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Tracie Applies For A Job
by Stam (jcorboy4679@hotmail.com)

***

Tracie applies for an escort job, but at 19 she's too 
young to be hired... officially. (M/F-teen, prost)

***

I got up from my desk, poured myself a drink and sat on 
the long, comfortable couch that I have in my office. I 
leaned back, loosened my tie, prepared to relax a 
little. This was the part of my job that I enjoyed the 
best.

Tracie, a luscious brunette, uncrossed her legs and 
stood from where she was sitting, across from where I 
had been working at my desk. I admired her very sexy 
walk as she crossed the room to stand in front of me.

I managed not to whistle although I considered it. As I 
might have said, she was a luscious little package. 
Tracie was small, maybe 5 ft. 2. Hers was a cute face, 
perfect skin, well made-up, but not slutty. She had on 
wet-looking, glossy pink lip gloss. She had flowing, 
shiny hair brushing her shoulders. Her silky see-
through blouse allowed me to see a frilly, black bra 
that was holding what appeared to be a pair of real 
beauties. 

Her breasts weren't large, maybe 34C, my expert eyes 
told me, but I could see that they were spilling out of 
the sexy looking bra and they looked creamy and smooth. 
Even though they weren't monster knockers, her tit-
mounds looked pretty spectacular on her small frame. 
She had a narrow waist and as my eyes wandered lower I 
could see she widened out at the hips because she had 
one lovely, honey of an ass. It remained to be seen how 
well she could shake it.

Tracie was applying for a job and it was time for her 
to prove to me she was qualified.

My name is Pete and I work for a major escort service. 
A no bull-shit escort service. Some of the services in 
town, believe it or not, provided only escorting 
services and the girls did not provide sex. Other 
services did provide sex at the end of the night but 
the client was required to haggle with the girls, first 
about whether she was going to lay him or not and then 
about the price. 

Our operation did away with all the guess work and 
games. We paid off certain members of vice and we 
operated with virtual impunity. Our customers were 
generally among the elite in town and knew up-front 
what they were getting. High-class girls, first-class 
tail!

When Tracie had been escorted into my office by my 
secretary, I could feel stirrings in my prick because I 
could see immediately that she had what it took to work 
for me. On the surface at least. She was a hottie! But 
being one of 'our girls' took more than that. 
Physically, she had the package, all right. But I was 
just as impressed, as she stood across from me, letting 
me admire the view, that she looked me straight in the 
eye. 

She exuded sex! It was dripping from her! I could tell, 
besides her physical assets, she had that certain look 
of complete sexual self-confidence and assurance that 
in itself was very sexy. A dynamite body was necessary 
for this business, obviously, but almost as important 
was the attitude. Tracie seemed to have it.

"Good afternoon, Tracie," I said. "My name is Pete 
Decker. Mmmmm, not a bad shape, doll. So you want to 
join my organization? Sit. Tell me a little about 
yourself, and why you want to work for me."

Tracie had on a tight leather skirt and she turned 
slightly to pull out the chair making sure I got a good 
view of her well-formed, jiggly ass-globes. The skirt 
was short and I felt my prick swell more as I glimpsed 
the garter that was holding up the nylons she was 
wearing. She made a production of fitting that luscious 
ass into the chair, watching me, watch her, the whole 
time.

"Well, Mr. Decker," she started. I noted she had a low, 
throaty, sexy voice. So far, so good.

"I'm 19, married right out of high school and I have 
been a stay-at-home wife 'til now. So I have no work 
experience for a resume. I know I'm pretty and I'm good 
company so I figured I'd make a good escort."

She was meeting my gaze evenly, making no effort to 
adjust her clothes to cover where my eyes were staring. 
The short skirt allowed me to see most of her smooth-
looking, exquisitely-shaped, nylon-covered legs and her 
see-through blouse and frilly bra exposed a lot of her 
dynamite-looking tits!

"What is your husband going to think of you doing 
this?"

Tracy crossed her silky-looking legs, causing her skirt 
to rise up even more and she leaned forward slightly. 
"Frankly, Mr. Decker, I don't give a damn anymore what 
he thinks. He works too much and I'm lonely. And he 
never gives me enough money. I want to earn some of my 
own. Escorting sounded like fun."

I wasn't sure whether Tracie was naïve about what we 
did here or was just shy to talk about it. Whatever, it 
was time. I usually hit them with it right about now. 
When I told them what they were hiring on to do, some 
women got indignant and would twist their tails right 
out of my office. After telling me what they thought of 
me, of course. But no use wasting my valuable time.

"Tracie, we don't really escort anyone here, except to 
bed! Suppose you tell me why you want to fuck for a 
living?"

She never blinked an eye. "Fucking?" she queried in an 
amused voice, feigning shock, "You mean this job 
involves sleeping with strange men?"

I laughed. "Nope, staying awake with them. And fucking 
the hell out of them. The job doesn't just involve 
fucking. That is the job! Pure and simple. Do you like 
to fuck, Tracie?"

If the girl hasn't left by now, she is probably 
interested.

It seemed Tracie might be. Leastways, her sexy ass 
remained in the chair. A lot of women walked out at 
this point. "How much money could I earn?"

"Plenty, doll." I told her, still admiring her form, 
"You've got a good look. We take our cut, of course, 
for administration and protection but you'll make out 
O.K. And any tips the client gives you, over and above 
our basic fee, are yours to keep. Interested, Tracie?"

"When would I start?"

"All our girls have to pass an initial test and then 
are given a course in any areas found to be lacking."

"A fucking test?" Tracie smiled. I guess she found that 
the idea of being tested on her fucking, amusing. "And 
who administers this test?"

"Me, of course, doll." I said smoothly. "I rate you in 
the sack. That way I can help you brush up on areas 
where I think you can do better. And I'll know better 
which clients to set you up with. For instance, say you 
are a super good cocksucker, I'll pair you with guys 
that like especially that. Simple."

Tracie wasn't liking me much right now. But she 
remained sitting although her eyes, while still meeting 
my gaze evenly, had narrowed as she considered. "Mr. 
Decker, do you have to be so crude? And just to get it 
straight, to be considered, I have to sleep with you?"

I chuckled. "I told you, doll. Stay awake with me. 
Entertain me. Fuck my brains out. There's no other way, 
sweetie." I told her cheerfully. "I run things here and 
I run them the way I like. If you don't like that, 
Tracie, better you take lovely little form out of here, 
right now."

I've got to admit I was hoping she wouldn't. As I might 
have mentioned, Tracie had a gorgeous little body and 
some of those tiny girls were real hell-cats in the 
sack. My prick was hard and I was looking forward to 
putting Tracie's bedroom skills to the test.

"When would this happen, Mr. Decker?" Tracie asked, 
inquisitively. Good. She was still interested.

"Right now, baby!" I was starting to get excited. It 
was seeming to look like I might be soon throwing a 
fuck into this hot little number. "Just say you want to 
go to work for me and you'll soon be pounding some 
prick! Would you like that, Tracie? Do you think your 
prick-sliding skills will measure up?"

Tracie's eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure I like you or 
your attitude, Mr. Decker."

"That's tough, doll. Because my word is law around 
here. There may be lots of guys you don't like, who I 
may call on you to fuck them senseless anyway. You 
don't have to like it, but you have to be able to make 
them believe you like it. The best girls make the john 
believe he is a real special stud and under any other 
circumstances she wouldn't think of taking money for 
such a good fucking."

"And what if I don't feel like fucking you, Mr. 
Decker?"

"I already told you! You can shake your pretty tail 
right the hell out of here. I'm a busy man! Right now 
I'm going to pour myself a drink and go over to my 
couch. Think for a few minutes, if you need to, but, if 
you stay, I want you to wiggle your fanny on over and 
show me a little strip, to get me hot!"

I was already hot but I wasn't about to tell her that! 
So I went and got a drink and relaxed on the couch and 
waited.

I don't mind telling you, guys, hot little Tracie had 
my prick swelled up pretty good. And my cock lurched 
and leaked as she didn't make me wait long. She might 
not like me much but I could tell she was intrigued. 
She probably imagined different fucking adventures with 
different studs when she took a fucking from her 
husband. Tracie soon stood and wiggled her way in front 
of me. Slowly she started to unbutton her blouse.

"Is this what you wanted, Mr. Decker?" Her voice was 
icy now. "Will seeing my tits make you hot?" All the 
throaty sexiness was gone from her voice as she looked 
at me, dislike in her eyes and a very saccharine smile 
on her face.

I reached up, grasped her wrist and slapped her!

She jumped back and rubbed her stinging cheek.

"Don't waste my time, baby! Right now you've got all 
the sex appeal of my mother-in-law. You're selling 
fantasy and sex, doll! Is that the best you've got?"

"It's hard when I don't like you, Mr. Decker."

"Well, I'm hard," I smiled, "and I'm not sure I like 
you, doll. You don't like me? I told you, baby, that's 
tough. Do you think you'll 'like' all your johns? Come 
on! Grow up! Get into it, baby! Now sit here beside me. 
Pull your skirt up, cross your legs and undo your 
stockings. Dangle your high heels on your toes as you 
do that and then kick them off. Roll your stockings 
slowly down your legs, one at a time. If your john is a 
leg man he'll go fucking nuts over that!"

Tracie sat and extended her luscious legs out in front 
of her so I could enjoy the view. Then she followed 
instructions and crossed her legs, dangled her strappy 
shoes and teasingly undid her garters. 

"That's it, doll. Now, caress your legs as you roll 
those stockings down. Slowly. Smile at me, babe!" I 
sipped my drink and watched her. She seemed to be 
getting more comfortable and into it. She rolled her 
stockings down, one silky leg at a time and dropped 
them in my lap. 

"How do you like Tracie's legs, Pete, dear?" she asked. 
"What'll they feel like wrapped around you?" I smiled. 
That throaty sexiness was coming back in her voice.

"Mmmmm. They look smooth and silky, doll-face. Gimme a 
feel." I placed my hands on her thighs, massaged 
lightly and ran them the length of her legs, down to 
her ankle and back. Just as they looked, Tracie's legs 
were very smooth and silky to my touch and Tracie 
shivered.

"O.K., sweet-ums, be slow and sexy and show me your 
titties!"

I kept massaging Tracie's legs and she kept shivering 
as her thighs seemed to heat up under my touch. Her 
breaths were becoming a little sharper now. Was she 
starting to pant for it? Smiling at me and scrunching 
her face slightly as I rubbed and tickled her legs, she 
slowly undid the buttons of her blouse and shrugged it 
off. Her titties were cuddled in a silky black bra and 
she cupped her mounds and offered them to my horny eyes 
for inspection.

"Wow, baby-doll! Nice rack. Get that bra off and let 
Pete have a real good look." I don't mind telling you 
guys, I've seen and handled a lot of tits in my day. 
Didn't matter. I was fucking anxious to get my hands on 
Tracie's hot-looking knockers. My palms were itching 
and my mouth was watering.

"What's your hurry, Pete?" Tracie cooed at me. Was she 
really getting into this interview now? I hoped so. 
"Don't you want to kiss me?"

I shrugged. I dearly wanted to taste those glossy, 
scrumptious lips but, 'be professional, Pete', I told 
myself. To her I said, "Kissing is up to you, babe. 
Most of the girls prefer not to kiss their johns. Most 
whores don't. Your johns won't expect it but there 
might be some big tips for you if you don't mind a 
little kissing."

"There you go, being crude again, Mr. Decker. So I'm 
going to be a whore. Do you have to keep reminding me? 
I sure as fuck am not going to kiss you, sir! I only 
kiss men I like!" Tracie for sure wasn't liking me much 
better yet. But her arms went behind her to undo her 
bra. Her tits poked out at me, big time. My eyes were 
gleaming.

"Yes, you are going to be a whore, Tracie. The quicker 
you get used to the idea and put it out of your mind 
the better for everyone! What the fuck is there to be 
ashamed about?"

"I'm not ashamed. I just don't like having you throw it 
in my face."

Once the lacy bra was undone she held it over her 
breasts to tease me. Good instincts. She wasn't going 
to let me see her puppies all at once. She was working 
me up and I was sure her john would be going nuts by 
now.

She shivered as she rubbed the silky material of the 
bra all over her tits, making them jiggle and wobble, 
letting the glorious-looking nipples peek-a-boo out 
once in awhile. I was anxious to see the whole rack, 
bare. She licked her glossy lips and watched my eyes.

Then she flung the bra and those delectable titties 
were poking out for me! Tracie had a pair of real 
honeys! Like I said, they weren't all that large but 
they sure were creamy and had a magnificent shape. They 
were firm and stood up proud with just a slight jiggle 
to them and were capped by huge dark aureoles covering 
the whole end of each boob! A long, pink nipple poked 
out of the center. If we had both been standing, I 
could see that those nipples would angle right at a 
man's eyes!

Her voice was sexy and seductive. "How 'bout these 
tits, Pete? Pretty fucking nice, wouldn't you say? 
Would you like a taste?"

Tracie took my hands from her thighs and arching her 
back to poke her boobies out further, my cock pulsed as 
she placed her knockers in my eager hands.

I groaned and shoved Tracie onto her back. I lay atop 
her and went at her firm, luscious babies like there 
was no tomorrow. Let me tell you. I stuck my face 
between the hills and licked all around. Her tits rode 
high but I shoved those babies higher. I cupped and 
squeezed and cuddled. I licked and kissed and sucked. 
Tracie lay back and moaned and her sugary nipples 
stretched and poked out further. She might not have the 
biggest tits I've ever seen but her nipples had 
excellent reach and I was bringing them out, full 
measure.

I was enthralled by kissing her boobs and my prick was 
dancing and drooling in my pants. I liked her moans. I 
got the feeling she was acting but, what the hell, she 
was good.

You know, man, I could have spent hours just kissing 
those tits but my prick was throbbing and demanding to 
be free. I did have other things to do this afternoon 
besides this job interview.

So, I left Tracie sprawled, mostly naked, on the couch 
and stood to remove my clothes. Her tits were sparkling 
in the fluorescent lighting, with my drool.

As I shucked my clothes, I spoke encouragingly to 
Tracie who was lying quietly watching me. "Are you hot 
for cock, babe? Wiggle your ass out of that skirt! You 
should be telling the john you're creaming for his 
prick, by now. And don't try telling me that you didn't 
like me playing with your titties. Remember to make 
sure you tell the john you loved it. They all want to 
hear what big studs they are!"

"What the hell," she said, disposing of her skirt. 
"Sure thing, Decker. My boobies have always loved being 
played with and sucked. And yeah, even a shit like you 
sucking my nipples felt good. And don't worry. I can 
throw a hot fuck and I'll hot-fuck you. And I'll 
pretend to like it. But you can be sure I won't. I told 
you, Mr. Decker, I don't like you. I think your 
attitude stinks."

I chuckled. "Well, honey-bunch, tough-titty. We'll 
worry about my attitude some other day. Right now we 
need to work a little more on your attitude. We're 
going to fuck now and I'd advise you to make me believe 
that you're loving it. You don't have to enjoy it, I 
could care less. Your job is to make sure the john 
enjoys it. I'm the john. Make me believe it!" I grabbed 
my pecker and stroked it. "How about a warm-up suck-job 
on this prick? How are you at sucking dick? Most johns 
are going to want those lips on his pecker!"

"O.K., Decker. I like your pecker." Tracie laughed at 
her rhyme. "I admit that is a pretty nice prick. And I 
do like those low-hanging balls. I'm a pretty fair 
dick-licker, so I've been told. Come on over here and 
I'll munch on it for you."

I grinned and stepped forward giving Tracie my cock. 
She might not like me but damn, she wasn't lying. She 
was one hell of a cocksucker. Maybe she sucked her way 
through high school to be virgin lady for hubby. I 
don't know. She started by licking my ball-sack and 
then kissed up and down my shaft. Hot, wet, sucking 
kisses. My prick began glistening with her spit and 
those warm, soft lips were causing my knob to drool 
with clear fuck-fluid for Tracie to lick up. Her mouth 
was hot and wet. When she opened her lips I poked my 
cock right in!

I noticed that one of Tracie's hands was playing with 
her pussy and that her cunt-lips were becoming wet. I 
guess some cocksucking was getting her more into the 
spirit!

I moved Tracie's hand. Her crack was neatly shaven and 
I bent to give it a few good licks. Tracie squealed as 
I cunt-lapped up and down and tickled her clitty with 
the point of my tongue. 

Her body began to wiggle and shake and her moans around 
my pole became deeper and louder. Rivers of cream 
started pouring out of her. Mmmmm, nummy! The johns 
were in for a tasty treat if they took the time to go 
down on Tracie! I made a mental note to point that out 
to any johns I sent her to.

I hated to do it but I managed to drag my cock out of 
Tracie's sucking mouth. Before this interview was over 
I needed to blast some cum in there. Most johns loved 
that and I had to be sure Tracie knew what to do with a 
mouthful of cock-spunk, but first things first. She 
might not like me, but I had her snatch pulsing and 
creaming and crying for cock!

"Are you going to fuck me now, Decker? Well, then sling 
me some prick, stud!" Tracie was still giving me some 
attitude. It was a little better now but, hopefully it 
was just me she didn't like because she put out a nice 
suck-job and so far I was sure she could put a smile on 
any john's face.

I took my throbbing prick in hand and rubbed the knob 
all over Tracie's gash causing her to gasp. Her spit 
had my pecker-head pretty well lubed but I added to it 
with hot, oily cunt-cream. She seemed tight but I 
spread her wet, fat cunt-lips and lodged the head of my 
prick in her cunny.

That sure made her wiggle her ass and whine! I gave her 
a few short, teasing, slippery prick-pokes and Tracy 
hugged my back and whined, "Oh, Decker, quit fucking 
around. If you're going to bang me, bang me good, you 
bastard!"

Good sign. She was either panting for it now or was 
being a very good actress because, at this point, I 
really believed Tracie was hot for cock! My cock! And 
she didn't even like me. I slid my hands under her and 
cuddled her smooth, lush ass-cheeks. I popped a tasty 
nipple in my mouth. Then I pulled her ass hard up to me 
at the same time as I prick-stabbed down. My hard nine-
incher sank fully into Tracie and she yelped and 
wriggled all over. My cock thought it was on an out-of-
control merry-go-round as Tracie began to throw her 
cunt all over the place.

Oh, buddy, all of a sudden, what a fuck we were having! 
I would give a solid prick-stab down into Tracie and 
she would bounce her ass on the couch and sling her 
cunt right back up at me. Her pussy was runny and 
clingy and as I would do an outstroke her cunt-walls 
would suck and kiss at my prick. My cock has been 
cuddled by a lot of cunts but none that were as alive 
as Tracie's. She was going to be a hell of a whore!

I didn't have any idea if Tracie was liking me, 
personally, any better but her yelps and squeals and 
love-bites on my shoulders told me she was loving the 
fuck.

I hunched my hips, grinding my cock deeper and longer 
into Tracie. She was whining and grinding right back, 
giving as good as she got. She panted into my ear, 
urging me to fuck her harder!

Hot, hot thrills were running up and down my spine as 
Tracie's snapper cuddled my prick and jacked at it. She 
was pissing out cunt-honey as I prick-poked her to 
another cum. Familiar tingles told me I was getting set 
to get my nuts off myself. I saw no reason to hold 
back!

Tracie tangled those luscious legs around me as I sent 
my cock as deep into her as it could go. My body 
stiffened and the thrills increased as I hosed down her 
twat with squirt after squirt of warm cock-cream.

Tracie's nails were making tracks on my back as she 
shuddered with her cums and whimpered into my ear. "Oh, 
Pete Decker, you cocker you! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Hit me 
again, Pete!"

I chuckled. "Why Miss Tracie," Her cunt was 
contracting, squeezing around my cock, keeping it hard. 
"May I presume that you like the way old Pete fucks 
you?"

She gave a throaty laugh. "Shut up and keep fucking, 
Decker."

I gave her a few more prick stabs then she yelled, "No-
o-o-o-o-o!" as I pulled my prick from her snatch. I 
stood up and rubbed my cock-head on her lips. She 
licked the head.

Tracie hadn't wanted me to pull my prick from her warm 
and pulsing snapper but she changed her tune when she 
tasted my dripping pole. She liked gobbling my dick! 
"Oh, yes, Mmmmmm," Tracy moaned as she sucked my pecker 
into her mouth and licked all around, tasting our 
combined juices.

I played with her hair and her boobs as she kissed and 
licked and sucked my rod, gurgling all the time how 
much she had loved the fuck. The johns would really 
like this! I extracted my cock from her mouth and let 
her lick my ball-bag and hum a tune on my nuts.

"Are you a cum-guzzler, Tracie? When a man shoots his 
cream do you like to lick it up for him? Most johns 
will expect that! Well, here's a sackful for that 
beautiful mouth!"

I lodged my cock-head back in her mouth, shivered with 
thrills as she licked it and squirted Tracie a mouthful 
of cum she wouldn't soon forget! 

Tracie kept my knob right where it was and let me fill 
her mouth with my ropey spurts of cum. She only 
swallowed when her mouth was full to make room for more 
cock-juice because, despite the fact I had blasted her 
a pussyful just a few minutes earlier, her talented 
mouth had me pumping out another solid load.

I knew most guys would go fucking nuts with Tracie as, 
when I was done shooting, she played with my mouthful 
of cum, watching me and letting me know how much she 
loved having her mouth full of my cock-juice.

She pushed me down on the couch and her head went down 
to my crotch. She dribbled her mouthful of cum back 
onto my cock and licked it all around, bathing my nuts 
in the warm cream. It was extremely sexy watching her 
lick the cum back off my prick and balls and then – 
slurp – she sucked it all down into that delectable 
tummy.

Man, oh, man she was going to be a hell of a whore! I 
already had her first 10 appointments lined up in my 
mind. 

Tracie cuddled up beside me on the couch and kissed my 
chest. 

"What about it, Pete? How did I do? Did I pass your 
test?"

Her voice was smoky and warm again. She had started out 
not liking me and faking her reactions but somewhere in 
the middle of our hot fuck her attitude had changed. 
Some broads were like that. You just had to fuck some 
sense into them.

"Don't get a swelled head, baby, but I have to be 
honest. That's the best piece of tail I've had this 
week."

She laughed. "And how many pieces of tail have you had 
this week, Mr. Decker?" Then Tracie paid me quite a 
compliment. She pulled my head down and her warm, soft 
lips snuggled up against mine. I could taste the 
remnants of her lip-gloss, most of it was on my cock, 
and she gave me tender, but hot kisses, lots of tongue 
action that had my prick soon standing up tall again.

Her little hand grasped my prick and pumped it, her 
thumb rubbing around the head as new, clear fuck-fluid 
starting drooling out of my piss-slot.

I slung her back down on the couch, lined up with her 
creamy bulls-eye and groaned as I sank nuts-deep into 
Tracie again!

Her arms went around my neck and pulled my mouth to 
hers for a hot, slobbery kiss.

"Give me another cock-ride, Petey-boy!" she moaned into 
my lips. She thrust her hips up off the couch while I 
horsed my cock home.

Tracie grunted and groaned, hunched her cunt for a cum 
and smiled up at me. "You've got one hell of a job for 
yourself, don't you, lover?"

I started humping her faster and grinned.

I guess you could say she was hired. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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