[Fiction] Rent Free (R-18)

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Tina was intimidated by Gael. In the car on the way back, she had kept quiet as her mother and Gael had chatted about seemingly irrelevant things. Back in their apartment, Tina had quickly returned to her room. She was angry at being sick, at having an infection, at being unable to fulfill her obligation to the Rat Pack, at herself for being blackmailed into all this. She was mostly terrified of letting every single person she had slept with (many of whom she didn't even know the names) know that she might have given them an STD, albeit a minor one.

What bothered her about missing tonight (she had again confirmed with the Rat Pack her absence, for health reasons, and the SMS reply had seemed understanding) was that this could affect the length of her contract with them. Her infection caused the same concern. She still had a full week to go, and next Friday and Saturday as well. But if she missed out on one day, what did that mean in the greater scheme. The fact that her mother and Gael were chatting away in the computer room did not help. She would have liked to talk with her mother about what had transpired, to tell her everything, but she couldn't, simply because her mother wasn't available.

Gael, on her part, wasn't taking it easy on Justine. As a psychiatrist, she had figured out some of the major issues in Justine's life. It didn't take much analysis to peer through her defenses.

"The way I see it," Gael told her, "you are compensating for all the lack of attention you got as a child..."
"Maybe so..."
"...and the way you feel about your daughter, how important she is - well, it's because your own mother renounced you."
"That makes sense."

Justine had never thought about her life under such light; what Gael was saying truly opened her mind.

"And these urges to... protect her? To keep her safe and... close?"
"All natural. A mother's instinct is powerful."

Shame was hard to ignore. When it was merely her daughter and herself, the social aspect of their intimate relationship could easily be dismissed. With someone else's presence in the room, eyes looking at her, she couldn't disregard them.

Gael leaned closer, a hand on Justine's own.

"You love your daughter..."
"Yes."
"More than you should, perhaps?"

Justine was reluctant to answer, so Gael coaxed her on.

"I see how you look at her. I see the fear and shame... have you two ever...?"

Justine wanted to lie, but she didn't reply. Her silence was more vocal than her words would have been.

"I see..."
"...I don't know why but..."
"But it happened, right?"
"Yes..."

If Gael had harbored any bad intentions, she could have easily taken advantage of Justine's weakness. A confession, indirect as it was, could spell disaster for the mother. She would lose guardianship of her minor daughter at the very least, and could face criminal charges. But Gael, despite an overbearing sexual personality, was still a kind person, and she didn't think along the lines of most of her colleagues.

"Did you force it or did it happen naturally...?"
"...naturally... I hope."
"Did she want it?"
"Yes."
"And did you?"
"Yes..."

There was a pause.

"It's where you got the infection too," Gael replied.
"I think so... I'm sorry if I gave it to you."
"I'm clean for now, but I'll check up with my doctor tomorrow."

There was a pause and Justine stared at Gael, visibly distraught, scared at the consequences of her admission.

"...what are you going to do about Tina and me?"

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"Well, she ain't here!" Peter said to the third man within five minutes.

Things were dicey at the Rat Pack's crib. There were at least five guys who had come strictly for Tina's pussy, and she wasn't there.

"Fuck man, I got my money, I'm gonna fuck a pussy or I'm gonna get mad!"
"Just hold your horses," Peter said in a stern tone. "I'll find something."

The lout stood his ground; it was Peter who retreated inside the home to find his allies. Kyle wasn't anywhere near, but Tommy was chilling with a beer against the kitchen counter, chatting up his girlfriend Jayna. Peter grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away.

"Man, we got a big issue..."
"What now?"
"Your girl's not here."
"I know, I got the text."
"So... we only hired her because you wanted us to do her a favor..."
"Yeah, but she's sick. I mean, for fuck's sake, she even went to the clinic."
"Big whoop. We got guys lined up with money to fuck that slut, and she's a no-show. You know what that does to our rep?"
"So wadda ya want to do about it?"

The two stared at each other silently, then Peter looked past his friend, back towards the kitchen counter.

"Well, since this is your problem, why don't we get your girlfriend to solve it?"
"What? No fucking way!"

Peter stared down his colleague threateningly.

"You owe us, Tommy, and don't you forget it."
"Even if she did, which she won't, she'd never go for it. You're nuts man!"

Peter reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a small bag of powder in a plastic bag.

"Not if you put that into her drink... she'll do anything we want."
"Are you insane? That's..."
"That's the deal. Your girlfriend spreads her legs for us tonight, or you're done with this crew - and you know what that means. Decide fast."

Tommy stared at his friend, bewildered at the threat. He stared back at his girlfriend, who smiled at him innocently. He looked around at the place, trembling with insecurity. His hand grabbed the powder bag, and he walked away from Peter, resolutely going back towards the kitchen.

Peter ran out to intercept the guys before they left.

"Give me fifteen minutes, guys, and I'll have someone lined up you're really gonna enjoy."
"Fine! But it better be worth it."
"Oh! She will... I'm thinking of sampling the goods myself!"

The boys laughed outside the house while inside, a different scene was unfolding, one that tore Tommy to pieces, but that he carried out anyway, because he simply couldn't let go of his position within the Rat Pack. Jayna drank the glass he offered her; ten minutes later, he left her in a separate, isolated room and went on a drinking binge himself.

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"But they're not alone..."

Parked just outside August Rand's tenement buiding, nurse Janet was on the phone with the man who had hired her to involve Tina in the prostitution scam, drug cartel member Samson. He wasn't pleased with her report.

"I gave you plenty of money to make it happen," he replied from the safety of his lair over the phone." Don't back out now..."
"I'm not backing out. Look, maybe the girl really is sick... I know they went to a private clinic."
"Do I sound like I care?"
"...no but..."
"Enough yammering," he replied.

There was a moment of silence as Janet considered what to do next. She had been sent to pick up Tina when she would leave for her activities at the Rat Pack's place, to bring her there, and then to bring her to the motel once more for another night of sex with strangers. The fact that Tina hadn't come out at her usual time (a fact known to Samson) was problematic. Whoever this new woman was, she had means, if she could be judged by her vehicle or the fact she had access to a private clinic.

Janet had agreed to ambush Tina and get her involved for a good portion of the profits; they had also promised her that, while he was in jail, her own brother would be untouchable. If she failed to deliver on her promise, there was no way to tell what Samson would do.

Eventually, the door to the building opened; the woman that came out, young and skinny, could only be a prostitute, or at the very least someone pretending to be one, again if this could be judged by what she was wearing. Janet waited a few minutes and saw a car arrive; she climbed into the back seat and the driver, a balding male in his forties, joined her there. Janet decided the best way to pass the time was to take pictures of the couple in flagrante delicto.

Eventually though, she would have to do something about the fact that Tina wasn't coming out - or else.

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Jayna doing the guys sound like she's gonna become a slut too maybe?

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"Just a blow, this time," Justine told the pizza delivery man.
"I'll take what I can get... just the you or is your friend also... um... paying?"

His name was Phil, bald, slight gut, black mustache. He had met Justine on a previous delivery run to August Rand. He had not seen her since then. Tonight, she had ordered a pizza to her own apartment. He had come without expectations. He had found two gorgeous women, Justine and another as of yet unnamed older cougar, ready to get on their knees for him. Well, Justine at least.

"Just watching," Gael told him. "Like the other girl, if she wants to join us."
"Other girl?"
"She's resting in the other room..."
"Ok."

Justine started undoing his pants; a moment later, she had wrapped her lips around his shaft and he was indulging in the warmth of her mouth. Gael watched with intent; Justine had spilled the beans about everything. Gael hadn't judged. She had asked if she was comfortable living like this, to which Justine was surprised to say she was (except the for her current infection, which was why she had refused pussy access to Phil). The pizza man didn't even try to hold out; since it was merely about his pleasure, he allowed every sensation to drive him upwards. Justine swallowed all of him, his creamy load down her throat as he held back his moans of pleasure (mindful of not waking the other girl).

"I'd say that clears the air..." he mumbled, after she pulled away.
"Same deal?"
"Oh yeah, baby... no charge for you."
"Thanks."

A satisfied Phil was out the door and almost in the street when he noticed the vehicle parked in front. There was someone in the front seat, driver's side, a woman. She was there when he had arrived; the encounter with Justine and the other woman had lasted no more than fifteen minutes. She hadn't moved. At this time of night, it seemed suspicious. It also made him think of some bad stories August had told him about some of the women who lived here.

He turned back up the stairs, knocking on the door once more. Justine was extremely surprised to see him, but it was Gael who was more interested by what he had to say about the suspicious vehicle and its driver.

Once Phil was gone, Gael seemed to consider her options.

"This is getting... convoluted," she told Justine.
"How so?"
"Your story, your daughter's story, how you both got sick, the extreme sexuality you have both been submitting yourselves to... and that story with the drug gang? And this place?"
"What about this place?"
"You don't know who August Rand is..." Gael stated.
"I know he used to a porn star..."
"Oh! my dear Justine, he's a lot more than that. He may be the last true gentleman of this world."
"What? I don't understand."

Gael decided she needed to take action.

"Listen up, Justine, because I really don't want anything bad to happen to you and your daughter. I think... what you have is unique, quite refreshing in its unconventionality... but it's gonna fall apart if we don't do anything about it."
"Fall apart?"

Gael gave a strong kiss to Justine.

"I'm gonna get dressed and go. When I'm gone, you're probably going to get some visit... turn on the camera, record at least all the conversations."
"The drug gang?"
"Maybe... maybe not... they may... try to rape you, like they did before."

Justine trembled, but not for herself.

"What about Tina?"
"Your deal with them should stand, so hopefully, they won't touch her. Look, they won't show their hand while I'm here. I'll... be close."
"Okay..."

Whatever Gael had in mind, it was happening now.

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There was a knock at the door. Justine quickly checked up on her daughter, still resting in their bedroom. She closed the door there and made a detour by the computer room before heading to answer from the hall. She didn't even bother checking through the spyhole.

Samson was standing outside the door, flanked with his two favorite bodyguards, the same ones that had accompanied him the first time he had come. He pushed his way in.

"Hello again, Justine."
"Sir," she replied in her most stoic tone.
"I'm here for some loving..."
"I'm sorry," she replied. "That's not possible."

He was surprised by her reply.

"I thought we had an understanding," he replied, his eyes harboring a threatening glance.
"You had one. I started working at the Dragon Lounge, dancing. They own me now."
"...well tough luck for you. I'm still going to get what I want."

He looked past her at the bedroom door.

"If not from you, then from your daughter..."
"Don't you dare!" Justine replied.
"So our understanding stands, then..."
"...you need to leave."

Samson was bewildered by her reaction. The slap across her face echoed across the room, and Justine fell backwards to the floor.

"You ungrateful bitch!"

He had one of his goons pick her up and sit her on the table.

"We made a deal... if you don't do it, then your daughter will, and I won't be kind about it..."
"She's not here."
"Is that so?"

He motioned one of his henchman towards the bedroom.

"She's with her friends..."
"You're lying."
"What? Are you spying on us?"
"I look after my investments."

The thug opened the door, confirming the girl was indeed in the room. Samson's tone was mean.

"I'm gonna bend you over the table, and I'm gonna stuff your ass. Then, Tony here is gonna to the same, and then Jorge. And you're gonna like it."
"So you're going to rape me then..." she replied, tears in her eyes.
"What is it with this chick today?" Samson laughed, pulling her off the table.

He pushed her face front on the table.

"If your daughter knows what's good for her, she'll stay quietly in her room while we go about our business."

Of course, Tina was hearing everything from the other room. She actually called out to her mother.

"Mom...?"
"Stay in the other room, Tina..."
"Good call," Samson said, "because is she comes in here, she becomes fair game... Better scream though. I want to make sure she knows I'm not faking it when I dump my load in your ass..."

It didn't take long for Samson to get going...

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It wasn't long after Samson and his goons left that Tina walked out of her room to check in on her mother in the kitchen. It wasn't a pretty sight. Beyond raping her ass, leaving her extremely sore from the violence of their actions, they had also manhandled her considerably. She was naked, leaning on the table, her costume torn, her skin bruised all over, her muscles aching.

The sight tore Tina's heart.

"Mom!"

She raced up to her.

"I'm so sorry! This is all my fault! I did this to you... I..."

Justine looked up. There were tears in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, but her lips formed a smile.

"...the important thing is that you're safe..."
"But... I..."
"Ssshh..."

Justine straightened herself as best as she could.

"Come on... follow me. Lock the door, please."

Tina hurried to the front room door, left unlocked by the departing men. She returned to her mother who had headed into the computer room.

"Mom... what are you doing?"
"Following Gael's advice, honey..."

Tina helped Justine into the room; she didn't sit down because of the pain in her ass, so she knelt in front of the camera. It was still recording. Justine was pleased. She didn't explain her look at Tina.

"Honey," Justine spoke, "we've really screwed up a lot of things in our lives, haven't we...?"
"Mom... I..."
"Relax. I love you too. I love you more than... myself. Than life itself."

Justine caressed Tina's chin, then planted a kiss on her lips. Tina was crying, so Justine tried to dry away her tears.

"You and I, Tina, are going to have... a great life together."
"We are? How? I'm a prostitute now... I got you sick and other people too and..."
"Gael is going to help us, but I have to do a few things too..."
"Like what?"

Justine didn't answer.

"I need to call... I need to call our landlord."
"Why? What is he going to do?"
"He needs to know what just happened in his home... he needs to know."

It was about something Gael had told her, a simple question, about August Rand, about how he had made his fortune. It hadn't been from his pornography.

"Trust me, Tina. I love you and... I want to be with you."
"You love me, despite...?"
"Yes."
"I love you too mom..."

Tina kissed her mother passionately. Justine pushed her away after a few seconds.

"A few more days, Tina, and then... and then we win."

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Jayna stirred awake with a migraine, soreness all over her body. Her mouth was pasty and dry. As she attempted to roll to her side, a pain in her gut shot up and she coughed. As she tried to curl up in a ball, the wetness from between her legs drew her attention; her hand wandered down there, and she touched a wet substance. She brought her fingers to her nose: the unmistakable smell of semen assaulted her nostrils.

There was more. Wetness in the bed under her felt all too familiar; even the back of her throat, now that she realized it, tasted salty.

"...fuck happened...?"

She managed to roll herself to her sides, then tried to stand. She succeeded on the third try. She couldn't find her clothes, so she grabbed the blanket off the bed, wrapping it around herself.

There was a toilet connected to the room she was in; she stumbled into it, leaning her head over the bowl, as if she would vomit, except she didn't. She simply spat out saliva - whatever she could, given her dry mouth.

As she rose, she suddenly faced the mirror. Her eyes were sullen, her nose was red, and her lips were swollen. She pulled the blanket away to see her naked body: she saw the dried stains across her entire flesh.

"oh my fucking god..."

There was a small window in the bathroom; abandoning all pretense at modesty, she dropped the blanket and opened the window. She knew what had happened. She knew where she was. She even remembered the odd-tasting drink her boyfriend had given her.

In the nude, she clumsily crawled out of the window; once outside, she unceremoniously dropped to the ground. She crept along the wall, towards the parking lot. She spotted, from the corner of her eye, a couple having sex on top of the Ferrari. Her eyes wandered a moment to their half-naked bodies, but she needed to press on.

Aware of how exposed she was, she walked out into the parking lot. The woman having sex, seeing her, yelled out to her. She was obviously quite drunk.

"You go streaker!"

The young man pounding into her turned around.

"All right!" he exclaimed, laughing, obviously inebriated too. "You want some more dick?"
"...more?" Jayna hazarded, still groggy.
"Yeah... we saw you earlier... get humped good..."
"...mmm... which one?"
"Don't know... didn't know that guy..."
"You look so hot," the girl said. "Are you sure you don't wanna threesome? I'd like some poo-say!"

She giggled all the way through that comment.

"Um... no..."

Jayna was mortified. She walked away from them, hearing them resume their lewd almost public sex act. She needed to escape. She needed to... do something about it.

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It had been a while since Haley had heard of Tina. In fact, he hadn't seen her since he had handed her to Samson. He had decided not to dwell on it. His ribs were still bruised, and he hadn't sold anything since.

In hindsight, sex for drugs had been the stupidest decision of his life. Or perhaps the issue really was that he had skipped on paying his supplier. He would have needed to take it out of his cut, and he simply hadn't thought of that. It was all in the past now.

A harmless knock on the door got him up from playing GTA; he pulled it open and stood face-to-face with Tina. He froze. She was wearing short shorts, a tank top (with no bra). She looked like she had been crying.

"Haley," she whispered.
"...uh..."
"Can I come in?"
"...but uh..."

He had sold her out. She was out for revenge. Haley, despite being four years older than her, didn't feel a match for anyone in his current condition. He was topless, in boxers that looked like shorts. He was still injured.

"Look," she replied, "I'm not here to cause you any pain."
"Ok... come in."

He still wasn't certain, but he decided she wasn't here to kill him. Maybe she was looking for more drugs: he didn't have any anymore. Or maybe she was looking for sex. Again, he was in no shape to assist.

As the door closed behind her, Tina moved to sit on the edge of the table. Haley moved back to his couch, anxious to get back to his game, but not wanting to be unfriendly.

"...so... why are you here?" he asked.

She hesitated.

"I got an infection..."
"What?"
"In my pussy... infection. Disease."
"Oh shit!"
"Had it for a few weeks... maybe... you gave it to me."
"No fucking way!"

He rose up, angry. She stared him down: she wasn't so innocent and carefree anymore. He could tell she had been hurt, and he knew it was his fault somehow. It made him back down. He had never been confrontational.

"...do you have... it's like small white dots on your... dick?"
"um... no. Not at all."

He actually wondered. He pulled his shorts away and checked his manhood; it seemed fine to him.

"Nope..."
"So it's not you... that's a relief."
"...it couldn't be me. I mean... I haven't had sex since you and I... last time... and..."

He didn't to admit it but she had been his only partner. He had always pretended to be an experienced lover, but he only had three partners behind his belt, and nothing recent. Tina sighed.

"I have to put this cream on my crotch every day for three weeks... it's not as fun as it sounds."
"...um... sorry."
"Otherwise... I'd let you fuck me for good measure."

He stared at her and suddenly became truly concerned. He realized how much trust this girl had put in him, how he abused that trust... he wanted to feel bad about it, but it wasn't in him. Still, he was concerned about her current state.

"...what are yo gonna do?"
"Run up the chain. After we stopped, I... went into some... heavy shit. I needed money to pay off my... debt. So..."
"...sorry."

It was as sincere as he could make it.

"Anyway, I gotta track all my sexual partners. My mom's busy with stuff so I decided to start tonight."

Haley hesitated before asking the question.

"...how many?"
"I don't know. I lost track at fifty... maybe."

She sighed, and she got up to leave. He didn't try to stop her. She was damaged goods now. It was best they never saw each other again.

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[It's not strange you want characters to go in any direction. It's normal. I just hope you're enjoying the story.]

Samson could barely understand all that had transpired during the night between Saturday and Sunday. That is, he understood it, but it still made no sense to him.

Around 4AM, the police had crashed into his house to take him into custody under multiple charges. They had arrested his bodyguards too. The list of the crimes he was accused with was staggering: multiple counts possession of drugs with intent to sell (and they had found quite a stash in his home, along with the profits from his sales), assault charges, sexual assault charges, a few misdemeanors and resisting arrest (he had actually tried to strike an officer in his confusion).

By 6AM, he was in the interrogation room. By 7AM, his lawyer was in, and it looked bleak. The most damning piece of evidence came from his own voice - a confession of criminal deeds recorded on tape. They played a portion of it for him. In it, he recognized the female voice.

"...you like it in the butt, don't you..."
"Stop... please... you're hurting me."
"Serves you right for trying to back out of our deal."
"It's... blackmail!"

All the while the dialogue was playing, the sound captured the sounds of sex and a table rocking.

"So what? Bitch, you ain't... fucking done with me... I own your ass, like I owned your daughter's..."
"...please don't force yourself on my daughter again..."
"I'll do what I goddamn well please, you slut!"

There was a sound of a slap.

"Oh! fuck! I'm gonna fill your ass up so nice..."
"...no... please..."
"I'm coming in your ass slut... fuckk!!"

It was enough to indict him. His lawyer didn't see it good and wanted a plea; if Samson gave away his suppliers, he might get a deal. The cops refused.

Even after he was arraigned, later in the day, a Sunday of all days, Samson still didn't believe it, and how he had screwed himself up so bad. If he ratted out his bosses, he was dead. The only option to survive was to take it like a man and own up... that way, he might actually survive in jail.

In the courtroom, before being taken away, he spotted a man looking at him, casting an angry glance. It took him a moment to realize who it was, and suddenly, it all made sense. There were some people you just didn't cross, and he had crossed the line.

August Rand watched him walk away. He smiled, knowing that a punk like Samson would get his in prison. He would make sure of it. After all, what good was all this dirty money for if it didn't serve his interests. Keeping Justine and Tina safe was paramount. He had made a promise, and someone had encroached on his territory. That someone had to pay.

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