He wanted to make a teen rape porn. The only problem, he did not know how to find himself a teenage girl. This is not a guy I met on the darknet or through my former master. I met Tim last year in a Barnes and Noble coffee house. I accidentally bumped into him, and he recognized me from the strip club. Nothing sexual with him. We just became friends.
But last week we shared our dark fantasies. He came back to my place after the club closed. Not to fuck. Just to enjoy a cocktail, watch a scary movie and talk about our wicked desires. Tim possesses a dark streak. However, I know he’ll never take his dark needs out on me. He put me in the friend zone. Perhaps you could say I put him there first. I never wanted to fuck Tim. Despite his dark desires he just seemed too vanilla for me. Too boring for this taboo phone sex slut.
But he brought this drink back from Europe when he traveled. It’s called absinthe. And apparently that shit is illegal in the US because of its high alcohol content. I’ve never been one to blame it on the alcohol, but I think that night my impulsive actions were the direct result of drinking the strong shit. Once Tim nodded off on my couch, I got in my car and drove around looking for any young girl to make his fantasy come true.
Now Tim didn’t specify if he wanted a young teen girl or a coed teen girl. And since I wanted to be his accomplice for free, I just grabbed him a drunk coed. She just turned 18. She mistook me for her Uber driver. I guess Uber lets you select female drivers. So, I went with it. She seemed drunker than me. Maybe she wouldn’t realize we weren’t at her home. I took her inside, woke up Tim and told him Christmas came early.
Perhaps he thought he was still dreaming. But he didn’t miss a beat. He pushed that girl down on my couch, ripped off her clothes and shoved his cock in her ass raw. We were all drunk. And I didn’t plan this out. Either we would need to pay this girl a lot of money to keep her mouth shut or I’d need to snuff her. I let him enjoy her tight butt hole well I thought of a plan to get us out of this mess. The alcohol made me act boldly and without thinking, so I left a trail.
I mean I brought this girl into my own fucking home. How stupid is that. I started to sober up quickly and plot her demise while Tim enjoyed her tight holes. He appeared drunker than me, so I acted like the devil on his shoulder and told him to strangle her. Erotic asphyxiation. And I even told him a little white lie that it would make her cum so much harder.
Yeah, I manipulated my friend to take care of the problem I created. But hear me out. Win win situation. He finally got to fuck a teenage ass. Strangulation phone sex fantasies go similar. Choke a bitch out while you fuck her. Watch the life drain from her body as you dump your seed into her unwilling cunt or ass.
I made Tim think that she wanted to be strangled. Knowing that the alcohol would make him squeeze her throat just a little tighter. And then I acted appalled when he killed the girl on my couch. And I made him get rid of the body and bury it somewhere she’ll never be found.
No more of that foreign booze for me. Clearly, I can’t handle it. And neither can Tim. But Tim got to fuck a teenage girl like he wanted. And he killed my impulsive kidnap victim. Perhaps somebody saw a blonde woman in a Toyota Camry pick that girl up but with as dark and rainy as it was nobody will be able to identify me. Tons of blondes in this town. And lots of Toyota Camrys too. I’m not too worried about anybody linking me to another dead drunk coed.
Fantasy phone sex can take a violent turn. You just never know with a sexy switch. Over the weekend me and some of my girlfriends met this rich fucker at a concert in Nashville. We went on a road trip. Tony invited us to see the show in his VIP box. Free drinks. So, why not? We Ubered so we did not see any reason not to enjoy his top shelf free booze.
He invited us back to his place. Safety in numbers. We would not leave a woman behind. It was all or nothing. So, our rich patron built a dungeon in his basement. At first, we thought he meant to make us sex slaves. But it turned out the room and all the torture equipment he purchased for him. He fantasizes about hot sexy women abusing him. As a sexy switch, my friends and I thought if he craved cock and ball torture sex, why not?
But he got more than he bargained for. He could not handle our experience. Perhaps, he thought I would use a cat of nine tails on him and call it a day. We went hardcore on his cock and balls. I even used a sounding device on his pee hole. He secretly loved it. A hard cock betrayed his protests. His cock oozed pre-cum as I used a switch on his balls.
My bestie, Mariah, suggested busting his balls. We pushed him on the floor and kicked him in the nuts. We also did a little dance on his balls too. Small cock but huge balls. All potatoes and no meat. We drove him to tears with our ball abuse. Opps. I did it again. Men, do not beg for BDSM when you cannot handle it. We busted his left nut. As he laid there on the floor curled up in a ball, I decided to bust his other ball. Did not want to leave him lopsided.
I saw a baseball bat on his tray of delights. So, I picked it up and went swinging on his balls. Flattened the other one too. Although I can get drunk on the power, I don’t kill you unless you try to harm me. But not much this rich loser could do to us. He seemed too busy nursing his two busted nuts to come after us. We emptied out his wallet and left. No one knows us in Nashville.
Never give strangers or anyone physical power over you. Women like me possess a lot of pent-up anger. And we just need the right taboo phone sex loser to take it out on.
Although usually I help men as their accomplice phone sex partners, sometimes women need my assistance too. But when it comes to women, I’m usually helping them for free because I know them. I’ve had a few random women I met on the dark net pay me to get rid of an ex-husband or an ex-boyfriend or even a current one. However, most women I help, I know personally.
Recently, a new stripper I hired last month shared with me the private turmoil she’s experiencing. A college girl I hired off Rover to be my dog walker when I travel. Smoking hot girl next door. The kind of girl men love in a strip joint. So, I groomed her for the idea of making a lot more money. Although I hate to lose a reliable and trustworthy dog walker, I felt happy to make the club and her some serious money.
But one day she came into the club with bruises all up and down her arm and a black eye. And I thought to myself oh boy she’s in an abusive relationship. It turns out the abuser is her step daddy. And he’s done far worse things to her than just physical abuse. So, I decided step daddy needed to die.
This brought back memories of my own abusive father and his friends. I saw it as a cathartic moment to exact revenge through snuff sex. I’m a much different woman now. No longer a scared little girl. I can defend myself and I can exact revenge now.
I figured it best to leave my new stripper out of the planning process. Keep her hands clean. Imagine my surprise when I drove by her home and saw one of my father’s cronies who abused me as a young girl. Her stepfather worked for my father 30 years ago.
At first, I got scared. But then I knew the last time he saw me I was neither blonde nor busty. Plus, I doubt he would recognize me 30 years later. But I never forget the faces of the men who violated me like it was nothing. He needed to die.
So, one day, while my new stripper danced on stage, I looked through her phone and found his number listed under step monster. And I sent him a text. Pretended to be her and had him meet me at this no tell motel where you can scream bloody murder and nobody gives a fuck. It’s one of those rent by the hour places. And it’s one of those seedy motels that if you give the attendant enough money, he never saw you and he never heard a thing.
Although this guy violated me the least because he was only in his early 20s at the time he force fucked me, he still enjoyed fucking the shit out of a schoolgirl. Clearly my jailbait pussy gave him a taste for it because he’s been force fucking his stepdaughter for many years. He did not recognize me. I concocted a story about knowing his stepdaughter. This fool believed that his stepdaughter who loathes him would send him a woman to fuck. Delusional.
Right before he put his cock in my pussy, I grabbed a knife and sliced it off. Dead men don’t need their dicks, I told him. As he bled profusely all over motel bed, I tied him up. Then I told him who I was. No apology. No shame on his face. However, he seemed surprised I was alive. Apparently, my dear old dad told all his friends he killed me and buried me in the backyard to keep my mouth shut. My bastard of a father never told his friends I ran away. I guess his ego couldn’t handle the truth.
Sixteen different men violated me as a young girl. And of the 16 men, including my father, who made me a teen rape porn star, only six remain. I’ve been quietly exacting my revenge on daddy’s sick cohort for years. And I enjoyed torturing this guy. He deserved it. If he violated me and his stepdaughter as teenage girls who knows how many other teenage girls, he’s violated. I read him a long list of grievances. Gave him a chance to defend himself and the fucker spit in my face and said fuck you cunt.
So, I took my knife and stabbed him in the gut. I’ve learned from my callers and the dark web that if you want a man to suffer a slow death, stab him in the stomach so he slowly bleeds out. Stabbing them in the heart equals a quick death. But stabbing them in the gut prolongs the suffering. When I felt like he might be taking too long to fucking die, I sat on his face and smothered him with the twat he violated. Squeezed my thighs against his head and came on his face from the pleasure of torturing and murdering one of my abusers.
But I killed not only for me but for my new stripper who still can’t escape his clutches. I staged the room to look like he hired a hooker to party with and she killed him. They will look for a woman nobody saw. And if they do their due diligence, they might discover what a piece of shit he was to his stepdaughter. But she’ll have an airtight alibi because she was on stage dancing when I murdered her piece of shit abusing step daddy. Good riddance. Six more men to go.
Sometimes, women harbor rape phone sex fantasies too. Maybe not in the same way. I don’t necessarily harbor these fantasies for men. But that’s because I can fuck any man I want. But sometimes I meet a woman who acts like such a twat waffle that I think about force fucking her with a strap on. Destroying her tight little holes.
I made the mistake of hiring this high maintenance stripper at the club. Although the men love her look and body, she’s a complete nightmare. None of us can manage her. So, I fired her. She stole tips and caused too much drama with my girls who work hard and play fair. But this fucking twat waffle started stalking and harassing me after I let her go. I gave this bitch every chance to straighten up her act and she just refused.
But when she started fucking with me in my personal life, I decided to make her my personal ass rape porn star. This fucking cunt broke into my house and attempted to kill one of my dogs. Luckily, I stayed home when I was supposed to be at the club. I’m not a mother, so my animals are just like my babies. You fuck with one of them; I fuck with you. I punched the bitch. And she went down for the count. When she woke up, she found herself bound and gagged with her ass in the air.
Although I felt like I could legally kill her because she did break into my house. And she did try to commit bodily harm to one of my babies. I decided just to torture her ass for hours. I fucked her raw with the biggest strap on I own. That thing is black and measures over 14 inches. I don’t use it for myself. That’s my punisher cock that I use on sissy bitches, and twat waffles.
She screamed for mercy. But I couldn’t trust this bitch. She’s lied to my face many times before. I wanted to completely obliterate her fuck holes. You would be surprised what kind of damage a14-inch black dildo can do to a tiny girl without any lubrication. Plus, I choked her, smacked her and reminded her that the cameras in my house caught her breaking in with a knife. And that gave me the right to murder her. If she did not want to be a snuff porn star, she better not fuck with me again, I told her.
By the time I finished, her asshole resembled the Grand Canyon. I’ve been on this underground snuff circuit for a long time and never seen an asshole gape like that. I battered her fucking butt hole. Made her cry. Made her bleed. And I made her fucking submissive. I broke her. So, I doubt she will fuck with me again. If you come after one of my babies, like I said, I come after you tenfold.
Many men harbor violent phone sex fantasies. And in my experience those violent fantasies keep increasing. I think the crazier the world gets the more stressful men feel. And men work through stress with violent fantasies. They either want to kill someone, force fuck someone, or beat the crap out of someone. However, men are not the only ones with those fantasies. Sometimes I want to throat punch a bitch.
As a sexy switch, I’ve been on both sides of the violence. But now I’m spoiled as the accomplice. So, I prefer to help you with your violent fantasies than be on the other end of your fist. Usually, men hire me as the accomplice when they want to fuck something young and tender. And a few women have hired me to assist them with a violent boyfriend, or husband. Yet other times, I just help a bitch out because she needs the help.
When I went to the club last night, I already felt at my wits end. Just one of those days that steamrolled me. One annoying little mishap after another. And I wanted to throat punch somebody. Then this douche bag walked into the club. Total loser. We hate this guy.
He managed to get himself blocked from the club for a year and I really don’t understand why the owner let him back. He’s somewhat of a local celebrity. But everybody knows he gambled away most of his fortune. Now he comes into the club and expects free shit, including lap dances because of who he was 30 fucking years ago.
He gave one of my new girls shit. More shit than he usually gives. Not the day to fuck with me, I told him. He spit on me. And in my face too. That was all I could take. Killer phone sex rage consumed me. So, I kicked him hard enough in the balls that he fell to his knees. And then I started punching. Me, a blonde bimbo in stripper heels. I do yoga and Pilates. I don’t bench press my weight. But so much rage came out of me that I didn’t realize how hard I punched him in the face.
The stripper looked at me mortified because I was coated in this loser’s blood. Oops. I didn’t kill him. Not in the club at least. The bouncer helped me take him out to the alley. He’s helped me in situations like this before. So, I got into the van with the bouncer, avoiding the cameras, and we took him to the middle of the woods.
The bouncer gave me a baseball bat and told me to treat him like I was in a rage rooms. The bouncer encouraged me to murder this guy because he knew this guy well enough to know I would end up in prison for assaulting him. And the club might close too.
Fuck my life. My day just kept steam rolling out of control. I wouldn’t survive one day in prison. So, I took that baseball bat and completely crushed his skull. In fact, his brain matter splattered all over me. I felt bad because I made my bouncer an accomplice to my crime. I didn’t premeditate this. But I knew what kind of mood I was in. And I should’ve restrained myself. But once he spit in my face, I went off like a powder keg.
I guess I’m just as capable of impulsive violent tendencies as a man. This marked the first time I killed somebody not in self-defense. Or being paid as an accomplice. Don’t get me wrong. I’m no saint. I’ve helped men do some very awful things to young girls. But rage murder? This felt like a first.
But I admit how good it felt. I’m not saying this guy deserved snuff sex, but he’s not a good human being. Nobody’s going to miss him except for maybe his bookies. But I did discover that I am just as capable of violent rage as most of my callers and clients. So, men, don’t piss me off. I’ve got a taste for blood now and I think I like it.
I love being a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. Babysitting is so easy nowadays because of these online babysitter groups and apps. When I was a young girl, I could only babysit like the brats of somebody I knew like a neighbor. With these online babysitter forums, it’s so easy to create fake references and use fake IDs.
Thanks to a friend of mine, I own over 50 different fake ids. And I never use the same ID twice. Every ID has a different name and look. I’ve even been known to strap my tits down and use a prosthetic nose and colored contacts to alter my looks too.
It keeps me undetected. And I don’t do this often, maybe six or seven times a year. I accept money from a man who wants to fuck something young. I’m not a mother so I can’t just give them one of my brats to fuck. Most parents seem so oblivious. They don’t even realize somebody violated their little one. But that is partially because I’m an excellent accomplice phone sex partner. I clean up all traces of DNA. And I arrive prepared for cleanup.
Dave wanted to fuck a very young boy butt. So, I looked around for gigs that had a boy the right age for him. He wanted and age were from behind; you don’t know if you’re fucking a little boy or a little girl. And I found him a little Hispanic boy. Parents look affluent and I found the little boy adorable. Cutest little bubble butt on him which I knew would drive my client wild.
Parents wouldn’t be back until around two or 3 AM cause they went out of town for a wedding. I gave the boy my special milk cocktail that lets the little ones sleep through anything even anal sex. I texted my client how to sneak in from the back undetected. The only problem nowadays is that almost everybody owns either a ring camera on their door or security cameras everywhere. But part of my kit includes a camera detector. I could sneak him in, and no one would know a thing.
I lubed up the boy, and guided my client’s cock in. And the boy slept through it. He slept through anal penetration. I become a better mixologist with this cocktail every time. The boy became my client’s ass rape porn star and wouldn’t remember a thing. My client dumped his ass full of cum too.
You might be wondering how I clean up the evidence. It’s a two-part strategy. I suck up the cum with a turkey baster because the ass gapes open for a little while once the cock comes out. And then I use a douche to wipe away any other traces. Then I follow that up by using the baster again filled with warm water to neutralize the douche smell. I told you I was great accomplice.
Dave enjoyed the night. And once he left, I was $30,000 richer. I spent about two hours on cleanup and the boys slept through that too. But the boy appeared fast asleep when his parents finally got home. They paid me 100 bucks for the night, but I didn’t need the money. At least I didn’t need the babysitting money. But I took it.
I played my part. When the boy wakes up with a sore butt, his parents will think anything other than the babysitter let some strange man violate their son’s bubble butt. Parents never think that and I never leave them with a reason to think that.
I love helping men make their teen rape porn fantasies come true. Honestly, it gives me great pleasure to help a man fuck a young girl in the ass for the first time or even in her pussy. Most men when I bring them something young to play with, want to fuck both holes. Can’t say that I blame them.
Larry and I go back decades. When I first met him, I turned 18 two days prior. And he wanted to make me a star. At the time I felt desperate for money and didn’t really understand what he meant by star. Star of what I should’ve asked. He put me into all sorts of hardcore anal porn videos. Underground stuff mostly on the dark net. He did make me a star. An ass rape porn star.
Although Larry made hardcore videos they seem sort of PG-13 compared to the stuff that’s out there now. He wasn’t into having me beaten or anything extreme like that. My daddy popped my ass cherry about 10 years earlier, so it never seemed that hardcore to me.
Perhaps my father and his drunk poker buddies desensitized me at a young age for brutality. That might be the reason why I don’t mind helping men like Larry find a younger model. The world seems full of teen runaways desperate for money just like me once upon a time.
Larry helped me make some decent money so I could stop living on the streets. Perhaps I could hook up another girl the same way. Honestly though I will admit that this new crop of teenagers and barely legal girls seem like a completely different breed. They seem more self-entitled. I mean they come to snuff auditions with a laundry list of things they won’t do. Do you want the money, or do you want to be a pain in the ass that nobody will work with?
I found Larry a barely legal teen girl for his anal torture sex movie. She looked like a mini me. Blonde buxom and desperate for cash. I found her in the warehouse district which is not safe for a girl like her. Larry loved her. And I prepared her. I explained exactly what to expect from Larry. And she agreed.
Desperate girls should be willing to do anything a director or photographer wants if they want to be paid the big bucks. When I made snuff, I earned hundreds of dollars. But the girls now can earn thousands of dollars.
My street walker seemed perfect for the gig. Larry loved her. And she loved Larry’s money. He pays well, but he does brutalize an ass. I made out with her and let her eat my pussy to distract her from some of the pain. Plus, I knew Larry would pop off faster watching this teen girl eat my pussy. He filled her ass with cum. But he prolapsed it too. My tongue soothed it and eventually, I could push it back inside for her.
But her ass took a beating. However, he did pay her a couple thousand dollars for 2 hours with her ass. He gave me $1000 as a finder’s fee. I ended up giving her half of my finder’s fee. This way she can stay somewhere nicer than on the streets for a couple months. I survived living in hostels, fleabag motels, and sometimes shelters. No one helped me. But I want to help this new crop of desperate teen runaways.
As a former ass rape porn star, I developed an eye for new talent. Young talent. I needed some cash quickly over the weekend to help a friend. Although I’m not very good with saving money, I am good at making money. Women can make a fast few grand if they seem willing to do some naughty sexual things for it. Men will always pay for sex. And men will always pay for accomplices who can get them something young and tight to play with.
I met this young girl hooking on the streets recently. Plus, I rescued a girl about her age several months ago. But you can always sell the virginity of the ass a couple times before men realize this ass has mileage. And the girl I rescued no longer sells as fresh meat. Although she’s still making money doing teen rape porn for men, she is no longer the virginal girl next door.
But this young girl that I met had the cutest little bubble butt I’ve ever seen. She likely never even experienced a finger in her butt. I could help a girl out and help my friend out too. And I knew Paul would want to fuck this girl. He’s a man I know from the circuit. He loves young assholes for his movies. So, I made this girl an offer she couldn’t refuse. A promise to get off the streets. And make decent money. But in the snuff world, you work extra hard for that money. You just need to do less time.
She seemed game. Although I think she distrusted my motives initially, I introduced her to my young protégé, and they talked about life on the streets. Traded war stories. Something all three of us have in common. Girls just do what they need to do to survive this world. But I want to help them thrive.
I sent Paul pictures of the talent I found and suggested a $50,000 finder’s fee. This man seems richer than the Amazon guy or Elon. He deposited $50,000 into my account. I only needed $10,000 to help my friend. Technically I needed $5000 to help my friend. But the girls still received $40,000. That’s life-changing money to a teen runaway living on the streets.
I never commanded that much money. But by the time I ended up on the streets, my daddy and his friends used all my holes to the point that even as a teenager my fuck holes look liked they belonged to a 40-year-old gangbang whore. Nowadays technology allows us to cut out pimps. Girls do not need to live on the streets. I think this young teen girl would’ve eaten my pussy all day long if I asked her when I gave her that money.
Now she didn’t like me for a few minutes while my client pounded her tight teen asshole. In fact, she cursed my name a few times. Ass sex hurts the first few times. But you get used to it. She told me she could get used to that kind of money. And I told her I’d help her. She needs to rest her butt hole up for the next one. She can enjoy this about two more times before that money gets cut in half.
The key to making decent money in the snuff porn world is to be young and tight. After you turn 18 and your holes look like a 40-year-old porn star’s holes, you can’t command that much money. But invest, save and your future can be more comfortable than your past.
It’s no secret that I enjoy taboo phone sex. And I love being the accomplice. But I still don’t mind serving the right man. However, the right men rarely ever try to dominate me. But you know who does try to dominate me? Losers with tiny dicks. And you know what happens when losers with tiny dicks try to dominate me? They lose their balls.
Over the weekend, I made a date with a guy I met at the club. Out of town businessman just in town for a few days over the holiday. He wanted to take me out. Handsome, smart, and he looked and smelled rich. I thought at worst I would have a nice dinner. If I didn’t like him, I could do the whole dine and dash thing. But if I liked him, why not bring him home. And he acted like a perfect gentleman at dinner. He showed me a lovely time.
We get to my place, and he turns into Dr. Jekyll. But I wanted Mr. Hyde. He immediately started ripping off my clothes. I gave him no indication I would fuck him. But for men like that, they think if you invite them back to your place, it’s guaranteed sex. And I might’ve fucked him after another round of drinks at my place and a little bit more conversation.
Of course he had a tiny dick. And of course, he felt entitled to my pussy with that tiny dick because he bought me dinner. Such a waste. An asshole in disguise with a tiny dick. I felt duped. But when he wouldn’t take no for an answer, I resorted to cock and ball torture sex.
I literally grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them like stress balls. Now that got his attention. But instead of apologizing for acting like a self-entitled asshole, he spit in my face and tried to choke me until I released his balls.
So, I released them. Then immediately took a knee to his balls until he fell backwards, landing on the couch. I grabbed my emergency pepper spray, sprayed him in the face, and that gave me enough time to handcuff his hands behind his back. He couldn’t open his eyes. Perhaps that’s for the best because he wouldn’t like what came next. I grabbed a pair of gardening shears I use for my little backyard garden. And instead, I use them to sniff his balls off.
Yeah, I made a mess. Blood began to spatter all over my rug. So, I grabbed a kitchen towel, put it under him and heated up my curling iron to cauterize the wound. He was bucking around like a fish out of water. Screaming and crying in pain. No doubt his eyes still burned like hell from the pepper spray. But I don’t think they hurt as much as his balls being removed.
So, I told him he had nobody to blame but himself. We enjoyed a lovely dinner. I might’ve given him a blow job or a hand job even with a tiny dick to show my appreciation for such a nice evening. But he ruined it when he allowed Dr. Jekyll to rear his ugly head.
He told me he would call the cops. And I told him go ahead because my hidden nanny cam would show him attacking me first. He might seek medical attention. But he will leave my name out of it. When men experience castration phone sex they get too embarrassed to tell anybody what happened. Because here’s why. Most women don’t just castrate a man for shits and giggles. We castrate a man because his actions proved he was no longer worthy of his testicles. Going to the cops will make the cops ask why she did it.
Men will always harbor rape phone sex fantasies. And I know that from personal experience. In my youth, my father forced himself on me every day until I ran away as a teenager. And then I ended up taking money to simulate forcing me into sex. Eventually, I ended up a slave and every man I met wanted to do awful things to me. You might not be able to look at me and think I’m tough, but I’m scrappy. Now I help men fulfill their rape fantasies for somebody other than me.
And it feels good to be the accomplice and not the victim. Perhaps, years of physical and mental abuse at the hands of my dad made me stronger. And I used to feel bad about bringing young girls to their demise. Men would either make them wish they were dead or would kill them.
You would think after years of abuse I wouldn’t want that cycle to continue. But something inside of me changed a few years ago. I stopped feeling guilty for taking men’s money to help them make homemade teen rape porn. I think all the money men paid me bought my conscience. But I’m OK with that. It’s survival of the fittest. And not everybody comes out stronger. But I did.
Now I’m a professional. I’m the fixer. When men want something young and tight, they need a woman to find them some talent. I made friends with a young teen runway recently. She reminds me of myself. However, I think she’s tougher than I ever was. She told me she wanted to help me with clients who want a hot teen slut.
She’s been living with me for a couple months now. And although I love having her around, I know she wants to be independent. I did too. So, she’s saving her money. And I’ve been helping her with GED courses. When I told her about this client, she offered to help. Even after I told her he would be rough on her. I would give her half the money if she helped me. So, for Robert the other night, we shaved a couple years off her already young age. And I dressed her in a baby doll dress for her daddy date.
But she played her part well. She acted scared and she fought. He did not know that I knew this girl. She could’ve won Oscar for her performance. She even cursed me out to make it seem real. Personally, I think she channeled some horrid experience with her father to give this man the experience he paid for. We never tipped our hands.
Perhaps he wouldn’t care. He made a teen ass rape porn with a young teen girl. He nutted inside of her. Almost choked her to death too. Until I told him murder would cost a lot more. He paid me cash and left. They always leave mess for their accomplice. But this mess seemed the easiest to clean up. I just put her in the passenger seat of my car and drove her home.
She made $10,000. And I split it with her. Being the accomplice pays better. My protégé just needs a few more encounters like that and she can put a down payment on her own home. High school dropouts with no real skills, you end up in this seedy underworld of snuff. The money made in this realm exceeds what girls like us can ever dream of making. My protégé won’t need to be somebody’s owned bitch for decades like me.
