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

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It had started with lips. It had been followed up by fingers. Tina was in heaven during the entire stimulation, regardless of the pleasure given. It was about who was doing it. Completely blindfolded, at the mercy of whoever was playing with her (her mother, in this case), she abandoned all resistance. This was, as far as she was concerned, fate. However, it was when the dildo penetrated her sex that she truly understood that she was committed to the deed, especially since she realized the dildo was connected to strong hips (a strap-on, apparently).

The pleasure quickly escalated into sheer folly, unbridled and unrestrained. Tina cared no more for the world or anything beyond the glorious feeling of the artificial device inside her sex. All the while it went on, Tina made no efforts to look on the scene, too content that finally, her mother was reaching down and deep further than ever to help her. The orgasms multiplied.

At first, Tina was on her back, legs apart. Then, she was on her side, as her partner rode her from behind. She ended up on all fours, then pounded into the bed for even more satisfaction. All the while, Tina remained on the receiving end, until she could no longer react. At the end, she lay limply on the bed, barely awake. She felt her mother's presence leave the room, but she didn't bother moving. She heard the sound of a door opening, but was too exhausted to go looking.

In the hallway, the escort took off the strap-on and handed it to Justine, who still could not believe what she had witnessed. It wasn't that Justine didn't want to make love to Tina - the temptation was there, unmistakable. It was simply that the leap had been too big for her to make. After seeing her daughter's reaction, she wasn't certain there would be a need for a proxy later.

"You... thank you," Tina whispered.
"It was fun," the lady replied as she got dressed in the hall. "You... really love your daughter."
"We're all each other have..."

The escort hadn't even asked questions. Her line of work implied discretion, and she had seen weirder requests.

"To be honest," the escort replied, "it was nice to be on top for a change."
"Well, this... this was amazing."
"Anytime... as long as you have the money."
"Of course."

Justine took a moment to examine the woman who had just fucked her daughter. She wasn't tall, but she had curves to boot. Given that Justine had just recently discovered she enjoyed the company of women, and given the scene that had just played in their bedroom, Justine was incredibly aroused.

"I... never got your name, actually."
"You did, you just forgot. I'm Aisha..."
"I'll be seeing you again."

Aisha smiled, giving a peck on the cheek to Justine, before walking off. Justine, who had been naked all the while, slipped the strap-on onto herself before entering back into the apartment and walking to the living room.

"Tina, honey?"

As Justine entered the bedroom, she realized that Tina was getting up, stretching herself.

"...how was it?" Justine asked, almost innocently.

The look on Tina's face suddenly terrified Justine, and she wondered if she hadn't done something wrong. Tina walked up to her mother, planting her lips on her mother's, and pressing their bodies together.

"I love you, mom... More."

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"um... Tina?"
"No hesitations..."

Justine was taken aback by Tina's sudden taking charge. The daughter dragged her mother back towards the bed, sitting her down at the edge, facing out. Tina then straddled on top of her, bringing the tip of strap-on dildo back to the entrance of her sex.

"More..."
"...but I thought you had to be somewhere..."

The comment slipped out.

"Screw them... I want you..."
"Tina, I..."

Justine had lost control of the scene. She watched her daughter impale herself on the sex toy, her mouth wide with pleasure, followed by a passionate exchange of saliva over which Justine simply followed along. Tina moved her hips up and down, providing the motion, while she pressed her body against her mother's.

"Ah! I love it!"

It was impossible for Justine to ignore her own excitement, and she started volunteering hip thrusts to the scene. The liplock resumed with fierce passion, as Tina was once again elevated into the sphere of pleasure. She pulled her mouth away long enough to curse her satisfaction.

"Oh fuck... mmmm.... yes... fuck me hard... oooh.... mmmmm...."

Because the harness and downward tip of the dildo were rubbing against Justine, she too was starting to feel much stimulation between her legs. For possibly the first time, the two women were connected in a way that could not be ignored or denied.

"Say my name," Justine spat out.
"Justine... Justine..."

There was such delight in the room that when Tina came, another orgasm rocking her body, Justine came alongside her, almost sympathetically. All the while, they kissed, lost in each other, until they collapsed on top of the bed.

Tina was the first one to speak.

"..thank you.... mom."

Justine didn't feel like they needed the pretext anymore.

"It was... my pleasure, Tina."
"...what do we do about it?"
"What do you mean?"

Hesitation was apparent in Tina's voice.

"Is this... a one-time thing and we never speak about it or..."

Justine stared longingly into Tina's eyes.

"No... this did happen and... it makes you happy."
"It does."
"It makes me happy too... We can't tell anyone else but... here..."

Tina smiled; she caressed her mother's hair.

"I love you, mom."
"I love you too, honey... but... we can't let that stop us from doing what needs to be done. Right?"
"Right."

Justine was right. Tina still had obligations. At least, now, she wasn't alone in them.

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Fifteen years ago, Justine Brant, 16 years old Caucasian cheerleader, had fallen in love with a bad boy, Robert Flack, African American footballer, who had gotten her pregnant. Cast out from her mother's home, Justine had given birth to a baby girl she had named Tina. Two years in, the father disappeared from their lives. Abandoned by both her mother and companion, Justine had done her best to raise a child on her own, living on borrowed wages, never able to keep down a job.

She was lucky enough to have an elderly woman to take care of her daughter for a while as she grew up and became a teenager, but Ludmilla Thompson died, leaving a very distraught girl in the hands of an unavailable mother. This had led Tina down a path of self-blame and guilt, leading her to become a pot junkie, selling her body to her pusher for drugs.

Meanwhile, Justine had begun as a stripper to make ends meet, but even that fell throught. Desperate, she moved into a building where she pays rent with sexual favors to the landlord, and started paying for other services (movers, pizza) in the same fashion. She even met up with a fellow resident who was into internet porn and decided to try it as a venue to make money to get out of her situation.

Tina, at the same time, got into trouble with the drug suppliers of her pusher, who demanded payment. To resolve this issue, Tina agreed to become a sex slave - a paid prostitute - working for the RatPack, a clique of rich kids at her local high school.

All the while, Tina and Justine had grown closer; Justine, at first desperate to give her daughter the best possible options, soon realized that she wanted to give everything, and that she could; Tina realized that, with the death of Mrs. Johnson, Justine was the only person who cared for her whole-heartedly. Sexual tension, revelations from one side and the other had led to mother and daughter sharing a few intimate moments, playing with each other, until the inevitable happened.

Unable and unwilling to let it go, it now became apparent that both mother and daughter would now have to deal with their respective feelings and the consequences of their actions. And despite their newly found attachment, both had sexual obligations outside of their home to fulfill. Justine still needed to account for rent as much as make money with her internet pornography; Tina still had to contend with three weeks remaining of sexual slavery. Since both were willing to sell their sexuality, none felt particularly shameful about what they had to do.

If anything, it brought them even closer.

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I always find revisiting my characters' statuses helps me get back into the beat of writing, so...

Justine Brant
Caucasian American. After coming to terms with her attraction for her daughter, Justine is more than ready for whatever comes next. She has put her body and soul on the line to protect her daughter from the repercussions of the deal gone south with the drug dealers. She is ready to launch her online porn career to start making money, and she's also considering getting some protection from a local criminal outfit by joining the staff of the Dragon Lounge as a stripper.

Tina Flack
Hybrid Caucasian-black, Justine's daughter is now dealing with the consequences of her actions; she has become a slave to the Rat Pack, who bought out her debt to Samson in exchange for her sexual services. With her newly found love and admiration for her mother, she feels like she can overcome any difficulties thrown at her.

August Rand (and his mother, Juniper)
August is the landlord of the complex where Justine, Tina and Pinky live. How he came to have his money is still a mystery, but he allows them to live there in exchange for sex. He also helped Justine in her first porn video, although he did it anonymously.
August is also housing his elderly mother on the third floor, and she seems not to mind what he does with his time.

Pinky
Another tenant of the Rand flat, a former victim of abuse whose life was turned around thanks to a nurse (who got her in touch with August) and August himself. Running her own internet porn site, she is now making ends meets. She also operates as a prostitute to a select clientele.

Samson (and his bodyguards)
Part of a drug dealing outfit in the area, well-placed in the power structure, Samson is not afraid to use his power and influence to get his way. He is crafty, not to mention always well-protected. After having his way with Tina for her unpaid debts, he now has an agreement with Justine to deal only with her, leaving Tina alone.

Jaylee Porter
Stripper, friend of Justine, now dancing at the Dragon Lounge. She has a very controlling boyfriend.

Aisha (escort)
Hired by Justine to have sex with her daughter, the young escort is also a member of the Dragon Lounge family.

Isaac (at the Dragon Lounge)
Asian-American, one of the owners and security staff of the strip joint, honorable to a fault, he insures the safety of his girls, never touching them without their approval or without paying for it himself.

The Rat Pack (Tommy Piccolo, Peter Lamont, Kyle Sangster)
The three rich kids currently own Tina's services, renting them out on a daily basis in school, and then on Friday and Saturday nights at one of their pads. They've all indulged in her company (Tommy even bringing in his girlfriend Jayna on it).
Tommy is the most considerate of the three, always mindful of Tina's well-being despite her status as a slave.

Haley
Tina's former drug supplier; he traded in drugs for sexual favors until he was found out by Samson.

Robert Flack
Tina's after, African American, currently out of the picture.

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Things had changed. It was uncanny for both mother and daughter how much their lives had been transformed within the short span of three weeks. A series of decisions had brought them together, and the newly found intimacy, however inappropriate it might be to show, gave them a renewed purpose. They would not be in this plight forever, scavenging for money, living at the whims of those who would take advantage of their bodies. It would not be tomorrow, but it would happen. Until then, they could find strength in one another, the awkwardness of lies replaced by the clarity of honesty.

Tina had delayed her departure to join the Rat Pack at their crib, sending a message via phone to let them know she had been delayed by her mother - not an outright lie. In fact, it was Justine that had insisted that the two speak about certain things.

"I will be doing camera shows," Justine explained to her daughter. "It's set up now, and I can make money. It may also mean that I may have guests over."
"It's okay, I don't mind."
"If I'm here alone, then, you can be here as well - in the apartment, I mean. But if I have a guest, I don't want you to be here. And you are never to be on camera! Is that clear?"
"Yes, mom."

The mere fact that Tina was fifteen could land Justine in jail, should she ever be filmed on camera while her mother was performing. And if that happened, then Justine could no longer take care of her daughter. It was an unacceptable outcome. It had nothing to do with the fact that her daughter was having sex. That wasn't even an issue anymore, if it had ever been.

"I'm also going to go see if I can work at a strip place..."
"I thought you said it closed..."
"Another one. One of my former friends at that place gave me a name and... I think I can work. Look, Tina, it's all about making money so we don't have to live like this forever."
"I know, and I want to help!"
"It's my job to take care of you..."

Tina pouted for a moment, then smiled.

"But what if I can help, somehow?"
"Then I'm all for it... but you can't do video, and you can't dance... I say... your priority is to clear your obligations with your... school mates."
"I guess you're right..."

Justine had a thought.

"I'd like to meet them..."
"What?"

Tina was shocked.

"Why?"
"Because... because maybe there's something to do to help us out with this..."

The comment hung in the air, its meaning unspoken as of yet. But it seemed obvious that Justine was on to something.

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"So who are you, exactly?"

All three members of the Rat Pack (Tommy, Peter and Kyle) were intrigued, but it was the latter leading the inquiry. Tina had finally shown up, around eight thirty, accompanied by a young woman, gorgeous, full-figured, and definitely in charge. She was clearly unintimidated by the three young men.

"She's my friend," Justine lied.

It was better if they didn't know their actual relationship, and despite going on thirty-two soon, Justine still looked amazingly hot, and could easily be confused for younger. She had opted to play on that.

"Let's just say," she continued, "that I got wind of what my... friend was doing and I was intrigued."
"You told her?" Kyle asked Tina, threatening.
"I forced her to," Justine replied. "I know what buttons to push..."
"I'm sorry," Tina played along.
"It's all right... so... what's your take on this?"

Justine stared all three without flinching.

"It's her life and her body... If she wants to do it, fine... but I care for her a lot."
"Girlfriend?" Tommy asked.

Justine blushed, but her denial was quick.

"What? No. No... just... good... very good friends."
"Uh-huh..."

Tina was blushing too. It was much better for the boys to think they were friends rather than family; who knew what could happen if they found out.

"I've been mentoring her a bit these past few weeks, ever since her... old caretaker died."
"Oh!" Tommy cried out, turning to Tina. "I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Thanks... but it was a year ago..."
"Ah!"

Justine took charge of the conversation again.

"Look, I get that she owes you and you're paying her... but... I'd like to stay close, you know. Maybe... watch her work?"

Kyle seemed puzzled, but he turned to his buddies.

"What do you think?"
"I see no harm," Tommy replied. "Peter?"
"Why not? But are you just gonna sit in and... watch?"
"That was the idea. Why?"
"Well, uh... you're kinda hot so... maybe you'd want to make money too?"

Kyle pulled Peter aside, while Tommy stood guard. Tina and Justine heard them arguing about the fact that they couldn't simply throw money around at the first girl that came around. The conversation died down and the two returned. Kyle spoke.

"What my friend meant to say is that... you know, if you want to join, or give people a show with... Tina, we have no objection."

Tina could hardly contain her emotions; Justine made a better play at it.

"Not saying no, but I definitely want to get a better idea of what my d.... friend does here."
"All right... Tina?"
"Yes, Kyle?"
"We have a few people waiting on you already..."
"All right, I'll head to my room."
"Thanks doll. We'll... entertain your friend for a moment... she can join you in a moment."

Tina nodded, and headed out. Kyle turned to Justine.

"So... this is our place so... if you're gonna stay..."
"I'll do anything you ask," Justine replied, confidently. "But not for free."

Her strong attitude, empowered, really turned Kyle on, and he started to consider just how much he was willing to pay for some time with Tina's friend...

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There had been three partners waiting for Tina when she started setting herself up. Mind you, they hadn't simply been waiting beside her door. Two of them had already been with her the night before, and the third was a repeat from the first week (and one of the boys she had blown a few times at school).

Tina stripped quickly, then went on with her work. The first two decided they had waited long enough and wanted to share; they first took turns in her mouth, then proceeded with her sex, alternating at first, then, in a bolder fashion, attempted a double penetration. It was clumsy at best, the one at the bottom never actually quite managed to stick it in Tina's ass. At some point, they gave up. They returned to their previous actions, both of them taking turns screwing the girl. One of them came inside the condom as he was pumping hard, and the other pulled out to shoot his load on Tina's belly.

By the time the two were done, news of Tina's arrival had spread and a few more willing partners had stepped forward, giving their names to be next in line. It would turn out to be a busy night, apparently. Tina's attitude was transformed from the previous night: she had greater strength now, a renewed commitment to fulfill her obligations. It's what her mother wanted.

However, Justine's arrival had almost caused a scene as the Rat Pack had decided to take her up on her offer. Five hundred dollars later and a move to another room, Peter was balls deep in a very naked Justine, on his back while she straddled him; at the same time, Kyle was ass-fucking her with a passion. Justine was enjoying their youthful vigor, fully aware of all that was wrong in this scene, but not caring.

The problem had arisen because Tommy Piccolo had decided that he would indulge as well, so Justine had him in her mouth, plugged in all holes, when Jayna (Tommy's girlfriend) had walked in. Despite the fact that they were not necessarily exclusive, Jayna had thrown a fit, making Tommy pull away. A quick conversation and apology later (from Tommy, apologizing that he had not asked her for permission like for previous times), Tommy was now fucking his own girlfriend at the other edge of the bed.

Multiple orgasms later on the part of all the participants, the scene winded down. All three of the Rat Pack boys were thoroughly satisfied. Jayna told Justine that she was never to touch her boyfriend without her permission. Justine didn't give her any grief about it, even though it was Tommy who had initially taken the initiative. Instead, Justine just cleaned herself up, got dressed, and walked over to Tina's room.

There, she saw the lineup of men (and two girls, in this instance) chatting away as they waited for their turn. She walked past them, pushing into the room to find her naked daughter on all fours, facing the door, being pounded into the bed by a young athletic stud.

As soon as Tina saw her mother, somehow, her pleasure threshold increased, and she pushed herself harder on the man taking her. There was no more reluctance to participate in this depravity, Tina told herself, as long as her mother supported it - as long as she wanted it.

Justine simply sat down across the room, spreading her legs, and began to play with her still swollen sex, watching Tina get drilled. She stayed on for the many partners that came in, never once joining in, and observed the entire cast of the party who came to enjoy the fruit or her own loins. As opposed to some of the previous nights, Tina came every time, her climaxes intense and almost violent. Justine too came several times from her own self-stimulation, treating the various guests to an additional spectacle as they plundered her daughter's flower.

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It was much later, and both Tina and Justine were back at their flat. Tina was drained from her sexual encounters with multiple partners, but she was content. For every time she had wished for her mother to be there, tonight, she had been, supportive of her, despite the complete and utter nonsense of the situation. After all, who wanted their mother to watch them have sex, let alone with mostly strangers all night. All in all, Tina had satisfied sixteen partners, thirteen men and three women, many repeat visitors from previous nights at the Rat Pack's haunt, a few new faces as well. A few had tried to encourage Justine to join in, but she had wisely opted against it.

"I am so sore..." Tina said as she collapsed on her bed.
"You were wonderful..."

Justine was indeed smiling. How odd was it that watching her daughter offer herself for sex did not even faze her. Quite the opposite, in fact: it just seemed completely natural. She didn't think too much on it.

"...you enjoyed watching me, mom?"
"I did. I know, it's surprising to me too."
"It was... I'm really happy you were there."

Justine felt like she needed to get some distance.

"Now, you know, I won't always be able to be there."
"Of course, but... now... it'll be easier to picture you."

Because there were no longer any taboos between them, the next question caused no hiccups.

"You came quite a few times too..." Justine said.
"I did... watched you too, a few times, watching me..."

Justine smiled before moving to her next question.

"Which do you like best? Boys or girls?"
"I can't say... have you been with a girl, mom?"
"Yes. Pinky."
"Oh! Right! You told me."
"I think I may be a lesbian..."
"Well, what if you are?"

The point was valid. Did it really make sense?

"I'd like to find someone," Justine finally admitted. "I love you, Tina but... I'm lonely sometimes."
"I know... but... if you find someone..."
"I know."

The elephant was in the room, but neither of them was ignoring it anymore. In fact, Justine had given it a lot of thought.

"I see a few options..."
"Okay."
"Either... we stop..."
"I don't want that."
"Neither do I but... anyway, other options... we continue but keep it secret, although anyone in our lives would be bound to find out."
"Or?"
"Or we find someone that accepts us... for us..."

Tina smiled, hopeful, even if she knew the chances of that happening were slim. It was all speculative until someone actually popped into their lives.

"Anyway, I wanted to know if you were all right with me... dating. Possibly women."
"Mom... I want you to be happy."

Justine finally sat on the edge of the bed, and the two kissed.

"In the meantime," Justine said. "I'll go to the Dragon Lounge tomorrow afternoon... to... see if I can get a job. Dancing."
"Naked? On stage?"
"Yes..."
"...wish I could see that."

Justine smiled, then got back up.

"Maybe I can show you..."

Tina smirked, as Justine tilted her head seductively, ready to offer her daughter a preview of what she might have to do the next day.

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"I hope you can help me," Justine asked the man.
"Well, I'm certainly willing to entertain your proposition, miss...?"
"Justine."

The Dragon Lounge was far less seedy than the other bar where Justine had worked several months ago. Isaac, a middle-aged Asian American man with a quiet disposition, had agreed to meet this newcomer late in the afternoon.

"I want to dance..."
"I see. You have experience?"
"Yes. I do. A few months back, I danced at the Sweet Cabaret, before it closed..."
"Yeah... were you... implicated?"
"No."

The story had gotten around now, so it wasn't an unexpected question. Besides, Justine felt she had nothing to hide, not after all that had transpired.

"I need the money to pay for my daughter..."
"How old is she?"
"Fifteen."

Isaac was flaberghasted at her answer, his slant eyes getting narrower with the astonishment.

"But you... I'm sorry to ask but how old are you?"
"Thirty-one."
"Remarkable. I would have given you... tops twenty-five."
"Thanks..."

After a quick dance the previous night, both mother and daughter had gotten to bed, too tired to do anything else. The rest of the Sunday had been spent lazily lounging around in their underwear, until Justine had gone to her would-be interview.

"Look, Mister Isaac, I need to be candid with you."
"Please, and it's just Isaac."

Justine swallowed before speaking. She had rehearsed this speech on the way.

"I was in a really bad way, and my daughter got involved with some bad people. Now, we need protection, and I'm told you're the one to help me. I need to make sure these... bad guys... stay away from my daughter and me."
"Who are these guys?"
"They're... drug dealers. My daughter owed them money and they... collected... in kind. With both of us."

Isaac wasn't born yesterday, and he appreciated her candor.

"What else are you doing to support yourself?" he asked.
"I... started a personal website sex chat type of thing. My daughter's okay with me doing this - or dancing. Or... more. If needed."
"Sorry to be blunt, but you're not a prostitute?"
"No. No, I'm not."

It almost felt like a lie, but it held enough truth to be believable.

"Can you help us?"

The question lingered in the air, as Isaac considered the facts before him.

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Justine walked in the door a little past five. She was giddy from excitement. Isaac (and the other owners of the Dragon Lounge) had been pleased with her performance. She had danced for them, stripping down to nothing, as would be expected if she danced on stage. She had read the lust in their eyes, and she knew that had they been less reputable men, they might have taken advantage of her. But they knew how to run a business, and they knew never to consume where you worked.

"I'm home!" she called out to Tina.

There was no answer. Justine, somewhat concerned, began to check every room.

"Tina, I..."

She found her in the computer room, on the bed, the camera aimed at her. Justine froze. Tina was completely naked, save for the belt she wore, where the strap-on (the same Justine and the escort had used on Tina a few days before).

"What are you doing in here?" Justine asked, accusatory.
"Come here mom..."

Justine walked forward, ready to take matters into her hands, but Tina stood up, her gorgeous figure suddenly fully in view of her mother. Justine paused.

"Take off your clothes, mom..."
"I beg your pardon...?"
"I said: take off your clothes."
"What is this?"
"This is me taking charge..."

Justine was frozen on the spot. She was confused at her daughter's reaction. Tina understood and started explaining.

"Yesterday, you did nothing while you watched horny boys and men fucking me senseless... you told me I had to do it, and I did."
"Rightly so..."
"But you did nothing to help me... you just watched them come all over me... you got off on it."
"So did you."
"That's not the point mom... get undressed... get on the bed."

This sudden defiance, as surprising as it was, made Justine extremely horny and wet. She complied with the order, dropping her dress, bra and panties to the floor (her shoes were already off), and moving towards the bed. Tina caressed her mother's buttocks.

"Now," Tina said, "I don't have sixteen hard dicks to fuck you with, but I do have this artificial dick which won't stop after it's done..."
"...are you really going to do it?" Justine asked, almost tempting fate.
"You think I won't? You think I won't fuck my own mother with the strap-on?"

It wasn't a game at all, and Justine couldn't help but be already wet, staring at the beautiful frame of her daughter, imagining what was bound to happen next.

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"I can't believe you did that!" Justine said, still panting, resting on the bed.
"I can't believe WE did that..." corrected Tina, lying on top of her mother, the strap-on now resting between her mother's butt cheeks.

It had been quite a ride. Completely recovered from last night's activities, Tina had 'forced' her mother on all fours and had pushed the device inside her crevice, ramming it with force into her love canal. Several minutes and an orgasm later, Justine had collapsed from the exhaustion and pleasure. Tina had pulled out in order to give her mother a breather.

"...I hope you're not mad," Tina said.
"Not at all. I wasn't expecting it."
"Well, I was thinking you did such a great number on me yesterday..."

Justine blushed, but it wasn't out of shyness anymore. Her relationship with her daughter had evolved, and it would apparently now include sexual activities - perhaps even on a regular basis. Three weeks ago, shame would have destroyed her. Today, it had felt amazing. The only notion of shame came when Justine started thinking of how other people would react if they knew.

"anyway, thanks for letting me do you... mom."
"It was my pleasure... literally."

Justine laughed, then pushed her daughter off of her.

"...I have news too."
"Yeah. You were about to tell me when I... interrupted."
"I have the job... dancing."
"Naked?"
"Yes... I'll be working at the Dragon Lounge. And... but don't tell this to anyone... you'll be able to come and watch me."
"What? How?"
"I explained to Isaac - that's one of the bosses, the nice one - that I needed to keep you close. He was concerned about you being underage, but as long as you don't strip or drink, there's no issue."
"Wow!"

Tina jumped for joy on the bed, clapping her hands together.

"That is so amazing!"
"I know, right..."

A somber thought suddenly jumped into Tina's mind.

"What about Samson? You said something about you working there helping you deal with him?"
"That's a work-in-progress but... if Samson shows up, I need to tell him to talk to Isaac at the Dragon Lounge. It may... convince him to leave us alone."
"I hope so..." Tina mumbled.

She tried to smile but, somehow, the memory of what she had done with Samson and his goons (as opposed to everyone else) still stung quite a bit.

"So... money-wise?" Tina asked, trying to change the topic.
"Well, the good news is I'll be able to put money aside. We're going to stay here for a while still... I don't mind our landlord... he's... a good lover. It will allow me to put money away, for us... for you."

Tina jumped in her mother's arms, hugging her tightly, pressing their naked chests together.

"I love you mom!"
"I love you too, Tina... now... let's get dressed. I want to take you out to dinner!"

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After such an eventful weekend, Tina and Justine were both ready for something smoother. After all, they had come to terms with their respective secrets, Samson had inserted himself into their lives, forcing sex upon the both of them, Justine had accompanied Tina to watch her as she whored herself to the Rat Pack's friends as a sex slave, while Justine herself had helped satisfy the three young men, they had embraced their newfound physical relationship, first via proxy with an escort and then quite intimately, then Justine had managed to secure employment at a strip bar, all the while getting ready to launch her internet porn career.

While Tina went to school, Justine began her work. Monday afternoon, she shot her first solo action (masturbation with fingers and a dildo) for a small audience, barely making thirty dollars. She put up the video file of her encounter with August Rand for sale, but only got one or two hits. She waited for Tina to come back and they shared a meal, after which she headed out to her new job, where she danced and stripped on stage for the first time since she had last lost her job, several months ago. She took to it like a pro, earning a few tips in the process, even getting some propositions which she declined: house policy, she had been told. Isaac was satisfied with how she performed, and none of the other girls seemed challenged by her arrival. Isaac then made out a schedule for her. Because she knew her daughter would be involved with the Rat Pack on Friday and Saturday evenings, she politely asked for those nights off. Isaac was understanding, even if he told her those were usually the biggest nights. Then again, he concluded, he already had a full set of girls for those nights.

For Justine, the rest of the week, up until Friday, was similar. She would sleep in, getting up around noon, then shooting a video in the afternoon. She quickly realized that people didn't pay much, and that she had made more money with a partner. She wondered about hooking up with Pinky again, but also began to consider putting out an ad online. She was confident she could find men who would fuck her on camera; then again, she was hoping some women would be interested too. She didn't get around to actually doing anything about it.

For her part, Tina was riding high. The newly found love with her mother made everything in her life more enjoyable. As with the previous week, she was expected to give blowjobs in the boys' bathroom around noon. On Monday, she serviced ten individuals within an hour, skipping her regular lunch altogether. The rest of her noon activities for the rest of the week were less occupied, with an average of 2 to 3 individuals per day.

After school on Monday, Kyle Sangster of the Rat Pack 'kidnapped' her. After fucking her hard in the back of his car, he drove her to a tattoo parlor where she met Devin, a forty-something tattoo artist, formerly part of a biker gang. Kyle had Devin draw a discreet tattoo on Tina's ankle with the word 'slut' in a fancy way. Tina paid for it with her ass, pounded into the floor by the former biker while Kyle took a ride somewhere. He picked her up afterwards and dropped her home. Tina was able to hide the tattoo from her mother by keeping her socks on (over the bandage) in bed.

Wednesday evening was Peter Lamont's turn with Tina. He brought her to the park where they fucked in the backwoods; he tooks turns with all her holes, finally releasing on her chest. He still wasn't done after that, and he brought her to a sextoy store. The clerk, a young woman named Denise, obviously a friend of Peter, took a ride with a strap-on inside Tina's pussy in a changing room (there was lingerie in the store as well, so Peter bought one kit for Tina). Excitement got the better of Peter again as he was driving her back to her place, so he took her again in the back seat of his car. Parked in front of August's place, Tina noticed, only after the fact, that Pinky might have been hanging around the corner and might have seen something.

Thursday was a slow day for Tina, and she appreciated being left to her own devices. She expected that Friday to be quite intense, like her two previous others. At the very least, she knew her mother would accompany her to the party.

But there were other elements at play by that time which neither Tina nor Justine knew about, and it was about to hit them hard.

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It was Friday, around noon, and Tina was busy swallowing another student's cock. Because she had been doing so for the past two weeks, it was now a poorly hidden secret. Although there had been a few repeat clients, she had still serviced many of the boys in her high school. Just in her own home group, more than half of the guys had used her in some fashion or another. The boy she was with now was one year her younger. She didn't even really know his name. His hands were on her head, grabbing her hair the whole time she sucked him.

At first, the Rat Pack had made it a requirement for one of them to be in the boys' bathroom and act as a lookout. Today, she was alone with her partner. Whether it was trust or complacency did not matter.

"Oh fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

The fourteen year-old ejaculated all his-pent frustration as he forced Tina to swallow. As used to it as she was, it was still somewhat uneasy when her partners were too forceful, and she gagged on him. When he pulled out, she accidentally coughed, spitting out half of the boy's load onto his pants.

"Aw fuck! What did you do?"

He slapped her, then realized what he had done, but he didn't apologize. Tina froze, and pushed him out of the bathroom stall. He cursed at her, moving to the sink to get some water to clean it off his jeans.

As usual, when something like this happened, Tina closed her eyes and thought of her mother. She waited to hear the boy exiting the bathroom before deciding she had done enough for the day, and she headed for the door out of the boys' bathroom. But as she exited, she came face-to-face with the school nurse, Miss Janet.

"I see you're enjoying your school lunch, miss Brant," the nurse told her.
"...oh... uh... hi... there was a line at the girl's room..." she tried to explain.

Miss Janet stared her down.

"Perhaps that would be more believable if you didn't have white stuff on the corner of your mouth. You're going to want to come with me to my office..."

What could Tina do? The Rat Pack wasn't there to back her up. She was at the mercy of the school nurse's agenda.

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"You have a kind of redness on your cheek," nurse Janet commented.

Tina didn't know what to answer. It was where the boy had hit her. She didn't want to get anyone in trouble.

"Okay, Tina, listen up!"

Nurse Janet was authoritarian. Almost six feet in height, muscular and shapely, she was hard to dismiss. Tina stared at her, afraid for whatever accusation she knew was coming.

"How long have you been sucking boys in the bathroom?"

Try as she might, Tina could not defy her authority. Tears swelled up in her eyes but did not roll down.

"About three weeks..."
"I figured as much. And how many boys have you sucked?"
"I don`t know..."
"I'll tell you. Around thirty."

Hearing the number made Tina cringe. She had deliberately not kept count, for fear of what that knowledge might do to her.

"You're quite the slut, you know..."

This comment, however, was a complete surprise. How could the nurse even say such a thing!

"And for how many have you spread your legs?"
"...what?"
"You like sex, you little cunt..."

Nurse Janet suddenly placed her hands on Tina's knees, forcing them apart, exposing her crotch.

"Nurse, what are you doing?"
"I'm looking at your cunt, you slut..."

To emphasize her point, she stared between Tina's legs. Tina froze, covering her top, but Janet pulled her arms aside, staring at her, a wicked grin on her lips, an evil look in her eyes.

"Listen up, bitch... you're mine now. I own you. I can get you expelled for what you've done..."
"No, please don't!"
"Then you better get naked right now..." the nurse threatened, and it wasn't an idle one.

Tina shook to her very core. She was about to be victimized again, and it was her own doing that had led to this, yet again. There was no escaping her fate. She was doomed from the start.

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"Good," Nurse Janet spoke up, just as Tina was finishing undressing.

Tina lowered her head. It wasn't the nudity getting to her. It was the humiliation of being thus exposed and vulnerable. She had seen the nurse lock the door. She was trapped in here with her.

"Sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs. I want to look at your pink."

In all her weirdest ideas, Tina had never imagined the nurse being such a person. She had always seemed harsh, but never perverted. Still, Tina carried out the order. The nurse kneeled in front of her, her face at crotch level, and she touched the folds of Tina's sex with her gloved hands.

"Nice and damp... you're soaked."

The nurse looked up at Tina.

"Look at me!"

She stared back.

"Tell me you're a dirty cunt."
"I'm a dirty cunt..."
"Tell me you like to be fucked."
"I like to be fucked..."

There was little emotion in Tina's voice, not even despair. Her answers were mechanical almost, not that the nurse cared.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you with my big dildo!"
"Fuck me with your big dildo."
"Again."
"Fuck me with your big dildo, please."
"Oh, I will!"

Nurse Janet went to the far drawers of her office, and retrieved what she needed to carry out her violation. Minutes into it, the bell for the end of lunch rang, but nurse Janet and Tina were too busy with each other to stop. All the while the nurse pounded her pussy with the large device, Tina wondered how it had gone wrong, and how much more humiliation she would have to endure.