Reluctant Hooker

Written by PantyMan

I was driving home from work and was feeling randy, so I made a detour through a rundown area where I knew that hookers tended to hang out. It was a filthy, cold night and the whole area seemed deserted.

Then I saw her, a shadowy figure lurking in a doorway, watching me as I drove slowly past. Quickly I circled the block and as I drew near where she stood she emerged from the doorway and came towards me. I stopped the car and dropped the window.

"You looking to party honey?" she nervously asked. When I nodded yes she told me to follow her and walked back to the doorway where I had first seen her. Quickly I followed her as she led me back through the building into a dingy and poorly lit apartment.

The apartment was a small room with a mattress laid on the floor taking up most of the space. A small sofa was the only other furniture in the room, which had a door in the opposite corner, presumably leading to a bathroom.

I looked at the pretty girl who stood nervously in front of me. She had short dark tousled hair and was wearing a dark blue pleated miniskirt and white ankle socks with a white shirt that revealed an almost flat chest. She looked like a wet dream come true and I realized that she was much younger than I had imagined she was when I first saw her.

"So how old are you, how much are you charging, and what shall I call you?" I asked. She looked nervously at me.

"I'm old enough" she replied, seeming very agitated, adding, "and you can fuck me for 20." I put the nervousness down to inexperience as there was no doubt that she was underage, and the price was well below what I would expect to pay one of the regular hookers. I nodded my agreement.

"You can call me Yvonne and you must pay me half first and the rest after," she said, causing alarm bells to ring in my head - no regular girl would ask to be paid in two halves, it is always cash up front. I was further alarmed when I heard a noise that sounded as if it came from inside the bathroom. I looked at her and saw she was looking very nervous.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nuthin" she said shaking her head. I didn't believe her, and told her so. Finally, after a long pause she answered.

"It's my big sister Clare," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. My cock twitched - maybe there was a chance of a threesome.

"Does she perform too?" I asked.

"She might if you pay extra," she said so I asked her to call her out.

Before she could speak, the bathroom door burst open and a tall guy shot out wielding a huge knife, and was followed by a smaller guy and a pretty girl who you could easily tell was the sister of Yvonne.

I backed away as he came towards me, until my back was hard against the entrance door.

"You feelthy peeg," he drawled trying to sound like a Mexican, although I doubt he was.

"You come here trying to fuck my little bambino seester" he added, slicing the knife into the door against my head.

I just stared at him. Somehow I felt that he was all bluster and not serious as, although he was taller than me, he didn't look more than about 16 years old and seemed a little unsure of himself.

"You know you can be in beeg trouble for fucking a 12 year old don't you? Give me all your monee and we let you go with no trouble." he shouted, slamming the knife into the door again, and narrowly missing my ear. I just continued to stare at him without flinching - I still felt that he was not serious despite his blustering. His confidence looked like it was faltering. He pulled the knife out of the door then whacked it back in, again within inches of my head.

"Big trouble," he said, both his accent and his courage seeming to desert him. I just stared at him, so he decided to try a different approach.

"Get his cash, Damien" he growled at the younger guy who approached me timidly. As he reached out to my pocket I just slapped his hand away and glared at him. He retreated pretty quickly behind the bigger guy who by now was almost in my face. He tried thrusting the knife into the door a few more times but I could see the despair in his eyes. This attempt at scamming a john wasn't going the way he had hoped it would.

I heard a giggle and glanced over at the couch where the girls were now sitting. Both girls looked as if they were enjoying the discomfort of their older brother trying to extract cash from me. He heard them and looked angry, but didn't know what else to do.

As I glanced at the girls sitting on the couch looking very sexy in their miniskirts, it reminded me that I was still horny and wanted some sex, so I decided to take the initiative.

"Are you really so worried about me fucking your sister, or are you just after some easy cash?" I asked him. He seemed surprised by this change of tactics.

"Hell no, I ain't worried about her being fucked," he said, adding "I've fucked her a time or two already."

"I told her," he went on to say, "that if she managed to bring a john back here then we could force some cash out of him without her getting fucked."

"Hmm," I said as I smiled at him, "well you got that bit wrong didn't you? I came looking for, and am prepared to pay for some sex, but I am not giving anyone any money without something in return. If YOU want some cash then you have got earn it and provide me with some sex." He looked horrified.

"I'm not gay!" he exclaimed, "There is no fucking way you are gonna fuck me."

I laughed, and then explained that I had no desire to fuck him as I wasn't gay either, but if they wanted paying, then between them they had to give me some sort of sex show and I had to get my rocks off somehow too. By now young Yvonne was beginning to look quite worried. They went into a huddle to discuss my suggestion.

"Please don't let anyone fuck me, Martin," I heard Yvonne cry out, "You always hurt me so much, and you said that if I brought you a john then I wouldn't need to fuck."

I saw Martin's face develop a huge grin from ear to ear and could tell that he obviously enjoyed fucking the young girl. After a few minutes of argument they came out of the huddle and faced me then, at my suggestion, we all sat on the mattress, in a circle, facing each other. I ended up opposite Yvonne and, because of the way she sat, could see that she was wearing white cotton panties which, as any of my regular readers will know, are my favorites. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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