Check Out Time
By Viking
Two prostitutes learn the hard way not to mess with a smaller girl.

 

 

    Angela stood for a moment just inside the door after she entered the
hotel bar. It took her a few seconds to adjust her vision, as the dark
surroundings were quite a contrast from the bright-lit hallway of the
hotel she had just walked through.

    Once her eyes adjusted she did a quick scan of the room. As usual the
bar wasn't crowded but there were enough people to keep things
fairly busy. Angela slowly walked over towards the actual bar area
located in the middle of the room.

     Angela was in her early twenties. She had dark brown hair that was
cut short and worn tousled. She was an attractive woman with soft brown
eyes and tan smooth skin. Angela was 5-5 with a petite but lean, athletic
figure. Her body was firm and tone.

     She looked very professional as she was wearing a light tan suit
coat, white blouse, tan skirt, stockings and short heels.

      Angela made her way over to the bar where she made eye contact with
the bartender. The bartender, a man in his early 30's with a shaved
head and a goatee, nonchalantly motioned with his head behind him to a
booth on the other side of the bar. Angela had heard some loud laughing
from some women in that area when she had walked in and had guessed
that's whom the bartender had given her a call about.

     Angela ordered a drink and discreetly positioned herself in a stool
chair near the end of the bar so she could observe what was going on.

     There were two women sitting in a circular booth in the corner of
the bar. They were both seated on the outside of the booth. Two middle
age Asian men in business suits were sitting in the inside adjacent to
the women.

     "Could you look anymore like hookers and draw attention to
yourselves?" Angela thought to herself as she glanced at the two
women. One of the women had on a black halter-top jumpsuit with a
plunging neckline and bellbottom style pants. The woman's large
boobs looked like they were about to burst out of her outfit.

     The other woman had on a, leopard print midriff halter-top that was
tied in front with matching bell-bottom pants. Both females had on clunky
clear platform high heel shoes.

     Although it wasn't a four-star hotel, it was well respected
with a prestigious reputation. Hotel management dealt immediately when
"unsavory" people were on the premises. Angela knew she had
to take care of the situation quickly.

     The bartender brought Angela her drink and quietly said "The
two ho's have been here about a half hour. You could tell right
away they were looking to party with any john that looked lonely. Once
those two Japanese guys came in they were on them like white on
rice".

    "Have you seen them before?" Angela asked the bartender.

     "Yah, last Friday. It was a really busy night here because of
some business convention that was taking place. They were both in here
wearing "fuck me" outfits. They weren't here too long
but I saw them leave with a couple of guys that were really trashed and
could barely stand up" the bartender explained.

     Angela glanced over at the two women and then continued talking to
the bartender. "Did you see them with a pimp?"

    The bartender slowly shook his head and smiled. "No, I
haven't seen them with a pimp or anyone. I think they're
independent contractors"

     "Good work. Thanks for the call" Angela said as she
cupped her right hand and slowly slid across the bar a pair of hundred
dollar bills to the man.

     "Anytime. From what I heard, the whore on the right name is
Giselle and the other is Brittany", the bartender said as he
quickly shoveled the bills into his shirt pocket.

    Angela took a small sip from her drink and looked again at the two
women. Giselle was the hooker wearing the leopard print tie top. She was
a Latino with light brown skin, and long thick wavy black hair that went
halfway down her back. She was cute with a round face with dark brown
eyes. Giselle was a larger sized woman, as she was 5-10 and weighed
180-pounds. Despite her size she had a very feminine body that was curvy
and voluptuous. The woman had very big breasts, which were well on
display on her tight tie top.

    "Girl, you need to go to the gym if you're going to show
that much skin" Angela thought to herself as she looked at Giselle.

    The Latino was a bit on the chubby side as she had beefy arms. With
her outfit, you could clearly see she that she was soft in the middle as
the paunch on her stomach and love handles around her waist were very
visible.

     The hooker was accessorized with oversized gold hoop earrings and
several gold chains around her neck that plunged into her large cleavage.

     Giselle's partner Brittany had stringy dirty blonde hair. Her
hair was cut short and stylish. She had light blue eyes and a pretty face
with sharp features.

     Brittany's body frame was very similar to the Latino. She was
also a big woman as she was 5-9 and 170 pounds. The blonde hooker
wasn't quite as chubby as Giselle but she was thick. Brittany was a
little plump as she fit snuggly into her black halter-top jumpsuit. She
had big 34-D breasts that looked like they were straining the material on
her halter-top to keep them contained. Her tight pants looked like they
were painted on the blonde's large bubble butt.

     The two women dwarfed the small wiry Asian men in their booth. The
two men seemed to be almost overwhelmed as they smiled from ear to ear
staring fixed on the two hookers large boobs.

     "You like?" Giselle said in a sexy voice, as she showed
off her big boobs by straightening her back and leaning forward towards
the Asian man sitting next to her. The man nodded his head several times
enthusiastically while he continued to smile stupidly at the buxom
Latino.

    The woman then quickly put her right hand behind the man's head
and pulled his face into her boobs. She grinded his face over her breasts
for a few seconds and then let go. The whole booth exploded in laughter,
as the man smiled and looked dumbstruck.

     Angela continued to watch the foursome. She pretended to talk on her
cell phone and write in her day planner to avoid suspicion that she was
observing them. The noise in the bar made it hard for Angela to hear what
they were saying but it looked clear that the two hookers propositioned
the men into moving the party to their room. From her view at the bar
Angela could see that the table wanted one more round of drinks before
they left.

    Angela put her head down and scribbled in her day planner to avoid
eye contact with the two voluptuous women as they left the booth and
stood across from her on the other side of the bar.

    The women ordered four shots that the bartender quickly took care of.
However before the hookers headed back to the booth, Angela lifted her
head up just enough to see Brittany pull her hand out of the large
oversize purse hanging on her shoulder. The woman then quickly, with what
appeared to be an eyedropper splashed a couple of drops of clear liquid
in two of the drinks. Brittany then deftly put her hand back in her purse
and got rid of the implement. It took her just seconds to do it. Brittany
and Giselle then each picked up two shot glasses, looked at each other
with mischievous grins, and headed back to the booth.

    Angela knew they hadn't seen her watching. "Oh my God,
they're drugging them", Angela thought to herself. She
continued to watch as the two hookers gave the Asian men the shot glasses
they had doped and then as all four of them quickly downed their drinks.
The foursome then headed out the bar in a pair of couples with their arms
around each other.

     Angela followed them several feet away and out of eyesight as they
made their way towards the nearest elevators. The drugs were already
beginning to kick in as one of the middle age men began to wobble as they
waited for the elevator door to open. Giselle who towered over the small
Asian man grabbed him around the waist and helped hold him up.

   "C'mon baby you still want to party with me don't
you?" she said laughing and tickling him under his chin. The man
slowly smiled back but it was clear that he looked confused and slightly
disoriented.

     Angela watched the four enter an elevator and then ran over to see
that it stopped on the 28th floor, where some of the larger suites were
located. Fortunately for Angela another elevator was available
immediately and she took it to the 28th floor as well. She got off and
heard some noise down the corridor to her right. The pretty young woman
then scampered over to where the hall turned and stuck her head around
the corner to just catch Brittany entering the door of a suite towards
the end of the hallway.

    Angela patiently waited outside the hotel room for several minutes,
as she knew that it wouldn't take too much longer for the drugged
drinks to do their intended effect to the two men. She wanted to catch
the two hookers red handed and didn't want to go into the room too
soon. Angela looked at her watch; it had been almost 15-minutes since the
foursome had gone in. She was now ready to enter.

     The pretty young woman took out of her purse a master electronic
slide-key that could open any door in the hotel. She used it open the
door to the suite, being very careful to make as little noise as
possible.

    Angela slowly and cautiously entered the room. She was pleased that
she wasn't discovered as she closed the door behind her. The young
woman could hear noise and activity down the narrow hallway of the large
suite.

     Quietly she walked down the hall and peaked behind the corner.
Angela looked to see the two Asian men both sprawled out and unconscious
on two adjacent beds. One of the men was wearing just a t-shirt,
underwear and black socks. The other man still had on his white button
down shirt and tie but no pants just his underwear.

     The hooker named Brittany was going through one of the men's
wallet and taking out credit cards and cash and quickly putting them in
her shoulder bag. Giselle looked like she had pilfered some jewelry off
one of the men as she was admiring a new gold chain around her neck and a
newly acquired gold ring on her left hand.

     "Girl, we got some serious bank!" Brittany said very
excited as she waved a handful of bills.

     "You know it girlfriend," Giselle answered back as she
removed an expensive looking watch off the limp wrist of the unconscious
man in the bed in front of her. The Latino pushed up her arm several
bangle bracelets she was wearing and put the watch around her chubby
wrist

    "What do you think?" Giselle said to Brittany as she bent
her wrist and showed off her new wristwatch.

     "It's you baby girl!" Brittany said laughing as
she gave her partner in crime a high-five.

     Angela watched in mild amusement as the two hookers continued to
feverishly go through the two businessmen's items like vultures to
a dead carcass. The two women continued their thievery without any idea
that Angela was watching them just several feet away.

     The two hookers had stolen everything they wanted and were heading
towards the hallway leading to the door when Angela stepped behind the
corner with her arms crossed and said "Going somewhere
ladies?"

     Giselle and Brittany stopped dead in their tracks, both extremely
startled by Angela's sudden presence.

   "OH MY GOD" Brittany shouted as she accidentally dropped
her shoulder bag to the floor. Giselle made a loud gasp and put her hands
to her chest.

     Angela calmly said, "Ladies, listen to what I'm saying.
This hotel will not tolerate prostitutes drugging and robbing their
guests in their room. You're both now my under my custody".

     Giselle and Brittany both looked at each other in panic. The same
thought went through both their minds; the young girl must be hotel
security.

    Angela continued, "I'm detaining both of you immediately.
I strongly recommend that you cooperate with me and do what I tell you to
do. We're going to leave the room quietly and then take care of
this situation downstairs. I don't want any problems or any
scenes".

   The two buxom women looked at each other through the corner of their
eyes. They had worked together for a long time and both knew what the
other was thinking. This was a huge score for them, there biggest ever.
With the cash, credit cards and jewelry, they were both looking at
getting several thousand dollars.

    They both knew the only thing keeping them from getting away was this
young security guard who appeared to be working alone. The two
prostitutes could both clearly see they were much bigger than the petite
framed girl and that there was two of them and just one of her.

     Giselle sized up the security girl in front of her. The busty hooker
figured the girl was some prissy uptight bitch that these hotels loved to
hire. Giselle, who had been in several fights before, guessed that the
security girl had never thrown a punch in her privileged life.

    Angela said in a stern voice "Okay, lets leave and we
won't have any trouble if you cooperate".

    "Okay, you caught us, relax" Giselle said, as she
mockingly raised her hands in the air slightly. 

    Picking up her cue, Brittany also slightly put her hands up in the
air as if she was surrendering and started moving closer towards Angela.
The voluptuous blonde then said too sweetly "We'll be cool,
don't worry, we'll do anything you say".

    Both the prostitutes slowly moved closer towards Angela but then
suddenly lunged after her.

    Angela was not caught off guard in the least as she was expecting the
two hookers to try something. With lightning quick reflexes the girl
brought up her right foot and snapped a quick kick squarely into the face
of Giselle. The large Latino woman's head violently jerked back.
Giselle grabbed her nose and staggered backwards several feet before
falling down on her plump rear end.

    Brittany tried grabbing Angela up high but the young girl quickly
responded by sending a hard elbow into the soft stomach of the portly
prostitute. Brittany gasped for air as she clutched her stomach in pain
with both hands. Angela continued her attack by sending a hard right-left
combination with her fists across the unprotected face of the blonde. The
busty hooker stumbled a step to her left then collapsed to the floor.

    Giselle, who was still sitting down on her butt, brought her hands
away from her nose to see blood smeared across them. Furious that the
security girl had kicked her, the prostitute scrambled back up to her
feet. "Princess you're fucking dead!" she snarled at
Angela as she wildly charged the girl.

     The big woman's large breasts bounced up and down as she
bolted towards Angela. Angela coolly stood her ground until Giselle was
right on top of her. The young girl then grabbed one of chubby
woman's arms and used the hooker's momentum to flip the large
woman over her back Giselle went flying head over heals. She crashed to
the floor with a loud thud. The Latino rolled on the ground and screeched
as jolts of pain seized her lower back.

     Angela didn't quit her assault as she reached down and grabbed
the woman by her long hair and viciously pulled Giselle back to her feet.
The chubby Latino was in agony as her scalp burned in pain as Angela
forced her to stand back up. Just as she clumsily got to her feet the
girl then forcefully shoved the large woman backwards until her back
slammed hard against the wall.

    Keeping a grip of the woman's thick long hair with her left
hand, Angela raised the woman's head up then sent a hard punch with
her right hand across the buxom hooker's jaw. The blow badly hurt
the woman. Giselle glassy eyed, grimaced in pain, her face throbbing from
the punch.

    Angela released her grip of Giselle's hair. The large
woman's head dropped instantly as her chin fell to her chest.
Angela then finished her attack as she furiously struck with both fists
several hard punches into the Latino's flabby stomach.

    After she was finished Angela looked down at Giselle. The large woman
was at the small girl's feet, lying on the ground in a ball, red
faced, clutching her stomach, gasping for breath.

     Brittany was still recovering from the blows she had received. Her
face ached terribly from where she had been struck by Angela's
fists. Now on her hands and knees the blonde hooker scowled in pain as
she touched a welt forming just below her right eye where she had been
punched.

    Brittany didn't have time to resist as Angela marched over,
reached down, grabbed her right wrist, and bent it backwards. The petite
girl applied strong pressure on the wrist as Brittany shouted in pain.

    "Stand up!" Angela barked as she continued to apply
strain to the voluptuous woman's wrist.

    Awkwardly, Brittany got to her feet, squealing and crying the whole
time as she thought her wrist was about to be broken. "P-p-p-please
don't hurt m-m-m-eee" she blubbered. The hold on her wrist
forced Brittany to stand only about three-quarters of the way up.
Angela's grasp bent the wrist forcing the blonde hooker's
right arm up, making it the highest part of her body. The buxom woman
stood hunched over; her other arm helplessly flailing in the air.

   "Now lets try this again, are you going to cooperate?"
Angela said patiently.

   "YESSSS!" Brittany pleadingly shouted, her wrist exploding
in pain.

    Angela smiled and said, "Okay then, now put your left arm
behind your back". The little girl eased up the pressure on the
hold as Brittany immediately put her thick left arm behind her back.

    Brittany had had numerous run-ins with the police in her life. She
knew immediately once she heard behind her the clinging of metal what was
going to happen to her next. Submissively she lowered her head and waited
as cold, metal handcuffs were applied firmly around her chubby wrists.

    Although relieved that the girl had quit bending her wrist back,
Brittany moaned in exasperation as she tugged at the cuffs that now
securely held her arms behind her back.

      Brittany was incensed that this little girl had denied her the
biggest score in her life. The buxom prostitute's frustration level
grew as she looked over at her shoulder bag containing her loot lying on
the floor several feet away and now she was hopelessly restrained.

    "Fucking bitch," she hissed loudly under her breath. 

    "Excuse me?" Angela said. 

    Defiantly, Brittany snapped back "I said, you're a
fucking bitch!"

    Angela shook her head and said, " I think someone needs to
understand who's in charge".

   With that the small girl grabbed the curvy blonde hooker by her right
elbow and pulled her to the small living room area in the suite. Angela
then led her to the back of a small sofa where she pushed the hooker hard
from behind. Unable to balance herself because her hands were cuffed,
Brittany stumbled forward. The blonde woman fell over the back of the
sofa so that the upper half of her body hung over the backrest. The fall
caused the busty hookers large boobs to pop out of her plunging neckline
halter-top. Her hefty breasts dangled down, as she lay momentarily
suspended over the sofa.

    Angela grabbed the chain between handcuffs and pulled up forcing
Brittany to lean forward into the backrest of the sofa.

    "Stop it!" Brittany shouted in panic, struggling in her
uncomfortable position.

    "Like I said, someone needs to know who's in
charge", Angela said, eyeing the blonde woman's plump bubble
butt pressed out against the sofa.

     Suddenly Brittany felt a sharp stinging smack against her ass and
then another one harder than the first. Suddenly in quick succession her
butt was whacked hard several more times. The blonde woman couldn't
believe it; the little girl was spanking her. Brittany felt humiliated as
the hotel security girl was treating her like a disobedient child.

     Angela used a hairbrush she had found in the room and continued to
spank Brittany's large butt for several minutes. The pretty young
girl soon discovered that the prostitute had a very low pain tolerance as
she was bawling and squealing soon after she started.

     Brittany felt like her ass was on fire as she squirmed and writhed
with each blow to her butt. "STOP PLEASE. I'LL DO ANYTHING
YOU SAY. PLEASE STOP", were among the words the blonde woman
shouted over and over again.

     Angela wanted to keep spanking longer but she knew she had gotten
her point across to the chubby hooker. She released the woman from her
awkward arrangement over the sofa, then watched in pleasure as Brittany
immediately began hopping up and down, rubbing her butt with her hands.
The woman's large boobs, which were now hanging out of her top,
flopped up and down as Brittany tried to provide some relief to her
burning butt.

     Before they left the suite to go downstairs Angela checked on the
two Asian men. Despite all the noise that had occurred in the suite both
were still out cold from the drugged drinks. Angela knew they would wake
up with a hell of a headache but they would be okay.

     The girl had handcuffed Giselle and Brittany together. She had taken
off the cuff on Brittany's left wrist and then had cuffed
Giselle's left wrist to it, so her arm stretched awkwardly across
her body.

    The two prostitutes looked in horror at themselves in a mirror near
the door of the suite as they meekly waited to go down stairs. Brittany
had a large welt forming under her right eye and a nasty looking bruise
near the left corner of her mouth. Also the heavy amount of make-up she
was wearing had run terribly because she had been crying so much making
her usually pretty face look clownish.

     Giselle looked awful. Her lip was split and her nose was swollen
with dried blood in both nostrils. A mean, dark looking bruise was
forming by her chin. The Latino's hair was disheveled and her
make-up had run too from crying.

    The two women were almost in shock. They couldn't believe that
a girl half their size had easily just kicked the crap out of them. The
prostitutes whimpered in pain, lowering their heads in shame from their
beating as they stood handcuffed to each other.

     Angela faced the two voluptuous woman chained together and said,
"All right, ladies were heading downstairs. I don't want to
take the chance of any of the guests seeing us so were taking the stairs.
If you try anything, what you just received will be only an appetizer to
what will happen to you". The girl stressed her point by holding
both women under their jaws; squeezing their cheeks in and making them
look at her while she talked.

    After they had walked about twelve floors down both Giselle and
Brittany were struggling. The two women were sweating profusely and
breathing hard. The combination of walking handcuffed together, wearing
their platform shoes, and the fact they were both out of shape, was
making their trip downstairs slow.

    The two women were trying to catch their breath as they rested
momentarily on a stairwell. Both were leaning over and winded. Angela
grabbed a roll of fat that hung over Giselle's leopard print low
hugger pants and said mischievously; "You might want to think about
using a stair steppers more often". Giselle's cheeks turned
red as she blushed in embarrassment.

    Angela had to prod the women the rest of the way down the steps. She
found she got the best results to get the women move faster when she
would slap the rear end of Brittany, who would squeal in pain and hastily
move.

    When they reached the bottom, Angela surprised the two women by
quickly leading them outside to the hotel parking ramp where she hustled
the two hookers into the backseat of an SUV. Both Giselle and Brittany
seemed puzzled as they expected to be held in the hotel until the police
arrived to arrest them.

    The two women became more confused when they heard Angela get on her
cell phone in the front seat and overheard her conversation.

     "I've eliminated the situation ... don't worry
nobody saw us...The two men will be okay and I think they'll be too
embarrassed to report anything ...  I am almost sure this was an
isolated incident ... it looks like they were working
alone ... don't worry I'll take care of them".

    Brittany and Giselle both started to become nervous as Angela stared
at the two women, smiled and finished her exchange on the phone by
saying, "Yes, I'll take care of them. They'll just
disappear like the others".

    "What's going on, what are you going to do with
us?" Brittany asked, looking visibly shaken.

     Giselle, who was also very worried, quickly added, "You
can't do anything to us. Your hotel security, your like the
cops".

    Angela smiled and stunned the women by saying "Sorry to
disappoint you but I'm not hotel security. That's what you
assumed the whole time but did you ever hear me identify myself as one or
show you a badge?"

     The two hookers realized she was right. Giselle and Brittany then
thought about what had just occurred. If she were hotel security why
would she have been working alone? Why didn't she make an effort to
retrieve the items they had stolen? Why were they now in a car and not in
some security office waiting for the cops?

   Both women now feared for their safety. "Who are you?"
Giselle asked cautiously.

   Angela said, "I don't work for the hotel but I do work for
a service that does business with them. The hotel knows that prostitution
exists and that gentleman away from home will like female companionship
now and then. My agency works with the hotel in that regard. We have an
agreement with the hotel that our agency has the exclusive business with
any guests. So when a visitor is looking for company, the hotel doorman,
the waiter or the bartender knows the correct people to contact".

    Angela went on, "We pride ourselves on our high-class service
and working inconspicuously when we service our clientele. We don't
have our girls on display and trolling the bars like you two".

    Angela continued, "When we see other agencies or individuals
like yourself trying to take our revenue, that's when I get called
to eliminate the situation".

     "So what are you going to do with us?" a frightened
Brittany said.

    Angela smiled and said "Ladies meet your new boss; you now work
for me".

    Both Giselle and Brittany exchanged confused and nervous looks at
each other.

    The passenger side door to the pick-up truck opened. Giselle was
wiping her mouth as she stepped out. The driver of the pick-up, a pot
bellied man in his 50's, was hurriedly pulling up his pants and
zipping them up. Giselle was wearing white leather knee-high boots,
incredibly short jean cutoffs and a ridiculously small white tube top
that barely contained her large breasts.

    Giselle walked past Brittany and a trio of other prostitutes who were
mulling around the street, trying to get the attention of the slow moving
vehicles that were driving down the street.

     Brittany had on 4-inch heel red pumps, black leather mini-skirt and
a tight red halter top that only covered up half her large breasts.

    Giselle, walked over to the black SUV that was parked along a side
street. The black tinted power window on the driver's side came
down as the Latino approached the vehicle. Giselle pulled out between the
cleavage of her boobs a small wad of 20-dollar bills and handed them to
the driver of the car.

    Angela took the cash, quickly counted it and put it in the pocket of
her suit coat. "Bitch, get back to work. You're not making me
any money just standing there", Angela said harshly, as the window
of the SUV quickly closed.

    Giselle sighed and walked back to where the rest of Angela's
dozen or so prostitutes were working the street. All of the working
ladies shared one thing in common; they had all been caught hustling at
the hotel. All of the prostitutes had felt the wrath of the little girl
and received a severe beating, some harder than others. The women were
now too afraid to challenge her, as they feared any repercussions so now
they worked the lonely streets with Angela as their madam.

    Giselle and Brittany exchanged glances. They both looked tired and
beaten. "My back is killing me from wearing these fucking
shoes" Brittany said, as she put her hands on her hip and grimaced
as she straightened her back. "Girl, my whole body is killing me. I
can't wait to take a shower", Giselle answered back.

    Suddenly the women heard the honk of a horn behind them. The busty
women looked over their shoulders at the parked SUV and then obediently
quickly shuffled their feet to the curb of the street. A car pulled over
next to Brittany, who leaned into the open window of the passenger side
and said in a very lackluster tone "Want to party?"