[R18+][FICTION] Rent Free (R-18)

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At the very least, nurse Janet had provided Tina with a paper justifying her late arrival to class. But getting sanctioned of getting a detention was the least of her worries as she sat back down, ignoring the teacher speaking up front. Her mind was on her encounter with the nurse, not too long ago, and the sensation lingering between her legs, where she had been fucked.

"Your climax is amazing," nurse Janet had said. "I want to see it again."

Tina had come twice during the forced penetration, regardless of her desires. The nurse had been thorough in that department.

"You heard me, cunt. I'm gonna fuck you some more..."

The words still resonated in Tina's ear. In fact, nurse Janet had made a date for that evening. Tina had then tried to explain that she already had prior engagements.

"Not my problem. Guess you'll have to do both... I bet you're gonna have to do both."

An agreement had been reached. Tina would be allowed to go to her activity - she had managed avoiding telling the nurse what it was - up until midnight (or a little past) and then she would leave and meet up with the nurse at a motel. The address was written in permanent maker on the inside of her leg, something that wouldn't come off until a few days.

The oddest thing, of course, was that Tina was almost looking forward to it now. Her mind was absorbed in all that was going to happen to her tonight, and she wondered how she could hide all this from her mother - especially now that they had agreed to be honest with each other.

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Justine was upset that her daughter had not come home from school. At the very least, she had called to let her know what was happening.

"So you're heading out with your friends, then?"
"Yeah... sorry for supper..."

A warm home-cooked meal was now being stored in the fridge. Given the fact that Justine couldn't meet with her daughter to the Rat Pack's home because she was hosting August Rand tonight, it meant she would not see her daughter potentially until tomorrow morning.

Whereas last week, sleeping with August Rand would not have been an issue, today, she felt that she wasn't looking forward to it. In fact, she was dreading it. It wasn't that August was an unattentive lover, quite the contrary. But the more she reflected upon herself, the less Justine wanted to be with men. She had actually hoped for a quickie with Tina before supper (and that, in itself, was a great part of the frustration).

Using her newly installed internet, she began browsing online for lesbian bars. If she was going to meet someone, and a woman, she needed to start looking in the right places. But then, as she perused the locations, she began to wonder (again) how a lover would react to her arrangement with August. There were many torturous ideas shuffling inside her head when the door rang.

Whether she was ready or not, whether she wanted to do it anymore, her guest was here, and she needed to entertain him.

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In order to motivate herself at doing what she needed to do, Justine had asked her guest and landlord, August Rand, to shoot another video with her, and he had agreed, provided he remain anonymous. The scene had been quite intense, with Rand using his years of pornographic acting to run up the heat, playing it as a home invasion. The rather forceful nature of the video was sure to please many internet fans.

After the fact, in the camera room, Justine had explained on camera how this scene had been staged, and how she hoped everyone liked it. She would upload it later on the web.

"If we are going to do more shoots," August told her, "I'm going to want to bring in someone."
"What?"
"Relax, you won't have to pay for it- well, not with money. There are so many shots you can do with a fixed camera."
"Bringing in a cameraman?"
"Yes... you'll bet better quality image, potentially making more money. Speaking of which... you seem to be getting back on your feet. You have this setup... do you have a job?"
"I started dancing at a strip club again."
"Which one?"
"Dragon Lounge."
"I may just have to visit, then," August mused.

At least, Justine told herself, he was a gentlemen, not like Samson.

"...if you bring someone with a camera... could it be a woman?"
"Are you into women, Justine? I didn't know that about you."
"To be fair, I'm... experimenting..."

August nodded. She didn't want to tell him more, so she started cleaning up the spill he had shot over her stomach.

Again, August thanked her, and told her to confirm if she wanted to do a shoot for next Friday. As soon as he left, Justine went online, uploaded the video, then began perusing some of the comments left on her webpage. Perhaps some on there might be inclined to pay more for time with her, and more money couldn't hurt.

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An evening with the Rat Pack meant one thing for Tina: lots of sex with a lot of different partners. Three weeks into her slavery, on a Friday night, and the trio had outdone themselves.

After the torment of the midday, in the nurse's office, Tina had hoped for a quiet evening, a limited number of partners and some time to recuperate before having to meet with the nurse at the motel. She had already explained to the Rat Pack that she had a date afterwards, asking them not to inquire, and they had agreed. It meant, however, that they packed more people within a short time constraint.

Before the party had even started, all three of her owners had enjoyed a turn with her; they had even, to save time, all gone together; Tommy was content with being serviced by her mouth (he was waiting on his own girlfriend Jayna but she never showed); Peter and Tommy double-teamed her, swapping holes until both were satisfied with their performance. Tina had then been given a rest to get something to eat. She had barely swallowed her meal that her presence was required.

They came in a greater number than before, practically everyone that had been with her so far as regulars, using and abusing her every which way. She was stripped, tied up and fucked non-stop for roughly three hours. Women joined in with their fingers, dildos, rubbing up against her. It felt as if everyone had decided to be with her on the same day. It was almost a torture, even through the bliss of the sexual experiences. Many simply forgot to use condoms or chose not to; after the fifth guy filled up her sex, she was so messy that someone forced her to clean up.

Dragged into the shower, she was face-fucked by two different males. The intensity of it all left her empty, a slave to their every whims, and while her body reacted to the constant pleasure, her mind had shut down.

By midnight, she had lost count of how much sperm she had swallowed, and how many times her holes had been filled, how many pussies she had munched, and how many times she had come. A little late to the game, Tommy got everyone to back off and leave her alone.

Tina was desperate for sleep; the threat of nurse Janet, however, echoed back in her mind and she hopped to her feet. She asked Tommy to call her a cab; concerned, he almost didn't let her go, but she insisted. He stayed with her until she got into the cab and told him the address where to go. Tommy, having seen her naked, knew it was the address written on the inside of her thigh.

As the taxi rolled away, the young man wondered what to do.

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Nurse Janet was at the expected rendezvous. Tina had fallen asleep in the back to the taxi cab, so she was still groggy when she walked up to the door of the motel room. The nurse dragged her into the room without ceremony.

"Good, you're here. Good girl."
"...what's going to happen?" Tina asked, still in a daze.
"You're gonna get a lot of work done tonight, honey. Now strip!"

Too exhausted to fight back, Tina tossed her clothes to the floor. The nurse picked them up and threw them in the bathroom.

"The first people arrive in only fifteen minutes, so we need to get you ready. Put this on."

It was a blindfold. Tina wrapped it around her head but not over her eyes, not yet. The nurse pushed her down on the bed; taking handcuffs, she tied one hand to one bed post, and the other at the other end.

"There we go. All nice and snug."
"It's a little tight."
"That's not my problem, slut. Now, let me look at your pussy."

The nurse leaned down between Tina's legs and examined her sex.

"It's all red and swollen. Guess it's already seen some use tonight. What about your ass? Do I need to check that too?"
"No."
"So there have been a few dicks up your ass too already? Good to know."

The nurse lowered the blindfold so Tina couldn't see anymore, making sure it was secure. She then reached into her handbag and also put earpieces inside Tina's ears. She plugged it to a music system.

"What you'll be listening to," she spoke before turning on the sound, "is a compilation from pornographic movies. Sounds of sex. If that doesn't you riled up nothing is."
"Wait? What am I supposed to do?"
"You? Nothing but spread your legs and wait for the men to trickle in."

As she spoke, the nurse reached under her short skirt, pulling off her panties and curling them into a ball, then pushing that ball inside Tina's mouth. To make sure she didn't spit it out, she ran some tape over the mouth as well.

"You're gonna make us a lot of money tonight, girl. And if you cooperate, we might even let you keep some."

The tone changed, becoming threatening.

"Now you better behave or I'll have to tie your legs too."

Tina would behave. She had no other recourse. All she wondered about was her mother, and how she would explain not coming back late in the night. After all, Tina was convinced this scene wouldn't end until morning. An educated hunch, perhaps.

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The door to the motel room opened, and the man walked out, zipping up his pants, quite content at the turnout. In the parking lot, there were three other men waiting, sitting on the hood of their old Volkswagen. None of them were young men, all drinking beer.

"Hey, he's out!" one of them called out to the man who had just exited.

The man stared back at them.

"Is this the place?" one of the trio asked.
"Yeap. She's inside. A beauty too, young, fresh... if you don't mind seconds or thirds."
"How much?"
"A hundred, you pay inside to the nurse... one at a time, no pushing. There's someone else with her right now though, so you'll have to wait a bit more."
"How old is she?" the older one asked.
"Barely legal..."

The answer made the man smile.

"Remember," the man said, "no funny stuff or they'll fish your corpse out of the river. Just a clean fuck, in and out, spray wherever you want, clean up your mess."

They didn't argue. They were too eager for their turn.

Inside the motel room, another man, balding, in his fifties, clearly not in shape, was busying his dick inside Tina's cunt, riding her for all his worth, while in the corner, dressed in sexy nurse lingerie, Janet contemplated the sight. The bills she had collected were sticking out of her bra, five hundred now.

"Goddamn she's tight as a virgin's bum," the man gloated.
"Your time is almost up. Counter is at three minutes," the nurse commented, sneering.
"Fuck, but I want to come in her pussy so bad..."
"Then put some energy into it. I can slap your ass if that helps."

She made her cravache snap, and the man redoubled his efforts while Tina lay there, fucked further by the unknown person, her eyes still hidden under the mask, her mouth still gagged, her arms still spread and her hands still tied. She was in it for the long haul. With the sounds of sex playing in the earphones, she couldn't recognize any voices in the room. She was nothing more than a sex doll.

"One minute," Janet called.
"Fuck. Fuck... Come on..." the man cried out as he kept drilling her hole. He would not make it, and this made him angry. He wrapped his hands around Tina's throat, choking her.

"Choke my dick with your cunt, you bitch!" he yelled at her.

Still, he kept going, hopeful to finally climax before his time was up.

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It was in a dirty toilet stall. To be honest, it wasn't that dirty, but it felt dirty. With three fingers up her pussy, Justine was riding high; her lover's mouth was wrapped against her breast, licking and biting at it, fucking her sex with fierce determination.

Justine had gone to the lesbian bar with no expectations. Failing to get immediate answers to the request for a partner to fuck her on camera, not expecting her daughter to return anytime soon, she had decided to go out and try one of those bars she had researched on the internet. This one was called the Wet Bird. Justine had worn a one-piece short dress, high-heeled shoes, plenty of makeup and her best smile.

Now, she was practically naked, her dress wrapped around her neck, her breasts uncupped from her bra and exposed, her panties around one ankle, her left shoe missing somewhere in the bathroom. It had taken less than an hour of drinks and looks to find a lady willing to enjoy a good time. She was in her fifties, still slim despite her age, and she had let her fingers do the talking.

"Fuck... fuck... I'm gonna come..."
"Cum on my fingers again, you slut..." the older woman, whose named she had never gotten, goaded her on.

The climax was heavenly, the second in only a few minutes. The woman slowed down, giving Justine a reprieve.

"Fuck wow..." Justine mumbled.
"You said it slut... you're really a horny bitch, you know that."
"You always talk like that?"
"Only to dirty cunts," the woman whispered in her ear, licking her earlobe, then continuing, "bitches who need to be fucked bad."
"...I guess that's me all right."
"If I had my strap-on here, I'd ram your ass up into your chest..."

Justine smiled, and a nasty idea entered her mind.

"Well, maybe we can help each other..."
"I was thinking it was about time you serviced me, slut."
"I can certainly do that but... have you ever thought of recording it?"

The woman in question didn`t know to be outraged or interested at the suggestion.

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It was around five AM. The last man was done, spending himself deep inside Tina's already swollen and overflowing hole. Most of her partners had done it within the time constraint given to them, sending load after load of semen dripping into her vagina. He laid on top of her, satisfied.

"Are you done?", the nurse asked, visibly tired from all this waiting around.
"I still got a minute left to cuddle..."
"No cuddling. Get off and wipe yourself."

The man in his sixties obeyed, somewhat reluctantly. The money had already changed hands, so he simply pulled up his pants and walked out. Janet walked to the bed and sat beside it, removing the headphones.

"There you go... that wasn't so bad, now, was it?"

Tina was having trouble breathing through the gag. Her crotch was incredibly painful from all the men that had enjoyed it (counting each hundred dollar bill or equivalent would reveal to Janet that 15 individuals had done so within a span of four hours - not counting everyone whom she didn't know about at the party prior to that). Her chest was swollen from the weight and pressure all the men (some of them quite heavy, around three hundred pounds) had exerted on her as they fucked her. Her throat was parched from dehydration. It was painful to breathe. Her brain ached from the lack of sleep.

The nurse didn't seem to mind.

"I have one more for you to do", the nurse told her as she untied her hands.

The nurse flipped Tina over to her knees because she couldn't do it herself, presenting her behind appropriately. She put the headphones back on her ears, reminding her to comply. Simply finding herself in a new position was an incredible release for Tina, but it didn't last. A minute later, she felt another hard dick entering her, this time pushing its way inside her ass. She cringed at the renewed pain, unable to fight back, unaware as before who was doing the drilling and enjoying it.

Nurse Janet kept an eye on Tina as she was pounded yet another time. They didn't need her to turn around. The penetration didn't last very long. A hot stream of cum fired into her ass, the man pulling out and finishing on her back. Nurse Janet smiled at the man, who winked at her.

Samson pulled up his pants. Before walking out, he took half the money from Janet, smiling all the way to the bank.

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Tina crawled into her bed around 6AM on Saturday morning. Her entire being ached from lack of sleep, dehydration, excessive sexual activity, sore muscles, and a killer headache. She didn't even notice that her mother wasn't in bed as she collapsed over the sheets, not bothering to undress.

Around 6:30, there was movement across the kitchen as a woman quickly went to the bathroom, then returned to the bed in the video room, where Justine was still sound asleep. The older woman grinned as she saw the strap-on dildo left on the floor from the previous floor which she had used to pound Justine into submission. A noise from the other room drew her attention, and she entered the bedroom, noticing Tina on the bed.

Without thinking, the older woman started to take off Tina's clothes, undressing her completely, then she pulled the sheets over her, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

She closed the door on her way out, then headed back to the video room. She examined the computer for a moment. She picked up the strap-on and tied it once more around her belt. She then grabbed a scarf which she wrapped against the bottom of her face. Once that was done, she activated the recorder.

Justine woke up with fingers in her sex, driving her to a muffled orgasm as the older woman forced her panties into her mouth, then was ridden hard until she climaxed on the strap-on deep inside her sex. Afterwards, the older woman requested a bout of oral plan, so Justine was forced on all fours and lapped up her new lover's pussy with abandon until the older woman climaxed hard on her face. Once that was done, the two fell back asleep in bed, and the camera kept rolling.

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"She is lovely," Gael told Justine as they drank their morning coffee. "Her father was African-American, I take it?"
"Yes, but he's not involved. I haven't seen or heard of him in thirteen years."
"Hope you enjoyed this morning's romp?" Gael whispered to Justine.
"It was certainly enjoyable."

Both women were dressed in their lingerie from the previous night, relaxing.

"You can be quite domineering," Justine said.
"I like having someone under my thumb," Gael replied.

Sounds of movement came from the bedroom. It was now past eleven. Tina crawled, naked, out of the room and headed straight for the bathroom. She didn't look well, pale and green almost. She didn't acknowledge there was someone unknown in her dining room.

"...she doesn't look well," Justine said, concerned.
"She came in around 6AM... I know 'cause it woke me up," Gael replied. "She just fell on the bed, so I undressed her and put her under the covers... I hope you don't mind."
"No. Thank you."

Suddenly, they heard the sound of someone vomiting in the bathroom.

"I better go check," Justine said.

Gael let her go. Tina was hunched over the toilet, her hair held back.

"Honey...?"
"...mom... I'm not feeling good..."
"What happened last night?"
"I..."

Tina paused. She had gotten to a point with her mother than she could tell her anything, but the new blackmail she was under was a new condition that warranted its own approach. Still, her mother had helped with the previous situation.

"...I got involved in something..."
"Something like what?"
"...sex-thing..."
"More than what you're doing with your friends?"
"...yeah... I... was a prostitute."
"What?"

The question wasn't judgemental at all: it was full of concern and care.

"...mom, they had guys coming in to fuck me and paying for it..."
"With your friends?"
"No... someone else... I can't tell you who though 'cause... it's all my fault."

Now wasn't the time to fight the pain, Justine told herself. Now was the time to care for her daughter. Had Gael not been in the other room, she would have poured a bath for Tina and helped her relax any way she needed.

In the other room, Gael had been paying attention, listening in on every word- and she wondered what that dialogue meant. She was certainly surprised at the confidence level between mother and daughter, their ability to talk openly about sex. It was, at the very least, refreshing.

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[You'll have to bear with me if I don't get back to the nurse just yet... there's a lot of things happening. Don't worry, she'll have her hand in this soon enough.]

Tina took a bath, alone, while Justine entertained her guest who, apparently, had nowhere to go today. Tina walked out of the bathroom and saw the older woman, gorgeous, in her fifties. Introductions were made, and Justine did not sugar coat the details of their encounter. Tina herself was evasive about what had happened to her on the previous night, but she did not feel well. She went back to bed.

Justine took Tina's phone and texted her friends at the RatPack from it, letting them know that she was so sick that she probably wouldn't be able to make it tonight. All the while, Gael hung around in her lingerie from last night, taking in the scene quietly.

"Your daughter is adorable..."
"She is..."
"Her father was black?"
"Yes."
"It shows."

Justine's mind should have been on her new lover that had spent the night, but it was clear to Gael that she only had eyes for her daughter; her motherly love bordered on the psychotic. What Gael had failed to mention yet was her profession: psychiatrist. It had not taken a long time for a diagnosis to form itself in Gael's mind, though she kept it to herself.

"You care for her a lot..."
"She's all I have..."
"So I see."

It didn't even seem odd to Justine that Gael hung around in her kitchen while Justine hovered between the bedroom and the kitchen. Time went by, and Gael checked her own messages, answering a text, but then refocusing on the scene. Eventually, she forced Justine to settle down.

"If you're so concerned about her, maybe you should take her to a clinic..."
"...I don't have the money for it."

The argument lingered in the room for a moment.

"No HMO insurance?"
"No... and... she...."
"Maybe she's sick because of what she did last night, and she's a minor, right?"

For a moment, Justine was scared that she was going to be judged, but Gael seemed sympathetic.

"Tell you what... we'll take a taxi to the clinic, go together. I'll take her to my own doctor, he can check her out."
"...why would you do that?"
"Because I'm concerned too isn't sufficient a reason?"
"I suppose..."
"Go get her dressed. I'll do the same and call us a cab."

As Justine got up to do just that, Gael called her back.

"There is one thing, though... you and me are going to have a session after this."
"A session? Like last night?"
"Not exactly, though I'm certainly not against the idea. No. We'll sit down and talk. I think you need it."

Justine was puzzled about the comment, but she was too concerned about Tina to think about it. It would wait for later.

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The female doctor had finished her checkup of Tina and was now doing her follow-up. The teenage girl was sitting alone in the observation room, with her mother anxiously awaiting the test results. It was now late in the afternoon, and the clinic was empty. Then again, the place was private. Gael apparently had means.

"Miss Brant?"
"Yes," Justine said as the doctor moved up to her.
"I finished the checkup and we sent blood for analysis but... I can tell you the basis of her condition."
"And?"
"Extreme exhaustion, dehydration..."

The doctor's attitude was clinical, not much empathy in her words.

"Has she been raped?"
"No! God no!..."
"Then she was sexually active, and whoever was with her was quite forceful. My exam revealed bruises inside her vagina."
"Oh my!..."

It wasn't actually a shock.

"I would recommend her not frequenting whoever did that to her."

There was something the doctor wasn't saying.

"And her blood?"
"We'll have results in a few days. Gael said she was covering the expenses..."
"She's one of your patients?"
"Yes."

Justine looked back at her daughter, still waiting in the other room.

"So... what do I have to do to help her?"
"Give her fluids. Electrolytes would be good. And make her rest. And no sexual activity for at least a few days. We need to give her body time to heal. And I would stay away from whomever she has been with recently. Cases like these are borderline rape, but if no one presses charges, nothing happens."
"I'll take care of her, doctor."

The doctor looked back at her patient.

"She also had a minor fungal infection. I prescribed an ointment cream that she needs to administer. It is contagious, so it might be wise to talk to whomever she had sex with."

Considering how intimate she had been with her daughter, Justine cringed. She asked the question as generally as she could.

"Do you know when she would have gotten it?"
"Hard to say. It's well developed so maybe a few days at least..."

The doctor, thankfully, didn't catch on. Justine went to join Tina in the observation room to check up on her. The doctor moved towards Gael.

"What's her story?"
"Single mother, down on her luck, looking for a good time... hooked up with her at the lesbian place I hang out at..."
"Better get yourself checked out too."
"I'll come in tomorrow, doc... right now, I need to take care of that woman. She's... got issues."

Both of them looked back at the mother and daughter duo, wondering what had led to this situation. Gael was highly interested in finding out for herself, and not simply because of professional curiosity. In these two lay an unspoken challenge, one that the psychiatrist wanted to win!

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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.