Foreword
Mona wrapped her lean, naked, brown body in a huge bath towel as she stepped out of the tub. She shivered as her wet, bare feet touched the tiled floor of the lavishly decorated bathroom.
She peered at her beautiful, black skinned features in the mirror and smiled to herself.
"Damn, I'm really looking good tonight," she thought. "If Styles is suspicious, I'm sure as hell ready to take his mind off it tonight."
She slowly pulled the towel off her black nudity.
"Yeah, I'm hot and ready," she thought. She cupped her hands under her large, round breasts and pointed her long black nipples at her image in the gold framed mirror.
"Come and get it, baby," she thought lustingly. "Just you come with that big, delicious prick of yours and ram it in."
She pressed her thighs together tightly. The thought of the naked body of her pimp sent a sharp pang of lust through her wet, naked form.
Her nipples grew long and hard as she rubbed the soft towel over her firm, round, chocolate colored buttocks. She felt the pink meat of her cunt lips swell, and begin to moisten. She tossed the towel aside and drew a silk robe over her naked body.
She stepped out of the bathroom and walked across the plushly-carpeted living room to her bedroom in the massive suite that Styles made his home and office.
She was lost in her thoughts when she entered the large, expensively decorated bedroom and didn't see Styles sitting on her massive bed. Standing in front of a large, full length mirror, she opened the front of the robe and studied her body with a proud eye.
"Hello, baby."
The smooth, soft voice startled her out of her sexual thoughts.
"Damn! You must move like a cat," she said, turning her head sharply around and seeing the pimp sitting on her bed.
Styles stared deep into her dark brown eyes. "Bet the bitch think's she's going to get clean away with it," he thought.
He stepped slowly away from the bed and stood behind Mona. She thrust her shoulders back as he reached around her lean, supple body and untied the string holding her robe closed.
"Oh Styles, honey," she murmured as he pressed his smooth hands into her naked flesh.
"There is something I want to talk to you about," he began, his voice tone controlled, even.
A chill feeling of fear ran through Mona. "My God," she thought, beginning to tremble. "He knows!"
That cold, cruel look in the pimp's eyes could mean only one thing.