Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Lola King, an African American young woman ran away from home at sixteen due to years of sexual and physical abuse as a child. Her drunken father sexually abused her from the tender age of thirteen and her drug addict Mother emotionally abused her. she survived on the streets of California for a week until she gets in contact with a old friend named Brett Samuels. she moves in with Brett who is a twenty one year old collage grad that lives on his own in an apartment in Aokland California. He takes her in and takes care of her needs. Brett finally loses his job. To make ends meet, she finds a job at a local strip club dancing for horny old guys. While stripping at Boobies and Blueballs, she befriends a stripper named Candice AKA Candy, who takes her under her wings and shows her somethings about stripping and dealing with fellow strippers and their bitchiness.
She meets a pimp named Sugar Bear. He offers her a deal that she can not refuse. He offers her to be one of his Golden Angels; which he calls all his prostitutes/ Call girls. To strive for a better life and money, she takes his offer and becomes one of his golden girls, only to find out that prostitution is not what she thought it would be. She struggles with her sexual abuse as a child, which causes her to find it difficult to be intimate with her clients. She meets a young billionaire named Jaxon Briggs who becomes one of her personal clients. he doesn't fancy her profession and wants to rescue her from the game of prostitution. Will she let Jaxon Briggs sweep her off her feet and take her out of the game or will she give into the life of prostitution, money, and sex.

Summary

Lola King, an African American young woman ran away from home at sixteen due to years of sexual and physical abuse as a child. Her drunken father sexually abused her from the tender age of thirteen and her drug addict Mother emotionally abused her. she survived on the streets of California for a week until she gets in contact with a old friend named Brett Samuels. she moves in with Brett who is a twenty one year old collage grad that lives on his own in an apartment in Aokland California. He takes her in and takes care of her needs. Brett finally loses his job. To make ends meet, she finds a job at a local strip club dancing for horny old guys. While stripping at Boobies and Blueballs, she befriends a stripper named Candice AKA Candy, who takes her under her wings and shows her somethings about stripping and dealing with fellow strippers and their bitchiness.
She meets a pimp named Sugar Bear. He offers her a deal that she can not refuse. He offers her to be one of his Golden Angels; which he calls all his prostitutes/ Call girls. To strive for a better life and money, she takes his offer and becomes one of his golden girls, only to find out that prostitution is not what she thought it would be. She struggles with her sexual abuse as a child, which causes her to find it difficult to be intimate with her clients. She meets a young billionaire named Jaxon Briggs who becomes one of her personal clients. he doesn't fancy her profession and wants to rescue her from the game of prostitution. Will she let Jaxon Briggs sweep her off her feet and take her out of the game or will she give into the life of prostitution, money, and sex.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Introduction

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 21, 2016

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Fallen Angel

Chapter 1- Introduction

My name is Lola King AKA Doll Face. I am a twenty-one-year-old African American woman with curly brown auburn hair down to my shoulder and bright hazel eyes. I am 5’5 inches and my measurements are 36-24-36. I am a voluptuous beauty with brown Carmel skin and 34 DD breasts. Being a black beautiful, curvaceous woman almost all my life has given me allot of opportunities in a world where beautiful women such as myself make a living through exposing their bodies and using their bodies as a temple for men. In which that said; I am a woman whom uses her body to satisfy men whom wishes to take me sexually and physically; in return these men will spoil me with gifts and off course offer me loads of money in exchange for sexual favors. I am a high end prostitute and call girl. I work under a pimp named Sugar Bear because he is sweet like sugar. Sugar Bear is not like your normal pimp. He is a very generous man who treats his women like queens, but if you make him mad or don’t give him his money on time, he will show you his bad side.

I came from an unstable abusive home. My Mother was a druggy and my Father was a drunk. My Mother snorted drugs up her nose and shot drug needles in her arm. Her drug of choice was mostly cocaine. She constantly used drugs on a daily basis. My Father drank on a daily basis. The time he chose to drink was always at night. He would get so drunk at times that he would yell at my Mother and beat her for no apparent reason.

My first sexual experience came from my father sexually molesting me from the age of ten. He would come into my room almost every night after my mother had gone to sleep and molest me. At first it started with lustful looks here and there, then he started coming into my room at night and fumbling and touching me around my night gown to later on playing and massaging my flower bed. He never really entered me; maybe it was because he was scared he would hurt me or worse I would tell my mother about what he was doing to me at night. I never fought back because I was scared of what he might do to me if I did, so I laid back and took it. Of course at that age I did not know better.

It wasn’t until the age of thirteen that I realized my father was a fucking sick pervert. I had just gotten my period right after I turned thirteen and my mother was discussing with me about my body and how I was beginning to be a young lady. She said because I had started a menstrual cycle I can get pregnant easily; I should reframe from sex until I turn at least eighteen. She told me about boys and how they sometimes would force themselves on a young girl with a body like mine. Of course at that age I had already developed breast and curves. She told me to never give my virginity up to any boy or man that only wants my body for his own pleasure. She said I should give my body to someone who truly loves me. She also made it known that if I do decide to give my body for pleasure, the man should also be able to give something back such as money or favors.

My father continued to try and sexually molest me, until I got fed up and told him no. He got mad and beat me that night. I stayed up crying for half that night. I finally decided I would run away. I wrote my Mother a letter telling her what my sick father had been doing to me all these years and put it on the door of the refrigerator where she could easily see it. I packed my thinks that night and slipped out through my bedroom window.

I stayed on the streets of California for maybe a week until I finally got a hold of an old friend named Brett Samuels. He was an eighteen-year-old college kid that had an apartment in Oakland and was living on his own. He took me in and gave me food and shelter. After living with him for a while; at age seventeen I feel was in love with him but he made it known he did not like me in the same way I liked him. We slept in the same bed. Sometimes at night I would be yearning for a man’s touch and try to move my body against his own. He would shove me away and tell me he doesn’t want to sleep with me; I just give it a rest already. He would turn his body away from me; sometimes when it got so bad, he would go to the other room and sleep living me horny and desperate in bed all by myself. Shortly after he lost his job. He desperately tried to find another job but was at no luck. I decided I would try and help out; so I went out to look for a job. I finally came upon a little local strip club named Boobies and Blue Balls. It was a decent looking strip club and payed a generous amount of pay. It was always full with horny old men who would give anything to see a sexy half naked woman dance around on stage and be worshiped. These men definitely worshiped and gave out loads of money to hot sexy dancers.

I swiftly walked into the strip club one evening and was greeted by a bartender. I told her I was looking for a stripper job there. She looked me up and down and said “That would do.” I was wearing a very short tight seductive red dress with six inch heels on. I knew how to dress when it came to getting jobs like this. She asked me how old was I. I told her I was eighteen, but in fact I was actually just shy of eighteen at the time. My birthday was in a couple of months but I couldn’t wait for that long. I needed the job now. She told me to go down a dark hallway to my right and there will be a little office there. The manager would be in there. His name was Steve. She said perk your breast up out of your cleavage and poke your ass out. If I did that it would guarantee me a job; so I did.

I walked across the crowded strip club and down the hallway to the office. When I got there, I softly knocked on the door. There was no answer for about a minute until the door finally opened and a middle aged bald Caucasian man with what seemed to be a taupe on his head answered the door. He greeted me with a firm hand shake and asked me to come inside. I slowly walked inside the cludded room and took a sit in front of his desk. He walked in front of me and leaned against his desk. He was a heady set guy with a big bulging belly. He seemed like a country man because he had a very deep country accent and he dressed in jeans and cowboy boots.

“How may I help you; young lady?” he asked me as he looked at my attire up and down. He seemed pleased.

“I am looking to work here at Boobies and Blue Balls.” I replied.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“I’m eighteen.”

“Do you have an ID that says you are the age you say you are?”

At that point I panicked, but managed to keep calm. I responded with, “I have one but not with me at this time.”

“Get up!” he demanded.

I wondered why he wanted me to get up, but I did not question him. I just slowly stood up.

He looked me up and down and nodded in approval. Then he said, “slowly turn around for me!”

I turned around like he said. He nodded again. He turned his head back and reached to get a card from a stack on the center of his desk. He turned back to me and gave me the card. “Here is my card. You can call me anytime. Come back when you’ve gotten your ID card and we will talk business.” I took the card and left the office.

 When I got home, I practically ran into the bedroom and jumped on top of Brett who was at the time sleeping in bed. I sat down on him and started jumping up and down on his lap with excitement. He groaned with frustration and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me off of him.

“What is all the excitement for?” he asked.

I sat down cross legged on the bed beside him and told him about my interview with the manager of the” Boobies and Blue Balls. “I think I just got a job at “Boobies and Blue Balls.” The manager told me to come back with an ID saying I am eighteen years old. When he sees that I am of age, I am positive he will give me the job,” I said.

Brett sat up and leaned on his arm. He stared at me with question in his eyes for a minute; then he spoke. “That’s great news Lola. Now we can finally get caught up with the bills and not be out on our asses. You know the land lord said if we don’t pay the rest of the rent, we will be out in two weeks.”

“I know; that’s why I decided to not wait, but he wants an ID that says I am eighteen. I am not eighteen yet Brett.”

“I think I have a solution to that. A homeboy of mine does some illegal business, including making fake ID’s. he said whenever I need something he would hook me up.” I just need to get in contact with him and tell him about the situation. He will have the ID done by possibly next week.”

“So call him,” I said.

“Okay,” Brett turned around and picked up his cell phone from the bed side table. He sat up on the edge of the bed with his back facing me and dialed a number. I heard him talk to the guy who was on the other line for about five minutes and then he hung up. He turned towards me and said, “It will be finished in a week.”

I got excited and jumped out of my sitting positon on the bed and leaned over to hug him. “Thanks Brett,” I said as I gave him a peck on the lips.

“No thank you,” he said back. “Now let me get back to sleep,”

“I’ll be in the shower,” I said as I released him and got out of bed. As I took off my red dress, I could feel Brett’s eyes glued on my body. I turned around. He was definitely staring at my ass.

“What!” He said. “You have a nice ass. You would make loads of money in that strip club showing that hot sexy body of your,” he said while smiling.

I laughed and threw him my pink lace panties I just took off. He caught it and put it too his nose. He took a sniff of the moist musk sent and chuckled. I just turned around and walked my naked ass towards the bathroom.

 

Lola was actually sexual molested by her father at a younger age, but because of site guide lines I had to move her age up!!!

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