[Fiction] Rent Free (R-18)

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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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Justine being a slave to the rat pack!? Please continue!

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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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Please continue! Can't wait to see what the rat pack makes Justine do...

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Cant wait for more!

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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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Love to be Tina! Fucked in all three holes .

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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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Rating: Five stars

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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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Please More! Continue!

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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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Please continue. This is making me so horny.

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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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