[Fiction] Rent Free (R-18)

[jklivin]

A very good sign and story that has caught my interest thanks for timely updates as well.

[sammyGurl]

This is wonderful, I can not wait for another update!

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Thanks to those who commented. Here's the part where multiple story arcs start interesecting. I hope you like.

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Hayley wasn't expecting any company. He was in his underwear, playing some third-person shooter on his gaming station. They didn't knock. Or rather, they knocked, but they simply walked in.

Hayley was distracted by the sound. He lived in a two rooms apartment, and basically lived in the one, keeping the other to store all of his stuff. When he saw who was entering, he knew there was nowhere to go, and he suddenly decided it was a bad idea to be in today. Then again, it never was a good idea to skimp on paying his dues. Again.

"Buddy!" the man in the brown suit said, flanked by his goons."
"Hey, Samson," Hayley quivered as he tossed the remote aside.
"No, please... Don't get up on my account."

The two nameless goons moved in quickly and surrounded Hayley, who started to shake in his underwear. The brown suited man, a latino with curly brown hair, wearing a yellow shirt and a dark red neck tie, moved in casually to stand between Hayley and the television.

"What you playing, man?"
"...uh... Call of Duty..."
"That's some sweet game... not playing GTA? That's my fave..."
"Yeah, uh, no, I don't have that game."

Samson appeared shocked.

"What, jefe? Upstanding bastard like you don't got no GTA? It's a classic, man... gee... nice digs..."

Samson looked around the place, staring at the various posters of naked women and video games.

"I like it... very... low key."
"What... are you doing here, Samson?"
"Well, you know, the usual... boss is doing the math and you come up short... again."
"Listen, I don't have the money..."

Samson starts laughing, and his goons emulate him.

"'Course you don't, jefe... otherwise you'd'a paid us already..."
"Yeah, yeah I would..."
"See now, we gots a problem with that. 'Cause the boss, he's kinda hard ass 'bout you not payin' what you owe for the candy."
"I'll pay... I swear."

Hayley was trembling like never before. This was his first official visit from one of his suppliers, and he had never imagined he was part of a network that would merit such an occurrence. And yet, there he was, Samson, the man who could end it all for him.

"Rumor has it, man, you got some sweet deal goin' out there..."
"What are you talking about, Samson?"

Samson looked at his goons as if he was insulted.

"Don't be takin' me for a fool, Hayles. I know you get paid with sum'thin' sum'thin'... am I right?"
"Yeah, I... yeah I get favors."
"Sweets! But Hayles, that don't pay the man..."
"Yeah... it doesn't..."

Samson moved to sit beside Hayley, who was still trembling, almost wetting himself.

"So listen, I figures, if you got a sweet deal goin' on, I wanna part of it, digs?"
"Yeah... I digs, yeah."
"Sweets!"

Samson grabs Hayley's face and kisses him on the cheek.

"So, here's what I'm gonna needs... I'm gonna needs all the names and addresses of all them titties you get favors from..."
"What? But..."
"uh-huh. No buts... names, addresses, contact info, and I'm gonna square things with 'em for you... and you ain't gonna bother those nice titties anymore... digs?"
"Yeah... I digs."
"That's my mate!"

Samson wrapped his arm around Hayley's neck and squeezed it. Hayley could barely look, let alone stand, but he did, retrieving the note book where he kept all of his information.

"Now, Hayles," Samson concluded, "if you wanna smack that dick o' yours down some twat, ain't no business o' mine, but you better not do it on the boss' merchandise no more. And for those who you made the deal before, well, don't you worry about them. I'll make sure to get in touch with them, uh... personally."

Today, Hayley decided, was officially the worst day of his life. He could only imagine what would happen to those girls who used to get their drugs from him in exchange for sex. He wasn't certain what Samson or his boss had planned, but it clearly was going to turn out bad. Then again, it really wasn't his problem anymore. There would be no more chances. Hayley considered himself lucky to survive the encounter with all his teeth.

Except that the goons left him a few bruised ribs as a reminder not to give away the boss' merchandise without getting properly paid - or paying for it himself.

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JUSTINE BRANT, 31 years old
Born from a very Christian family, her father dead in the war, Justine was cast out by her mother Teresa when she became pregnant at 16. Since then, her life has slowly spiralled away from her control. Her mate Robert left when Tina was only two years old. She has worked multiple jobs to make ends meet. Most recently, she became an exotic dancer, but the bar she worked at was raided by the police.
Justine is still pretty because she keeps herself that way. She works hard on her figure. Her breasts are impressive, natural as they come, often entering the room before she does. She sports short brown hair. She has a tattoo on her lower back representing a bird taking flight.
She and her daughter have left their old flat and moved in to August Rand's home. All Justine has to do to stay there, room and board included, is to sleep with Rand once a day.

TINA FLACK, 15 years old
Daughter of Justine and Robert; she grew up in a small apartment. Since her mother was so busy working all the time, she was raised by Old Lady Ludmilla Thompson, her neighbor, until she died, a year ago. Tina is shy and introverted at school. She has no friends.
Physically, she is small in stature (barely 5') and very slim, possibly anoxeric or bulimic. She is still pretty with her angular face, dark eyes and dark hair. Her mixed black/white heritage makes her stand out in a crowd.
She has recently found out that her mother is sexually active, and has decided to fool around with her.

AUGUST RAND, in his forties
Former porn star, independently wealthy, he runs a house for women in dire straits. A confessed sexaholic, he trades in their rent for sexual favors, or sometimes other types of favor.

PINKY, 18 years old
Former runaway and prostitute, she now lives in the Rand house, where she runs her own sexual needs service from the internet, without interference from a provider.
She is very thin, sports pink highlights in her hair and always dresses provocatively.

HALEY, 19 years old
Young man, out-of-school, dirty blonde hair, fun-loving. He is Tina's pusher, providing her with light drugs in exchange for favors of all kind (since she has no money to pay).
However, Hayley is visited by his supplier, who has discovered his backroom deals, and gets sanctioned for it, and forced to give his special clients' list.

SAMSON PEREZ, 25 years old
Part of a drug cartel, he was Haley's provider. He got on to his special dealings with his clients after Hayley forgot to pay some of his own debts. He has now taken charge of those numbers on Hayley's list.
He is latino, sports short curly hair, and likes to wear a brown suit with shirt and tie that don't match, as a look.

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ROBERT FLACK, 33 years old
Former husband to Justine, he disappeared from her life two years after his daughter Tina was born. Barely 18 at the time, he was supposedly unable to cope with the stress of being a father. His whereabouts are unknown.
He is an African American male

OLD LADY LUDMILLA THOMPSON
A former prostitute, recently deceased at a ripe old age, she was Tina's surrogate mother for twelve years before departing for the next world only about a year ago. She lived on her pension. Despite her age, she still entertained a few customers every now and then. She was always careful to do so when Tina was away, but she wasn't always successful.

JAYLEE PORTER, 24 years old
An exotic dancer who works at many clubs in town. She lives with her unnamed boyfriend. When she was in a bind, a few years back, she used some kind of resource to help get her back on her feet.
Jaylee is latina in ethnicity, although she was raised locally. She has long curly black hair and a dimple on her chin.

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Tina hurriedly stepped into the schoolyard. The day was done and she was glad to be out of there. As usual, she had been teased on her excessive thinness, not to mention her isolation. Again, the word 'freak' had come up more than once. She practically paid no mind to it anymore.

She stepped off the school property and darted left, heading for the bus stop down the street. As she was walking, she spotted a lovely Mercedes from across the street, and her eyes wandered to its sleek design and luxury. All of a sudden, she almost bumped into someone.

"Oh... sorry."
"No probs, girl..."

She looked up from her five feet. She was standing in front of a latino man, not excessively good-looking with his curly hair and tanned face, but the suit he wore, dark brown, was high quality craftmanship. The blue shirt he wore under completely broke the image, as did the lime green neck tie.

"Hey... you must be Tina."
"um... do I know you?"
"Nope. But I know you. I'm a friend of Hayley."
"Oh."

She stared him down. A friend of hayley probably meant another of his clients, although what person would dress like that was beyond her. Maybe he was color blind.

"Saw you lookin' at my ride, girl."
"The Mercedes is yours?"
"Yep."

She was impressed and it showed.

"Wanna come see?"

There was no way Tina was passing up this opportunity, no matter how weird the owner looked. They crossed the street together, not bothering with traffic, and arrived near the vehicle. It had tainted windows so she could not see inside.

"Wow... it's so shiny."
"And new... bought it four months ago... traded in the old one."
"I didn't get your name..." she turned to him.
"Samson. Like in the Bible."

She didn't know her Bible so she didn't understand the reference. She knew her grandmother was super-religious, but she had never met her, since her mother wasn't on speaking terms with her anymore.

"Wanna check inside?"
"uh... okay."

Perhaps Tina didn't have that inner voice to warn her of danger, or perhaps she didn't care getting in car with a man she had just met. Regardless, he opened the door and she climbed in the roomy back. He climbed in after her, and shut the door. That's when Tina noticed that there were people, two large men, in the front seats.

"Roomy, hey?" Samson asked.
"Very... uh... how do you know Hayley anyway?"
"Oh. Well, I provide the sweet stuff."

Tina finally made the connection her brain should have picked up on the moment she matched the man and the car.

"You're his pusher."
"Provider. I hands him his merchandise, and he gets it to you all."

Suddenly, Tina did not feel so hot. In fact, she felt queasy, like the back of the car was too hot. Samson was smiling in a non-aggressive fashion, but she felt ill-at-ease just the same.

"So... uh, Samson... what do you want with me?"
"Well, it's about math. Are you good at math, Tina?"
"Um... I got a C+."
"So, I'm gonna guess no."

Samson reached forward, and one of the goons handed him a pad and a pen. He started writing the numbers as he spoke them.

"Let's see... you've been using from Hayley for roughly ten months now, right?"
"uh... I think so."
"And he delivers you stuff every week at least, from his notes."
"That sounds about right..."

Tina's hand discreetly reached for the handle behind her, but the door was locked and would not open, and she could not see the button to unlock it herself.

"So, if I do the math, it's about four weeks per month, times 10 months... that's 40 deliveres, about. So, he gets you enough to last a week, that's gotta be worth, I don't know... a hundred-fifty each delivery."
"More like, maybe... a hundred."
"Yeah, make it a hundred. So a hundred times 40... damn! That makes four thousand bucks worth of stuff."
"Yeah, I have an... a-arrangement."

Tina was shaking in her clothes, feeling threatened and scared wholly for the first time in her life. She half-figured out what was happening, but she didn't want to panic.

"You mean... the fuck stuff?" Samson asked, staring in her dark eyes.
"Yeah... the... fuck stuff."
"Well, see, pretty, thing is... we never got paid, and Hayley wasn't supposed to deal like that."
"But... he told me he would take care of it."
"Oh! He took care of you, for sure... popped you full of him at least forty times, from what I gather... but I want my money."
"But Hayley!"

Samson gave a big tap on the window and Tina jumped.

"Hayley ain't there. You are."
"I can... uh... I can pay you back?"
"All of it?"
"Well, I mean... I will pay you back but... I don't have that money..."
"See, that's a problem, babe... that's a big problem."

Tina swallowed. She was in serious trouble, and no amount of begging was going to get her out of that predicament. Something needed to happen, something fast, or things would escalate for her in a very disagreeable way.

[jklivin]

Good set up looking forward to more chapters

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Tina only saw one way out and, given her past experiences, she decided to go for it.

"Um... maybe... we can have the same agreement?"

She was surprised at what she was saying, despite the arrangement she had made with Hayley. Then again, Hayley had never seemed threatening. Samson was an entire different equation. Samson stared at her, and she was unable to read his reaction.

"So... you're offering to suck my cock?"
"Well, uh... if you want, we can uh..."
"Speak up girl!" he suddenly shouted at her.

She froze, unsure how to reply. He cast an accusatory glance at her.

"Are you offering to suck my cock?"
"Y-yes."
"All right," he replied.

He reached into his pants, undoing his belt and jacket buttons, and started fondling to whip it out. Tina stared, uneasy, as he exposed himself to her. He wasn't anything impressive, and he kept a full bush around his shaft (as opposed to Hayley who shaved completely. He pointed to it.

"This dick, you wanna suck, girl?"
"Y-yes..."
"Well, suck it then."

He waited for her to make the move. Since she hesitated, he put a hand behind her head, and started pulling her down. She screamed, so he slapper her.

"Drive," he told the driver.

The vehicle started rolling. He spoke again, menacing.

"Are you gonna suck it or not?"

She didn't answer. She lowered herself onto him and put it in her mouth.

"Don't you dare try anything other than suck, bitch, otherwise it's your head."

And so she did. Normally, she loved sucking cock. She had done it for Hayley many times, and had indulged a few of the boys at school as well (despite her lack of popularity, apparently guys didn't mind her presence when she was wrapped around their dicks). But today, she was fearful, so she wasn't any good at it. And try as he might, her mouth trembled all over Samson's cock.

He pulled her off of him and slapped her again.

"Girl, who thought you to suck cock? Go down there and milk it!"

So Tina tried harder, and she was able to get some momentum going, to which Samson did not seem indifferent, at least physically. He held a hand against the back of her head, keeping her tucked on his cock as the car rolled on. The oral exercise lasted a few minutes, until Samson was getting near his release.

"Yeah... that's it bitch... fucking swallow... and don't stain my pants."

She felt the tremble in him as all he could spend was shot upwards into her mouth. He barely groaned as she milked him with her lips and tongue, forcing her to gulp down all he gave her. He kept her down on his shaft for a moment more after being done, then allowed her to pull away.

"Yeah.. that was better," he said.

She wiped her lips and felt awful for what she had just done.

"So, uh..." she started to say, hesitantly.
"So what?"
"So... we're square with the deal?"

He burst out laughing, tucking it back into his pants..

"Hell no! You still own me four grand for the weed."
"But... I just sucked your cock."
"Yeah... I never said that made us even... you gotta start listening girl..."

Tina was defeated and humiliated. Tears were forming in her eyes, but Samson didn't care.

"Here's the deal... I understand you can't make that kind of money in a week, so I'll be kind. You'll get to pay it in installments. I want a grand for next Friday."
"What? But... I can't... How am I supposed to get that kind of money?"
"Not my concern. Maybe you can blow dudes for twenty bucks a pop. Hey! That's a good idea... five hundred blowjobs in a week, you can do that!"

Tina was on the verge of tears. The car had stopped. Samson called out to the man in the passenger's side.

"That's a great plan, yeah... give the lady 20 bucks."

And the goon tossed her the money. She grabbed it. The door unlocked.

"Get out. See you next Friday".

She didn't hesitate to leave, holding the bill in one hand and her shame in the other. She was lost. She didn't know how to get the money other than selling herself for sex. And even then, how could she? She didn't know anyone who did that? She didn't have any clientele, and there was no way she could do that at school. Her mom would find out.

On the street corner where she used to live, where Samson had left her, Tina cried her misery, but no one came to comfort her.

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Put the next part up as quick as possible x

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Justine just had to find something to do. Ever since moving in, last Saturday, she had been fidgeting all over her apartment. Thanks to the money that August Rand had given her after their last meeting, she had stocked the fridge full of snacks, some fruit, some juice. She had been able to send her daughter to school with a full lunch. But despite this, she was aching to do something with her life.

Except that she had little or no education. Her conversation the girl called Pink, yesterday, had made her reflect on the fact that, even if she was being given room and board in exchange for sexual services, if she really wanted to get out of this situation in the long term, she needed to find herself a job. She had worked a lot of dead-end clerk jobs, cashier in a lot of places around town. To be honest, the place where she had made the most money was dancing. But with the fallout from the cops closing down the club, she didn't know where to turn. Of course, she could have tried to track her friend Jaylee (if only to thank her for telling her about this place). Maybe she could have directed her to a new place. But somehow, Justine didn't want to go back to that setting and be exposed to the drug scene (which she had managed to avoid last time).

The phone line rang. It came with the rent. But only one person had that number. She picked it up.

"Mister Rand?"
"Justine. Please, call me August."
"Ok. What can I do for you?"
"I would like to invite you to dinner, tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes... it will be Friday, we can talk about how you're settling in, and resolve our business."
"Ah yes... of course..."

The image of her last romp with Rand, last week, was still vivid in her mind. It didn't help that she had managed to watch a lot of his material thanks to the free internet connection in the apartment. Her body quivered at the simple thought of being with him again.

"I'd love to.."
"Excellent. Come to my office, we'll order something and... talk."
"Of course. I... can't wait."

He hung up before she did. She held on to the phone device for a while longer before hanging it up. As she turned towards the fridge, to see what she would do for dinner, she heard the door open.

"Tina! Hi!" she called out.

There was no answer. Tina walked past her and straight into their shared bedroom. Justine immediately knew something was up so she moved to follow her. Tina had buried her face in her pillow.

"What's wrong, honey?"

Justine sat on the bed and started to caress her daughter's back. Since Tina didn't answer, Justine sat quietly, gently rubbing her daughter's neck and shoulders, fingers in her air. Tina seemed to relax, barely lifting her head off the pillow so she could speak.

"Am I a bad girl, mom?"
"What? No! Of course not... why would you think that?"
"Because..."

Tina paused. She tilted her head to the side so she could see her mother's face. Her hand was soothing, very comforting. It was a rare treat to get this level of ease between them.

"People don't like me. At school. I have no friends."
"That's... I'm sure that's not true."
"People always laugh at me, call me names... call me freak."
"Then they're morons!"

Justine's smile was bright.

"You are smart, and beautiful, and I love you, Tina."

Tina smiled, the conflicted emotions in her subsiding over the warmth of her mother's presence.

"Could you... draw me a bath, mom?"
"Of course. Anything for you."

Justine got up and hurried to the bathroom. Tina watched her get away, suddenly more aware of her own situation and how she felt. She thought of Hayley, who had only been looking out for himself throught it all. She thought of Samson - the monster to whom she now owed money. She thought of Old Lady Thompson who, despite her best intentions, had died and left her. And then, she thought of her mother, who despite everything, was still there. Tina got up and went into the bathroom. The water was pouring to the bath, Justine quietly sitting on the edge.

"Mom."

Justine turned her head.

"Yes dear?"

There was so much kindness in her voice.

"When I was... seven, I think... I got really sick and... you took time off work to take care of me."
"I remember... it was really scary."
"Remember what you did?"
"Of course. I poured you a bath. Like today."
"Yeah, but... that's not all you did."

Justine was puzzled. Tina explained.

"Well... you poured me a bath, you took off my clothes, you washed me... all of me... it was... one of the most connected moments we ever had. Mom. I've had the worst day in the world, and I need... please. Take care of me like you did, back then..."

Justine wasn't freaking out. Perhaps she should have been, but she felt the need in her daughter so strong... she couldn't deny her this, nor anything else. She was the only reason she lived. There was nothing she wouldn't do for Tina.

[jklivin]

Good to know there is nothing she won't do

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Justine allowed the bath to start filling up, making sure to control the temperature so it would be warm, just hot enough for her daughter. Tina was standing near the door, so Justine got up while the water was pouring and grabbed her daughter's hand, bringing her close.

"I don't know what happened today, Tina, but whenever you want to talk about it... I'm here. In the meantime..."

Justine got down to her knees and sat her daughter on the edge of the bath. She then proceeded to unlace her shoes, removing the sneakers one after the other. Tina said nothing, closing her eyes, enjoying the quiet and the attention. Socks followed, and Justine tossed them in the far corner.

"Raise your arms."

Tina complied. Her mother started to pull the t-shirt off, revealing her white bra supporting B-cups. The bath was about half-full so Justine cut off the water.

"Is that too hot?"

She grabbed her daughter's hand and pulled it into the water.

"No... it's fine."
"Good."

Justine undid the clasp on her daughter's pants, then unzipped it. She helpe her up and started pulling down her pants. Because of their tightness, the panties followed. The smell of her daughter's sex, at face level, assaulted Tina's senses, but she decided not to make anything of it, pulling down on it all until Tina no longer had pants or panties on.

"Climb into the water and turn around," Justine said.

Again, Tina complied. Justine undid the bra clasp and took it off. All of her clothes were now piled up in the corner of the room. Justine helped her daughter lower herself into the water.

"There..."

Tina was smiling. After all she had been through, she needed a caring hand to protect her. Justine moved away for a second, grabbing a wash cloth. She dunked it into the water and started rubbing it against her daughter's shoulders and back. Tina almost purred as the rough cloth started to wipe away the filth from her body, cleansing her mind and heart as much as anything else. Justine added soap and began to throroughly clean her daughter. She started with her face and neck.

"Remember how you hated me washing your face," Justine says.
"Yeah... not so much anymore. I love your hands..."
"That's sweet."

From there, Justine moved to shoulders and back again, rubbing with intensity. She ran the cloth up and down her forearm, pulling one apart and cleaning its own length, then reaching over the bath to grab the other. Water splashed around and wet Justine's top. Justine then moved the washcloth over Tina's chest, just above her breasts.

"Oh... that's nice," Tina moaned, her eyes still closed.

It took a conscious effort from Tina to actually start rubbing the cloth over her daughter's breasts, but seeing Tina's contentment as she ran circles on them to clean them well made it worth it. She then moved to cloth down to Tina's belly and sides, and she washed those areas with the same care.

"You're all wet," Tina suddenly said, opening her eyes.
"What?"
"Your blouse. It's all wet."

It was. More water had splashed on it.

"I should probably take it off."

And she did, unbuttoning the shirt completely, exposing her ample cleavage under a strong white bra. Tina's gaze immediately lost itself between her mounds, but Justine was unaffected and returned to her daughter's care. She moved down to her feet. Tina moaned from the rub, just because it felt so good. Justine took care of each toe independently, sliding the washcloth in-between, before moving up across all exposed skin : sole, top of foot, ankle and heel, then doing the other foot.

"Wow... this is nice..." Tina murmured.

It made Justine smile. Her daughter was relaxing after whatever shitty day she'd had. She was well, truly well. The washcloth moved up the legs to the knees, swapping between legs, and then up the thighs nearing the crotch area. Justine was suddenly shocked to see how thin her daughter really was, now that was actually touching her.

"You would tell me if you were in any trouble, right?"

Tina didn't answer. Justine figured she wasn't ready to speak. But perhaps she would open up more that their situation had improved. It may well be only a matter of time.

"Are you skipping meals, honey?"

Tina, for the first time in her life, stared into her mother's eyes and truly saw her concern but, and more importantly, she saw the love, unapolegetic, without limit.

"Yes..."
"Are you healthy?"
"I'm ok... I guess... I could be better."
"Can I help?"
"Yes, mom..."

There was no further discussion on that, as Justine's hands kept rubbing her daughter's thighs. Tina moved about, spinning herself around so she would be on all fours, presenting her behind to her mother.

"Can you wash my bum?"

There was such playfulness in that question that Justine could not deny it. As the washcloth began rubbing the skin on Tina's backside, the teenager spread her legs apart, exposing her sex fully to her mother. Perhaps because she was lost in her duties, Justine barely noticed it. She slid the washcloth between her daughter's cheeks and instinctively followed the curve around, so the washcloth (and therefore her hand) went to rest on Tina's sex. The daughter could not hold in the moan.

"I'm sorry," Justine said.
"It's okay... You need to clean me thoroughly, right?"
"Right."
"Between the folds too."
"Right."

It was like Justine wasn't operating consciously. Her hand, through the washcloth, started playing with the folds of her daughter's sex, washing it. Tina's mouth was wide open as she indulged in the gentle rubbing. It was over far too quickly for her, and she turned around, returning to her ass, but keeping her legs spread apart.

"Better?" Justine asked.
"Yes... although..."
"Although what?"

Justine's hand (and the washcloth) were resting on the inside of Tina's hip. Tina reached down with her own hand, dragging the washcloth (and therefore her mother's hand) back to her sex. She started moving them about, taking charge of the rubbing.

All of a sudden, Justine realized what they were doing and a moment of panic hit her.

[jklivin]

What a vivid scene very nice loving moment.

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For a moment, time seemed frozen to Justine, as images ran through her mind, traveling from the past into the future in a fraction of a second, but that fraction seemed a lifetime.

When she was ten, Justine had spent a weekend at her cousin's house. They had played all day in the mud and, by the time supper rolled around, Justine was filthy. Her aunt had dragged her to the bathroom, stripped her rather forcibly, and tossed her into the shower, under water too hot for her young skin, and started rinsing her off with a sponge. When Justine had protested, she had received a severe spanking with a wooden rod. She remembered her aunt rubbing the sponge hard, even between her legs. The nerve endings had been overly stimulated and hurt like hell for the next few days. But mostly, Justine remembered how helpless and violated she had felt.

When she was thirteen, barely into high school, she had been dragged after class into the girl's shower where they had forced her to strip naked and touch herself while they watched. She didn't remember who 'they' were, just that there were many girls looming over her. A few had peed on her at same time, as part of some kind of twisted initiation ritual. It had been her first time masturbating (having heard from her own mother that it was a sin).

By the time she was fifteen, she had met the man who would become Tina's father. Robert was a trouble-maker at school, African-American, good-looking and quite the reputation as a bad boy. To impress him into dating her, she had worn no panties in school and flashed him. That same day, he had ambushed her on her way home, dragged her into the park, to an isolated section in the woods, and he had fucked her.

Nine months later, Tina was born. Justine was cast out by her mother and moved in with Robert who tried his best to take care of her for three years, running from dead-end job to dead-end job until he had just quit and vanished. Not before he had tried to rekindle their 'romance' by bringing another guy into the mix, his best friend Petey. To be double-teamed while her daughter was sleeping in the other room had not been Justine's most pleasant sexual experience.

From there, all memories became a blur, until her interview with the strip club owner. She remembered dancing for him, taking off everything, surviving the encounter on stage only to cry her soul in the bathroom.

Suddenly, in light off all this, the arrangement with August Rand didn't seem too eccentric. And in the same light, in the now, giving a full bath to her grown daughter didn't seem so wrong.

Still, with one hand in the washcloth, Tina holding it against her crotch, Justine was in a daze, unsure of how to proceed. The room was suffocating from the steam generated by the hot bath. Despite being only in her bra, Justine was suffocating internally.

Suddenly, Tina's other hand, the one still free, came to rest just above Justine's cleavage. The contact was cool, and it allowed Tina to capture her mother's gaze.

"You're so warm, mom..."
"Honey... I don't think."
"Mom... Don't think. Don't talk."

The words were sweet, almost quiet. Tina's hand went to caress her mother's cheek. She started moving the other hand (washcloth and Justine's hand) between her legs, rubbing the lot against her own crotch, pressing her mother's finger through the washcloth against the folds of her sex. Justine looked down to see what was happening. Her hand didn't belong to her anymore, she realized. Tina had control over it.

With her free hand, Justine began to caress Tina's upper back and shoulders, gently rubbing up there while her other hand was maneuvered outside of her ability to sense it.

The image of a hard sponge suddenly popped into her mind and she had to speak.

"Tina, you're going to get hurt..."
"What?"

Tina paused the motion, startled by her mother's sudden reaction. Justine managed to finally pull her hand away, and she let the washcloth drop into the water.

"If you rub it too hard, you'll get hurt..."
"I won't, mom. I promise."

Tina recovered Justine's hand and brought it back against her sex, without the washcloth this time. Fingers returned to their duty, guided by a daughter's hand. Tina moaned internally as she felt the electricity travel into her body, unable to believe what she was having her mother's hand do. It made her ambitious and lusting for more.

"Mom..."
"Yes, Tina?"
"Can I... suck your nipple, like when I was a baby?"

Justine didn't answer. Her hand moved from her daughter's back to her breast, and she pulled the cloth of the bra aside, revealing one nipple and leaning in. Tina leaned in too and her lips met her mother's nipple. She licked the aerola, then gently bit the nipple, drawing a slight moan from her mother. With more force, she teased her mother's fingers against her sex with some energy as she suckled on.

Justine stared at the scene with her mind blank, unable to comprehend why she was giving in to this lustful behavior, not wanting it to stop either.

Quite suddenly, Tina pulled her away and started moaning very loudly.

"Aw... mom! oh my... f... aye.... oooh..."

It was followed by a succession of squealing sounds as Tina managed to steal some eagerly sought pleasure from her mother's fingers. The energy subsided after that. Tina was smiling, her head temporarily lost in the clouds. Justine stared at that smile, the most beautiful reward. How could something that made her daughter feel so good be wrong, she wondered to herself?

Still, Justine wiped her fingers in the water before puling them away. Tina tilted her head, a satisfied look in her eyes.

"No matter how crappy the day," she whispered, "I still have my mom to take care of me."
"Of course, Tina. I'll always take care of you."

Tina pursed her lips. Justine took the cue and leaned in. Their lips met in a quiet kiss that lasted several seconds.

"You're the best, mom... Thank you for that. I... really needed it."

Justine was about to say something but she held it back. She couldn't get herself to say it. Not at this moment. But it made sense to her, so she told it to herself, internally. It was one word. Anytime.

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Justine was sitting in the kitchen, staring at the wall. After giving a bath and special attention to her daughter in the bathroom, she had helped her get out and then dry herself. It had all come quite naturally, without even an afterthought. Tina had retreated to their shared bedroom and was now finishing drying herself up. And Justine... she was lost in her consciousness somewhere, in memories of her younger self and in a potential future which she could yet see.

Slowly, she was attempting to come to terms with what she had done. And just because she had done it without flinching, just because she felt it was something she could probably do again, if the need arose, didn't make it any less convoluted in her mind. Odd words, whispered only behind closed doors, etched their way into her brain, forcing themselves to the surface until she could not deny their existence.

Yes, she had given a bath to her Tina. Yes, they had kissed. Yes, her daughter ha suckled her breast. Yes, she had touched Tina's genitalia, first with the washcloth, then with her fingers. True, it had been Tina guiding her hand the whole time... perhaps it was why it felt so disconnected.

Tina walked into the kitchen, the towel wrapped around her body, and she saw the absent stare of her mother. She immediately understood what it was about and, while she did not feel the same sense of confusion as her mother did (and Tina actually wondered why this seemed to bother her less than her mother), she knew better than to intrude on her private thoughts. Instead, she poured herself a soft drink and sat across her from the table.

Something had changed, Tina knew, and it had everything to do with her mother's decision to come here, to this new place. Tina wasn't complaining at all, but she understood that everything new that was happening hinged on this truth. And while she was still thinking of how she was going to pay back her dealer's provider the two thousand dollars she owed, her immediate concern was her mother. More than anything, Tina realized, she needed her mother beside her. Their encounter in the bathroom, only a few minutes ago, proved it, at least to Tina.

As Justine's gaze shifted to her daughter, she felt the urge to speak.

"Well... that was a nice, warm bath..."
"Yes."

Justine was looking at Tina, but she was really staring past her.

"And... you're feeling better, Tina?"
"Much."
"You want to tell me what this is about?"

Tina was trapped. She felt like, by accepting the previous interaction with her mother, she had signed some form of contract that bound them together. She couldn't really explain why she felt that way, but it was undeniable.

"I... ran into some trouble at school."
"What kind of trouble?"
"Nothing much... some of my schoolmates... took advantage of me."
"Took advantage? How?"

Despite this bond, there was no way Tina could tell her mother the truth, not after such an intimate moment. She was convinced it would not only tear them apart, but that her mother would lose it. The lie had to be convincing.

"Well... they... pretended to like me and there was this guy..."
"Oh."

It was almost like Justine was disppointed, Tina realized. She carried on with her explanation.

"Anyway, they had me get a little physical with him and... humiliated me afterwards."
"Well," Justine said, her eyes still lost somewhere past her daughter, "you don't need them."
"Of course, mom."

For a moment, both sat in silence.

"uh... mom?"
"Yes, dear."
"Now that you have a job and all... um... could I get an allowance?"

The question caught Justine completely by surprise and her brain started to do some math. Her daughter had never before asked her for money. And yet, there was no question she needed it. New clothes, new shoes, new backpack... Justine, staring at her daughter and truly seeing her, realized the depth of how far they had sunk before coming here.

"Of course, dear... How much?"

This was a question Tina was actually dreading. Getting two thousand dollars in a week was impossible, of course... and how much could she really ask for? She decided to try out a number.

"Um... I don't know... maybe... a hundred for the week?"

It was a guess.

"What is it for?" Justine asked.

Again, Tina froze. How could she tell the truth? The lie was the only option.

"Maybe some new, um... shoes? Or school supplies."
"We can go buy them together."
"Yeah, we could... yeah."

Justine got up and reached for her purse. She took the leftover money there, some forty dollars, and gave it to Tina.

"Here... start with this for your school supplies. This weekend, we'll go shoe shopping."
"Ok... Sure."

Justine smiled. Suddenly, the act which she had performed in the bathroom seemed insignificant over the smile of her daughter - even if it did look like a confused smile. But it didn't matter. Tina was happy. Again, this emotion swelled up. It was all Justine needed to justify everything.

Except that she now needed to have a new talk with August Rand.