1. Trafficked Love Ch. 16


    Date: 12/11/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Discipline, Domination/submission, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Girls / Female, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Male Domination, Mind Control, Non-Erotic, Prostitution, Reluctance, Slavery, Violence, Written by women, Author: gabe900, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

    impress others, and even though their cars were separated from their owners who were busy attending the annual, they still represented the money and reputation of their owners. Rich parked between a white Porsche and a yellow Stingray that Angel guessed was fairly new, given its temporary tags. Once parked, Rich turned off the car and got out. He walked around the car and opened Angel’s door for her. She obediently slid out of the car. Rich took the black and grey fur coat from Angel’s hands, and held it open for her to put on. Obediently, she slid into the coat. She would wear the coat until her performance on stage at the annual. Until then, no one needed to see the black dress she wore, with it’s low neckline that extended down between her breasts, and even further down her back, showing the dimples in the small of her back. The coat was longer than the dress, and covered her down to her mid thighs. Faux leather stockings stretched just over her knees, and the platform heels she wore glistened in the dim warehouse light. Her dark hair had been teased into a thick mess, which she let hang loose down to her chest. Her make-up, like usual, was dark and heavy around her eyes, and pale across her skin, with crimson lips to accentuate the dark appearance she had. Rich put his arm around her shoulders protectively, and the two of them followed one of the men across the warehouse and down a set of steps on the other side. Once down the steps, they were led down a long hallways, ...
    who’s inhabitants were just a few boxes and wooden crates here or there. Two more men stood at the end of the hallway, one with a clipboard, the other with an Uzi to match their guide’s. “Richard Price.” The man with the clipboard flipped his list, then left a mark next to Rich’s name. He then turned his attention to Angel. “You must be Fallen Angel.” Angel didn’t look at him. “Jezebel, Amber, and Brandy are coming with Diamond,” Rich noted, letting the man know that three of his other girls would be coming with one of his bottom girls. The man nodded and stepped aside as he wrote the information on his clipboard. The guard next to him pushed the door open for them, and Rich and Angel stepped through. +-+-+ The music was blaring as lasers and strobe lights were flashing around the room as Angel took it all in silently. There was a 360 stage in the center of the room, with rotating mirrors in the center. The girls would go downstairs to the dressing room, then come up behind the mirrors, and rotate them in order to stand on stage. It was a bit more elaborate than the stage Angel was used to dancing at the PD club. There were multiple bars, scattered throughout the room, along with tables and VIP booths. There were six hanging beds, that extended from the ceiling, where clients could pay for a prostitute and do the deed right there in the middle of the room, with only a sheer canopy around the bed to block the view. Along a far wall was another stage, where girls were being led, ...
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