and, I have to get ready for a fancy event.

Do you think that you can help me with my hair, and some basic aspects of social etiquette?”


Prancing before the full length mirror, Sandra turned around to stare at the image reflected on the mirror. Both Marta and Sandra stood in awe, at the transformation before them.

Marta had insisted on letting her do the hair, and make-up her way, if only for tonight, and Sandra had hesitantly agreed. Marta then galvanized into action by running for quick supplies to the nearest Walgreen.

The brassy bleached highlights were gone, and her hair shone with warm dark golden and chestnut tones. Sandra’s previously heavy make up was replaced with subdued and enhancing color strokes.

She felt simply radiantly beautiful.





To be continued….

Lovely Lady III

While what's her name marched away in a huff, Sandra sat surrounded by a golden halo of light. There really was an air of innocence about her, despite all that she had seen and done to survive.

Before she was half way done with her breakfast, Marta came out on the patio to refill her coffee cup.

-"Would you like anything else?"

-"Hmm...as a matter of fact yes. I'm not very familiar with this area and I need to go shopping for new clothes. Do you know your way enough to direct me to a store? I'd also need a taxi, as Charles drove us here last night." Sandra inquired.

-"If you give me thirty minutes, I will take you there myself.
I need to go grocery shopping, but everything is relatively close. If you like, I can even pick you up at a certain hour and bring you back as well." Marta said with a gentle smile which was indicative her easygoing personality.

-"That would be so cool. Thank you Marta." Sandra reciprocated the smile.






Sandra consciously kept her mouth closed, so as not to trap any flies. The money she closely guarded in her purse, seemed like a lot. That almost amounted to two months' expenses for her, yet inside these retail shops it was barely enough to dress one.

Fuck me, $998 for a strapless cocktail dress? They even used less material!

Sandra ambulated about the tony shop, as she noticed someone following her not too far behind. She did not care, with these prices, they should have armed uniform security guards posted at every door.

$1,295 for pink pumps? $495 for a pair of capri pants? What the fuck? She had to blow guys like for one-and-half hours in order to afford those pants.

This last was simply too much, as her jaw slackened in awe.

-"May I help you with something?" The woman behind her caught up. Her tone was laced with condescending cordiality.

-"Yeah, you could. You could start with not following my tail, as if you assumed that I am a criminal." Reaching into her purse she extracts the crisp bills. - "See this? I have $5,000 dollars in my purse which I could use, if I felt like it. But just look here lady, this crappy...Pucci top, may very well match the capri pants, but at $995, it is utterly ridiculous!

I am not spending my money here, which would amount to naught, but I would very much like to view the exhibit, as if I were in a museum of contemporary art, without you breathing down my neck!"

-"I assure you, that is not my intention. We have security cameras installed for just that reason. I merely waited to see if you needed my aid." The store's employee said duly subdued.

-"Yeah, I need some coffee, and a foot massage. If you can't help me with that, I think that our conversation is done. Please stay away from me, as I am not through googling this...this stuff." Sandra said while waving her arms in disgust.




-"Why the sad face Miss?" Marta asked as she met Sandra at the designated spot.

-"Please Marta, simply call me Sandra. My name is Sandra Prue by the way."

-"And my name is Marta Ramirez by the way."

Smiling for the first time in two hours, Sandra said, -"It was a waste of time. Those prices are absolutely ridiculous. Whole families live on what a purse, or even one dress costs in there!"

-"Well, it is simply a tag to announce to the world that they can afford that, regardless of good taste. Listen, have you ever gone to the garment district in downtown Los Angeles?"

-"No, why?"

-"Well you see, there are designer boutiques, as well as knock offs sold at wholesale prices. In fact, some of the clothing sold in trendy boutiques, originates from there, at least in concept. For instance, you can find there a blouse for say forty dollars, which will sell in a trendy boutique in Melrose for about one-hundred-and-fifty dollars. And around here, well the prices are exorbitant because they have to pay for the retail space."

-"Oh, I see. I can probably stretch a lot my budget there, compared with a few pieces here. Marta did you bring me what I asked you for?"

-"Yes. I have separated Vogue and Harper's Bazaar magazines in this bag. And don't forget when you go downtown, to check out the alley. It's a corridor of shops with the latest fashions at discounted prices."



The very first thing Sandra did when she arrived to the garment district was change from her high-heeled shoes, into comfortable flats.

On her way there, she had scanned the latest trends in fashion, and she focused on those tasteful yet flattering. She knew exactly the look which she wanted to emulate.
There was a lingerie shop which caught her eye, and she went inside to check out the merchandise.

-"Hello, would you like me to help you with anything?" A pretty girl asked Sandra when she arrived.

-"Yes. Are these the real prices? These corsets sell for four times that amount in Hollywood's boutiques."

-"Yes they are. We are direct importers from China. That is why our margin is low, because we import in high volume, and sell at wholesale prices.

-"Hmm...interesting to know." Sandra said as she ambled about the store, as she visualized the stupefied profit margins when bringing stuff from China. It was evident that even some of the stuff in the up tidy shops were made in China too.

Shaking her head in disbelief as to how careless some people could be with their money, Charles - among them, made her realize how smartly she needed to handle her bonus assignment.

Instead of blowing those 42k in nonsense, she could really make it grow if she invested it wisely. Business nowadays, was not business as usual. She felt the need to improvise.

Sandra asked for a business card at every the shop, and planned to peruse each web page for further evaluation, as the seed of a plan began to germinate in her head.

Exhausted beyond belief, Sandra settled all her purchases into the cab. She had gathered more than tasteful and comparably affordable fashion. She had compiled a lists of web pages which she planned to utilize in order to form a comprehensive business plan.

She leaned her head against the head rest, and closed her eyes. He had information overload, and sore feet on top of that.







To be continued.....

Lovely Lady II

Exuding sensuality and the sinewy raw power of a puma, Sandra walks stealthily towards her target, while looking for the opportune moment to pounce.

He was in her radar as soon as he walked in through the door. The pounding music, and the shrill, incomprehensible voices escaping from flapping orifices, obliterated from her attention span, as she focused with razor sharp intent on her prey.

He walked with an air of confidence that was innate, not simulated at all. Her extensive experience with men gave her insight into each type of specimen. His chiseled features complemented his well built physique. He must have been an adorable baby once, probably about five decades ago.

He sat alone at the bar, and Sandra focused with laser beam accuracy on the vacant seat next to his. If she needed to remove someone from it, she would not hesitate one bit.

With a brilliant smile derived from finding the seat waiting for her, Sandra openly engaged him in conversation immediately.

-“Hello, fancy meeting you here.”

-“Hello. Why do you say that?”

-“I’ve seen your face before, although we have not had the pleasure to have met. My name is Sandra Prue.” Sandra says as she extended her hand in salute.

-“You have? Well, then allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Charles Graham. Pleased to meet you.” Charles said as he cordially shook her hand.

-“Thanks for putting a name to the face; I am so bad with names. Although, I have seen your picture either in the L.A Times business section, or perhaps in Time magazine.” Sandra said this pleased with herself that she made it her homework to peruse to financial sectors for stock tips, and for prosperous investors, which she hoped to meet in their natural habitats.

-“Ah, I see. Unfortunately, sometimes it is best not to be in the news, as no news, can mean good news nowadays.” Charles said with self-deprecating humor.

-“True, very true. Are you alone, or waiting for someone?” Sandra said as she sat comfortably with her body language receptive towards his advances, expecting him to offer her a drink at any moment.

-“Actually, I am alone, and I was hoping for some lovely company. I guess this is my lucky night. Would you care for a drink?”

-“I’d love one.” Sandra said as she surreptitiously studied him up close. She liked his hands, his scent, and his sharp clothes. Here was a man that she would enjoy getting to know, and to work for.

After several drinks which had traveled to an intimate table in the overcrowded restaurant and dance floor, Sandra asked him point blank if he wanted to take her home.

If her forwardness surprised him, he registered none of it on his face. He seemed to stall for time as he savored his brandy and mulled over an idea or two.

-“You are a beautiful girl Sandra. What is it that you do for a living?” Charles asked attempting to ascertain what her proposition involved.

-“This and that. I invest a bit on the side, and I am always in the lookout to derive profits off my assets.” Sandra whispered into his ear, as she drew the inside of his palm with her index finger.

-“Like I said before, this is my lucky night Sandra. Shall we step outside to converse where we can be heard?”

Once outside, Charles got straight to the point. –“My dear, I'd hate to be so presumptuous as to put a price tag on your considerable assets. Please enlighten me as to the vicinity of your target.”

-“$300 an hour. I’m not cheap, yet I’m worth it.”

-“Unfortunately, we have all have been kicked on the groin with the massive losses of the market.
What do you say that you give me a flat rate considering the ailing economy? Let’s say, a flat rate of $2,000 per day, which would be a lower rate than what you are accustomed to perhaps, but there are fringe benefits as well.
Before you decide to say yes or to decline, please hear me out, as I have a proposition for you.

I will offer a $2,000 donation per day to temporarily live with me at my house. I will give you an allowance for new clothes as well, as you must dress fashionably, and you will be dined and wined in luxury.

In return, I merely ask for a few indulgences. Not all of the sexual type, as my main focus is to give hell to my stepsister and the perfect imbecile of her husband. They are parasites who live in my home, and because of legal entanglements, I can’t quite yet, get rid of them from my sight.

I expect this not to exceed more than three weeks at the most. So, what do you say, do you want to think about it?” Charles asked with intent.

-“Are you freaking kidding me? Oh my God!” You would spend wait…fourteen, in total forty-two thousand dollars on me, plus a clothing allowance? You don’t want me to kill them right?” Sandra asked immersed in disbelief.

Laughing, Charles said, “Darling, I have lost that amount in a single day. Don’t you worry about anything; I like to play an occasional mind game. Please humor me, and say yes.”






When Sandra awoke the following morning, she discovered that she was all alone. She walked into Charles closet and took down a crisp shirt to cover her nude form. Looking around the wood paneled bedroom, tastefully decorated in a masculine tone, she ventured into the adjacent bathroom to freshen up for the day.

After dressing, she found and envelope on the bedside table with her name. In it were instructions to get nice fashionable clothes, alongside $5,000 in cash.

Putting the envelope away in her purse, she walked down the staircase to search for the kitchen to eat a late breakfast, where she found a woman hovering over the kitchen stove.

-“Hi, my name is Sandra. I am Charles’ girlfriend.” She announced as Charles had instructed the night before.

-“Good morning! My name is Marta. Would you like to eat something?”

-“Yes please. I would like black coffee, scrambled eggs, and wheat toast.” Sandra said as she walked to the patio to seat under the sun.

-“Who are you?” Asked a woman about Charles’s age armed with antagonism.

-“Who are you? I’m Sandra Preu. I’m with Charles.”

-“I’m Charles’ sister. You need not know my name. Judging by your clothing, you must be some hussy he picked up off the street. A lady such as myself does not keep the company of the likes of you." The woman said with barely concealed contempt.

-"As the good book says, there is a time and a season for everything. There is a time to be a lady, although I find that men in general prefer a kinky slut in their bedroom." Sandra said this innocently, while she contained the need to laugh out loud. She thought for a moment that Charles' stepsister, would have an apoplexy judged by her horrified expression, and bulging eyes.




To be continued...

Lovely Lady

-“I’ll have a diet coke, and a glass of water please.” Cindy ordered at the bar.

-“Why do you always order diet coke? You look as skinny as a twig.” Sandra mentioned while giving her the once over.

-“Yeah, if it weren’t for these puppies I’d weigh around 110. But I don’t want a D.U.I, and one has to be sharp to deal with a potential client. How are things for you by the way?”

Shaking her head, Sandra says, -“Can you believe that I read somewhere that ordinary women are resulting to sex for pay?
What is the world coming to when we are bombarded with competition from everywhere? I mean, it’s not as if they are true professionals like us. What they do is cheapen the rate with over-surplus, and lowered demand!”

-“Well, the economy ain’t helping much to promote our trade. I think it’s unfair, how Hollywood raked over a billion dollars in January, since supposedly people want to escape the crude reality. And we who disperse pseudo love and fantasy – and a guaranteed real good time, are left to scratch our heads?

I mean it don’t make any sense. If poor suckers are forking their money to treat dates to dinners and movies and such, why don’t they just resort to the sure thing? Surely lots of women are dating just to eat at fancy restaurants. While we on the other hand, guarantee a juicy return on their investment!

At this rate, I think that I will take online classes. Or perhaps moonlight as a repo girl. That business is surely thriving.” Cindy said.

-"Hey, you know what? I got this idea when I saw a car wash offered as a fundraiser last weekend. Why don't you and I recruit a few other girls, and organize a topless car wash? It's totally legit." Sandra said with enthusiasm.

-"What? You want me to sunburn my teats? I mean I have silicone bags underneath!" Cindy made a valid point.

-"No silly. We will capitalize on the pervs. We will enclose a space with tarps, so that from outside they can't see the 'topless' work, and we will charge $20 per car, and tout this as a fundraiser.

The reason why it's legit, is that we won't be topless. We will simply wash only the lower portion of the car, and if they want the roof washed, then it will be an additional five bucks." Sandra said with a wink.

-"Hey! Let's do it. And I think that I will wear my micro short-shorts, and also distribute my business cards to those driving the newer cars! Though in truth even those are not a sure shot with the economy the way it is." Cindy said back to her morose self.

-“Oh Cindy, cheer up honey. I’ll tell you a quick joke which I overheard to make you smile. Ready?

So these two hookers were walking down the street, when one says: ‘I think I smell cock.’
Then the other one says: ‘Nah, that was just me. I just accidentally burped.’

Laughing out loud, Cindy then says, -“Thanks for the laugh Sandra. You are a really cool girl, you know that? There is something kind, and sweet about you.
I guess the time doing tricks hasn’t jaded you - unlike me.” Cindy said as her over made-up face, momentarily displaced the facade.

-“Hey cheer up Cindy. Look for the silver lining. I try to see my jons as people, not just as dicks. That is the secret for one to cultivate regular clients. Be their shrink, lover, masseuse and nurturer all in one - without the dramas. That’s something the wannabe pros’ can’t think of.

I think it’s cool that you intend to go back to school. What do you think of studying?” Sandra inquired.

-“Hmm… I don’t know yet. Something that I can do, while I sit on my ass and make lots of money. I would surely make a good actress, as exemplified by the countless orgasms, I’ve faked in my lustrous career.
Then again, hopefully my prince charming will come along, and make me an honest woman of me yet.” Cindy said with faked enthusiasm.

-“Cheers! I hope that it happens for you.” Sandra said as she raised her iced tea.






To be continued…