Bimbo Chronicles 1

Bimbo Chronicles

Part 1

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Chapter 1 - We must get going

February 14,2015. It's 9:00, Saturday night, Valentine's Day. Annika is standing in the tiny bathroom of her small apartment in Frankfurt Bornheim and is getting ready. She's waiting, waiting for it to ring. And while she's waiting for it, she puts the finishing touches on her wicked make-up.

She looks at herself in the mirror. She checks to see if everything fits. "Will he like it or not? If so, will he carry me on his hands and treat me well? And if not, will he be angry with me and let his anger out on me?"- reflects Annika.

She runs on black heels. Black fishnet stockings adorn her legs. Likewise a black net-bandau under which a black micro-bra can be seen. Your micro-string is also black and completely uncovered. She also wears black satin cuffs.

But the last pieces are still missing. A pink collar with loop and leash. Plus a black gag with a red ball. The collar is decorated with rhinestones. They make up the saying "Property of Marcus A."

Annika looks into the mirror again. And she looks herself deep into the eyes. But she did not dare to look into the soul. Because the woman standing in front of the mirror was no longer her."That's not my personality," Annika thinks. It was a shadow of her self, a decal without reflection. It wasn't her body either.

Marcus made her a different person. He forced her to wear extension's. Artificial fingernails. He also had her breasts enlarged several times. From 85 B to 95 E. Not because she wanted it, but because he wanted it. Just like he wanted to see lips splattered on Annika.

When she looked into the mirror, she didn't see herself anymore. All she can see is a caricature of herself. An oversubscription of their charms. She then felt like a cartoon character. And that's what Marcus wanted.

Suddenly my doorbell rings. It's a driver picking up Annika. Björn Hautzinger picks Annika up whenever Marcus demands it. And he drives her home if Marcus allows it. She opens the door and smiles at Björn. She didn't hide before. He knows what they look like and more than that. He also knows how she looks naked. Or how Annika looks when Marcus fucks her. In any case, he's no stranger to the sight of her. Even if he's a little shameful every time.

Björn:"Annika, it's time".

Annika:"Ok".

She grabbed her big black leather coat and covered her body underneath. At Björn's side she went to the house elevator. Her apartment is on the fifth floor of an ugly 1970s building in Bornheim. A woman met Annika and Björn in the hallway, it was Mrs. Reuter, she lives three doors away. Annika only knows her name and her condescending, judgmental looks.

As the two of them enter the elevator, another passenger stands in the room. It's the boy Faton. A Kosovo-Albanian, he has just obtained his driving licence and now considers himself to be the greatest. His eyes fixate Annika. He glances at her and twitches his eyebrows. She's disgusted by his greasy smile. Annika stares back motionlessly as he looks at her from bottom to top. The few seconds the elevator needs seem like an eternity to her.

Finally the elevator stops. They're here. Björn will take her to his car. Björn is not a chauffeur. He's officially Marcus' assistant. Besides driving, he runs a series of errands. Björn was formerly with a military task force. Annika thinks he's also a kind of bodyguard for Marcus.

They sit wordlessly in Björn's company car, a black Mercedes. A luxury sedan, E-class. They're going through town to Marcus' big apartment. He usually lives in a villa in the Taunus on weekends. There he lives from Friday to Sunday with his wife and four children in a hypocritical world.

But Marcus can easily afford it. He quickly became rich as a stock market speculator. Now he earns most of his money with real estate. Annika doesn't know how rich he is. But according to his own information, he has more than 20 million euros in his current account alone. He doesn't have to worry about money. Unlike Annika.

Chapter 2 - The Deep Fall

Annika Wagner was a clever girl. She graduated from high school with an average grade of 1.9.2010 she wanted to go high and left her father's home, a quiet small town in Franconia, in 2010.

Their path led them to Frankfurt. There she studied economics and marketing. In 2012 she discontinued her studies and founded a start-up company together with another student. However, the investor threw them over the table. Her company went bankrupt and had to file for insolvency in 2013. Unfortunately, both were also privately liable. The amount of debt was so high that they both had to file for private insolvency.

Without vocational training, with her studies interrupted and a mountain of debts, Annika was suddenly on the street. She couldn't keep her apartment or her car. It was imposed on her to cancel as much debt as possible until October 2019. She had a stunning € 143,000.00 on display.

Annika's father didn't know about this. Ever since she dropped out of university, they hardly spoke to each other. Their relationship became very difficult. In retrospect, she understands him well. But she could not overcome herself to ask him for help.

Annika lived at first from HarzIV and social welfare. She was assigned a social housing and tried to find a job. But no one wanted to hire them and if so, it was only for a starvation wage. That's why she was looking for other sources of income.

Of course, she was thinking about selling her body as a whore. But she was afraid to sink into a swamp of crime. She was afraid some pimp would take her. She was also thinking about making porn movies, whether professional or private and working as a camgirl. But she didn't want to be recognized by other people. Finally, she and her father came from a small town in Bavaria.

In 2014 she registered on a website. A flirt portal, not a typical single market. The concept of the site sounded enticing. Well-off men sought contact with women. These were often successful businessmen. To get to know lawyers or doctors who knew only their work and didn't have time to get to know women in the normal way.

On the other hand, there were countless women looking for a generous patron. It was some kind of prostitution. But legally. Only the contact was made possible. What happened between man and woman was a private matter. Annika went through the profiles of the men.

Finally, she signed up on the site. For women, the service was free of charge, in keeping with the concept. She uploaded two pictures of herself in a secret gallery. It didn't take long for them to write to several men. But the contact with most of the men broke off again. Many of them simply rejected Annika visually because they were often beyond the age of 50 and obviously had no time for sports. With those that remained Annika wrote intensively over several days. One of them called himself MA75.

He sent Annika two pictures of himself and was visually convincing. MA75 was 39 years old. With a size of 192 cm and his sporty figure he convinced Annika. His smile was friendly and radiant. The hair pitch-black and the eyes pungent green.

MA75 claimed to be a successful manager. In addition, he promised a monthly contribution of € 1,000.00 - € 3,500.00. Barely a week later, the first meeting of "MA75" and Annika took place. In February 2014 they met at a Nobel Italian in Frankfurt.

The meeting went very well. MA75 "looked as good in Natura as the pictures promised. His suit, accessories and expensive sports car underscored his claim to be a successful manager. MA75 now revealed its identity.

His name was Marcus Alexander. He was the son of an American GI. His father left the family when he was little. He grew up with his mother in Frankfurt. At the end of the 1990s he earned a golden nose on the stock market. In the meantime, however, he has turned his attention to the real estate business. Marcus was a very direct man. He knew what he wanted and what he didn't want.

He explained to Annika that there was no ideal woman for him, even though he is married. That's why he wanted to create his ideal wife. "If you want to be that woman, we're gonna have to change a few things about you. I would pimp you "- he said to her. At the end of the meeting, he not only paid the bill. He also gave Annika an envelope with €2,000.00 so that she would think carefully about this opportunity.

That very same evening Annika lay awake in her bed. She did not particularly like the suggestion of "pimping them up" and converting them into an "ideal concept" or "re-educating them". But when her gaze wandered through her 30.00 square meters of social housing and she could not find a single precious object, her opinion changed.

Exactly one week later, Annika and myself met again. This time Marcus had Annika picked up by car. They went to a French restaurant in the noble district of the city. Marcus explained his plans to Annika in detail. And he wanted to hear a decision from her. His offer was clear and structured. But he was accompanied by a certain contempt for humanity, which Annika did not like.

Marcus:"I want to make some changes to you."

Annika:"What changes? Am I not pretty enough for you?

Marcus:"No. You still don't meet my expectations".

Annika:"That doesn't exactly sound romantic, you know?"

Marcus:"It doesn't have to be. We wouldn't have a romantic relationship either. You'd be my concubine. The woman I can do anything with ".

Annika:"You mean I'm your whore".

Marcus:"Yes. But my whore, according to my ideas. A man like me doesn't go to a brothel for a change. A man like me needs something that matches his own ideals. And you would be well paid ".

Annika:"How much would I get from you and how do you want to settle this?

Marcus:"First of all, you would get an official job from me. You don't really have to work. However, you have to do some kind of two-hour training every day. Otherwise, you can lie on the couch at home as long as you want. You just have to be there when I call you. How does that sound to you "?

Annika:"To be honest, it sounds rather shady. What's in it for me? And what does it look like financially "?

Marcus:"You first earn 1,500.00 € net. In the first year you get 1.000,00 € per month cash from me on the hand. In the second year 2.000,00 € and in the third year 3.000,00 €. And then we can see what happens afterwards ".

Annika:"What's the catch with this whole thing?"

Marcus:"The catch is that you must be willing to do me. When I want, where I want, how I want. If you're not, or I think I'm too bitchy around, I'll end it all ".

Annika:"And can I stop it too"?

Marcus:"Of course, if you can afford it or want to".

Annika:"What changes did you mean?

Marcus:"Bigger tits, splashed lips, you have to lose some weight. And we need to change your style. You also need a special kind of "re-education".

Annika:"In what way"?

Marcus:"More glamour, more Bling-Bling".

Annika:"It almost sounds like you want to cobble up your own porn star".

Marcus:"That's one way of putting it. But the payment is good and the effort is limited.

Annika:"I don't know, it all sounds strange".

Marcus:"It probably is. But one thing you must realize. I'm talking to four girls like you about this-- let's call it a job. You're just my favorite because I found your private bankruptcy story so sad. I have a social vein, you know ".

Annika:"I would like to think about it again".

Marcus:"No. You have to decide today. The decision should be easy for you to make. I am a good looking man and offer you in the first year 2.500,00 € net per month, only for a little sex. And on top of that, you get a few beauty op? s for free. There's nothing to think about, little one. And the thinking, I will take over in the future also for you ".