Mandy hated this job. Every Monday morning she had to attend a 9:00am meeting at the client site in Detroit. This meant flying in from Boston the previous night, leaving her ****** and ruining her Sunday. To make matters worse, last Friday's storm stranded her in Detroit airport till 9pm. She did not get home until after midnight.
There would have been some comfort if the client office had been somewhere interesting, but Southfield MI was a wasteland. Boring suburbia to which the white middle class had fled in the 1950s, when the city center became too dangerous.
Robert was her regular limo driver. Of indeterminate age, with polite Texan manners, he had none of the innocence Mandy normally associated with southerners. Mandy suspected that Robert had been ?around?. The hotel had recommended him and Mandy appreciated his reliability. Cabs were notoriously grubby and unreliable in this city.
It was more than one hour's drive from the airport to Southfield and Mandy always found herself chatting with Robert the whole time. Mandy suspected that in his polite way, Robert was testing her limits. Today, the topic of conversation had moved from politics in Canada (just across the river from Detroit), to bootleg liquor, to Canadian strip clubs; reputed to be some of the ?wildest? in the western world.
Mandy was fascinated by these clubs but could not imagine how she would ever get to explore them. Going alone was not an option she would contemplate. Transport was another problem. Mandy was not prepared to give up however. Who knows when she would ever be this close again? She would never willingly return to this awful city and such an excursion would amount to the singular highlight of this whole project.
There was only one option. ?Robert. I'm curious to see inside one of these places. Would you escort me to one? All expenses paid of course!?
Robert looked at her carefully through the rear view mirror. ?It's no place for a lady you know. While most of the men are very well behaved, there is always ?one?. The women can be a worry too; especially if they think you might be a ?princess? type ... kinda looking down on them.?
?Wouldn't it be safe if you were with me?? said Mandy.
?Safer. Yes. But I don't care if you are the client, you would have to promise to follow every order. No questions asked.? said Robert.
?I promise!? The words left Mandy's mouth before she had a chance to fully think through the implications. Next thing she knew, Mandy was standing in the hotel foyer with an appointment arranged for that night.
* * *
That night, as the Lincoln Town Car passed through the tunnel separating the US from Canada, Mandy felt a chill of anticipation. Or was it cold? Her favorite clubbing top, brief and braless, was no protection from the wind. Nor was her short clingy skirt. But that was what Robert had demanded she wear ? and a powerful sense of command in his voice has completely overcome any reservations she may have had.
Car parked. Entry fee paid. Seated on couch. Drink to calm the nerves. Vodka Gimlet. Warmth! Another Gimlet. Robert held a scotch, no ice.
At first the place was so dark that Mandy could barely see, but as her eyes adjusted she noticed that all the men were staring at the action on the podium, not at her. That was a relief ? or was it?
After her fourth Gimlet, Mandy was more than ready to be chatty with a dancer that had introduced herself as ?Roxy?. While charming, Roxy was the most plastic creature Mandy had ever seen. Roxy's hair, breasts, nails and tan were all extravagantly fake. Towering heels defied the laws of physics. Every visible portion of skin (and there was a lot!) was rigorously plucked, exfoliated and gleamed with glitter. Roxy introduced her French-Canadian friend Emma. Now that was more like it! One look into Emma's intense Gallic eyes with their sculpted brows and perfect cheekbones and Mandy was in love.
She eagerly accepted Robert's suggestion that the four retire to a booth for a personal show. The booths were of tinted glass and quite private. Mandy could make out shadows and silhouettes in other booths.
Robert had the girls put on a lesbian show, but this was more than just show. Mandy could see traces of saliva on Roxy's nipple after Emma had licked it. Roxy's finger traced Emma's slit and came out glistening with wetness.
Turning to their guests, Emma and Roxy began the second phase of their show. Emma ran her soft cheek across Mandy's. Straddling her lap, Emma dragged her nipple across Mandy's lips where it was nibbled enthusiastically. In return, Emma slid her hand inside Mandy's blouse, stroking her nipple in a way that left Mandy with goose bumps.
Mandy was getting very aroused. Emma was now standing and grinding her lower thigh into Mandy's soaking crotch. ?Who's a wet little girl?? she said. Without answering, Mandy slowly stroked Emma's hips and sighed.
Next to her, Roxy had taken Robert's prick out of his trousers and stroked it to full erection. Circumcised, it stood tall, pink and clean against the backdrop of his blue trousers. Emma noticed Mandy's sudden interest and chose that moment to slide her fingers inside Mandy's panties to gently stroke her clit.
Her moans caused Roxy to look up. Without speaking Roxy pulled Mandy's head down to Robert's lap. Mandy could have fought this but she did not. She eagerly devoured Robert's member while Emma inserted 2 fingers deep inside Mandy's pussy.
Mandy was now out of control. She got to her knees on the couch and vigorously worked Robert's penis. Behind her, Emma was holding apart Mandy's ass cheeks and furiously thrusting two fingers into her vagina. She would either cum or explode. In the end she did both.
When she came to her senses, Robert's cum was sticking to her face and the girls were dressing. At Robert's instruction she gave them $100 each.
As they left the booth, Mandy was shocked to find that she had an audience. Five black men, dressed like ghetto rappers were snickering and making ribald comments. One, flashing a sleazy gold-toothed smile, even took out his penis and suggested that Mandy continue her performance on him.
It was huge, black and angry looking. Mandy was scared but at the same time mesmerized. Robert rescued her by saying: ?I don't think you can afford her boys!? Now she understood why he made her dress like that.
After a visit to the bathroom, they were out in the cold night air. As if nothing had happened, Robert opened the passenger door of the limo and Mandy took her place in the rear passenger seat.
The sight of that that angry penis still haunted Mandy. Her initial fear had passed and now her pussy was getting so wet that it was likely to stain the back of her skirt. She asked Robert if they could stop at a 7-11 to buy face wipes.
Intrigued by her mood, Robert asked if the ghetto rats had frightened her. Mandy answered in the affirmative.
?Do you wish you had taken them up on their offer?? asked Robert.
Again Mandy answered in the affirmative.
Robert came to a halt outside a convenience store and pulled up the parking brake. ?Well you go in and buy the things you need and I will make a call.?
To be continued
There would have been some comfort if the client office had been somewhere interesting, but Southfield MI was a wasteland. Boring suburbia to which the white middle class had fled in the 1950s, when the city center became too dangerous.
Robert was her regular limo driver. Of indeterminate age, with polite Texan manners, he had none of the innocence Mandy normally associated with southerners. Mandy suspected that Robert had been ?around?. The hotel had recommended him and Mandy appreciated his reliability. Cabs were notoriously grubby and unreliable in this city.
It was more than one hour's drive from the airport to Southfield and Mandy always found herself chatting with Robert the whole time. Mandy suspected that in his polite way, Robert was testing her limits. Today, the topic of conversation had moved from politics in Canada (just across the river from Detroit), to bootleg liquor, to Canadian strip clubs; reputed to be some of the ?wildest? in the western world.
Mandy was fascinated by these clubs but could not imagine how she would ever get to explore them. Going alone was not an option she would contemplate. Transport was another problem. Mandy was not prepared to give up however. Who knows when she would ever be this close again? She would never willingly return to this awful city and such an excursion would amount to the singular highlight of this whole project.
There was only one option. ?Robert. I'm curious to see inside one of these places. Would you escort me to one? All expenses paid of course!?
Robert looked at her carefully through the rear view mirror. ?It's no place for a lady you know. While most of the men are very well behaved, there is always ?one?. The women can be a worry too; especially if they think you might be a ?princess? type ... kinda looking down on them.?
?Wouldn't it be safe if you were with me?? said Mandy.
?Safer. Yes. But I don't care if you are the client, you would have to promise to follow every order. No questions asked.? said Robert.
?I promise!? The words left Mandy's mouth before she had a chance to fully think through the implications. Next thing she knew, Mandy was standing in the hotel foyer with an appointment arranged for that night.
* * *
That night, as the Lincoln Town Car passed through the tunnel separating the US from Canada, Mandy felt a chill of anticipation. Or was it cold? Her favorite clubbing top, brief and braless, was no protection from the wind. Nor was her short clingy skirt. But that was what Robert had demanded she wear ? and a powerful sense of command in his voice has completely overcome any reservations she may have had.
Car parked. Entry fee paid. Seated on couch. Drink to calm the nerves. Vodka Gimlet. Warmth! Another Gimlet. Robert held a scotch, no ice.
At first the place was so dark that Mandy could barely see, but as her eyes adjusted she noticed that all the men were staring at the action on the podium, not at her. That was a relief ? or was it?
After her fourth Gimlet, Mandy was more than ready to be chatty with a dancer that had introduced herself as ?Roxy?. While charming, Roxy was the most plastic creature Mandy had ever seen. Roxy's hair, breasts, nails and tan were all extravagantly fake. Towering heels defied the laws of physics. Every visible portion of skin (and there was a lot!) was rigorously plucked, exfoliated and gleamed with glitter. Roxy introduced her French-Canadian friend Emma. Now that was more like it! One look into Emma's intense Gallic eyes with their sculpted brows and perfect cheekbones and Mandy was in love.
She eagerly accepted Robert's suggestion that the four retire to a booth for a personal show. The booths were of tinted glass and quite private. Mandy could make out shadows and silhouettes in other booths.
Robert had the girls put on a lesbian show, but this was more than just show. Mandy could see traces of saliva on Roxy's nipple after Emma had licked it. Roxy's finger traced Emma's slit and came out glistening with wetness.
Turning to their guests, Emma and Roxy began the second phase of their show. Emma ran her soft cheek across Mandy's. Straddling her lap, Emma dragged her nipple across Mandy's lips where it was nibbled enthusiastically. In return, Emma slid her hand inside Mandy's blouse, stroking her nipple in a way that left Mandy with goose bumps.
Mandy was getting very aroused. Emma was now standing and grinding her lower thigh into Mandy's soaking crotch. ?Who's a wet little girl?? she said. Without answering, Mandy slowly stroked Emma's hips and sighed.
Next to her, Roxy had taken Robert's prick out of his trousers and stroked it to full erection. Circumcised, it stood tall, pink and clean against the backdrop of his blue trousers. Emma noticed Mandy's sudden interest and chose that moment to slide her fingers inside Mandy's panties to gently stroke her clit.
Her moans caused Roxy to look up. Without speaking Roxy pulled Mandy's head down to Robert's lap. Mandy could have fought this but she did not. She eagerly devoured Robert's member while Emma inserted 2 fingers deep inside Mandy's pussy.
Mandy was now out of control. She got to her knees on the couch and vigorously worked Robert's penis. Behind her, Emma was holding apart Mandy's ass cheeks and furiously thrusting two fingers into her vagina. She would either cum or explode. In the end she did both.
When she came to her senses, Robert's cum was sticking to her face and the girls were dressing. At Robert's instruction she gave them $100 each.
As they left the booth, Mandy was shocked to find that she had an audience. Five black men, dressed like ghetto rappers were snickering and making ribald comments. One, flashing a sleazy gold-toothed smile, even took out his penis and suggested that Mandy continue her performance on him.
It was huge, black and angry looking. Mandy was scared but at the same time mesmerized. Robert rescued her by saying: ?I don't think you can afford her boys!? Now she understood why he made her dress like that.
After a visit to the bathroom, they were out in the cold night air. As if nothing had happened, Robert opened the passenger door of the limo and Mandy took her place in the rear passenger seat.
The sight of that that angry penis still haunted Mandy. Her initial fear had passed and now her pussy was getting so wet that it was likely to stain the back of her skirt. She asked Robert if they could stop at a 7-11 to buy face wipes.
Intrigued by her mood, Robert asked if the ghetto rats had frightened her. Mandy answered in the affirmative.
?Do you wish you had taken them up on their offer?? asked Robert.
Again Mandy answered in the affirmative.
Robert came to a halt outside a convenience store and pulled up the parking brake. ?Well you go in and buy the things you need and I will make a call.?
To be continued
