The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014

The Devil’s Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident
The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter Four: My Boyfriend is a Pimp

Note: This takes place a two a half weeks after the Best Buy Incident, following Jessie Smith.

Monday, June 17th, 2013 – Jessie Smith

It had been a little more than a week since I quit my job so Kevin, my boyfriend, and I could found our ‘escort’ company, Divine Escorts. Our motto—the prettiest girls to keep you happy. I was the only pretty girl, for now, and things were going great. Kevin was right, we were making far more money going into business for ourselves. Why should I use my tight snatch to satisfy Best Buy’s customers? Many of the men that I satisfied in the bathroom were eager for another taste of my snatch, becoming the basis for our business. Then Kevin had the great idea to offer discounts to clients for referrals, and now my cunt was getting quite the workout.

“This is the last client for the afternoon,” Kevin said as he pulled up to the brown house in Sumner, a small town east of Puyallup along Highway 410. He bent over and gave me a kiss. “You’re gonna blow him away, Jessie.”

I giggled, “You know I will.” I checked my makeup one last time in the passenger visor-mirror, gave Kevin one last kiss, and slid out of his new Honda CRV.

It was a flashy car, and quite expensive, but we were raking in the dough, and we did need a car. My boyfriend had changed a lot since he found out just how dedicated to customer service I was; he became more assertive, more commanding with me.

He was my pimp, and my boyfriend.

“You look hot,” he called out as I walked away. I wore a tight, purple miniskirt and a matching halter-top. The push-up bra made my breasts seem nice and round in the low-cut top. I smiled at Kevin’s comment, and swayed my ass to give him a sexy view as I walked to the door.

I rang the doorbell. Hanging on the door was a carved, wooden sign that read: “Philips Residence,” and underneath, “Eric + Beth,” surrounded by a heart. A pang of guilt fluttered about my heart; I didn’t know the client was married. I guess that’s not my problem. If Beth didn’t want to keep her husband satisfied, well, that’s what our business was all about.

The door opened and a handsome, muscular man stood there. His hazel eyes glinted with nervousness, and he rubbed at his short, black hair. He wore a wife-beater, showing off his muscular arms and hairy chest, and a pair of gray sweatpants. I smiled, seeing the bulge forming in his crotch as his eyes took me in.

“Hi, I’m from Divine Escorts,” I smiled, toying with my hair and bouncing on the balls of my feet to let my boobs jiggle.

“Come in, I guess,” he said, nervously. Eric was a referral, and clearly was nervous about hiring a whore for the first time.

“I’m Jessie,” I said as bright and bubbly as I could, walking past him into the living room.

“Um, I’m Eric,” he said; I could feel his eyes on my ass.

I looked around the neat living room – a mauve couch draped with a crochet dolly, a shelf full of Hummel figurines, a glass coffee table on which rested a single book – and noticed a hallway leading deeper into the house, to the bedrooms. I started crossing the living room, heading for the hallway, when I realized he was still at the door. Heading back, I grabbed his hand, letting my fingers gently stroke him, and said, “C’mon.”

“I’ve never done this before,” he muttered as I pulled him across the living room. “Um, well, it’s just my wife hasn’t seemed interested in sex lately. She just hasn’t seemed the same since we went car shopping.”

“Ohh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I purred as we entered his bedroom. Clean, neat. Matching, dark furniture; cream comforter with small, pink flowers; pillows in lacy cases; a woman’s hairbrush resting on a nightstand next to a thin, brass lamp.

I reached down and boldly stroked his cock. “Let me take care of everything your wife’s been neglecting. If you have the money.”

He flushed. “Right.” He pulled out a wad of twenties.

There were five bills I saw, and slipped the money into my purse. “What would you like to do, Eric?”

“Um…I…eh…well,” he stammered.

I pushed him gently down onto the bed, knelt before him, and pulled off his sweatpants, exposing a small cock. Well, they can’t all be the size of Kevin’s, I thought, as I ran my tongue up the length of the shaft, flicking my tongue across the tip.