Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 18:13:11 PDT
From: claudette boite <cboite@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Last Job

My Last Job
By Claudette Boite

As I walked up the steps, I paused, and took a deep breath. Don't worry 
Roza. After this job, you won't need to degrade yourself anymore. 
You'll have enough money for your courses. After completing those, it's 
only going to be good things from there.

I lit a cigarette, straightened my short skin-tight black shiny vinyl 
skirt, and took a second to push up my luscious breasts, creating 
cleavage with my black velvet boustier which accentuated my small 
waist. As I presses on the `up' elevator button, I kept on reminding 
myself, don't worry, this is the last time, the last time I will have 
to sell my body.

In the elevator mirror, I checked my make-up, re-applying my lipstick, 
and mussing up my long, red hair. Sighing, I turned away from my 
mirror-image. Everyone had such high expectations for me. With my 5'8" 
physique, long red hair, deep blue eyes, cute little nose, and curvy 
figure with measurements of 34D-23-35, my mom thought that I would 
always be the beauty of the small town of Clearview. Little did she 
know, that I would move to the big city, in hope of getting a better 
education, having more choices, and then ending up a high-priced whore. 
Mom thinks I am working in a grocery store, doing fine with my courses. 
Now, 23, I finally believe that I can stop this way of life and 
continue with how I believe everything was supposed to happen.

As I got off at the fifth floor, and walked over to room 518 of this 
ritzy apartment building, I put on a sexy smile, knocked on the door, 
and got ready to make some money.

As the door opened, surprisingly enough, a young WOMAN, about 26 years 
old, answered the door. Not only was it surprising that it was a woman, 
this woman was also gorgeous! Tall and lean, she had shoulder-length 
dark wavy curls, big green eyes surrounded by long lashes, a small 
upturned nose, and soft sensuous lips. This woman made a beautiful 
sight standing in a deep purple satin robe.

"Did you call 555-6969? Are you Sam Winslow?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yes, that's me." Sam replied. "It's really Samantha. But, if I wanted 
them to send me one of their best women, I had to shorten it to the 
male equivalent, Sam."

"But, why a whore? You're very pretty." I said.

"Oh, this job of yours has nothing to do with me. I specifically 
requested to have you Roza." Sam said in response.

"Waaaiit! How do you know my name? How did you know where to find me?" I 
said angrily.

"Ssssh, Roza. Does Robert Winslow from Clearview ring a bell?"

"Only one of the richest men in town!" I said, finally understanding. 
"Samantha...you must be...his...?"

"Daughter. I've seen you around town a lot. Who couldn't notice the beautiful
Roza?" She asked. "Anyways, I've been looking for you for a while."

"Why? Why I am I of any importance to you?"

"Because..." Samantha looked troubled. "How can I say this? Better to show 
with actions than with words..." She muttered.

And with that last word she leaned towards me. She pressed her soft, full 
lips onto mine, slowly parting my lips and entering my mouth with her sly
tongue. As she raped my mouth, I moved us back towards her cold, leather 
couch. Sam stopped for a sec, taking off my boustier, letting my big breasts
fall free, which she then paid careful attention to, nibbling and sucking 
them as I moaned under her.

I, wanting to get into the action myself, undid the straps of her robe. As 
the satiny purple material fell to the floor, I gazed mesmerized. Her 
breasts, smaller than mine, approximately a C-cup, had silver rings through
each nipple. Her shaved pussy looked soft, but moist. I've never been
interested in girls before, but I could feel my pussy juice warming my legs.

This time I got on top of her, ready to do my "job". But, this time was 
different from the other times in two ways: 1) the client was a girl, and 
2) I was actually sexually attracted to her.

I began kissing her neck, trailing down to the valley between her 
beautiful breasts. I then trailed lightly around her nipple, making a wet
spiral path to the centre of her breast. As I reached her nipple, already
protruding, I started to suck her nipple, as my hand squeezed her other 
nipple, pulling on the jewellery. As I sucked her nippled, I began to pull on
it, grazing my teeth along it, making her moan underneath me. I then switched
to her other nipple, this time tugging with my teeth on the ring, sometimes 
licking her nipple teasingly with my tongue. As I did this, my hand made a
tickling line down to her pussy, where I, glad to already feel wetness, began
to caress it.

As Samantha began to move her hips to try to get me to touch her clit, I 
decided it was time to stop with her mesmerizing tits and begin to really 
show her why I was so high priced. I, following in my fingers path, trailed 
my tongue down to her pussy. As I led my tongue down the length of her slit,
Sam kept raising her hips, wanting me to push my tongue farther in. Placing
both of my hands onto her tight butt, she opened her legs for me to place my 
mouth closer to her aching pussy. 

I started to langoriously suck and lick her pussy lips, teasing her clit by
sometimes lightly touching it with my tongue or grazing my teeth along it.
Her movement of her hips were starting to go in short spasms, and I knew it 
was time. I quickly, at the same time, inserted two fingers up her ass as I
darted my tongue into the concaves of her pussy. As I scoured both her ass 
and pussy at the same time, she arched her back, getting ready to pour her 
juices into my waiting mouth. I quickly took one of my hands and with a 
finger, tweaked her clit. This was the climax. As she shreiked and bucked 
in ecstasy, I found out, surprisingly enough that she was a spurter. She
then proceeded to spurt her come into my mouth, leaving some on my lips. 
As I swallowed her tangy juice, I moved upwards, placing my lips on hers. 
She gave me a long, tired kiss licking up some of her own juices in the
meanwhile.

As I got up, straightening my now wet, vinyl skirt, I went searchingly to the
couch, to get my boustier.

"Wait...where do you think you're going?" Samantha asked, moving her luscious 
body off the couch. "I didn't just hire private investigators to find you for 
you to pleasure me, honey. I want you." She emphasized the last sentence.

"Huh?"

"Yes, you. Look, I've got money, a good job, and I'm not at all bad looking."
Sam said. "I want you. Didn't you have fun just now?"

I nodded.

"I need a slave. I'm sure you can be very submissive. You'll be treated very
well-as long as you behave. You'll get everything you desire, as long as you
follow my guidelines. How's that?" Sam asked, in a more authoritative tone.

"Everything?" I asked, thinking of luxury, all of the things I've ever 
wanted. <It couldn't be too hard,> I thought. <She's beautiful. 
How hard could it be doing her every whim?> I grinned. "Okay."

"Okay...Mistress Samantha." She stated.

"Mistress Samantha." I liked the ring of that. It sounded better than 
the raunchy names some of the 'johns' called me.

Yes, this is the story of my last job. My last job as a whore. This was just 
the beginning of a life with my beloved Mistress, Samantha. And, laughingly,
it all began in a small town called Clearview.

THE END