Robert Vickers - Hooker housewife

The woman chuckled, obviously in recollection. "You know, one of my best tricks is a judge. It'd be a real trip to be pulled up in front of him. The DA's gonna scream bloody murder if that happens."

The jailer came and called out, "Karen Deilman."

The whore jumped to her feet and said, "Here I am, Sonny! Did I get sprung?"

Sonny said, "Damn right, Karen. See you later, eh?" He gave her ass a pinch as she went out of the cell.

Karen turned back to Denise and advised, "You better find yourself some high powered help, babe. You got a nice tush, but the cops'll get it tossed in the slammer for a long time."

"How would Duke be… for a… a manager?"

"Duke? Hell, he's the best around. See you later – maybe!" With that, Karen went down the row. She had her hand down the front of the jailer's trousers. Denise didn't miss that or any of the other friendliness shown to the hooker.

Denise thought hard, then remembered Duke's phone number. She called him rater than an attorney.

"Duke? This is Denise Stockton."

"Hey, good to hear from you. Changed your mind about joining my stable?"

"Uh… yeah. Except I'm in jail. I'll agree to work for you but you have to get me out of here."

"See you in an hour."

As good as his word, Duke was at the jail and had Denise free on bond. He told her, "I'll take care of those two bozos who screwed you around like that. Now, let's get down to the nitty-gritty. I don't have a place to put you up yet so you can stay at my pad for the time being. It'll get you acquainted with the way I work!"

The black pimp laughed uproariously as they drove off in his car.

Denise sat back in the luxurious seat of the Rolls Royce that Duke drove while she thought. She could make good money working as a whore for the black pimp. He seemed to have all kinds of connections. He was a politically powerful man.

She could do a lot worse than go along with him. "Duke, I think I'm going to like this arrangement a lot. I… I'm sorry I didn't take you up on the offer before I got caught and tossed in the slammer. But, well, you know how it is."

"Yeah, babe, sure do. Every chick that blows into town thinks she can make it on her own. Sooner or later, they leave, get tossed in the tank or come around. I'm glad you decided to come around. I know a dozen guys who'd just love that ass of yours!"

Denise reached over and unzipped the black man's fly. She massaged for a moment until the ten-inch rod of black cock snapped out, erect and ready for anything.

"Hey, honky, what you doin'?"

"Shut up and drive. And leave it to me to shift your gears!"

Denise dived down to the man's crotch and took his ebony cock into her mouth and began to suck. Denise would give Duke the blow job of his life. She'd become his number one girl.

She'd rise to the top of the heap and show Clark and Ray and the rest of those bastards that she could make it on her own!