The Pink Pony Express

Gisele shut the door reluctantly and sat down in the closest chair to the door.

Becky sighed and went to explain to Angelina about the clothes hanging in her closet. “Mr. Oliver has the old girls give the new girls clothes. That’s why your closet was already filled even before you came here.”

“There must be a ton of girls who work for Mr. Oliver because this is more clothes than I have ever had in my entire life.” Angelina said. Like a little child in a candy store she touched the assortment of clothes with wide eyes.

“Work is calling, Becky.” Gisele called from the living room.

Becky told Angelina to pack a small bag she would find on her closet floor of costumes she would like to bring with her to work on her first day. “We have to get to the club soon. There should be a small bag on the floor. Put the costumes you’re going to wear tonight in it.” 

Angelina couldn’t decide what she wanted to wear so she asked Becky a few times for her opinions, while Gisele was making noises rudely from the living room. “Do you think I should wear the red peacock dress with the black mask or the blue cocktail dress and black pantyhose?” 

“I think the blue cocktail dress will be fine.” Becky said patiently, even though inside she was growing impatient with each passing second.

“Tick tock, tick tock…” Gisele hummed loud enough for Becky to hear.

“Which one goes better with me? The aqua halter and black shorts or the pink hater and blue shorts?” Angelina said holding both up to her for Becky to see.

“I think the aqua halter will go nicely with your complexion.” Becky told her barely giving the outfit a glance.

“Tick tock, tick tock.” Gisele continued humming.

“You think so? Maybe I should bring the yellow thong bathing suit or should I wear the white angel suit?” Angelina said with her hand on her hips and a frown creasing her beautiful face.

“The angel suit, guys will go crazy over it. Mostly ever girl has one already, but the act never gets old.” Becky said sweetly turning away so Angelina could not see the impatience’s that was slowly covering her face.

“Becky, I’m ready to leave.” Gisele exclaimed loudly.

“Are you ready, Angelina? We really should be going.” Becky said.

“Just give me a second.” Angelina mumbled as she stuffed everything into the medium size Guess traveling bag. 

Becky heard the front door close and knew Gisele was already walking down to the car. 

Even though Angelina had asked for a second, it took five extra minutes before she was really ready to leave. When they were back downstairs getting ready to leave the hotel, a fellow worker by the name Lena asked if she could get a ride too. “Becky, Gisele…can I get a lift?”

Lena was the beautiful blonde/brunette who was always asking for rides and favors. Although she was always asking for loans and giving out IOUs she was a good friend and was there for her fellow dancers.

“Of course you can get a ride.” Becky said brightly.

Gisele rolled her eyes and settled herself in the front seat of the blue corvette. 

“What’s eating her?” Lena asked as she settled in the back seat next to Angelina.

“You know how Gisele is.” Becky said. “By the way, Lena this is Angelina. She’s one of Mr. Oliver’s new girls.”

“Please to meet you, Angelina.” Lena said shaking Angelina’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Angelina replied back to Lena.

“Can we just fuckin’ get to work, already?” Gisele said loudly.

Lena whispered to Angelina, “You know how every group has a badass?” 

Angelina nodded her head.

“Well, Gisele is ours.” Lena informed her. “She’s one hell of a badass.”

A quickie with tbe boss

Angelina went straight to Mr. Oliver’s office to meet the man she hadn’t seen in two years in person. 

“Mr. Oliver, a young woman is here to see you.” The secretary at the front said buzzing Angelina in.

“Let her in Janet.” A manly voice came out as Angelina was led into Mr. Oliver’s office firmly by the arm. Once inside the secretary let go of her arm and shut the door. 

“Mr. Oliver?” Angelina breathed nervously.

“Hello, Angel.” Mr. Oliver whispered. 

“Is it really you?” Angelina said running to hug the middle aged man. 

“Yes, it’s really me. How’s my baby, doing?” He asked her as he hugged the young girl.

“I’m doing well now, since you saved me.” 

“I only did what I promised to do. Remember I promised you that if you wanted to come here, I would find a way to get you back home to the glorious US.” Mr. Oliver said.

“Yes, I remember. And I told you I’d do anything. I signed my body over to you to be free here.” Angelina said remembering that day two years ago when Mr. Oliver had found the homeless girl sneaking into a club in Argentina. 

“You did. Are you having regrets?” Mr. Oliver asked the young girl. 

“No sir. The hotel was beautiful. You’ve taken me out of the streets. You helped me come home to the land of the free and you gave me a home. What more I could I want?”

“I hope you’re happy with me. I do the best I can for my girls.” Mr. Oliver said proudly as if he had done a good service for human kind.

“I am sure I will be sir. Is there anything I can do for you, since you’ve done so much for me?” Angelina said with a bright smile that was absolutely wicked.

“No Angel, I don’t need anything.” Mr. Oliver said.

“Are you sure? I do give good services.” Angelina boasted.

“Are you tempting me my little Angel?” Mr. Oliver asked clearly enjoying her willingness. 

“Do you want to be tempted?” Angelina asked in return. Mr. Oliver fell silent and it was as if the two were done playing their cat and mouse game. Angelina once more clung to Mr. Oliver, but this time in a different way. The first time had been personal, this was all physical. 

“How I’ve missed having you in my arms, Angel.” Mr. Oliver whispered to her. 

“I’ve missed you too. Let me give you a little taste of what you’ve missed.” Angelina teased him as she lowered herself onto her knees before him and with trembling hands she began unzipping his pants. 

Angelina slowly pulled out Mr. Oliver’s seven inches and stared at his incredibly large manhood. “My, my you’ve got quite a god between your legs.”

He skimmed his hands through her hair and gently tugged it to his swollen manhood. The moment her lips met him, he sucked in a deep breath saying, “Oh God!”

Angelina grasped his manhood firmly between her two hands and began sucking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. 

“Oh yes, just like that…” Mr. Oliver moaned as he began rocking his hips back and forth to the rhythm of her mouth sucking his cock.

She still took him deeper into his mouth until his length began to disappear…

Two inches…

“That’s it baby, take it in slowly…” He hissed.

Four inches…

“You’re mouth is so lovely…” He breathed as he watched her take a little more into her small, but plump mouth. 

Six and a half inches…

“Keep going baby, don’t stop!” He said as she almost had his entire length consumed with the scorching heat from her mouth.

All seven inches of his thick flesh filled Angelina’s mouth. She feared if he were any bigger she might have choked. But she handled his seven inches very well. She sucked him and put pressure with the closing and opening of her mouth. 

“Oh shit baby, keep that up.” He said as she continued sucking his length and played with his balls.

After what seemed like eternity, Mr. Oliver’s body jerked and his eyes began rolling into the back of his head.

Angelina doubled her efforts, sucking harder, squeezing his balls and in a frantic pace.

Five minutes Mr. Oliver let out a hoarse scream, his energy was wasted and he felt warm and satisfied. As he came back down from his climax Angelina rose from the floor and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Mr. Oliver could taste himself on her lips and the tip of her tongue as she darted it in and out of his mouth. But just as quickly as the kissing session began she pulled away. “I have to get back to work. The girls will wonder where I am.” 

Reluctantly he let her go. “Of course, how could I forget? Perhaps another time we will finish this.”

As he watch her leave the room and close the door softly behind her, he thought to himself, it would be nice having Angelina working for him. Maybe they could make a few memories to go along with the ones he had of her in Argentina.