She had never been ambivalent about her feelings towards masculinity. She Loved it, wanted it, searched for it and was always on the lookout. At her age and with her seductive 40-36-38 short body She had always experienced being a sexual magnet to men. All men. Old, young it didn't matter, wherever she traveled it was the same constant ogling, mostly at her ample breasts. Maybe if she was taller she thought it would be different. As much as she liked it she also at times hated her attractive qualities as it sometimes was like warding off flies. It was Quantity over quality with men in her life, at times putting her in atrocious situations with men who didn't understand the meaning of "NO". When things got heated she did her best and attempted to just shrug off their sometimes physical atrocious behavior. She had to keep those occasions to herself knowing in peoples minds SHE would always be the cause. Not the animalistic idiots who couldn't control themselves around her.
Occasionally when looking at her nude body just out of the shower she did have a vicarious understanding of why men reacted the way they did. Strawberry blonde. 5-5", real 40D breasts that were perfect with huge pink circular nipples, an accentuated rear, with a tapered waist and nice full lips and wide set stunning blue jewels for eyes and exquisite silky skin, no tattoos or piercings . She understood the attraction. She just wanted to find a male counterpart that had some class, restraint and discipline when it came to her sexuality and her necessary male shit tests. Did he even exist? She had always encountered what seemed like men boys that she would appease to be nice. But was always on the look out for HIM. If she did happen to come across someone she initially thought would meet her standards they ultimately and eventually failed her perfected controlling tests trying to find the guy that would tell her to "shut the fuck up" and wouldn't only be focused on having sex with her all the time. She wanted someone to put her in her place.
e completely enjoyed being sexually desired as it turned her on, often having fantasies of men craving her voluptuous body. But what really turned her on was finding the man that would complete her in every way. She had often read that the most feminine women attracted and should be with the most masculine men. "Where was he?", she thought. She always enjoyed the company of her girlfriends which even though she shared some things about herself, she didn't DARE share everything about her secret desires not wanting the obvious judgement she knew she would get from them.
One day at a luncheon her friend Mary had brought along a friend, a Cassandra jones who was the owner of a new 21st century sexual franchise concept in Kankakee. It was very simple in nature. Women who had great bodies would be paid to dawn realistic Marilyn Monroe masks and dance nude in front of men with an inch thick plexiglass wall in front of them. "Sorry gals no flat chests allowed" Joanne said looking at Mary and then both laughing. "No problem Jo jo" Mary said. She was a gude sport and the gurls like her. That's why they got together with her.
The masks prevented any identification and the inch thick plexiglass made any physical threat impossible. There was also a emergency button in the event the men did anything stooped, which had been know to happen due to the crazed sexual frenzy they sometimes got into. One client brought a knife and cut his balls off in front of his girl while she was dancing. She actually loved it and remained seems she was abused as a little gurl". Basically verbal threats to the women. The men were allowed to do anything in front of the women. Masturbate, piss, spit, evacuate. The rooms were equipped with special water jets and chemical sprayers that thoroughly washed the room after each performance. With huge drains. She laughed, "its basically like a toilet youre in front of".
Jean listened with more intent when the pay plan was discussed. The men were charged $1000.00 for 20 minutes increments and could freely tip the girls. The girls could provide their own music and toys to entice the men to tip them. The funds were split 50/50 with the girls so they would make $500 per session. Jean was blown away at the prospect of it all and immediately spoke up. Laughing while saying, "Joanne have you got any openings available?". Still chuckling as she asked. All of the girls looked at Jean and all chimed in how perfect she would be and how much she would obvsiously make with her body." "why yes Jean as a matter of fact I have more men then girls tonight if you can find the time. It would be a great help. How about 9pm?". Does that work for you?
"Well I have some good music and toys I can bring , its only for 20 minutes. I know how to dance. I am a little nervous, but Hell yes I will be there at 8:55pm. ;gawd that's great, youre a life safer jean Thanks. See you tonight. "oh wait Joanne, what should I expect from the men?" Joanne laughed and said, uh, Really Jean?" Use your imagination. "I only require two shifts on the first night to get a hang of it and after that, its up to how much energy you have and money you want to make. The sky is the limit, literally". Just park out back and ring the backdoor bell. I have a Giant Door man out back to escort the ladies to their cars. Unfortunately youre on your own once youre in your cars. I recommend from past experience you buy a can of mace and program your phone to 911. And get a nice home security system. Jean was excited to get started, she needed the money and most importantly this happened to be a huge fantasy of hers so it all fit. She went home put her toys in a large gym bag and decided to just wear a sexy pair of panties easy removal black bra and a comfy throw over. "5 hours to show time", she thought. She was very tired so she made a quick baloney and cheese sammich ice tea, nervously ate it and then fell asleep.
Jean awoke at 8:00pm, got dressed, googled the corporate company red light district online and read more about the program. She couldn't believe how much some of the gurls were making --500k a year. Some of the girls comments said it was way to gross sometimes for them. "Lightweights",. Jean thought. She got her keys , tiger print purse, cell phone locked the house door and got into her black 500C Mercedes. She turned the music on and blasted all the way to Joannes Red light district franchise of KanKakee south of Chicago. Obviously a destination stop. Jean lived in Gary so it was a bit of a haul. She rolled up right on time 8:55pm parked out back, got out with gym bag in hand. Heart pounding and rang the conspicuous door bell. A black thick door quickly opened and a huge tall Bald man said "Hey jean, weve been waiting for ya, welcome". Jean was pleasantly surprised as his voice and energy seemed like a teddy bear to her. "This is awesome" she thought. "My name is andy". "Hello andy my name is Jean, nice to meet you"/. We are here to escort you to your car each night". "well Andy I appreciate that Sir". "No problem jean, Jo pays well, right through that hall and jo's office on the left.
ean walked on down a brightly lite hallway and heard music. She turned and looked into Joanne's office as the two of them came face to face. "Ok girl, two minutes you ready, lets go." Joanne rushed her a few feet up another hall while pointing out the ladies room and kitchen as they passed them. They came to another black door with heavy locks. Joanne swiped a door key and handed It to Jean as the door handle light turned green and buzzed. "this is for you" joanne said as she handed the key to jean, have fun. She opened the door and pointed out the obvious, it was a small room with a curtain separating from going on stage. Jean entered and stepped up to the curtain and peeked through. "You already have a customer, his name is Richard Dingo. There is an emergency phone back behind the curtain if you need to call me. The dvd player is right here. Put your Marilyn Monroe mask on, Give me your music I will put it in and you go meet Richard. Remember 20 minutes and "JEAN"... Joanne paused...and smiled- "Time goes really QUICK, so keep an eye on the cock", she laughed, "now go have fun and make some money".
Jean quickly pulled her throw over off put her mask on and a pair of heels and strutted out from behind the curtain. She saw there was a chair to the left of the room. As she looked out to Richard the glare was annoying to her at first but then things became clearer. The opposing audience room was very small about 10feet wide and five feet long with one wooden chair for the client to sit in. There sat a smiling Richard Dingo. He already had his average sized slimy looking cock out and was coaxing it. "Oh my Richard, are you waiting for me". "Yes bitch, you fucking cunt, get out here and earn your fucking money NOW.. Show me your pussy". Jean IMMEDIATELY got the picture and the flavor of what it was going to be like. She grabbed the chair and sat right in front of Richard behind the plexiglass separating them.
Jean spread her legs exposing her glistening pussy. She had to admit as gross as it seemed she was turned on more and more as she saw Richards response to her presence. She watched as he furiously beat his expanding prick. She stroked her pussy, occasionally dripping saliva on it and rubbing it in. While making ewwwws and ahhhhhhs "you like that big man?" Richard continued with explicit sexual phrases, as jean continued to rub her vagina and then started rubbing her nipples and licking them. "You fucking bitch come fuck me now. Let me fist your asshole". Jean said nothing. Their was a clock on the wall behind Richard and Jean was STUNNED as she saw that there was only 5 minutes left. "lets go Richard, youve only got five more minutes hun, are you gonna cum back tomorrow"? "Always be selling" she thought. "shut up you cunt im almost there.. Silence as the two of them continued to work their private parts. Jean was actually close to cumming as Richard suddenly stood with only one minute left to go and heavily ejaculated all over the plexiglass. "Lick it off bitch, lick it off".
Jean got off of her chair and pretended she was licking Richards Cum from the window. "Oh hell yes girl, youre good, I will be back for sure". Suddenly Jean heard a loud booming recorded voice, the loudness was comical. She started chuckling thinking about what a genius Joanne was. The voice sounded like Joanne. "YOU MUST EXIT THE ROOM NOW--- THE ROOM CLEANING BEGINS IN 15 SECONDS, PLEASE EXIT NOW. 15,14,13.....Richard continued to stand as it looked like he was going to urinate and at 15 seconds, water began to forcefully spray out from the walls and with jets of suds that smelled great to jean. Richard was getting drenched and finally turned and ran out the door. Jean laughed her ass off. And walked back behind the curtain to meet Joanne. "Here ya go gurl" as Joanne handed Jean $500 dollars. "Wow, are you fucking kidding me Jo"? I love it. ok GREAT glad you enjoyed, next show is Brett Jones in five minutes. So go pee, coffee whatever.
An alarm sounded announcing show time. Jean walked through the curtain again and this time walked right up to the window and lifted her bra and started rubbing her tits against the glass. She had her eyes closed and when she opened them it was to a handsome tall slender young man about 23 years old. He looked so sad and desperate. Jean actually felt sorry for him. It got worse when she saw him working the tiniest cock she had ever seen. "OMG", while trying not to laugh. She felt so sorry for the kid she went all out. Swirling, dancing, twerking right in front of him. Towards the end of the show. She got up close on her knees and motioned him to cum on her face. Which he did. Once again Jean was totally turned on and once again. "here is your pay $500, when can you work again? I can work for you as much as you want ". Give me five days a week for two hours".
Jean was blown away. She was making money hand over fist. A month had passed and she had already made 100k dollars. The work was so exciting she came home each night and jerked herself off to release the sexual energy and lust she experienced from her customers. She had seen it all. Shitting, pissing, cussing, cumming, every vulgarity she could ever imagine and some she couldn't. she couldn't believe the behavior of the average man. Animalistic, mean, self centered, immature, gross, deplorable, heartbreaking, amoral, always the same. Plus they dressed like total shit, ripped jeans, t-shirts, shorts flip flops. It was unbelievable to her.The worst of the worst. As depressing as it was she was making a TON of money so she didn't complain.
It was a Friday night her last show about midnight. She walked out from behind the curtain and looked through the plexiglass. This time she saw an immaculately dressed tall man in a suit. Greyish hair, short cut with a manly rugged look. He exuded masculinity. "Holy shit" Jean thought. He just smiled and nodded his head toward jean and winked at her..Jean suddenly felt self conscious like NEVER before. He literally made her want to run and put her clothing back on. "WTF" jean thought, "whats going on, who is this guy?" She composed herself and began to do her routine. She looked closer and saw he was holding something. It was a shiny leash and stainless steel collar. He slowly pulled up the chair close to the window sat down and just sat smiling and swinging the leash in front of him. He did this for 5 minutes and then got up nodded and then silently worded with a very stern serious look, the words "thank you jean". And walked out. It was the longest five minutes of jeans life.
"WHO the fuck was THAT" jean asked Joanne. "I know right", Joanne replied. He is a new guy, his name is Damon Remy. Andy tells me he is the owner of the largest auto undercoating company in Detroit. Apparently its been around since the early model T days and he took over for his dad. He is Filthy Rich. Are you ready for this Jean?". He left you a $10,000 tip". Ahahahahaha...And he scheduled with you every week for the next month". Jean started weeping, first at his tip then how awesome his presence made her feel. He was the first seeming gentleman she had ever experienced in her entire life. And the location where it happened was comical to her. "THE FUCKING REDLIGHT DISTRICT?". She thought.
nother night and It was time for Damon again and Jean had plans to break him. She was going all out sex doll for him. She came out from behind the curtain and there he was standing smiling swinging that damn leash. Once again he slowly sat down, looking daper as ever, cuff links, handkerchief perfectly placed, exquisite man socks, which jean loved for some stoopid feminine reason. Again his presence gave off THE MOST incredibly powerful masculine energy. It was if he could levitate himself if he wanted to. He looked that powerful and adept to her. She pulled the chair up close. Started twerking her ample buttocks with her eyes closed actually pretending she was fucking him as she tweeked, then turned sat in the chair and started jerking off in front of him. She was going to do something she hadn't done before. She knew his routine was to only stay five minutes. She had prepped her pussy before he came on. She seductively came for him in less then five minutes..dripping from her pussy. then stuck her fingers in her pussy and licked them off then leaned forward with her Marilyin Monroe mask on, raised it just above her ample lips and expressed a kiss to him.
He just sat smiling swinging the damned leash. He whispered the words while smiling with his pearly whites. " that was sexy jean". He then looked down at his trousers, which were showing that he had a very healthy erection, he pushed down on it and smiled at her. Got up and left. "Wow", she thought. "this guy is making me CRAZY". She felt like she was getting closer and closer to him even though they had never spoken. She googled him and found out he was on Wikipedia with a long prestigious record. A business man extraordinaire, highly educated, world traveler, geologist, Formula 1 owner, owned restaurants, vineyard, casinos but yet the guy was a complete mystery. Not married.
Over the ensuing weeks the two of them evolved into pantomiming and facial expressions without using words. It was absolutely adorable to Jean, beyond words. They would sit and mimic each other back and forth. Jean would pout her lips. Damon would smile and pout his. Raised eyebrows evoked raised eyebrows. Back and forth the silent communication continued. As he continued to bring the leash and swing it in front of her. One time Jean finally worded out loud "I love you". Damon responded with the most incredible facial pantomime. He raised his eyebrows then lowered them, gave a sad look, shook his head, started tearing up and continued shaking his head. It was breaking Jeans heart. She started crying saying," NO NO Damon whats wrong?"
He just shook his head and put his finger to his lips to quiet her. Their communication was absolutely amazing, she thought. "Who does this". She couldn't believe how close she felt to a man she had, never spoke with and never met. She had done sexual things in front of him and he always just smiled approvingly and nodded at her. She completely trusted him by now. It was a complete fantasy. The time with him became her solace in life. She lived for it. She would have done it for free. She was totally in love with him. She could think of no one else throughout the day. He had captured her mind, heart, soul and spirit. She had never met anyone like him and knew she never would. She ached to be in his presence. But "what was with that damn leash'?".
A year had gone by. And jean had reduced her hours down to just accommodating Damon. She was now filthy rich. Lived in a spacious house. Was still single and thought NOTHING of looking for another man. She had her man. Even if it was just for 10 minutes a week. It was worth it to her. Even though she had never heard him, touched him, seen him nude, smelled him. She was totally faithful to his time and presence in her life. It meant everything to her. Yes it was insane to her. As it was insane for her to even think about explaining her silent love and adoration to him to others. She knew Joanne understood, because they talked about it.
"Just another night with Damon" she thought. By now she didn't even take her clothing off to be with him, she had master baited in front of him every week for about 8 months and then one night he just shook his head and gestured to put her clothing on. She still pleasured herself to him in her bed. It was an awesome fantasy.
One night Damon walked in and this time he just stood and didn't sit. He made a serious facial gesture while slowly silently saying "are you ready?" are you ready?' ready? Are you Ready jean?".. while lifting his head with such a serious look Jean yelled breaking the silence YES DAMON< IM READY...extending her arms in a pleading gesture. He swung the collar up to his hand held it looking seriously at her and gave her a come here gesture with his finger. Jean Ran out of her room Screaming JO JO JO JO....let me in with Damon JO JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO open the client door".. Joanne rushed with her to the room where damon was.
Jean had taken her clothes off and was nude accept for her panties. When Joanne opened the Door. Jean ran to Damon and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. The force of her jumping up into him. He made a spinning move with her. "I love you I love you I love you", as Jean kept kissing his face and neck going wild with. Him. He finally spoke. I love you to. Now please sit here. Jean sat down as Damon put the Collar around her neck. "Wanna be my forever pet"? Jean just looked at him, shaking her head up and down with exaggeration and then blurted out ..."YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" Her body was literally trembling uncontrollably. Jean didn't care what Damons next move was with her, After the collar was secured Damon pulled on it and gestured for her to follow. He walked out front as people were walking by. He had two security guys with him. He purposefully walked her up the side walk to show her off to others. She loved it. Who was going to touch her. She was secure with a collar , two body guards and the Dream man of a life time. After about 5 minutes a crowd was starting to develop and they returned to the car opened the door for her to enter Damons black rolls.
Damon started the car holding her leash. "Wait Damon, I have a favor I want to ask of you since this is where we me and will NEVER be back". "I want to fuck you right here right now". "Well hell yes pet". Damon ordered the two security guys out of the car and then unzipped his pants. Pulled his already erect perfect large penis out. Which jean loved. Jean slid over and on top of his cock as he was sliding the seat back. She slowly slid down on it with a gasp and then began to rock up and down taking deep breath as she took him deep. They both immediately came simultaneously. Jean moved her head back breathing heavy looking at Damon. "Well that's a gude start eh Master?". Damon just put his hand behind Jeans head pulled her forward and deeply kissed her.
They slowly drove off with Andy and Joanne in tears. Joanne turned and looked at Andy. "That Fucking bitch".............
The End.
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