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As Alan licked Jill's pussy and put his tongue in his wife, he realised something was wrong down there. He was left in no doubt as to what that was, when she opened her purse, which was next to her on the sofa and put a wad of notes on her stomach just above her pubic hair line, right in front of his face.
"Do you see that Alan?" she asked.
"That is all the money that men on the street gave me, to let them fuck me and shoot their filth in my pussy. The very filth you are eating out of me now."
Alan jerked back and glared at her.
"What did you say?" he growled through gritted teeth, "You dirty fucking whore." Alan shouted as he spat out whatever had come from this dirty bitch's cunt.
Jill was in no mood to take shit from this no good, lying, cheating, useless piece of crap that she called her husband.
"You heard me asshole, you are eating cum dumped in me, by dirty punters I picked up off the street," she taunted.
"I have been fucking men non-stop for two days, and loving every inch banged into me and every drop of cum they dumped into me," she lied.
Alan made to move towards her menacingly.
"Listen, you bastard, if you lay one finger on me, two things will happen. I will go straight to a lawyer and the police and have you investigated for anything I can get you with. Fraud, negligence, misappropriation of funds whatever sticks."
Without pausing Jill continued.
"The second thing I will do is bring my rather violent pimp round here and he will put you in the hospital for a year," The lies coming thick and fast now.
"That's right asshole, I have a pimp, and he is a massive black guy who has first go on all the girls he runs, Jill sneered. He fucked me three times before any punter got near me, just to break me in and make sure that me and my body were good enough, and up to the task, if you know what I mean," Jill winked.
"I want you out of this house in thirty minutes, and if I ever see your lousy, rotten, stinking face again, I will take a hammer to it," she promised.
That was six months ago. Alan had left Jill, the house and the business. He was history.
In those months Jill had run the business in the way it should be. She was not in debt (especially not in hock to a loan shark) and she was making money, but the bastard wanted his share of the house and was starting to see solicitors to make a compulsory sale, or to receive his share. Jill could not even contemplate giving up her house, she loved it there and had sleepless nights trying to think of ways to get the asshole (she never referred to him by name anymore) paid off and out of her life.
Through threats of legal action over how he had misappropriated the businesses funds etc, they had come to a compromise over how much he was willing to settle for. It was a much better proposition for Jill, but she still had to come up with the money somehow. Now trading on a profitable basis, meant she could re-mortgage the house to raise most of the money. However she was still a few thousand short.
She couldn't believe that she could be in the same predicament twice, she needed quick money. Jill considered all her options, and found she hadn't got many. All the time the obvious thought would not go away,
She couldn't possibly contemplate THAT could she?
Fate took a hand.
One summer's day she was in the park with her daughter Alison and her grandchildren. As Jill watched them play, she was approached by a man. He was in his thirties and quite reasonably presented.
"Excuse me Ms, you don't know me, but do you think I could have a quick word with you please?"
Jill didn't know the man, but in the park in the middle of the day seemed safe enough, and Alison was leading the children towards the slides so she knew they would be awhile.
"What can I do for you?" Jill asked.
"Well..." he hesitated,
"I saw you at work one night with Jarrod and his crew, and I thought I might have a word with you."
"Oh Jesus no," Jill thought.
"Here comes the blackmail, I knew this was bound to happen. Here comes the demand for money, or worse still, for sexual favours."
"I would like to put a business proposition to you if I may," the man continued.
"I provide services for discerning clients, and wondered if you would be interested in helping me provide them, with what it is they require."
"You mean you are a pimp and you are looking for working girls," stated Jill.
"Well yes and no, I do operate girls, but I'm not a pimp as you know it. Permit me to explain. A lot of men just want a quickie, and use a street girl, as you well know. I have several clients however who want a bit more than that."
"You mean like an escort girl?" asked Jill.
"Well sort of, but more like a niche market, where different preferences are satisfied." he said.
Jill bristled.
"Look I don't know what you take me for, or what makes you think a woman like me would be interested in that sort of thing......," she said indignantly (and not a little hypocritically).
"You mean the sort of woman that does black gangbangs?" countered the man. Listen lady, if you need to make good money, and not the cheap trick variety, here's my card," He handed her his business card.
"If you don't fine, no harm done. But just one thing before you go, let's be honest, you aren't good enough, young enough or attractive enough, to get by hustling against those girls. Find yourself a niche with me and you will do well."
Jill managed to keep her calm and whispered,
"Those days were the worst of my life, a nightmare of debasement and degradation that still keeps me awake at night. I was forced to do it, so if you think I am going to chose to do it, so casually you are crazy."
"That was on the streets Mrs, he stated blandly. Consider this, if you went out with a man one night, for dinner or entertainment etc, you might consider sleeping with him yes?"
"Not as though it's any of your business, but I suppose so yes," Jill replied.
"Then why not do the same thing only earn well from it?" he asked holding his hands open in a questioning gesture. Go out with a guy and have some fun, and let him pay good money for your company."
Jill took his card and they parted. Several months later Jill was getting even closer to the pay off date agreed between the solicitors.
She had to DO something.
"Please God don't let me have to go back to THAT."
