This is the second part of "Working For My Pimp Ch 01". I have changed to the third person this time, in the hope this will please a broader readership. Again if you do not like a story about a prostitute, please do not read. All the characters are imaginary and are NOT minors. Please continue with your feedback - positive criticism always welcomed.
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Claudia hurriedly smoothed down her short skirt and watched as Charles grinned at her embarrassment. Almost immediately four young men burst into the kitchen.
"Hi, dad" one of them said, a young good looking quite tall athletic man of 18, dressed in the uniform clothes of teenagers, jeans and t-shirt. His neatly cut brown hair and sparkling brown eyes set off a handsome, smiling face. His eyes roamed Claudia's body appreciatively as her eyes turned to see a medium size, slightly tubby black haired young man who grinned nervously to see the "maid", ready and waiting to serve them a meal and more. Another was a tall, lanky West Indian, who gave a broad grin, revealing well cared for white teeth, contrasting starkly with the darkness of his skin. His hair was long and rather unkempt hanging in dreadlocks like John Butler. He looked her over appreciatively, taking in her outfit and his eyes resting for a time on her cleavage and down to her legs. The fourth newcomer smiled at her, but it was not of friendliness, but of superiority, of knowledge that she was there to serve and please and that he was going to make sure he had his fun. He had cropped fair hair and piercing blue eyes, his face unshaven for about three days, stubbly and chiselled. Unlike the other two he wore beige jeans of a softer fabric and already Claudia could see there was a definite bulge in his crotch.
"How did the team do, son?" Charles asked as his son wiped his brow and looked towards the heavens.
"Fucking lost!" said the skinhead looking furious and very aggressively at Claudia.
"Well, this is Claudia, guys. She is here to serve you and give you a good time this evening and take your mind of your team's defeat. She is not just a maid, but has been cooking you a meal which she will be serving along with drinks soon. Claudia, this is Jo, my son, whose 18th birthday was yesterday. His friends, Jake.."
the tubby youth nodded and ogled her breasts, "Deven.,"
the West Indian smiled broadly and hungrily at her,
"and Mike." The skinhead grinned and lifted up Claudia's short skirt revealing her nakedness underneath.
"Now that's what I call a cunt calling out for cock," he laughed crudely, licking his lips.
"Fuck, is that your dad's whore?" Jake gasped, his eyes riveted to her shaved mound.
Jo looked on proudly as Charles continued softly, "Yes she is. She will make sure you all have a good time and be obedient and attentive. She is here to serve and entertain and help you all celebrate Jo's birthday. After all he has become a man like the rest of you and men have certain needs and desires which need catering for, don't they, bitch?" he said, turning to Claudia and kissing her full on the lips. He broke the kiss as she felt a finger sliding into her womanhood and her body twitched.
"I see you will be well appreciated this evening." Charles smiled at her.
Mike pulled his finger and examined it in the air.