The Taking of Pelham's 1 2 3

Written by PantyMan

When I started a new job, I discovered that if I took a shortcut through one of the poorer areas of the town, it was only about a 20 minutes walk, so to help stay fit, I took to walking to and from work when the weather was okay, which was most days.

I always returned home at the same time every evening and after several days realized that the same young woman always stood in the doorway of a long closed and derelict shop. One evening, as I passed her, I smiled and she returned the smile.

"You looking to party Hon?" she asked, and it finally dawned on me that she was a hooker out to get the early evening trade. I looked her over. She appeared to be in her late 20's, and although she had a pretty face, it was plastered with makeup, and she had the most enormous pair of boobs. As many of you know, I prefer my girls to have somewhat flatter chests, so I stammered my thanks but declined

"Sorry Love." I replied, "No offense, but I prefer girls with smaller boobs". She just shrugged her shoulders and laughed, saying that it was my loss. From that point on, whenever I passed her, she would laugh and wiggle her huge breasts at me. For my part I would stop and chat to her for a few moments before going on my way. She never again asked me if I wanted to use her services, but seemed to enjoy our few minutes discourse together. Over time we discussed many things, and at some point she told me that she was 29 years old, that her name was Josie Pelham, that she didn't work from the derelict shop, but took clients to her home which was fairly close by. She also told me that she had four kids, but beyond that she didn't seem to want to discuss them further, and I had no wish to pry.

A few months after I had started chatting to Josie, I was instrumental in helping the company I worked for, pull off a huge deal. As a result I was given an unexpected and very large bonus. That evening, as I walked home I felt on top of the world. As I approached Josie I sensed that she seemed agitated, and as I got to her could see that she was definitely upset.

"Oh Pete," she said, as soon as I got to her, "I know that I'm not your type, but could you do me a favor and go with me today, just this one time?" I looked at her face, and could see the worry in her eyes.

"Why? What's the problem?" I asked. I could tell she was close to tears as she started to tell me how trade had been so bad just lately, so much so that she was now behind with the rent, and if she didn't manage to get enough for her rent money by the end of the night she would be made homeless. She thought that she would manage to get one client, but that wouldn't be enough unless she got really lucky. She had thought that if I would take her as well, then that would guarantee the rent. By now she was sobbing, saying how sorry she was to have to ask, and how she would never have done so if she wasn't so desperate, as she preferred our friendship to the money. I calmed her down and asked how much she needed to get. When she said 200 bucks, I almost laughed out loud. To her it was an enormous amount, yet was a fraction of what I had just been paid as a bonus. The fact that she regarded me as friend also touched me, so I pulled out $200 from my billfold and handed it to her.

"Oh you are a darling," she said, her face wreathed in smiles, "I promise you that you won't regret it".

"That is for you," I replied, "For the sake of our friendship. I don't want to use your body though". She looked at me for a moment, almost as if in shock.

"You mean you are just giving it to me?" she finally gasped, "And don't want ANYTHING in return?" I nodded.

"I told you," I said, smiling at her, "You're not my type. I prefer smaller boobs".

She laughed with me for a moment then the tears started to flow again, this time tears of happiness. She flung her arms around me pulling me tightly into her very ample bosom. After a while she released me, just in time to stop me suffocating.

"No-one has ever done anything like that for me," she said, "I promise I WILL pay you back, if it takes me forever". I assured her that there was no need, and that she could consider it a gift from a friend. Once again, I had to endure her bear hug, before she released me, and I made my way home. ......(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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