Chris asked: Promotion Work Slip and MILFication: Taylor Hebert suddenly receives a message informing her that she is now a pimp, and the owner of five bordellos around Brockton Bay.
Taylor was still stunned as she stared down at the paper slip in her hand.
Some suit had stopped her on her way to school, informing her that she wouldn’t be going there anymore, and that she’d been Promoted, before shoving a card into her hand, announcing her new job.
Pimp.
And so, Taylor turned around, and began making her way over to the address printed on the card. Not even for a second did she think to fight the Promotion or try to understand how this could happen.
She had been Promoted to pimp, and that was that.
Though, ‘that was that’ sounded quite negative. Taylor was actually quite happy to have been promoterd, and couldn’t help but smile a bit. Not even graduaterd highschool, and she already had a job- and even several establishments apparently! Finally, things seemed to be looking up for her.
But as she walked into the bad side of town, doubt started to creep into her mind. Who’d ever heard of a fifteen year old pimp after all?
But as soon as she asked herself the question, the world answered. Taylor’s strides lengthened as she grew, her clothes tightening around her figure as she began rapidly aging. Her flat chest began swelling, remaining lithe, but also definitely pushing against her hoodie. Her hips widened and her legs lengthened, until her phat, heart-shaped ass was left pendulously swinging atop vertiginous legs that confidently ate up the distance separating Taylor from her new property. Not only that, but muscles defined themselves against her skin, faint abs poking at her stomach, and the slight strain she’d felt at walking this distance vanishing as her thighs thickened and tightened.
Her perfectly maintained black hair lengthened as well, until the tip of it tickled the top of her ass, only to then somehow darken even more, until the raven locks seemed to drink in the ambient light and never release it. Her glasses remodeled themselves to fit her sharpening features, her piercing green eyes suddenly highlighted by a dark eyeshadow that made more than one man walking past her stumble as she pinned them in place with a glare.
By the time Taylor reached the first bordello on her list, she was no longer Taylor Hebert, gangly teen, but Taylor Hebert, mature bitch.
She walked into the place, ignoring the man at the door trying to stop her, only giving him a heart-stopping glare that made him freeze in place. Her feet seemed to know exactly where to go- which made sense given that this was her bordello, and she quickly made her way to the main office, where another woman was sitting. The previous madam no doubt.
Taylor didn’t even bother answering her question, simply slapping her Promotion card on the desk. “Your services are no longer necessary.” She said, her voice coming out in a threatening purr she’d never used before, making the madam blink as she stared down at the card, before cursing.
“Fucking- fine.” She bit out, standing up furiously, clearly quite upset at having lost her business. “But don’t think I’m letting you keep my girls, bitch. And you can be the one to negotiate with Lung to know what happened here!” She nearly snarled as she stood up, making Taylor blink.
Oh right. A pimp not being affiliated to one of the gangs would no doubt run into problems. And she doubted Lung would appreciate a white girl owning bordellos in his territory. How was she supposed to be a pimp in Brockton Bay without some capes of her own?
But in the question lied the answer. She already was a pimp. Meaning she had to be a cape.
As the previous madam walked past her, Taylor’s arm shot out, and grabbed her by the throat, before pulling her back and slamming her back against the desk.
“Fucking- Bitch! What do you think you’re doing? If you think Lung’s gonna- g-gonna- guuhhhh…” The whore’s words died down as her pupils dilated, and Taylor sighed pleasurably as she felt her victims’ mind melting under her touch, quite literally draining it of defiance and dominance.
Somehow, despite only having the power for the last few seconds, Taylor was certain that this was how she’d become the woman she was today. Draining more and more and more dominance out of countless victims until they were left as submissive loveslaves who’d beg for the privilege to be turned out by her.
Taylor licked her lips as the bitch began whimpering, looking up at Taylor pitifully while bucking her hips like a bitch in heat, and Taylor couldn’t help but laugh at her.
“No. All of my girls will be staying here, yourself included.” She said, and the nameless whore nodded in agreement desperately, before collapsing to the ground once Taylor released her, leaving her to masturbate while staring up at her Mistress in desperate arousal, making Taylor’s pussy moisten.
Well, she might still have four other bordellos to inform of a change in leadership, but she could take the time to train her newest bitch personally, no?
Not only that, but once she was done reminding everyone that this was her town, she would have to start looking into expanding her business, like a proper working woman.
Maybe she’d visit some new bordellos and convince them that a change in ownership was in order.
Or maybe she’d actually go back to Winslow~ She knew a couple of bitches who could be put to better use~