Rent Free (R-18)

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Here's a new little idea that's been hanging in the back of my head. I hope there's some interest for it.

DISCLAIMER : This story may contain themes of sexuality and forced sexuality, violence, bondage, blackmail, incest, servitude, prostitution, drug use, and other illegal activities which may be depicted in narrative form. This is a work of fiction and is intended for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone any of the illegal activities portrayed here.

No money. No options.

It wasn't like Justine hadn't tried hard to manage her savings. Being a single mother, her husband having long abandoned her daughter and herself to fend for themselves. He was out of the picture for twelve years now. Then again, as teenage parents, they really had, at the time, no idea of what that entailed. Justine had gotten pregnant in her last high school year, and although Robert had tried to be supportive, he simply wasn't cut out to be father material. Tina was fatherless before she could even know what a father was.

With no prospects for school, and not allowed to return home - her mother, a devout Christian whose husband had died in the war, had cast her out from sleeping out-of-wedlock. The first two years, Robert had helped her settle in the crappy two-piece apartment which served as a home to them until he walked out. He had vanished into thin air, and she didn't have any means to track him to ask for any form alimony. Luckily, she had found a kindred spirit in old lady Thompson for a while. She was able to get the woman to watch over Tina while she did odd jobs, here and there. But having a child was expensive, and Justine was barely scraping by. Still, she held on for many years, working at a local diner.

But bad luck never comes alone. Old lady Thompson eventually bit the farm, and with no one to take care of her teenage daughter (with school costs rising), Justine was forced to take less hours at work. This led to her being cut down and eventually fired.

She registered for food stamps and welfare, but some hick at the administration office started to stall her claim, pretending she must have some assets hidden away. With no legal experience, her case started to drag on for weeks into months, and she was always given the runaround. She finally figured out that it was best for her to completely abandon that route and to look into other venues. The welfare of her daughter being paramount, and the living conditions in her apartment becoming increasingly harsh (the super never invested any money in maintenance so the place was turning into a slum), she started looking for a new place to live in, perhaps cheaper.

Through it all, Tina never complained. The young teenager was very introverted. She had barely seen her mother growing up, instead being raised by Ludmilla Thompson. She had taken her passing pretty hard, and had closed her shell even more. At school, she was an outcast. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, but her cold and distant demeanor made her unappreciated, and she did nothing to change that perception.

Eventually, Justine had no choice. At 31 years old, she was still pretty. She knew a place where she could make easy money if she could handle the lifestyle. And the owner of the strip joint was actually a reasonable man. He didn't ask her to perform anything sexual for him. Her interview was done on stage, in front of the crowd, as she danced and stripped fully nude. With the reaction the crowd gave her, the bar owner decided to hire her on a more permanent basis. She was paid for each night, and she could keep half of the tips given to her. It was good for a while, and she did that for three weeks, allowing her to make rent.

But then the police came and shut down the bar. Apparently, there were drugs inside. They came and questioned her. She was innocent of anything so they eventually let her go, but not after a grueling interview in the squad room. She returned home and cried her heart out. Her daughter watched in silence, unaware of why her mother was so distraught (Justine had managed to be discreet about her nightly activities).

Just as hope was dwindling away and Justine was unsure how she would pay her rent and food for the next month, she met one of the dancers on the street, totally by accident. They got to talking about the bar, the raid by the police, and Justine broke down once more. This time, however, the stripper, Jaylee, was there to pick her up.

"I just don't know what to do anymore..." Justine sobbed.
"Well... there may be something but..."
"But what... look Jaylee, I'm desperate. We're gonna get evicted and we're gonna live on the street."
"Well, I'd take you in," Jaylee said, "but my boyfriend wouldn't allow it..."

There was a long pause as Jaylee caressed Justine's back.

"How desperate are you?" Jaylee finally asked.
"Very..."

The question and answer hung in mid-air for another moment.

"Well, you told me you were looking for a new place, right?"
"Right..."
"Well, I may just have a place for you, only..."
"Only what?"
"The rent is free, so..."
"That exists? It does. Well, you should check it yourself, I... if you want to."

There was something foreboding about the way Jaylee spoke, but Justine was not able to turn anything away.

"Well, give me the address..."
"Okay. I... stayed there a few months, a few years ago... helped me out of a bind..."
"Great... I'm in a real bind."
"Just... go there and check it out and... see if it's... a good fit..."
"Sure."

Jaylee gave her the address. Justine wasn't sure it would work out, given the hesitation in her friend's voice, but it would cost nothing to go. If the deal seemed reasonable, she might act on it. If not, she could always walk away.

In any event, she had to pursue all options, now that one was available.

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JUSTINE BRANT, 31 years old
Born from a very Christian family, her father dead in the war, Justine was cast out by her mother Teresa when she became pregnant at 16. Since then, her life has slowly spiralled away from her control. Her mate Robert left when Tina was only two years old. She has worked multiple jobs to make ends meet. Most recently, she became an exotic dancer, but the bar she worked at was raided by the police.
Desperate to get a new apartment and a new lease on life, she is willing to do almost anything to get back on her feet.
Justine is still pretty because she keeps herself that way. She works hard on her figure. Her breasts are impressive, natural as they come, often entering the room before she does. She sports short brown hair. She has a tattoo on her lower back representing a bird taking flight.

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

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

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

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

HALEY, 19 years old
Young man, out-of-school, dirty blonde hair, fun-loving. He is Tina's pusher, providing her with light drugs in exchange for favors of all kind (since she has no money to pay). He gets his own stuff from undisclosed providers.

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"So, I need you to stay home tonight."

Justine stared at her daughter across the kitchen counter. Tina barely raised her head as she acknowledged the comment.

"Where would I go, mom?"

The answer's tone was detached, almost disconnected. Justine might as well been talking to the air. It wasn't really a concern to have her daughter go anywhere, really. She didn't leave home. They didn't have internet, nor cable (they had an old-style television and VCR put didn't use it anymore). Only books. She only left to go get books to the public library. It was free for all residents of the neighborhood, after all.

"Where you going, mom?" Tina asked.

She wasn't that interested, truthfully, but it filled the void of the conversation. Justine adjusted her hair.

"Maybe we'll move... I'm meeting an owner for a new apartment... something better."
"You mean cheaper."

Tina was no fool. She wore the same clothes as last year, whereas all her schoolmates had new ones with the rolling in of the new year. Her boots were worn from three years ago.

"It'll be better, I know... I hope."

Justine had always strived for the positive in her life, despite all the hardships she had endured. She wanted the best for her daughter. The only way to do that was to go meet Mister Rand. She had called him earlier today and they had set up the meeting after 7, to visit the place where they might move. Justine needed to be on her way. She was taking the bus there.

"If you're hungry..."
"Mom, I'm fifteen. I'm good. Go."
"Ok... love you."

Justine walked around the counter and kissed her daughter on the forehead before leaving, grabbing her purse on the way out. Tina watched her mother leave, waited a few moments, then picked up the phone. She dialed the number she knew by heart.

A male voice answer.

"Hey."
"Hi. It's Tina."

Tina's voice was shy, almost hesitant to speak up more.

"Tina. What can I do for you?"
"Can we... meet?"
"Sure."
"You can come over to my place. My mom's out for... the evening."
"Sure. I can drop by in fifteen. How much do you want?"
"Enough for two days, please..."
"And how are you going to pay this time?"

She didn't answer.

"All right... we'll take about it when I get there."

The man hung up. Tina sighed. She hurried back to the other room where her mother and herself slept, huddled in the same bed every night. It wasn't like there was any room to sleep anywhere else and, after fifteen years, it didn't feel awkward at all.

Tina crawled under the bed and played with the floorboard, shifting it around. She took out a small metallic box. It contained a plastic bag which was empty, save for a few dry leaves. In the box was also a one-piece lacy black neglige, folded up. She started to strip, putting her clothes on the bed, getting fully naked. She then slipped on the piece of clothing which hid only the essential. Tina was skinny, so the clothing seemed to float on her body. She barely had breasts to support the look, but she still found herself ravishing.

She sighed. Haley would be here in no time, with her fix. And since she didn't have any money to pay for her drugs, she would offer him the next best thing she could. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy it, to some extent. And the arrangement seemed to suit her provider ever since she had offered it, about a year ago, when she started using.

She quickly darted back to the window, from where she could see the bus stop. Her mother was already gone. She would be away for at least an hour, possibly more. Timing was good.

Anxiety built up in Tina's heart as she waited for the events to unfold.

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Justine walked into the building, coming in from the cold. The month of December was chilly in Seattle, and this season was no exception. There wasn't any snow yet, but it was only the 5th. She was greeted by a man in his late forties, presumably Augustus Rand, the man she had spoken to on the phone. He was completely bald, excess hair shaved off, sporting a brown goatee. He wore clean dark pants and a red tee with white stripes. He also sported nice glasses.

"You must be Justine..."
"Hello. You must be mister Rand."
"Call me August... everyone does."

He seemed friendly enough, albeit a little gruff in appearance. He wasn't fat, but neither was he very thin, his gut betraying his age somewhat. But Justine didn't care about that. He took her coat. She wore underneath a one-piece dark blue dress, her most beautiful one. She wanted to make a good impression.

From the outside, the place didn't look like much. Then again, it was built in depth, so only a small portion of the building was facing the street. It was some kind of tenement building, clearly renovated. Seven steps took one from the street to the door.

"Well, it's nice to meet you," August said, eyeing her out.

She smiled, noticing his gaze. She didn't mind. She had gotten used to it during her time dancing nude on stage.

"This way, please. Thank you for seeing me so late..."
"It's no problem," she said. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

They left the entrance hall and walked down a long corridor with many side doors to the right, but none to the left.

"This is my home," August said. "I live at the back. The renters live upstairs in the various housing arrangements."

They made their way to the end of the corridor and entered what was an office, a door at the back which probably lead to the man's residence.

"Please sit. Something to drink?"
"No thank you."

She sat down on the comfortable wooden chair. There was a calendar of ladies in bikinis on the wall. Miss December seemed comfortable lounging around a pool, her legs wading in the water as she posed seductively. There was a large clock in the shape of an owl on the other side, and its eyes seemed to gravitate towards a return stare if you looked at it too long. August sat across from the desk and smiled.

"Well, you're very lucky, Justine... I have many vacancies right now."
"Glad to hear it."
"And it was Jaylee who told you about me, right?"
"Yes."
"How is she?"
"Good. Better, she says."

August nodded, smiled.

"And what exactly did she tell you?"
"She said... you could house me and my daughter... for free."
"Not for free, but not for money. There is no such thing as a free ride."
"I understand."

He looked at her, quizzically.

"No, I don't think you do. Listen, Justine, you seem to be a smart woman, so I'll make this very simple for you. The people who stay here... they work for me."
"At doing what?"
"Anything I ask them to do. My renters are my employees, to some extent. They pay me in services."
"What kind of services?"

Justine had already figured out that half of the story. But she needed to hear more, to hear it out loud perhaps.

"How bad is your situation?" August asked in a commanding tone.
"Very bad... I'll get evicted next month and... I don't have prospects."
"You could go dancing at other clubs..."
"Yeah but... Jaylee says there's drugs and..."
"uh-huh."
"And I need to keep my daughter safe!" finally stated Justine, resolute. "I'll do... anything... as long as my daughter is kept safe."
"Anything? If I asked you to kill someone, would you?"

Justine paused, freaked. August smiled.

"I'll never ask you to kill someone, obviously, but you need to know your limits..."

August got up, walking around the desk, sitting in front of Justine, staring into her eyes.

"The standard arrangement for rent is simple... once a month, I collect. Meaning... we have sex."
"What?"
"You heard me... once a month, we get together... I'll throw in a dinner if you want, but we have sex... maybe you blow me, maybe we fuck... as long as you keep your end of the bargain, I will."

Justine had expected to hear something along those lines, yet she was still stunned. She froze. He continued his presentation.

"No questions asked on either part. You do what you want with the rest of your time. You keep your daughter here, safe, with the community. There are roughly twenty women here at any time. You can remain isolated or integrate the group."
"So... so... I don't have to sleep with anyone else?"
"Nope. Just me."

She looked at him with more focus. He wasn't ugly. He was clean-looking. He didn't smell bad. And he was, despite his words and the sexual suggestion he had just made, behaving like a gentleman, reasonable and calm.

"Can I... see the apartment?"
"Of course. We'll go upstairs. If it's to your liking, we seal the deal. If not, you walk away, and that's it..."
"That's it?"

He nodded. Justine could hardly believe she was considering it, and yet... and yet...

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The apartment where August Rand had taken Justine was more than presentable, at least compared to her current living quarters. For the past ten years, they'd lived in a two-room arrangement, a shared kitchen-living room and a shared bedroom. It was odd now for Justine and Tina, mother and daughter, to be sharing the same bed. Their intimacy was challenged every minute. And it was worse since Ludmilla had died.

The place had three rooms, already an improvement. The kitchen-living room space was still shared, but it was twice as big as what they had at home. It was fully furnished, stove, microwave, fridge and freezer, a toaster oven, a full pantry, set of ustensils, plates, glasses and cups. There was no table but one could easily eat at the large counter. The place came with an old-style television, not a flat screen.

The bedrooms were of equal size each, although one didn't have a window.

"You could use it as an office otherwise," August said.

The place was clean, freshly washed, and it didn't smell of rot, decay, mildew or abandon.

"Previous tenant left about three months ago. I had a new coat put in. She had been here for three years."
"And where is she now?"
"As far as I know, back on her feet, back East."

It was easy for Justine to forget what the price was for the place. But it was so much better than what she had...

"The previous tenant... you... had sex with her."
"Yes."
"You have sex with all your tenants?"
"I have to say... no, but most of them. I have had sex with each tenant at least once."
"And?"
"Well, most are pleased with the arrangement."

He smiled, a bit presumptuous.

"I'm a great lover."

Justine lowered her head.

"After a while, others start providing services which are, let's say it like that, worth more than sex."
"But... why do you do this?"

August had expected this question earlier.

"Truly? There are a few reasons. I'm... a sexaholic. I used to be a pornstar, but then I got old."
"Okay..."
"Second, I have money. Lots of money. And I can't use it all, no matter how much I spend, so this seemed like a good fit."
"So you can afford to let us stay here without paying?"
"Building is mine, I pay the taxes, that's it. There's no official paperwork here, though..."

Justine understood why. She wasn't sure how the business bureau would handle this kind of transaction.

"Any other reasons?"
"Well... I was down on my luck once, and a former flame helped me out, a bit like this actually... so, when she died, I decided to return the favor."
"oh! I'm sorry."
"Don't be... she died over fifteen years ago. Left me everything. She was a pornstar, you see, but she was wealthy before... that's how we met."
"You were in love?"
"We were in lust..."

They had gone over the apartment twice. Conversation was starting to go in circles.

"Listen, Justine, I'll be blunt. You're very beautiful, and you're smart, talented... apparently inquisitive."

She laughed.

"Bottom line is, you are welcome here. I need to know that you can commit if you're going to stay here."
"What about my daughter?" Justine asked.
"She can stay here too, of course... and no, I don't touch her, at least, not until she's an adult. Once she's of majority, it will become her decision, if she stays or if she goes."
"And she doesn't know about us? About... how I pay?"
"No. Not unless you tell her."

It all seemed perfectly reasonable. Justine closed her eyes and pictured her old apartment, the one she so wanted to leave, and she pictured her daughter growing up there for two more years, until she finished high school. There had been enough sacrifice, she thought.

Suddenly, a question popped into her head.

"Wait... we'll have lodging, but what about food? Home maintenance?"
"Two options there... either you fend for yourelf, get a job to supplement your missing revenue or..."
"Or?"
"Or we extend the contract to include money for food."
"How much?"
"For two hundred a week... we have sex once a week."

Justine gave the mention some serious thought. It was prostitution, a form of it anyway. And yet...

"What will I say to my daughter?"
"You don't have to tell her anything. Say the money comes from work."

Justine marked a long pause, then forced herself to stare directly into August's gaze.

"When can I move in?"
"As soon as we seal the deal... I'll pay for your move, if you need it."

It seemed to Justine that this was too good to be true, too easy, but she couldn't act any other way. She knew her other options, and only this one seemed to offer some kind of hope to let her get back on her feet.

She grabbed the straps of her dress, ready for what came next...

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Of all the decisions Justine had ever taken in her life, it turned out this one wasn't the worst. Not by a longshot.

Ever since being left by her husband, some twelve years ago, Justine hadn't enjoyed a sexual encounter with anyone. She had indulged in self-pleasure from time to time, but to be taken by a man was something she had never once done, although not for lack of opportunities. Some of the men where she had worked (prior to her stint as an exotic dancer) had made several offers, but she had always declined.

To have her first time be with August Rand, a former porn star, was quite enough to send her over the edge - let alone the fact that she was doing it in order to secure rent, and a future for her daughter. That second fact alone, for some reason, had completely torn apart her expectations of the encounter. And August wasn't necessarily gentle (nor was he violent) but he knew what he wanted, and he made her give it to him.

Now, laying on her back, she welcomed the cum-shot he fired at her mouth and breasts, as he moaned long and hard for her benefit.

"Fuck... oh fuck..."

The forty-something male jerked himself empty onto his new tenant's chest as she lay about on the bed where she would be spending the next few weeks, at least. He looked down at her naked form, remembering the pounding her pussy had taken in the past hour and the moans of delight he had stolen from her through it all. He moved away, allowing her to clean herself up.

"Well... it looks like we're going to be getting along fine..." he sneered.

She didn't say anything. She felt slutty. She should have felt shameful, and perhaps there was a little of it, but the sheer exhiliration of the deed, not to mention August's wonderful performance, made her reconsider everything she was feeling, mostly the bad emotions.

"So... when can you move in?" he asked, all business, as if what they had just done didn't even faze him.
"As soon... as possible..."

She was still out-of-breath from the exercise, her mind lost in the throes of pleasure she had experienced while being fucked by the gentleman.

"All right... we can discuss details on the phone tomorrow..."

He started getting dressed again. He reached into his pants pocket and tossed two keys onto the bed.

"Key to the boarding house, and to your apartment. This is your place now..."

She didn't answer. She was still confused over the entire affair. Her hand wandered over the key.

"So.. will it be just board... or food and board?"

It took her a moment to answer.

"I'll go with food as well..."
"Very good. We'll arrange a schedule for... delivery of the goods."

She didn't say anything. She just wanted to bask in the moment, to live in the illusion that she didn't just prostitute herself for rent. But she had. Still, if she was going to do it, at least, she was doing it with someone who knew how to treat a lady.

Her mind wondered, for an instant, if the other shoe could drop at some point, but she dismissed it, still lost in the euhporia of her sexual escapade.

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Haley looked down at the wondeful sight of Tina sucking him dry. He had come over thirty minutes ago and had been treated to the wonderful sight of the young girl in her neglige. That was when the suckfest had started. She had dropped to her knees in front of him as soon as he had closed the door, whipped out his manhood and proceeded to strike it first, then gobble it up without saying another word. It had taken less than five minutes for him to be ready to blow his load, but he had stopped her in time.

He had taken out the cannabis from the small bag and had rolled a joint, lit it up then given her a few puffs. He had taken taken the joint for himself and she had resumed her ministrations on his cock, moving into the bedroom. They had alternated between puffs and sucks for the past half hour. Apparently, Tina was hungry for dick today, and Haley was aiming to please.

On the verge of coming now, he decided not to stop her. She welcomed his creamy semen inside her mouth, milking him to fruition as he groaned and shook from the pleasure. Once she was done, she opened her mouth to let him see his white seed rolling off her tongue, then swallowed with a dry smile.

"Damn it, slut... you're one cock sucker extraordinaire!"

She winked at him, taking a final puff of the joint.

"That was delicious... best thing I've eaten all day," she mused.
"Best I got all year!" he replied, tongue-in-cheek.

Despite the haze from the drugs, Tina was still very much aware of her surroundings.

"What time is it?"
"A little past eight..."
"Damn... hope mom doesn't get home too soon..."

As she got up to look for the air freshener (to clean the smell of sex and drugs out of the apartment), Haley looked at his softening cock. His eyes then wandered to the room, to a picture of Justine and Haley when she was five years old. It never failed to amaze Haley how beautiful her mother looked.

"You sleep in the same bed?" he asked.
"Yeah... why?"
"That's... kinda hot."

She turned to him and started laughing.

"Yeah, I bet you're imagining all the dirty mother-daughter things we do in bed..."
"Well, I am... what about it?"

It wasn't the first time Haley brought this up, and he normally let it go. But he took the picture and examined it.

"Your mom is totally hot... I'd tap that."
"Bet you would... maybe she's enjoy it... stuck up bitch.."
"Hey! Don't talk about your mom like that...!"

Tina wasn't sure if Haley was kidding, so she said nothing. She came back towards him, staring at his still exposed cock.

"Just saying," she finally continued, "as far as I know, she doesn't have sex with anyone."
"Well, if she's willing, I could bone you both..."
"Keep your fantasy in your pants!"
"Don't have any, right now..."

He smirked as he said it. She winked, then crawled onto the bed, presenting her rear to him, exposing her shaved pussy.

"You want to fuck me in my mom's bed?"
"Theoretically, it's your bed too," he said, moving to settle himself behind her.
"It's kind of like you're fucking her - by proxy..."
"I can live with that..."

He was hard again. It didn't take long for him to plunge his cock inside her moist cunt, and he did picture what he would do if Tina's mother were in bed with them.

Then again, and to her surprise, so did Tina.

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"When are we moving?" Tina asked, somewhat surprised.
"This weekend. Saturday. The truck and the movers will be around from 8am onward."

Tina had a hard time believing it but, apparently, her mother had come through on that promise.

"Is is far from here? Far from school?"
"It's a little further, but there's a direct bus route."

Justine had just come back for her 'meeting' with her landlord. She tried as best as possible to hide the conflicted emotions she was bringing back along with the news. And Tina was equally working hard to hide from the fact what had transpired in their current home, not an hour ago.

"So... I need to pack?"
"Yes..."
"But... is it more expensive?"
"Well..."

On the way home, Justine had devised a lie to conceal the truth, and rehearsed it a bit.

"I'm... actually going to be working."

Tina was impressed. Her mother had obviously worked hard on this, and it suddenly made her feel bad to have doubted her mother.

"What's the job?" Tina asked, ecstatic.
"Personal assistant... for mister Rand. The landlord. We get a reduced rent because... well, I'll work for him. It's a... commune of sorts. People who work for him live close to him..."
"Sounds weird..."
"And... you'll get your own room."

Tina was in heaven. Not that she minded sleeping in the same bed as her mother but, after the conversation with Haley earlier, she couldn't quite tear an image away from her mind.

All things considered, and despite the conditions involved, Justine started to consider this day one of the best of her life. And she could tell her daughter felt the same. And all Justine had to do to keep this was... was... it was still hard to grasp, despite having done the deed once. And yet, there it was, as plain as day.

She would have sex with August Rand, and she could live in that nice apartment, and he would provide her with money for food and other necessities. Two hundred a week wasn't much but it was enough. And it meant that things could finally change for the better. There was no other hope in sight.

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The next few nights before the move, Justine and Tina still shared a bed. For the longest while, that sleeping arrangement had made neither of them awkward. They had been doing so ever since moving here, after Tina's father had left them. It had, at first, made them really close. But then, Justine had started working odd hours at odd jobs, and Tina had spent many nights at old Lady Thompson's place. Every so often, however, they would return to their old habit and it didn't seem weird.

Since the old Lady had died, Tina had come back into her mother's bed. Except that she was no longer a child : she was a teenager, and a precocious one at that. Besides her pusher, Tina had slept with six or seven guys so far in the past year. She had also been played a few tricks at school by mean girls who had hidden her clothes while she was showering after physed. She had herself been forced to masturbate in front of the popular girls in order to get her clothes back.

Watching her mother get undressed and slip into her pyjama that first night after learning they were going to move, Tina marveled at her mother's gorgeous physique. Her plump ass, her large breasts, her hourglass figure. Tina was small by comparison, almost no hips, small chest, no curves. That night, she huddled against her mother, giving her a good night kiss on the lips, something she hadn't done in forever. Justine took it as a sign that her daughter was finally proud of her for getting them out of this place. But for Tina, it was something a bit more. She realized how unsupportive she had been of her mother and now wanted to do more.

The days and nights rolled around. It came to the eve before the move. Tina came home from school to find her mother gone. A note said she had left to finalize the details. So Tina did something she had only done on her mother's birthday before. She prepared a meal. It wasn't anything fancy : spaghetti and meatballs with tomato sauce, all of it from the store. Tina found herself growing impatient, waiting for her mom to return, longing for her company. She had quite enjoyed these past few days.

When Justine arrived, later than expected, Tina made no fuss about it and set out to serve the meal. She took out a bottle of red and, with her mother's permission, poured the both of them a glass, and another, until the bottle was empty. It was rare for them to have any form of alcohol, but Justine had indulged in buying one, in celebration of the change. Now quite tipsy, both ladies started dancing to R&B music from the radio, bumping into each other in their cramped apartment.

"You know, mom..." Tina sluggishly stated, "I love you... you're so hot..."
"Thanks Tina... really means a lot for me to... be appreciated like that."

Both women were all smiles, lost in their drunken haze.

"I really mean it... and I'm sorry I've been... a bad girl."
"You haven't been that bad..."
"You'd be surprised..." unwittingly said Tina.

But her mom didn't catch up on it in her inebriated state. Instead, she caressed her daugher's hair.

"Feels nice..." Tina said.
"I would do anything for you, Tina..." Justine stated.

Mother and daughter locked eyes, and exchanged a kiss; then, they followed it with a series of small pecks on their lips. Tina started kissing her mother's neck and Justine shivered, playfuly smiling. Justine was wearing a blouse that showed much of her cleavage, so Tina buried her head inside it. It made Justine laugh even more. Then, Tina started planting kisses on the exposed skin. She went as far as to grab her mother's breasts with two strong hands, shrugging as she held them.

"They're so big... not like mine."

Tina took her left hand, put it on her own breast and squeezed for comparison. She took her mother's hand, put it on her breast and asked her to compare.

"Am I ever going to be as big as yours?"
"Maybe... I didn't look that until I got pregnant so... I guess you gave me those boobs, Tina."

The daughter burst out laughing and hugged her mother. As their faces remained close, they kissed again, a bit more forcefully.

"I really love you, mom..."
"And I love you too, Tina..."

An odd stare between the two suddenly broke the scene, and introduced them to the awkwardness of their embrace. But whereas Justine was ready to pull away, Tina didn't let go. In fact, Tina pulled in closer and locked lips again with her mother. Justine froze in her mind, but her body reacted as her lips parted and she felt her tongue joining her daughter's. The embrace lasted several seconds, until Justine finally got a grip and pulled away.

Tina was smiling, content, her eyes lost in a blur.

"I think," Justine said, "that's enough wine for tonight..."
"You're so hot, mom... I want to be like you."

Justine still had enough wits about her to gently push her daughter away.

"Come on... let's get you to bed."
"Sure... anything for you, mom..."

There was something very suggestive in that answer, and Justine hated the fact that it made her blush. Ever since her encounter with August Rand, a few days ago, her hormones were high. The fact that her drunken daughter seemed to be coming on to her was in fact having a very positive effect on her arousal.

As Tina lay down on the bed, she pulled her mother in.

"Lie with me..."
"Okay..."

Justine was mindful to go around the bed and to manipulate her daughter's head so it would rest against the top of her chest, almost on her shoulder. She wrapped Tina's hand around her waist and used her hand to pin it there, so it wouldn't wander. She kissed Tina's forehead and shushed her.

"Let's just rest now..."
"Ok, mom... I love you."
"I... love you yoo, sweetheart."

For the longest while, Tina and Justine remained in that position. Tina was enjoying the contact, but Justine was just hoping the conflicted feelings she was experiencing would subside. As quickly as possible.

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The movers were at Justine and Tina's around 7AM, almost stirring the girls from their slumber. Justine was fine, but Tina had a splitting headache. The mother got up, put on a shirt and pants, and welcomed the movers. They were young, strong tall men, two of them, Max and Collin, and they seemed eager to get under way. While they started packing everything in the boxes they had brought, expertly managing their time in the kitchen/living room area, Justine went to get Tina up and force her to dress. Tina put on a belly shirt and short pants, walking out into the living room. She immediately spotted the hunks of flesh that had come and was instantly interested in both of them. She was still slightly hungover from the previous night, however, so her mind wasn't all there to act on it.

In any event, the movers worked diligently and all the boxes were packed within the hour. They set about to move the furniture, so the girls went outside and allowed the men to proceed. Their previous landlord was stunned to see them leave, although he shouldn't have been. He tried to talk Justine out of her decision, claiming that she was breaking her term with him, but she defiantly told him to shove it, and that her lease was expired, and if he should try to take her to court, she would bring up the thousand grievances she had aired against him in the past few years. This quieted him down, and he told her good riddance. She was only too happy to accept.

The truck was packed and ready to go by nine-thirty. The four individuals, the two movers, Justine and Tina, all sat in the front of the cab, all squeezed together. Justine was pressed against the driver, Collin, while Tina was huddled against Max. The ride wasn't expected to be that long, but Collin insisted they make a stop at a drugstore. Max asked everyone if they wanted sodas, to which Tina agreed. He invited her to come along, so they both got out of the vehicle.

As soon as they were out, Justine moved away from Collin, who stared her down, amicably (although Justine seemed to notice something else in the corner of his eye).

"You're very efficicient," she said."
"We strive to please... so... for payment?"
"Payment?"
"Yes. We have your stuff, we'll need to deliver it to Rand's place."
"Yes."

Justine didn't understand what Collin was implying.

"That dirty rascal," Collin said suddenly. "He didn't tell you about the arrangement."
"He told me that you would come, move our stuff, and that would be it."
"He never talked about payment, then?"
"No."
"Dammit... Hang on."

Justine was puzzled. Collin took out his cell phone and made a call. Although Justine only heard half of the conversation, she understood he was talking to August Rand. He mentioned the fact that payment had not been discussed, seemed to get angry a little, then calmed down again.

"Fine," he said. "I'll tell her."
"Tell me what?"

Collin hung up.

"Well, usually, for this type of service, for someone moving into... Rand's special place... we get paid... in flesh."

Collin said those last two words really low.

"What?"
"It's kind of the arrangement, but usually, the people are forewarned about it... know to expect it."
"But that's not what mister Rand told me."
"I know, but I'm in a pickle... I should have let you talk to him. I'll call him... he won't be happy about it, though."

Collin seemed distressed. Before he could call, Justine intervened.

"Well, what about the move?"
"Well, I can't go until payment is cleared... whatever form really... do you have money? Maybe you can get him to reimburse you?"
"But I don't have money yet... I mean..."
"Well, we can't really go back and, I can't really deliver. Then again, there's your daughter..."
"What does she have to do with anything?"
"Well, you probably don't want her to know about all this... I guess... I should take you back there until this is sorted out."

Justine froze. Terror filled her mind. There was no way she was going back there. Not after what she had told the landlord. Not after she had slept with August Rand. For a moment, she stared blankly in front of her.

"Okay... Fine. I'll pay."
"How?"
"In... flesh. But... my daughter, she can't know."
"Of course," Collin said reassuringly. "We'll make sure..."

Justine cast a glance out the window, at the drug store. She could see her daughter there, standing near the register with the other mover, Max, waiting for their turn to pay. Then she turned her gaze back to Collin, the strong, powerful mover. For a moment, she wondered how it had come to this.

But only for a moment.

[interesting]

By the time it was noon, the move was finished. The movers had set up the new apartment, settling in all the furniture and kitchen apparel. Even though she still had no bed, Tina was ecstatic to finally have her own room, although on some level, it saddened her that she wouldn't be sleeping in the same bed as her mother. She had grown accustomed to it. Also, after last night, she felt some kind of unspoken bond which she couldn't really explain. Tina paid no mind when Justine followed the movers outside, to take care of things, as she said.

The first thing Tina did was to unpack her clothes and set them on the floor. She didn't have much but she was proud of her collection. Half the items in there were stolen, although she would never admit it to her mom. She claimed to have gotten them at the Salvation Army store, and it was true that some items had been stolen here. She didn't steal because she needed to (although she might) but because she liked getting away with it, and she was good.

Once the clothes were neatly folded, just for fun, Tina decided she wanted something to drink. With the fridge empty, there was no other choice but to head outside. She noticed her mother had been gone for some time. As she walked down the hall and exited the building, she noticed the moving van was still there. She made her way towards the passenger's side but found no one inside. Where was her mother? Where were the movers?

She entertained the notion that they'd gone to get some coffee. Curious and adventurous, Tina checked the doors to the cab and was pleasantly surprised to find them unlocked. She climbed in, in order to peruse the cabin, to examine the glove box, essentially, to see if there was anything of value worth taking. That was when she heard the odd sounds coming from behind her. The cab and cargo were connected in this model, and there was a small latch that could open to check the back, if needed.

But just as Tina was about to pull it open, she realized what the sounds were, and her mind made one gigantic leap. She was careful in opening the latch, making sure to be as discreet as possible, and then she cautiously cast a look inside. Her heart exploded in her chest as she witnessed the scene happening in the storage space. There, she was, center stage, in all her naked glory, her mother... and the movers were with her... in her. The driver, Collin was behind her, bottomless, and she could see clearly his shaft going in and out of her mother's vagina. And, at the other end, there was Max, the larger of the two, his cock buried inside her mouth. He was holding Justine's head tightly, fucking her face.

"Mom..." Tina whispered, and she felt aroused as never before.

Her hand reached into her shorts and underwear and instantly reached her clitoris, which she started to stroke with energy. She bit her lower lip to avoid making a sound as she started to masturbate in the cab at the sight of her mother being ravaged by the two movers. Every once in a while, she would turn away from the scene, mindful of being caught, but she would always look back.

It seemed to her that, as she achieved orgasm herself, her mother too climaxed while being penetrated by Collin. Mother and daughter, coming simultaneously. It was all Tina could do to avoid screaming. She dashed out of the cab and ran back into the complex, heading straight for the apartment.

Inside the back of the truck, Max was ready to blow.

"Fffuucckk..." he moaned.

Justine, lost in the thrusts that Collin was driving into her, allowed him to load her mouth and throat will all of his spunk - she couldn't really pull away, as he was pinning her head.

"Aw shit..." Collin started to moan in return, as if his friend's climax had brought on his own.

It was his turn to spend himself, and he did so inside the condom which he had put on for the intercourse. Justine could hardly protest, not that she would have. Reluctant going in, she was now glad she had. The two men had more than giver her a share of what they had gotten in return, and she was quite content with the arrangement. No money to change hands.

As Max pulled away from Justine's mouth, she made an effort to swallow it all, then spoke up.

"Woh... all right... I think... that settles... everything?"
"You bet," Collin said, pulling out in turn.
"And how!" Max added, laughing.

Bcck in the apartment, Tina was busy pouring herself a bath. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Worse, she couldn't believe she had never noticed how incredibly hot her mother was, and how incredibly turned on she made her. Maybe it was all Haley's fault. Or maybe... maybe it was her mother's, for being such a... a... MILF. Yes, that must be it, Tina told herself. My mother is hot.

That reasoning, however, could only take her so far, and only in one direction.

[interesting]

When Justine entered her apartment, her debt with the movers settled in the most unexpected (yet overly pleasant way), she called out to her daughter.

"In here, mom!" she answered from the bathroom.
"Are you taking a bath?"
"Yes, mom."

Justine was happy her daughter was settling in. She cast a look at the room where Tina had laid out all her clothes, then moved to her own bedroom.

"We'll need to get you a bed!" Justine spoke up.
"What?"
"I said..."

Justine turned around and saw that her daughter was out of the bathroom, in the doorway¸standing naked. It wasn't that she had never seen her like that, but the pose that Tina was assuming was provocative - or was it? Justine was still high from her encounter with the movers.

"I said... you should get dressed."
"No, you were talking about a bed."

She was, except that Justine was distracted. Her daughter's nipple were perked up, and she could see that her daughter shaved her sex, from the red lips of her pussy. And try as she might, Justine couldn't really look away.

"Yes... um... I was saying we'll get you a bed."
"No rush. I like sleeping with you."

There was no innuendo in the way Tina said it, but it was what Justine heard.

"Now... you shouldn't say that."
"Why? It's true."

Tina had chosen not to overplay it, not after what she had seen her mother do in the back of the truck. She had decided to play it cool, and to get her mother to react. It was testing her limits.

"Still... we'll get you a bed."
"Fine."

Tina turned around to return to the bathroom, and Justine couldn't tear herself away from her daughter's figure. What's wrong with me, she thought. Justine's sex was still sensitive from her encounter only a few minutes before, and she felt it very vividly. She retreated to her room and checked her soaked panties. She was apparently still very horny, but there was no way to relieve herself with her daughter in the apartment.

"Were you planning on going anywhere this afternoon?" Justine inquired.
"I can't hear you mom..."

It was a lie, and it worked. Justine instinctively moved to the bathroom to talk to Tina, who was back in the water, a shy smile on her face.

"Do you have plans for the afternoon?"
"None. I was thinking we could hang out, you and me..."
"That's... nice."
"Why? Do you have plans?"
"Um... maybe."

What could Justine say?

"Well, are you going to be long in the bath?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Because... I wanted to... take a shower, maybe. Too. Me too."
"Well, um... no. But could you close the door?"
"Sure."

Tina was mesmerized by the unease in her mother's gait as she closed the door and exited. Her mother was clearly shaken by the situation, and Tina found it highly comical. She started to wonder how far she could push it. It was clear that there was much fun to be had in continuing to tease her mother. In fact, she thought to herself, why not turn it up a notch.

Justine was in the kitchen when the quiet sounds of moaning reached her. It was an unfamiliar sound, and it came from the bathroom. It didn't take any imagination for the mother to figure out what she was hearing, and it perplexed her to no end. Unable to contain her curiosity, she leaned in against the door to listen in, and amid the moans and sighs, she though she heard a few words... a few swear words... and then... almost a whisper.

"I love you mom."

[interesting]

It had been roughly a week since the move and mother and daughter were settling in. Tina still didn't have her own bed so, while she used the room to store her items and for schoolwork, she still slept in the same room as Justine, in their twin bed. Tina had also taken to sleeping in the buff, much to her mother's unease. At first, Justine had tried to say something to her daughter, but then she remembered how she had sold herself to August Rand, the owner, for the rent and food for the place, and how she had similarly settled the issue with the movers. She didn't feel like she had a leg to stand on in teaching morality to her daughter. And so she accepted, reluctantly but without saying a word, the fact that her daughter was now sleeping with her nude.

That being said, Justine had taken to wearing a flannel pyjama in order not to confuse her daughter (or herself anymore). That moaning sound, and her name, spoken through the bathroom door, had more than shaken her core. She was glad, however, that her relationship with her daughter seemed to be improving. Tina was much more talkative, and she seemed in better spirits. In those few days, they hadn't met any of the other tenants in the building, although they sometimes heard them.

What kept Justine awake at night, mostly, was thinking that everyone in the apartment complex was sleeping with August Rand, or had at least slept once with him. It probably there were only women, because she didn't fancy August being into men, for some odd reason. Truth be told, now that she knew he was a former porn star, she had looked him up on the internet. He had done everything, short of straight gay pornography. It had been, to some extent an education, and Justine started to wonder just how much like these girls in the videos she needed to be in order to satisfy her landlord.

That evening, returning from buying a new pair of shoes, Justine finally crossed paths with another tenant, a young woman, barely eighteen She wore a short dress (way too short for Justine's tastes) and a belly shirt, no bra. She wore her head up, with pink highlights and glitter on her face and upper chest. Her makeup was excessive over the eyes, very pinky and glittery as well. The young girl smiled as Justine was walking up the steps to the building.

"Hey! You must be the new tenant."
"Hello. I'm Justine."
"They call me Pinky. Can you guess why?"

Justine laughed along with Pinky. She had the most beautiful smile, her lips all purple and pink.

"It's nice to meet you, Pinky."
"Same. Your daughter's hot too."
"uh... thanks, I guess."
"A bit young though... August's not into that young."

Justine felt awkward that the subject was being brought up. She didn't think she would have to talk about it. Thinking seemed quite enough, in fact. But Pinky didn't seem fazed by it. She continued.

"What were you doing before coming here?"
"um..."
"I can go first, if it makes you feel more comfortable. There's no secrets here."
"Ok..."

Pinky spoke without hesitation, as if her story didn't bother her at all.

"When I was twelve, I was raped by my dad, and I ran away. I became homeless, rather quickly... got into drugs, prostitution. The works. Anyway, six months ago, I hit bottom. I was found in a ditch, ten kilometres off the highway..."
"oh my god!"
"Yeah. The nurse at the hospital told me I needed to get clean or I would die... and, you know, she was right... she told me about this place."
"The nurse?"
"Yeah. She said she used to live here a couple years ago, when her brother got out of jail and came to kill her. He was shot by the police but she broke down from it and... well it's her story, not mine to tell."
"Wow."

Suddenly, Justine's plight didn't seem so bad.

"And now you're here?"
"Yeah... and August is... nice. He's like a client, only he doesn't judge me. I got no more pimp, I'm off the hard drugs... I make my own hours now."
"You still walk the street?"
"No. I'm on the internet now. A lot safer, if you'd believe. Plus, I only get high-end customers now. No more trash."

Justine couldn't believe the girl's candor.

"And yourself?"

It was clear that Pinky was expecting a story in return. Justine felt bad for not having a story as sad or dramatic.

"I'm here for... my daughter. We were living in a dump, I... was a nude dancer at some point..."
"You'd be good. You look so hot. Wish I had your breasts."

Pinky reached down and gropped Justine's breasts, making her freeze. Pinky pinched them and pulled away.

"So you're here to protect your daughter."
"Yes... we were going to get evicted and... I couldn't let that happen. She's... everything to me."

Saying those words suddenly made Justine's heart swell with love for Tina, and she remembered the words heard through the door.

"You're having a nice memory," Pinky said.
"I... guess I am."

Pinky gave a big hug to Justine.

"I'm so glad to welcome you here..."
"I'm... also glad to be here... to meet you."

Pinky pulled back, shaking her shoulders. Justine walked past and suddenly, she didn't feel so bad anymore. If a girl like Pinky had a chance here, how much more did Tina and her have, not dragging a past as sordid behind her. And Tina... she could be given a little slack, given all she had endured, the loss of her father so young, the isolation, the death of Ludmilla... and so what if she slept naked. It only meant she was comfortable. She had never done that at the old place. It was a good sign.

[interesting]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Samson appeared shocked.

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

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

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

Samson starts laughing, and his goons emulate him.

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

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

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

Samson looked at his goons as if he was insulted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[interesting]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[interesting]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was impressed and it showed.

"Wanna come see?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[interesting]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Drive," he told the driver.

The vehicle started rolling. He spoke again, menacing.

"Are you gonna suck it or not?"

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

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

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

He pulled her off of him and slapped her again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Get out. See you next Friday".

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

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

[interesting]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tina! Hi!" she called out.

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

"What's wrong, honey?"

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

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

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

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

Justine's smile was bright.

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

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

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

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

"Mom."

Justine turned her head.

"Yes dear?"

There was so much kindness in her voice.

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

Justine was puzzled. Tina explained.

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

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

[interesting]

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

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

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

"Raise your arms."

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

"Is that too hot?"

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

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

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

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

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

"There..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was. More water had splashed on it.

"I should probably take it off."

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you skipping meals, honey?"

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

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

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

"Can you wash my bum?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

[interesting]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[interesting]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For a moment, both sat in silence.

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

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

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

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

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

It was a guess.

"What is it for?" Justine asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[interesting]

They had ordered in from the local pizzeria. Nothing fancy. It would take about forty-five minutes for the food to arrive. Plenty of time to do other things in-between.

Seated in his couch, August was gripping tightly Justine's hair as the tenant pushed her mouth up and down on her landlord's shaft. She had been milking him for the past few minutes and he was just about ready to blow. With her lips wrapped around it, Justine could feel the twitch. So far, they hadn't done more than this, but the evening was still young.

"Are you... gonna swallow...?"

Justine didn't even pull up. She kept working him until he could no longer hold it in, and all his cream went into her mouth. He grunted from the release and pleasure as he felt her tongue lap everything up and the back of her throat stretch, as Justine forced herself to put all of it down her gullet. She remained wrapped around him for a few more seconds, cleaning him up to the fullest, before pulling away.

"...thank you..." he mumbled, his head in the clouds.

He finally let her head go and she slowly pulled away. Justine straightened her hair while August covered himself up. She smiled at him, even if her mind was elsewhere.

"We could have waited for later," the landlord told her.
"I know, but... I wanted to please you."
"Well, it's a great start to what could be a great evening..."

Again, she smiled and went to sit in a nearby chair. August checked the time. It wouldn't take long now for the pizza delivery guy to arrive. He then checked his guest and noticed her unease; it had nothing to do with what she had just done, he knew, so there was something else.

"Do you need to tell me something?" he inquired.
"Hmmm? Oh! Yes. Maybe."
"Go ahead."

Justine started at the wall as she spoke.

"I'm... going to need more money. Not much, just enough... well, it's for my daughter."
"Okay. How much more?"
"A hundred more per week... is that feasible?"
"Of course it its, but we'll have to renegotiate the deal..."

August gave her a perplexed look.

"Well, we already do it once every week, and I don't really have the time for more... not that I would mind but... I do have other tenants..."

Justine gave him a pleading look before speaking.

"Can't we make an arrangement? You said some people do odd jobs for you sometimes?"
"That depends on their skills. What can you do?"
"...not much. I was a clerk and a cashier mostly... I can dance but..."

Silence set in as both adults tried to figure out how to amend the deal. Just then, there was a knock on the door. August got up. It was the pizza.

"Phil!"
"Hey Rand."

August let the man in. He was Caucasian, in his forties as well, a slight gut, shaved bald with a thick black mustache. Justine got up when he walked in.

"Here's your pizza..."
"Thank you, Phil. Let me introduce you to Justine... one of my new tenants..."
"Ah!... she's lovely."
"Yes, she is."

Immediately, Justine understood that Phil was aware of the arrangement. It didn't bother her as much as she thought it would.

"So, how are you clearing this one?"
"Good question," August spoke, turning to Justine. "Justine, would you mind paying for the pizza?"

There was no hesitation in Justine's mind, as she connected the dots. She stepped forward, dropped to her knees, and was on his cock within seconds, as she started to milk him too. August watched for a minute or so; unable to hold himself back, he moved behind Justine, dropped his pants and underwear, exposing his already hardened shaft. He pulled up Justine's dress and pulled down her underwear, and stuck it in with force.

The pizza would wait.

[interesting]

Justine pushed the door open. She needed a shower. She was hoping Tina would be out. She needed to be alone.

Her wish was granted when she called out to her daughter and no one came. Justine locked the door, stripping all of her clothes in the kitchen and heading straight for the bathroom. She turned the water on. Her sex was still moist from what August and Phil (the pizza delivery man) had done to her. She had allowed him to fuck her. Both men had come inside her vagina, no protection this time. Justine would have to address that. She didn't want to get pregnant again. One daughter was enough for her. Plus, since it was two different men, if she did get pregnant, it might be either... a strange quandary, to say the least. No. She would take a shower, then, tomorrow morning, she would go to the pharmacy and take the morning after pill.

She also needed to get a prescription for contraceptives. For that, she needed to visit a clinic.

Before jumping into the shower, Justine checked her pockets. Four hundred dollars. Two hundred more for letting the pizza delivery guy finish inside her. She was a whore. At least, she had come. Three times, though only from August. Tonight, he had really cared about her pleasure.

Justine disappeared into the shower, her mind still lost in the daze.

When Tina came in, she did so quietly. Her mind was lost in her situation. Owing four thousand dollars to a gangster for drugs that her provider had supposedly given her in exchange for sex was not something she ever expected to happen, and yet, it had. She felt silly about asking for an allowance, as if that could cover her debt.

She immediately noticed, walking in, the bits of clothing on the floor and on the table. For whatever reason, she didn't call out to her mother. Perhaps she wanted to surprise her in the shower. But then, Tina's eyes spotted the edge of the folded money on the table. Her hand reached for it, and instinct took over. She grabbed the money in silence and immediately headed back out - as if she had never been here. As she exited, she left the door unlocked and raced out.

Mixed feelings overwhelmed her. True, she was stealing from her mother, but it was for a good cause, and she knew her mother would forgive her, given all they had been through in the past few days. No, Tina decided, it wasn't stealing. She would borrow the money and give it back, eventually. Her mother had a new job, working for the landlord, after all. She would get more. And 400 dollars... that was... 10% of what she owed! It was a start!

Of course, Justine was stumped when she came out and did not find the wad of cash. She immediately panicked, checking the door and finding it unlocked.

"Oh shit!" she yelled out, figuring she had forgotten to lock it, and any old tenant could have walked in and stolen it.

Now what? she asked herself.

[interesting]

Justine had been wandering through the halls of the apartment complex. She was dumbfounded. Someone had come in and stolen her money - the money that she had earned after sleeping with August and the pizza delivery man Phil. The money she had prostituted herself for. She was angry. She remembered locking the door, but it was unlocked when she came out. She might have forgotten - but she didn't think so.

Now, a new puzzle was rummaging through her head. How many people actually lived in this place? It had been almost a week now, and she had only crossed paths with Pinky. Sometimes, she heard noises from some of the other apartments, but there was never anyone else in the corridors. She couldn't simply go about knocking on doors, asking if people had stolen her funds. Neither could she go back to August and tell him, at least, that was how she felt. Therefore, she was now stuck in a loop.

Her wandering took her down to the main floor, where she sat down and considered her recent choices. In hindsight, it didn't seem like a good idea, but what other option did she have? Even without the money, she still had a place to live, but nothing to buy food with - or treat her daughter to new clothes.

A taxi stopped in front of the building. As Justine lifted her gaze, she recognized Pinky, all dressed up, short dress, knee-high socks, her hair curled up in a knot over her head, wearing a see-through pink shirt under which she had a black bra on. As the taxi drove away, Pinky stepped up and smiled at Justine. She immediately noticed her sour mood.

"Are you okay?"
"...no."
"What's wrong?"

It was obvious to Justine it wasn't Pinky who had taken her money, so she told her everything.

"You poor thing... come on, come with me."
"Where?"
"To my place."
"Why?"
"So we can talk about it... see what your options are."
"Ok."

Justine followed Pinky to her apartment, hoping the more experienced girl would provide her with some insight on how to get herself free from her predicament. If the worst came, she would at least have a shoulder to cry on.

[interesting]

The other apartment was on the other side of the corridor, one floor up. It was almost identical, though mirrored, to Justine's own place. The two bedrooms were the only distinction, and only in the sense that Pinky had assigned them to different purposes. One of them was for sleeping. The other also contained a bed, but it seemed to also contain some additional mood lighting, a computer and a camera, aimed at the bed. It did not take much imagination for Justine to figure out what it was for.

"Sure," Pinky had replied, "I do camshows."
"Camshows?"
"Yeah... I have a website where I strip, masturbate to the camera, chat with the people, you know..."
"And does it pay well?"
"Well, it's hard to say..."

Justine didn't understand what could be hard about the answer, but Pinky explained.

"Essentially, the chat is free. People pay me to do things... if they give enough coins, I perform tasks for them..."
"Coins?"
"The online currency for the site... we don't deal in real money."
"Oh! But you still get paid?"
"I do."
"So... how much?"

Pinky had to consider the numbers.

"A good week, I can make... five hundred?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. But I don't cam often, to be honest."

It was obvious to Pinky that Justine was doing the math in her mind.

"Are you considering it?"
"I don't know..."
"Well," Pinky argued, "the good thing about it is that you're safe, in your home, and you have control over it."
"But... everyone can see you?"
"Some girls wear a mask. People are into that..."

It was the strangest notion to Justine and yet, given all that she had done recently, it didn't seem so far-fetched. Her eyes kept glancing back to that room.

"How much got stolen?" Pinky asked again.
"Four hundred."
"Well... if you'd like, I could give it to you..."

The offer did not fall on deaf ears, and Justine's eyes betrayed her hopefulness. Pinky quickly adjusted her attitude.

"But... not for free."
"Ok..."
"You could... work it off."
"Work it off how?"

Pinky pointed to the room.

"On cam?" Justine replied, almost shocked.
"Well... yes... I mean, I have a mask, if you'd like."
"But... I... uh..."

She needed the money. Plain and simple.

"What... would I have to do?" Justine asked.
"Well... to be honest, I have had people request that I go on cam with... someone else."
"Someone else?"
"And... you know... do stuff with that person."

Justine froze. Her mind shifted back to the bathroom, only yesterday, with Tina; the nudity, the rubbing, the proximity...

"Tina," Justine murmured.
"Hmm?" Pinky replied.
"Nothing... so... if I go on cam, with you, you would... pay me four hundred."
"Well, I'd pay you half of what we get."
"But I need... ok, no... it's fair, I suppose."
"I mean, I could always give you the four hundred, and you could owe me..."

A question suddenly popped into Justine's head.

"If you have that kind of money... why are you still here?"

Pinky smiled.

"Because... I like it here. And I'm not yet back on my feet. So..."
"Ok."

The other question still lingered in Justine's consciousness: could she do it? Could she go in front of the camera, expose herself, perhaps do a few things with Pinky, in order to get the money she needed? But as with all her hesitations of the past week, it seemed to fade in the light of the newfound attachment for Tina she was still developing into. Any doubts disappeared when her daughter's smile illuminated her thoughts.

Besides, it might be fun, she thought to herself.

[interesting]

[Pinky_Pie] Hello loves!

The camera was on. Justine and Pinky were seated on the edge of the bed. It was strange for Justine to be there, letting alone wearing an eye mask - like the ones superheroes wore. Pinky had slipped into a one-piece black dress and was now typing on the computer, logged on to the site. Uses trickled in to the chatroom.

[Jumanji4X] Pinky! Missed U Luv.
[TitsJugsMelon] SEX!!!
[JKlivin] Yeah! No more waiting
[Fantage] Update! Finally!
[babytbdlgir] Awesome! So sexy!
[JupiterXXX] Who's your friend?

"My regulars," Pinky told Justine.
"Can they hear us?"
"Not yet. No sound on."

[Pinky_Pie]She's a very close friend. Loves her.
[TitsJugsMelon] Lick her cunt!
[JupiterXXX] She is gorgeous. Tell her hello.

Pinky did, but Justine could follow the conversation online.

[Pinky_Pie] My friend is in a bind. If you pay us good, we'll have some fun together. I can count on you to help me, right?

Pinky had programmed the chat system to take bids, so everytime an amount was reached, they would do something. It took less than a minute for the first coins to trickle in. Every time a donation came in, however small, the system produced an automated response, thanking the donor.

[Pinky_Pie] Thank you JupiterXXX.
[Pinky_Pie] Thank you Jumanji4X.

The first amount was reached.

"What do we have to do...?"
"Well, why don't we kiss?"
"Um... like this?"

Justine leaned in, locking lips gently with Pinky. But the more experienced girl forced her tongue into Justine's mouth. For a while, she resisted, but that didn't last long.

"More like this," Pinky said, pulling away.
"Ah... ok."

Justine was already panting from the emotion.

[JupiterXXX] What a beautiful kiss.
[SexyCam333] Fuck her ass with your finger!
[PinkyPie] Hold your horses, there.
[HunterGames] Can we see your bras?
[PinkyPie] Pay up.

The user covered the next amount by himself. Justine shied away as she saw Pinky slip the dress straps off her shoulders, then pull the cloth down to reveal the pinkish bra she wore underneath. Pinky nudged Justine to do the same, so Justine pulled her t-shirt off, revealing her very large cleavage to the virtual world.

[JupiterXXX] Both of you are exquisite!
[SexyCam333] Have sex now!
[TitsJugsMelon] 69! 69!
[Jumanji4X] I wanna see panty. Please!
[HunterGames] Love your bras. Beautiful breasts, friend. What's her name?

"What name do you want to use online?"
"Huh... I don't know."
"How about... JustOne?"
"What?"
"Well, it's catchy, and it's close to your real name..."
"Sure..."

[PinkyPie] Her name is JustOne.
[HunterGames] Tell her I am in love.

The comment made Justine blush.

[JupiterXXX] How far are you going tonight, love?
[PinkyPie] As far as people want us to go...?
[Jumanji4X] Anal?
[TitsJugsMelon] FUCK HER ASS WITH UR DILDY!

"Some of them are really aggressive," Justine commented.
"Yes. Hang on."

Pinky selected the user [TitsJugsMelon] and banned him. He disappeared from the chat room.

"Better."

[PinkyPie] For me, fine. For JustOne, depends. She is new to this.
[Jumanji4X] Show her.
[HunterGames] Only if she wants.

Pinky turned to Justine.

"How far are you willing to go?"
"...how much money can we make?"
"Depends on what we do..."

Justine's mind was still making calculations as she spoke.

"We need... I need the most money possible so..."
"So all right."

[PinkyPie] We go as far as you want us to go!
[JupiterXXX] You truly are ladies of quality.
[SexyCam333] U gonna have sex or not?

By that time, more coin had come in, enough to have the women remove their bottoms. Pinky did it seductively, exposing her ass (and thong) to the camera as she did. Justine's moves were less sensual, but both ended up in nothing but their bra and panties.

"You are so beautiful," Pinky told Justine. "Your breasts are amazing!"
"Thank you?" she hesitantly replied, uncertain what to make of the comment.

[JKlivin] What are you going to do

The question from the user triggered a thought in Pinky's mind, and she activated the poll function, entering a choice for the people to put coins on.

[PinkyPie_Poll] What will we do?
1. We massage our breasts (bras off)
2. We make out
3. We massage our asses (panties off)

"So they decide what happens next?" Justine asked.
"I know. Isn't it exciting?"

[interesting]

[Fantage]Do number 3 do number three!

"Hang on!" Justine replied. "That many chips just to see us caress our..."
"I'm game for it. It seems that user really wants it."
"Well... ok."
"I'll start you..."

Pinky pushed Justine on her back and grabbed her panties. Somewhat surprised, Justine closed her legs so her friend couldn't pull.

"Relax..."
"Sorry..."

Pinky pulled them apart gently, caressing Justine's ankles, before reaching again for her panties. Justine slightly raised her ass from the covers and the panties came off, erotically pulled. From this angle, the viewers could only get a side view of Justine's exposed bottom.

[Fantage] So hot!
[JupiterXXX] What exquisite grace!

Pinky turned Justine around, exposing her full buttocks to the internet audience, then flipped her completely so she lay on her front. She put both hands on Justine's ass and started kneading her cheeks. Justine gently moaned from the caress, stimulated in a way she hadn't expected to enjoy.

"Isn't this nice?"
"uh-huh."

Pinky checked the screen to see the messages while she massaged Justine's ass.

[HunterGames] She seems to love it.
[Jumanji4X] Can we get a better shoot of her assss?

Pinky smiled at the comments. She gently flipped Justine sideways so the camera could capture her roundness better, and then she kept kneading.

"Are you good?" Pinky asked her partner.
"Oh yes... very much so."
"Good. Great... you have the best butt in the world..."

She kept fondling it for another minute and then stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" Justine asked.

Pinky was already removing her underwear, and she didn't mind doing it straight in front of the camera, which captured the crease of her shaved sex. She laid down on the bed, pushing Justine off, granting the audience full view of her firm ass (not that Justine realized it).

"Massage mine."
"Ok."

Justine did as she was told, although Pinky had to move her around so she would not block the camera. It was at that moment that Justine became self-conscious, but Pinky reassured her.

"You are so beautiful. I'd die for a body like yours."
"You're beautiful too," Justine replied, unsure what else to say.
"Thank you."

Justine's hands were warm, and she wasn't finding it awkward massaging another woman's behind. In a sense, it bothered her less to do so than it had with her daughter in the bathroom, just the night before. And Pinky was clearly enjoying the massage.

However, even though it was very appreciative of the effort, the internet crowd wanted more.

[babytbdlgir] U needz to sex 2get her
[SexyCam333] We need 2 C sum pussy!

"The natives are getting restless... are you willing to do more?" Pinky asked.

Of course, she already knew the answer, but it was polite to ask.

[interesting]

Perhaps it was because of the intimacy, but Justine was paying less and less attention to the camera and the people watching live over the net. With the both of them bottomless, things were heating up. Pinky, who was not new to all of this, took the lead.

"Here, move like this..."

She got Justine to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the camera, while she placed her own body behind hers on the bed.

"They want to see your flower..."
"My flower...?" Justine asked, having never heard that euphemism.
"Your sex... but only if they pay for it."

As a matter of principle, Justine kept her legs closed. Pinky pulled the keyboard to her.

[PinkyPie] Are you wanting to see her rosey?
[Jumanji4X] I would love to!
[Gertrude69] YEESSS!!!! SHOW US UR PUSSY!!!!

The rest of the comments were along the same line, but Pinky simply caressed Justine's legs until a tip came in and coins were deposited. From there, Pinky moved her fingers to Justine's inner thighs, making her moan.

"You're trembling..." Pinky whispered.
"I've never... with a woman and... oh god, what's wrong with me?"

Pinky gave Justine a quick peck on her neck, whispering to her:

"There's nothing wrong with you..."
"It's just..."

As Justine spoke, Pinky's fingers grew ever closer to the spot where her legs joined.

"...I was having no sex for so long and now... I feel like I'm losing my mind... with you... with August... with my... with the pizza man and the movers and... it's like I can't stop."
"Do you want to stop?" Pinky asked, serious all of a sudden.
"I... No."

Justine leaned her head back so the two of them could kiss. As their lips locked, Justine spread her legs for the camera, but more for Pinky's fingers who finally reached their goal. The comments and thanks from the internet were instantaneous, but neither woman cared for it. As Pinky's fingers explored the folds of Justine's sex, the liplock kept on going.

Pinky's fingers were already soaked as they pushed inside the pink. Justine gasped, pulling her lips.

"Wow..." she murmured.

It suddenly dawned on her that, just yesterday, she had done the same to her daugher. How utterly amazing it felt. She had, of course, experienced guilt, but how could something so pleasureful be anything but good. And Pinky knew her away around the sex of a woman, masterfully drawing out bits of pleasure from her partner.

Meanwhile, on the internet, the tips kept coming for them to continue.

[interesting]

"I'm going to turn on the sound now..." Pinky whispered.
"...what?"

Justine was intensely distracted by what Pinkyss fingers were doing between her legs. Pinky kept whispering.

"I'm gonna make you come for them, and you make it loud..."

The sound was on for the internet audience. Pinky lowered her face to Justine's crotch, mindful not to fully hide it as her tongue went to taste the sex of her partner. Justine, barely acknowledging what had been said, still started moaning, not for the benefit of anyone, but because her body craved release. So far, her male partners of the past week had been more preoccupied with their own pleasure than hers; only August had been kind enough to offer her some stimulation prior to penetration. But Pinky, right now, was all about giving. And so, as if to thank her, Justine was made herself loud.

"Oh... uh... fuck... aaahhh... oooogh... gnnn... ooh goood.... aaahhhh..."

The moans kept coming as Pinky's fingers, two of them, slid in and out of Justine.

"Do you want to come?"
"Yes!"
"Say it."
"Yes, I want to come..."

Every major tipper online coaxed her on, each in their own way.

[HunterGames] Make her come, Pinky.
[jklivin] So fantastic to watch! So real!
[SecretlyAngelic] Don't stop til she come!
[i'madirtydirtyslut] Get it in there!
[NekoSpirits] Give her love...
[Fantage] Wow! So hot!
[Jumanji4X] So wet!
[Gertrude69] Your fingers - so deep.
[JupiterXXX] Amazing show!
[babytbdlgir] Wanna do me?
[SexyCam333] Luvz it!

Pinky was happy to oblige them all, and Justine was happy to receive.

"Aaaaggghhhhhhhh...!!!"

Pleasure rode in waves as Justine shook all over, her mind blank from the ecstasy as the internet captured her performance forever. Pinky didn't let up even after the orgasm started to subside; she felt like she could get another out of Justine, and so she pressed on with her tongue and mouth this time, and Justine lost it again, completely swept away by the rapture.

"oh.... my fuck... so... aaaahhhh.... lick my.... oooohhhh.... aaaahhhh!!!!"

The internet audience received from it quite a vocal performance, which increased in turn the amount of tips the girls received. By the end of the second orgasm, Justine was spent, exhausted and almost falling asleep. Pinky let her lie there for a moment and checked the feed. It was a good haul... but they could probably do better.

Besides, despite feeling generous, Pinky wasn't satisfied. She faced the camera, spreading her legs wide, and spread her lips with her fingers for everyone to see.

"Who wants to see me use my fingers? Or maybe something... bigger?"

She left the question in the air, allowing the suspense to build while she waited for the internet to answer her query. She cast a quick look at Justine, who still needed some time to recover from the intense pleasure. Surely, with the help of the audience, she could buy a few pleasurable minutes.

[interesting]

[NekoSpirits] Coins if you use a dildo.
[Finn92]Love what you do
[i'madirtydirtyslut] Please something bigger!

It was quite the attendance, Pinky realized as she saw more names pop into the chat room. Clearly, her show was drawing attention. This often happened when a performance was particularly good: word spread around and people flocked to take advantage of the show.

"I'll do it if you tip..." simply stated Pinky, knowing full well how the system worked.

And it did. Two bidders covered the tip, so she reached under her bed and pulled out two devices. The first was a pink one, curved inward, rather sleek. The second one was black, long and large. Pinky didn't feel like using that one - at least, not yet.

"Why don't I start with this one..." she said, waving it at the camera.

[Fantage] Use the big one!
[babytbdlgir] Black and hard!

"Maybe after..." she commented.

Parting her legs wide, making sure the audience could get the best view of her pink, she brought the dildo near the crevice of her sex. Another tip came in, so she plunged the device straight into her snatch, opening her mouth wide to moan as the pink item penetrated her hole.

"Fuck yes..." she whimpered.

It was all she could do to hold back. Giving pleasure to Justine had turned her on immensely, and she now craved her own release. Meanwhile, on the bed, Justine was still lying on her back, although her head was tilted towards Pinky. Justine's hands wandered back to her crotch, still hot from Pinky's touch, still wet from her caresses.

"Are you enjoying that?" Pinky asked her audience.

The response was overwhelming. Comments fused in, and people were, as usual asking for more.

[jklivin] Just One is watching you.

As she kept prodding her sex with the pink dildo, Pinky turned her head around and stared at Justine, who stared back at her.

"Well...?" Pinky asked, between strokes.
"...you look like you're having fun..."
"Oh! I am so much..."

Perhaps it was because Justine was in the room, or because she was already overstimulated, but Pinky felt the powerful sensation climb a crescendo inside her womb. She imagined all the men and women watching her live stream, masturbating to her pleasure, and the thought completely drove her over the edge. She began to curse and swear with force, so much so that Justine was taken aback by the plethora of foul language.

It ended with a drawn out "fuck" and returned to silence.

But Pinky knew, despite her release, she was far from over. She still took a moment to recover as the internet audience thanked her (many asking for an encore or more). She then cast a glance at the black dildo and smiled.

With both hands, the pink dildo still in her snatch, she pulled at Justine's legs and dragged her to the floor, beside her. Justine was surprised but did not resist. Pinky locked lips with her partner and Justine was too eager to return the favor.

"That was nice..."
"Oh! We are so not done..."

She rolled Justine on all fours, her ass at an angle to the camera, while she retrieved the black dildo. She then turned to the audience.

"I know where I want it to go," she told them, "but where do you want it go?"

Suddenly, Justine realized what Pinky was planning. Excitement and fear both hit her simultaneously, as she suddenly remembered she was on camera, very exposed, the folds of her wet sex now visible to the internet watchers - and very ready for the offering that Pinky wanted to make it.

It was all very real, frightening almost. Then, casting a look at the screen, Justine saw the number of coins they had already collected, and any hesitation flew out the window. She was in it for the money. And if she happened to have fun with it, well... all the better.

[interesting]

Justine could hardly believe it, but she would never dare ask Pinky to stop. The black dildo was now several inches deep inside her, very nicely lubricated, having its way with her sex in a manner she had never expected. Its girth was as big any partner's sex she had ever taken, and she had been quite active in the past week or so. Having Pinky's hand caress her butt while the device was pushed in and out of her added to the intensity of the feeling.

"Do you like it?" Pinky asked.
"Fuck yes..."

Justine wasn't one to swear, at least, not until she had moved into the building. But her swearing mostly came with the sexual activities she found herself involved in.

Of course, the internet audience was completely enthralled by the show the two women were giving them. Coins were no longer coming in: the onlookers were probably too busy with their hands to tip.

Another powerful wave of pleasure inundated Justine's mind, and she traveled back to many, many years ago, to a time when Tina's father had still been around. The black device inside her cunt now reminded her of him, his dark skin, his coarse hair, and the energy of his thrusts as he pounded into her. It had never been about love between them - which was why he had simply vanished after three years, once Tina was no longer a baby.

Still, even if love had never truly been there (at least on his part), the memory of his sexual prowess remained with her.

"Do me harder!!!" Justine begged, and Pinky obliged.

The rest of scene became a blur in Justine's mind, and only the sensation inside her sex kept her connected to reality. Intensity increased exponentially and kept the woman high above the clouds, her exposed ass raised high, her face pressed against the carpet, as nothing else mattered but the ecstasy of the ride...

Finally, everything went calm, and Justine was done. She couldn't take any more. She remained motionless for a long while, until Pinky finally - almost mercifully - pulled the dildo out of her. Justine took in a long breath.

The internet audience was done as well. The show was over, at least for that night. An hour or so.

Later on, Justine would discover that the money wasn't readily accessible, but Pinky fronted her the cash she had on her, four hundred dollars, which represented most of what they had each earned.

Somehow, the solution to her financial difficulties crystallized in Justine's mind. She wanted to spend the night in Pinky's apartment, but she forced herself to get dressed and to go back home. Once in her own room, she stripped down to nothing, slipped under the covers and felt all consciousness leave her until the morning.

She didn't even wake up when Tina came in, stripped as well, and huddled against her frame in the dead of night.

[interesting]

It wasn't like Tina to do anything like this. Ever. True, she had never been close to her mom, at least, not until recently, when things had started to change. But then again, she had never faced such a desperate moment in her existence. Taking the money was a simple thing to do, really. Facing her mother later, not letting her know that she had taken it - that would be the challenge.

But Tina had every intention of paying it back. Truthfully, as soon as she had walked out, she had decided that, as soon as she could, she would put the money back discreetly. Except that she had no idea how long that would take.

Sitting on the edge of the outside stairs, pondering her misdeed, it suddenly dawned on Tina that, perhaps, she wasn't as desperate or isolated as she thought. Perhaps it was the realization that she couldn't keep stealing money from her mother, but she realized that she knew other sources of income. Given her predicament, it was obvious she couldn't be choosy. And while she wasn't popular at school, she wasn't actively disliked or hated by anyone. And she wasn't blind either. She knew which students had money - and which didn't.

It was Friday evening. She was certain that something was happening somewhere. It was just a matter of finding out where.

It didn't take her long to actually find out. She walked about, knowing around what area some of the bums from her class hung out. She spotted Clyve, a young black who fancied himself a tough guy, even though he had no real gang affiliations and just played the part, hanging around a skate park. He wasn't alone and Tina didn't know any of his mates, but it didn't matter. Clyve was knowledgeable in what transpired around school.

Of course, Clyve was extremely surprised to see Tina walk up to him, but he downplayed it. Some of his mates called him out as they spotted her.

"Who da broad?"
"Some chick from schoolz... wassup Tina?"

Tina gave him a big smile. She was sporting dark pants with sensible shoes, a tank top and an open jacket. The people gave her a look over as she steadied herself, a hand on her hip.

"Clyve. Hey."
"Hey, y'rself. Wassup? Wadda ya wa'?"
"I'm looking for the Rat Pack."

Tommy. Peter. Kyle. The Rat Pack as they called themselves, in honor of the original gang. Kids with money. Kids with their parent's money. Clyve knew them well, even though he didn't really hang out with them.

"Wacha wanna do that for?" he asked.
"Because I gotta hook up with 'em. For a party."
"Oh! Party guys, they are, yep..."
"So?"

Tina knew Clyve could tell her where they hung out on Friday nights. But Clyve wasn't forthcoming with the information.

"If ya wanna party, ya wanna hang wit' us?" Clyve asked.
"Maybe... but I still need to know where they hang."
"What's in it for me?"

Of course, the dreaded question. But Tina wasn't in the mood for negotiating. Her mind was made up.

"What do you want?"
"Gimme your knickers."

An obvious choice, Tina thought.

"I would... but I'm not wearing any."

Her comment made the entourage blush.

"Show us your puss, then..."

Tina barely hesitated.

"I'll show you, no probz... but no touching or anything..."

She paused.

"...you gotta pay for more."
"Pay? Like... how much?"

Tina hadn't really thought about it beforehand, so she had to come up with numbers. She had no idea if the prices matched the market - or for that matter, what the market actually was for sexual favors.

"...a hand is 20, a blow is 50... uh... puss is.... 150..."
"Anal?" asked one of the guys.
"oh... uh..."

Tina had never tried using her backdoor for sex, not even in private, so she had no idea. She imagined it wouldn't be good the first time.

"500."
"Damn..." the man sounded disappointed.
"How much ya gots on ya?" one of the gang asked around.

There were six of them and, perusing their immediate finances, they were able to gather 210 dollars. Enough for a handjob for everyone, but that was it. They argued a little bit, which Tina actually found amusing, until they actually reached some sort of an agreement.

"What if ya don' touch us?" asked Clyve.
"Don't touch you?"
"Yeah... we uh... jerk off on you..."
"Oh!... I don't touch you... uh... ten bucks?"

Suddenly, the gang's plan came together. Clyve pushed one of them upwards, a man as young as him, black, baby face with dreads laced with blue wool.

"This here is Shassei. We wants ya to devirginize him."
"He's a virgin?" Tina asked.
"Not for much longer!" one of them said, and they all laughed.

"So that's 150 for him," Clyve started counting, "that means 60 bucks left for the rest of us..."
"We really gonna do that?" one of them asked.
"What? Why? Ya chicken?"

The others started to make clucking noises, silencing his resistance.

I can do this, Tina thought to herself. Two hundred and ten bucks. Add that to the four hundred she already had. It was just basic economics.

"All right... but you pay up front... and you tell me up front where the Rat Pack hangs out."
"Done deal."

Money changed hands.

"Rat Pack hangs out at Tommy's crib usually. It's on Vermont Boulevard. Can't miss it."
"All right..."

It was time to do the deed. Although it felt unusual to Tina to place herself in this position, it didn't feel awkward or dangerous. It was all a matter of how she saw it, what perspective she took. It wasn't really that bad, thinking about it. Besides, everyone was willing... so where was the harm?

The group moved to the side of the park, to a forested area. It didn't seem like they would be going indoors. It was happening right here - right now.

[interesting]

It wasn't turning out exactly like Tina had planned, but that wasn't so bad. The young man was taking his pound of flesh from her, his dick buried deep in her cunt as she panted from the exercise. He was young, athletic and it felt like he could go all evening. Tina was on her back, her pants off, her jacket open, her tank top pulled up to reveal her exposed breasts. There were five other men around her, all with their wangs sticking out from their jeans. Two were holding her legs apart for the benefit of their friend, Shassei, who was still going strong. Virgin or not, he was doing quite a number on Tina, hitting all the right spots to really make her explode. The others were huddled around, blocking the view from the outside, jerking off to the scene, their dicks aimed at Tina's belly or breasts for when they would be ready to discharge.

"Better than porn..." one of them said.

In that instance, Tina had to agree. She was revelling in the experience, still feeling in control despite the huddled mass around her. She had, at first, showed them all her pussy, but that had lasted only a few seconds as they had 'helped' her slip out of her underwear. No other form of stimulation had been given on their part before Shassei had gone in for the kill - thankfully, Tina had needed none.

"Goddamn this is good," Shassei mumbled.
"Better than jerking off, hey?" Clyve asked him.
"Ain't no compare."
"Just don't come in me," Tina managed to spit out while being fucked.

The first boy was done, and his shot splurted all across Tina's belly. It didn't take much more for two others to be done upon seeing the sight, and more spunk covered Tina's exposed flesh, most of it landing on her breasts and sliding into the crevice between them. The coolness of their seed was only slightly cooler than the ambiant air.

"Ah shit!" one of them said, disappointed. "I'm done already."
"Just keep watch..." Clyve told him.

After all, they were fucking in a public place, isolated or not. Clyve didn't want any trouble with the law or other gangs.

"Are you enjoying this?" Clyve asked her.
"...fuck yes..."
"You're not moaning a lot..."
"I'm... holding it in... fuck... don't want to draw attention..."
"Is he good?"

He pointed to Shassei. Tina nodded in the affirmative: she really was enjoying the scene and her partner, and she was somewhat disappointed that she couldn't give him a full performance.

"Pump that slut!" one of the boys who was still jerking off said, moments before he too reached the inevitable end.

Clyve had been pacing himself, but he felt ready to blow his load. He moved closer to Tina's face before she could realize it, and blasted her cheeks with his spunk, hitting her upper lip and nose at the same time, laughing as he came onto her face. Tina was shocked - but not surprised. Meanwhile, Shassei was still going strong.

"Dammit man," one of them asked him, "how long you gonna take?"
"Not... much more," he whimpered.
"Not in me!" Tina repeated.

But it was too late for Shassei, as his shaft fired its first delivery into the pussy he was drilling. He pulled out for subsequent spurts, covering the outside of Tina's genitalia, and then he was done.

"Sorry," he blurted out.
"...I hope I don't go preggo..." Tina mused, somewhat frustrated despite the pleasure.

There wasn't that big of a chance, given her time of the month, but it still bothered her.

The boys quickly covered themselves up and allowed Tina to do the same, cleaning herself up at the same time.

"You gonna make this a habit, Tina?" Clyve asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"Cause I'm gonna start carrying more money."

Tina blushed. She was amazed at how easily she had accepted the transition from wanting sex to getting paid for it. It all seemed so easy.

Then again, with what she had in mind for the Rat Pack, a stint like this was nothing more than a walk (a fuck) in the park.

[interesting]

Tommy Piccolo. Peter Lamont. Kyle Sangster. The Rat Pack. They were the best of friends, united by wealth and status. The only reason they went to public school was because their parents thought it would build character. Tina barely knew them, but she knew of them, and their reputation preceded them. Tommy was the wealthiest of the three, that is, his parents had the most money. Their mansion, several acres across, hosted two residences: The main house and the visitors suite. It was a well known fact that Tommy had the run of the visitor's house, and there were stories of parties held at that place which could put to shame college kids (considering most of the attendees were teenagers between 15 and 17).

It was Friday night. There was bound to be something happening. it was what Tina was hoping for. She had been invited once, but had declined, not because she didn't want to go, but because she had no money. She was carrying six hundred and ten dollars. She didn't feel so poor anymore.

Today, though, she had another reason for being there. Something she had heard a schoolmate, not so long ago in fact. She was hoping the rumor was true. Even if it wasn't, she was hoping it would work. Given what she had just agreed to do in the park with the other gang, she really didn't foresee any difficulties in carrying out this next portion of her idea.

Of course, it meant going to a place where she wasn't exactly invited.

Getting there, she spotted the many vehicles in the driveway. She had arrived on foot. It was a little past nine, and therefore still early. Tina walked up to the house. She recognized one or two faces from school, but most were unfamiliar. She walked past everyone and headed straight for the door. It was slightly ajar so she just pushed it open.

"Hello?" she called out.

Someone almost instantly appeared in the corridor, and she recognized him. Tommy. Tall, athletic, handsome, rich. He ran a hand through his black hair.

"Tina?"
"Hello Tommy..."
"Waddefuck are you doing here?"

The question hung in mid-air. Tina could have played it cool, but she had decided to go all in from the first pitch.

"I'm here to... be your slave."

Tommy was shocked, but then his eyes illuminated as he understood what she meant.

"Well then," he replied, "come on in, Tina... let's talk."

She followed him inside, and he shut the door behind her.

[interesting]

"You do understand what you're offering, right?" Tommy asked Tina, once they were seated in his living room.
"I do... I heard stories and..."
"...and?"
"And it seemed like it would be... fun."

Tommy laughed. He had never expected the shy little Tina to turn up, let alone offer herself.

"Why are you doing this?"

Should she lie?

"Okay, here's the deal," she blurted out. "I owe money to some people and I need cash. I'll do anything for cash... Pam Brown told me you had her do all sorts of stuff and you paid her for it, and I need cash, bad, and quickly..."

Tommy actually seemed sympathetic to her plight.

"How much?"
"... four thousand?"
"Holy crap!"

Just because he had money to spare didn't mean that Tommy wouldn't be surprised. He suspected it was about drugs. Tommy had always kept himself square with his own pusher, but he knew the kind of trouble one could get into if they didn't pay. Tina insisted.

"Tommy, I'll do anything. Clean your house. Do your homework. Let you fuck me anyway you want."
"Look, Tina, I don't have that kind of money on me... and I can't just borrow money from my dad. I have an allowance."
"I need it... maybe you can ask the rest of your friends."
"You mean Peter and Kyle?"
"Yeah."

It was true that if the three guys pooled their allowances together, then they might have enough.

"So you'd be a slave to all three of us?"
"Yeah."
"For how long..."
"I... don't know. How long do I have to be a slave for to get that amount of money?"
"At least a month," he answered. "You'll do anything we ask?"
"Anything that's not illegal..." she replied.

It made sense. It was similar to the arrangement they'd made with Pam Brown about five weeks ago,when she was strapped for cash. But that was only for one night.

"How the fuck are we gonna manage that?" he asked her.
"I don't know... look, if I don't give my guy the money for next Friday... he's gonna do things to me that... I don't wanna have done."

Despite his abundance of wealth and his care-free attitude, Tommy wasn't a bad guy. He certainly didn't want anything bad to happen to anyone, least of all getting stabbed or beat up, or worse. The fact that Tina was being so open about her plight was actually refreshing. She wasn't trying to bullshit him out of his money, and she was willing to work for it.

"Tell you what, Tina..." he started to say, "you hang around. I'll check in with the others and... we'll see what we can mange."
"Thank you... I'm sorry to drop in on you like this."

Tommy smiled, undressing her with his eyes.

"Well, I'm thinking everyone can profit from this."

She understood exactly what he meant by those words and, again, she was surprised they didn't affect her more.

[interesting]

"Well, why should we pay her?" Peter Lamont asked his friends.

The three members of the Rat Pack were chatting about Tina's offer. While Tommy seemed inclined to help, and Kyle had no qualms about it, as long as she provided the service she was offering, Peter wasn't too thrilled.

"Well," Kyle asked him, "what were you gonna spend that money on? Hookers and booze?"
"Shut up!" Peter chided him.

Tommy tried to get the conversation back on track.

"Listen, Tina's a good girl... she's cute and she's offering herself up. It's not like this could come back to bite us!"
"Well, what would you have her do?" Peter continued on his rant. "Fucking Pam was fun and all, but it only lasted a night. I don't want to commit to a whole month of getting her to blow me just because..."
"Well, you don't have to," Kyle replied.
"Seriously though, what are we gonna ask her to do for a full month?"
"Look," Peter insisted, "she needs four thousand and we can certainly afford it."
"And you believe her sob story?" Peter asked, skeptical.
"Well, maybe I do. But so what. She's here, she's hot, she's willing."
"All right..." Peter said, "but I want a freebie."
"A what?"
"You know, she does something for free. Shows off her good faith. I'll throw in a thousand."
"I can go fifteen hundred," Kyle said. "And I like the idea of a freebie."
"Ok. I'll front the rest. And we get her to do something for us before we hand her the money..."
"Hang on," Peter continued. "What if we give her the money and she runs off?"

The question remained in the air. Kyle answered.

"I guess... we'll need some leverage."
"Like what?" Peter asked.
"Just come with me."

They walked back to the living room, where Tina was waiting patiently. She looked up and saw the three boys get closer, their gazes fixated on her curves. It was Kyle who spoke up.

"So, we all agreed to help you..."
"Thank you!"
"...on two conditions."
"Name them!"

Tina could not afford to say no, even if a part of her was afraid of what they might ask. She was more afraid of Samson.

"First, you do us a freebie?"
"What do you mean?"
"He means," Peter cut in, "that as a show of faith, you do something for us before we pay you."
"Ok. I can do that."
"And second..."
"Second," Kyle took the stage again, "we want to make sure that you'll... service us for at least a month."
"I will!"
"Well, your word is all fine and good but, as my dad says, you always need insurance."

The word lingered in the air.

"What kind of insurance?" Tina inquired.
"The kind where we make sure you comply once we give you the money."

His words seemed threatening and they made Tina cringe. Tommy, the kinder of the three, chimed in.

"Nothing serious, you know. We, uh, take something from you that you really care for and... we only give it back once the month is done."
"Okay..."
"Or," Kyle continued, "we take naked pictures of you and, if you misbehave, those pictures end up on the internet..."

It was like they were offering her a choice. Tina scratched her head, sighing at the prospect. Just because she was willing to do almost anything didn't mean she coudln't think about it, or even be a little anxious. Still, it seemed like a fair deal, given her predicament.

"I suppose, I accept."
"Do you?" Peter insisted.
"Yes. Both conditions. I really need the money..."
"Awesome..."
"So do we take pictures or something from you?" Tommy asked her.
"I guess... you can take the pictures."
"Oh! We will."

Kyle's tone was full of innuendo. Tina had just agreed to the deal. She would get her money today, it seemed, and all it required was for her to play along with their game, provide them first with a freebie, whatever that meant, and then to agree to follow up with them for a month as their slave. The details could be sorted out later. The boys were obviously eager to get the ball rolling.

It dawned on Tina that there were guests in the yard outside, and possibly a few more in the house. If it all started now, what did that mean for the evening? She looked at the three boys and she immediately understood that the night was going to be quite involved.

[interesting]

The Rat Pack had pictures. And then some. Tina had upholded her end of the bargain without hesitation. All three members of the rich gang were now fully convinced of her dedication, and had not hesitated to put her to work on the spot.

Peter Lamont had been the most reticent of the three, so it was decided she would convince him first. At first, he simply asked her to strip. She moved to the back of the living room and did so, somewhat seductively, getting down to her underwear. A first snapshot had been taken by Kyle. Then, Peter had pulled his penis out of his pants and asked her to put it in her mouth. They had then taken a selfie of her face with the manhood in her mouth. Impressed but not fully satisfied, Peter had somewhat force fucked her mouth for a minute. She had indulged him, gagging on it the entire time.

Peter had tucked it back in after that, and had ordered her to strip fully. More pictures had been taken, including a few of Tina playing with herself. She had complied with every request, however lewd it might be.

"I'm convinced," Peter had finally said.
"Excellent!" Tommy had replied, pleased.

But Kyle Sangster had insisted on another proof of her dedication.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked her.
"No. Can't afford it," she had replied.

Despite seeming disappointed, Kyle had taken it in stride and retrieved a condom from his pockets. He had handed the camera to Peter.

"Take video while I fuck her. Make sure my face isn't in the shot."
"Okay."

And he had set her up facing forward, towards the camera, as he had mounted her from behind, pulling on her arms to raise her torso for the film as he pounded into her pussy with reckless care. Tina had moaned and gasped for the camera as much as for her partner's pleasure.

"Sweet fuck, what a tight hole," Kyle mused.

He didn't pull out. He continued until he fired it all into the condom, groaning from his own pleasure as Tina enjoyed being on the receiving end. Only after recovering from it had Kyle fully agreed to what came next.

Tina had then offered to service Tommy, but he had declined.

"I have a girlfriend," he had said."
"Yeah, she's got him by the balls," Peter had laughed.

Peter didn't seem eager to finish what they had started earlier so, with the contract fully materialized, the three boys had coughed up the money. She had given it back to Tommy, asking him to hold onto it until the end of the evening. She clearly expected to earn her keep, and that made the boys smile.

"What will you have me do?"
"Well," Peter had intervened," if it's money you want, I say we have an auction."
"An auction?" Tommy had inquired.
"Yeah. Look, we're already giving her four thousand dollars... nothing wrong with getting our money back, some of it anyway."
"What did you have in mind?" Kyle had asked.

And Peter had explained his idea to the boys, with Tina listening in, and everyone had smiled. Perhaps Tina had smiled a little more because, utlimately, she would be on the receiving end of a very unique experience. One that she might find wholly enjoyable, if she really indulged.

[interesting]

It wasn't like any auction Tina had ever seen in the movies. It had been held inside the side house, in the main living room, and all of the party guests had attended, drink in hand. Since this was Tommy's home, he had made the sales pitch. And it had worked. Money had changed hands. And apparently, it wasn't an issue of her going to the highest bidder. It was more like she was going to every bidder, in the order of the amount they had paid.

Kyle had personnally vouched for the quality of her pussy, which had made most everyone laugh, and Peter had hinted at the warmth of her mouth. The attending guests were of Tina's age and above, and half of them were there with their partners although, apparently, that didn't stop them from bidding.

To everyone's surprise, the top bid had gone to a girl, 750$. Her requirements for her investment had been quite specific. It had led Tina to her first lesbian experience (except perhaps what had happened with her mom the night before). However, what had really thrown Tina for a loop had been the very public nature of what she had done. First, the girl - whose name completely escaped Tina - had forced her to go down on her, munching at a fully shaved pussy while most of the attendees looked on. She had provided a strong orgasm, at least as far at it showed. But that was just the onset. Tina had then been stripped down to nothing but her bra, and the lady had put on a thin strap-on (while the crowd cheered on) and had proceeded to ram Tina's cunt, forcing her to cum in front of everyone. And then, after inquiring about certain details, the girls had smothered the strap-on with lubricant and, slowly but fully, inserted it into Tina's virgin ass. Once again, the crowd had been very pleased at the spectacle, and Tina had discovered a new unexpected way to find pleasure.

The entire ordeal, lasting over three quarters of an hour, had left her drained.

Except that it hadn't ended there. At least ten other bids had been entered, so Tina was given some fruit juice mixed with energy drinks, and the next bidder had come up. For five hundred dollars, he wanted her ass, and he wanted to do it without a condom. He pleaded his case until she caved in; he sat on his butt at the edge of the table, his cock reaching for the sky, and everyone had watched him slide it into the girl's asshole as he lowered her onto him. Midway through his performance, he had torn off her bra to fully expose her, and he had eventually filled her up with his full release while she moaned and grunted from the violence on her backside.

Afterwards, somewhat concerned about the impact of all this on Tina, Tommy had called a time off. One of their friends, who was actually older, a nurse-in-training, checked up on Tina, but she seemed to be recovering. The break was merely twenty minutes, and then the bidders resumed their activities on their investment.

For the next few hours, Tina had entertained thirteen partners. Her pussy was fucked again eight times, and all participants wore condoms. Two of these guys finished in her mouth, four on her chest. There were women too. Tina ended up playing with five pussies, using her mouth or tongue, or her fingers, or even her full clenched fist on one. She had also been given in that department as good as she had. Among her partners were three couples who had indulged in her company (four if you counted the two girls who had gone at the same time on her). Even Tommy and his girlfriend, Jayna, had joined in on the fun. And most of it had been done in the living room, in full view. Only a few had requested the privacy of a side room (close enough that everyone could hear even if they could not see).

Tina was, after all of that, in no shape to simply go back home. Jayna, the girlfriend in question, had taken her up to the bathroom, had cleaned her up and then helped her get into a taxi, which had taken her back home.

When Tina's head hit the pillow she shared with her mother, sleep came immediately. Both mother and daughter huddled together, subconsciously, both recovering from their respective encounters. Kisses on the mouth were absently exchanged as arms wrapped around bodies, and sleep allowed the experiences to be absorbed, perhaps in order to prepare the two for what was coming next...

[interesting]

Morning came around and brought with it a plethora of questions for both mother and daughter. Justine was the first to stir, and she woke up craddling her naked 15-year old daughter in her arms, huddled against her chest. That feeling of warmth gave no rise to questions. Justine planted a solid kiss on her daughter's nose and forehead before slipping out of bed, covering her teenage child with as many blankets as she could, before making her way to the bathroom to pee. Back in the kitchen, still in panties and a tank top, Justine sat down with a glass of orange juice and contemplated the microwave clock, counting up the minutes of that Saturday morning. There were things to do today, but none were urgent, and it seemed to Justine that there was something else she needed to do, something more important, lingering at the back of her mind.

Her thoughts traveled, as she waited for her daughter to join in wakefulness, to the sexual experiences of the previous night. Her landlord August, the pizza delivery guy and, mostly, her fellow tenant, Pinky. Absent-mindedly recalling the encounters, Justine played with her sex over the panty cloth for a moment. Movement from the bedroom made her stop, signalling that Tina was getting up herself. Justine watched her naked daughter cross the kitchen to the bedroom, then waited for her to come back before calling out to her.

"Good morning."
"Mornin'..."

Tina was exhausted. Her dreams had been many, but it was the sheer overstimulation of the previous night that had drained her. She jumbled back into bed. Justine followed her.

"...sleep well?" the mother asked.

Tina didn't answer. She simply laid on top of the bed, exposed, face down in her pillow. Justine began to caress her daughter's back, in a gentle soothing fashion. Tina moaned lightly. The scene lasted several minutes, until Tina herself poked her head up.

"...that's nice mom."
"It's my pleasure, dear."

The gentle slide of fingers against skin continued as Justine picked up some conversation.

"I need to talk to you, Tina."
"...what about?"
"About me. About this place."

Perhaps it was because they had grown so close in the past two weeks, but an inner voice was begging for Justine to explain herself to her daughter, as if she knew she would understand. Except that, instead of a statement, a question came out.

"Have you ever had sex?"

The question surprised both people, and Tina paused in her mind. Justine's hand, meanwhile, kept naturally playing on her daughter's back.

"...why do you ask?" Tina replied, somewhat nervous.
"...because. It doesn't matter. Or maybe it does. But it's not important right now."
"Mom, you're confusing."
"I know. I am... I had sex last night."

Again, Tina wondered what the conversation was about. Could her mother suspect what she had been doing? But the structure of what her mother was saying - or lack thereof - hinted at something else, more along the lines of a confession. Tina pulled herself to her side, exposing her front to her mother, staring at her face. Justine's eyes were looking past her daughter, at the wall.

"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because... because I care for you and because... Tina, I haven't been fully honest with you."

And I haven't been fully honest with you, Tina thought to herself, but she said nothing, allowing her mother to continue, staring into her face to sense where the conversation was going.

"Before we moved here, I worked at a... nude bar for a few months, to make ends meet."

The revelation wasn't that big of a deal to Tina, considering the fact she had been able to sell herself to the Rat Pack (and their friends) in servitude for four thousand dollars. And, truly, Tina could see her mother, gorgeous and endowed, as a dancer. But the revelation, it seemed, didn't stop with that.

"It closed. We were... almost out of money, and then... then, we moved here. And... I don't work for the landlord, I...."
"... you fuck him..." Tina completed the sentence.

She knew. She had known - or suspected, somehow. She had seen Pinky. And perhaps there were other hints.

"That's how I pay the rent."

The money on the counter, Tina realized. The money my mom gets for fucking our landlord. That's the money I took. Shame filled Tina's head and she looked away. Justine misinterpreted the gesture and started crying.

"I'm sorry..."

Tina immediately realized her mistake and sought to correct it.

"No! Mom, no..."

And she hugged her mother tightly, pressing her naked chest against hers, caressing her hair, speaking in her ear.

"You did it for me... for me. I know. I... I haven't been a good girl either... I'm the one who's sorry."

The tears subsided from Justine.

"I stole the money," Tina confessed as she let go of her mom.

She expected an angry reaction. There was none, and it puzzled Tina even more. Justine just stared blankly at her.

"Why?"
"You were in the shower when I came in... I.. saw the money. I took it. I didn't even think about it... I just took it."

Tina leaned to the side of the bed, to the handbag she had carried yesterday. The money was still there. She retrieved it and gave it back to her mom. Tears were now filling Tina's eyes.

"I'm sorry, mom... yes, I've had sex. I... used sex to pay for... drugs."
"Drugs? What kind?"

The voice was one of concern, not anger.

"Just some mary jane..."

Justine, somehow, had no desire to get mad. She understood completely the situation where her daughter was, however complicated it could be.

"But I'm gonna stop!" Tina added.
"Now, honey... hush..."
"But..."

Justine placed a finger on her daughter's lips to quiet her up. Tina remained silent, waiting for what came next, whatever it was.

"I'm not mad. I'm relieved..."
"But I stole from you... I did drugs and..."
"But you're safe, right now, here, with me..."

Justine leaned in and kissed her daughter's lips. The embrace was long, quiet, sincere. Eventually, they pulled away from each other.

"So..." Justine started, "what do we do now?"

[interesting]

Justine walked into the pharmacy, followed by her daughter Tina. Her hand was gently tapping on her purse, as she visualized the money earned last night, both the one provided by August Rand and the one she had made during the show with Pinky. Luckily, the pharmacist gave them no trouble when Justine asked for two doses of the morning after pill. Tina had confessed she'd had sex the previous night (although she had spared her mother the full details), so Justine had insisted they both get a dose, just in case. Justine wasn't ready to be a grandmother, nor a mother for the second time, and Tina had hardly protested.

On the way back, they sat at the back of the bus, quietly comtemplating the cityscape.

"You're not mad, mom?"
"No. Not at all... you're not disappointed about me?" Justine replied.
"No. I get it."

They smiled and arrived at their destination, home, where they proceeded to administer the drugs to themselves, just in case. After that, Justine called the doctor's number she had gotten from the pharmacist. If both of them were to be active sexually, and it seemed inevitable, they would at least use contraception. The nurse who answered the phone made an appointment for the following Friday. Justine gave Tina a box of condoms, and her daughter took them without hesitation.

"I really appreciate you trusting me, mom."
"Look... You're young, you're gorgeous..."

As she talked, she caressed her daughter's auburn hair.

"Of course, boys are going to be tempted by you. But I want you to promise me one thing."
"Of course. What is it?"
"You'll never let someone you don't want take advantage of you. You have to want it."

Tina decided not to tell her mother that she always wanted it. Instead, she simply promised. It was a simpler conversation.

The day rolled around and the two women relaxed, doing nothing specific, biding their time. Tina knew she had a date that night. She needed to return to the Rat Pack's crib. There was another party, and she was designed for service. She remembered how many partners had been with her the previous night, and she realized that she might run out of condoms with a box of eight. Then again, most had provided for themselves.

There was another issue bothering Tina, but it took her time to actually bring it, a little before supper.

"Mom... I... have a weird question, sort of..."
"Yes?"
"Well... last night, the... guy I was with, he... we... did anal."
"Oh!"

It wasn't something Justine had ever tried, but she was aware of the possibility.

"And?"
"And... this morning, there was... blood."
"Ah!"

Perhaps it made sense.

"Did it hurt?"
"Yeah... but it also felt good."
"Well, I think it's normal it hurts. Was it your... first time?"

Justine was surprised by the candidness of the conversation, but it did not seem to bother either of them.

"Yes."
"I think it's normal. I'll ask... Pinky. She'll know."
"Are you seeing her tonight?"
"...probably not. She's... busy."
"You should go out tonight, mom."

Tina had decided her mother needed to explore her social life.

"Go out?"
"Yeah! Find a bar, go there, flirt, maybe find a guy..."

Justine considered it.

"Maybe I'll do that."

It seemed that night would yield more adventures for the two women.

[interesting]

It might have ended in bed with someone pounding in Justine . It might have ended in the bathroom with Justine doing a blowjob on some random stranger. It might even have ended in a backroom orgy with two or three studs.

Instead, it had ended with Justine back at her flat, barely eleven pm, completely rattled. She had declined every drink offered to her, every invitation to dance, every proposition made. She had gone alone and she had come back alone. There was something off about her, and it was hard for Justine to figure out what it was.

Stripping down to the sexy undies she had worn for the evening, Justine examined herself in the mirror. She was still as gorgeous as ever, her full figure still blossomed. But she didn't find herself pretty. In fact, she pretty much hated the reflection in the mirror, despite its obvious attractiveness.

"What is wrong with me?" she asked herself.

Not bothering to dress up, perhaps because she had never seen any other tenant in the building, she walked down the hall to Pinky's room. Before knocking on the door, she listened at the door. There was no sound. She knocked, but no one answered. Pinky was obviously still out. Walking across the building, she walked up to August's door, but again, no one answered.

"...what am I doing?"

She looked at herself, walking in her black lingerie and high-heeled shoes across the halls. She quickly retreated to her own place. She didn't have television or radio, so there was nothing to keep her company.

Except... perhaps she wasn't as alone in the building as she thought. Perhaps it might be a good idea to investigate and look around, two weeks settled in. Perhaps this place had more secrets - well hidden - waiting to be uncovered.

[lealiam]

great story! i check this thread daily hoping for another part :D
please keep the good work.

[interesting]

Saturday night for Tina was scarcely different from the previous night at the Rat Pack's nest. She had arrived around seven and, by seven-thirty, she was naked and being pounded by one of the guests. There was no doubt as to what kind of slavery the trio had in mind for her for the next month and, while Tina had fully recovered from her activities of the previous night (not to mention her first anal encounters - dildo and dick), she was still somewhat shaken from the psychological abuse it had inflicted upon her. While she was being fucked however way her partner wanted - by ten in the evening, there had already been five male partners in mouth or pussy, and one female whom Tina had finger fucked - the only constant thought rummaging through Tina's mind was how she wanted her mother to be there.

Her male partner finished his duty, covering her exposed breasts with his spunk after being inside her for roughly ten minutes, silently gasping as he climaxed himself. She watched him step away, clean himself and then pull up his pants (he hadn't even bothered fully taking them off). He didn't even pick up the condom which he had tossed aside after deciding he wanted to finish on her (and not inside), so she did it for him, and she also cleaned herself up.

She wasn't left alone for long. The owner of the house, Tommy, walked in, mindful of her situation. Just because she was being asked to have sex with the people at his party didn't mean he shouldn't take care of her.

There was one difference about the previous night, she told herself as she observed him. Tonight, there hadn't been any auction. It was just expected of her to be here, to be available. So far, only one of the partners from the previous night had gone again. The rest were all new partners. How many friends did Tommy and his allies have? How many people would she have to fuck over the course of the next thirty days?

"Hey, Tina."
"Tommy."

Last night, Tommy and his girlfriend had worked on her together, first eating her up together, then getting her to eat the girl while Tommy stroked himself. After the condom was on, it had been Tommy riding her pussy, then his girlfriend's, alternating between the two, as the two girls had been on top of each other, kissing. Tommy had fired his load on her back, and she could recall the damp coolness of his spunk from the previous night. It hadn't been her worst moment, to be honest. Tommy seemed kinder than the rest of the people here.

"You okay? Can I get you anything?
"A break, maybe?"
"Of course. Get dressed, get out there. Dance. Get something to drink or to eat from the fridge."
"Thanks."
"Are you enjoying this?"
"It's... ok. Good."

It wasn't great, Tina was realizing. Being treated like a sex object made her feel shallow and uninteresting. She longed for the closeness she had felt in that strange moment of intimacy with her mother, in the bath. There was no one here showing her that level of care - even Tommy.

"All right. I've got two other guys lined up for you, but it can wait until later."
"Please."
"No sweat... say, around eleven? Give you an hour?"
"That's sweet of you, Tommy... any chance you and your girl might take a turn like yesterday?"

Tommy laughed.

"Well, I wouldn't mind, but I'd have to convince her again."
"Didn't have trouble yesterday."
"Yesterday was pretty public," he replied, "so it was easy to get her in the mood."
"And today, I'm in a room."
"Yeah. But I'll check in with her..."

Tina smiled. There was no point insisting. With a little respite, Tina could refocus herself. It was obvious there were more partners to come.

And yet, once again, during that break, Tina's mind wandered to her mother, hoping she had met someone, or had at least found something interesting to provide her with some fun for the night. It was all Tina wanted: for her mother to have the best possible time, because she really cared about her now. She really did.

[interesting]

Locked doors were a problem. The tenement house where Justine and her daughter now lived was an L-shaped structure, spread over three floors, with seven apartments in the long section, three on each side and one at the end. Justine had been set up on the second floor, second door to the right. Pinky was on the first floor, last door to the left. August himself had his office at the end of the hall on the first floor, and his apartment was behind that, in the other short section of the L.

Beyond that, Justine had no idea who currently lived, having met (or heard about) none of them. As far as she knew, there was no one else, but that didn't seem to make sense. Surely, more people were taking advantage of August's unique arrangements. From what he had told her during the interview, she had felt like there would be many people in the dwelling.

Curiosity getting the better of her, for whatever reason that night, she had tried out doors, knocking first (though no one answered) and then trying the handles (finding the places locked, which made sense). There had been no one on the first floor, and no one on the second either.

Knocking at apartment 303 (after getting no answer from 301 and 302) finally yielded a result. It was around ten on a Saturday night. As soon as she heard sound shuffling beyond the door, Justine felt bad. She was surely disturbing whoever was in there. She was tempted to run away, then she heard the lock on the door, and she saw it swing open.

"Yes?"

It was an old woman, not so old that she was decrepit, but past her prime, possibly in her early seventies. She was wearing a long night gown which reminded Justine of old movies. Her appearance came as quite a shock to the young mother, who considered her arrangement with August, and wondered how that could apply to this woman, not that she was ugly by any means, but she was old.

"um... hi."
"Hello. What can I do for you?"

The older woman's voice was raspy from extended cigarette consumption over a lifetime, and her breath smelled of it.

"I'm... new in the building."
"Ah! yes... you're August's new toy."
"...toy?"
"Yes... sex toy."

The older woman stared down Justine as if she was naked. It made the young woman quite uncomfortable.

"...I... I guess," Justine hazarded.
"Don't be coy, young lady... my son is who he is."
"...your son?"
"Yes. August is my son. I'm Juniper. You are?"
"J-Justine. Hi."
"Well... don't just stand there. Come in."

Before she knew it, Justine was pushing past the door, and she closed it behind her, joining her landlord's mother in the apartment.

[interesting]

"So... you know about his arrangements, then?"

It was hard for Justine to wrap her head around the fact she was meeting her landlord's aged mother. Juniper, as she called herself, was still spry of mind if not of body. And she seemed very aware of what transpired in the building.

"Of course..."
"And you don't mind?"
"My son provides a valuable service to women who need it. Why shouldn't he get something out of it. Plus, everybody tells me he's a great lover."

There was no argument from Justine. So far, they'd had sex three times, and he had always handsomely delivered on the pleasure front.

"It is... unusual, still?" Justine continued, trying to get more info out of the woman.

"Unusual, maybe. Non-traditional, for sure. He takes after his father, you know."
"He does?"
"Yes, well, for the sex part. He takes after me for the helping part. I used to run charities until I got too old to manage them."
"You live in here alone?"
"I used to have a suitor, but he passed away two years ago."
"Sorry for you loss."
"Sorry for the loss of his big dick, you mean!"

Juniper burst out laughing at her own comment, and Justine could only smile. But Juniper wasn't done talking.

"All the men in my live have been - pun intended - pricks. August's father - may he rot in hell - used to sell me out for sex so I would pay for his shortcomings. Got himself killed, too."
"Oh my!"
"I know.... when August told me he was going into porn, I wasn't really shocked."
"How did he get rich? Through porn?"
"Not quite... but that's his story to tell."
"All right."

Juniper stared down Justine quite suddenly.

"And your daughter... how is she?"
"She is... fine. I... really needed some way to... protect her. Save her. This may sound weird but... I would do anything for her."

Memories were flooding to the surface, and Justine felt ill at ease, but Juniper simply smiled.

"I know how you feel," she replied. "Where is your daughter tonight?"
"Partying with her boyfriend, I think..."
"How old is she?"
"Fifteen. Going in sixteen in three months."

Juniper could tell, from the look in Justine's eyes, how devoted she was to her daughter's well-being. She understood. She felt the same.

[interesting]

Five more guys in and Tina's pussy felt like sandpaper. Three of them had finished in her mouth. The back of her throat kept a lingering taste of their semen, making Tina feel queasy. Her last partner, Kyle Sangster, one of the Rat Pack and her benefactor (after a fashion) had just spent himself on her chest after taking her missionary style for the past ten minutes. As he got off the bed to retrieve his trousers, he snarked at her.

"Guess your legs don't remember themselves anymore, eh?"

Perhaps it was meant as a joke, but that wasn't how it felt. At first, Tina had believed that she enjoyed sex enough to be able to carry out her duties without even a consideration for them, but she was finding out this wasn't true. By that point, she was little more than a receptable for their combined sexual fluids. There was very little care in what they did to her. She couldn't snuggle up after sex, like she had with her former drug provider, Haley. She missed him - at least, when they had been together, it felt like he gave her something back for her efforts. The boys here (and even the few girls who joined in) only seemed interested in their immediate pleasure or making her feel inadequate (calling her names, bullying her) with little consideration for her own needs.

Then again, selling yourself out as a sex slave was not conducive to intimate relationships.

Eventually, after lying down for several minutes, Tina got dressed and walked out of the room she had been isolated in for the better part of the night. She waved goodbye to the few people who actually noticed her, calling herself a cab and heading back to her mother's place.

It was around 2AM when she stepped onto the curb and headed towards the stairs. Noises from not far drew her attention and, despite her tiredness, she waddled in their direction. The sight of a couple fucking behind some bushes did not even surprise her. She was pressed against the wall, her bottom half fully exposed, and he was riding her hard, pushing his cock into her with energy and violence. Tina didn't stick around. She hurried up the stairs, to the second floor, unlocking the door to their apartment, hurriedly walking in. As she locked behind her, she heard the familiar splashing of water from the bathroom.

"Mom?"
"In here, sweetie."

Nonchalantly, Tina walked into the bathroom and saw her mother in the bath, naked, slowly washing herself. Justine looked up, saw the look on her daughter's face, and realized the state she was in. She got up, stepping out of the water.

"Are you ok, honey?"
"...no."
"Do you want me to give you a bath?"
"...yes."

Justine smiled. She had spent the rest of her evening talking to Juniper Rand, the mother of her landlord. They had talked about family, how important it was, how much love a mother could have for their child. Justine had figured out quite a few things.

"All right... get undressed. I'll take care of you."

[interesting]

Justine had fully drained her dirty water before pouring another one for her daughter. No longer bothered by their respective nudity, she had slipped into the tub with her. There had been no actual washing done, however. Justine was leaning against the back of the tub, and her daughter was leaning against her. The water level was high, so high that whenever one of them moved slightly, a little water splashed outside of the tub.

Justine's hands were on her daughter's shoulders and neck, in her hair, on her sides and on her stomach, wandering gently. Tina was relaxing in the comfort of her mother's embrace and the warm water. Already, the stresses of her evening's ordeal were subsiding, but she wasn't falling asleep. She was peaceful.

So far, few words had been exchanged.

"I met a nice woman tonight," Tina said.
"Who?"

The question wasn't very interested, but it felt appropriate to say.

"Our landlord's mother."
"Really?"
"Yes. She lives upstairs. There aren't that many people in the building, it seems."
"...so it's us, Pinky and her?"
"Pretty much."

Tina, now aware of the arrangement that allowed them to stay here, said nothing. Justine continued, her hands playing just above her daughter's breasts.

"We talked a lot about our children, how much we care for them, how much we love them no matter what they do."
"...ok."

It was odd for Tina to hear her mother speak like that, but she rather enjoyed the outright honesty. She didn't yet feel confident enough to do the same, but it was helping give perspective to her situation.

"I have... an idea to make some more money," Justine said.
"Like what?"
"...well, Pinky runs webcam shows, and she gets paid for them."
"Like sex shows?"
"Yes.... I... did one with her."
"You had sex with her?"

This time, it was Tina who was shocked. She turned her head so she could see her mother's face. There was no shame in those eyes, only quiet acceptance. It was almost surreal.

"Yes. I did. And it was great... I may be a lesbian. Or at least bi."

The fact that they were naked, huddled together in the bath, did not faze Tina one iota. In fact, it only seemed to make their situation that much more understandable.

"In any event," Justine continued, "I was thinking of setting ourselves up with a computer, a webcam, so I could run shows here. That means I would need one of the rooms for that."
"...my room or yours?"
"Doesn't matter, since we're both sleeping in my bed lately. Right?"

Tina didn't answer. Justine was now caressing the back of her daughter's neck.

"Would you mind?" Justine asked.
"...no. I guess not."
"Now, of course, you can't be on camera at any time, not even in the background. You're not an adult."
"Of course."

Why was her mother even mentioning this? Tina was confused by what was being said, or perhaps she was tired.

"Are you still tense?" Justine asked.
"... alittle..."

It took a moment for Justine's fingers to slide back to her daughter's belly, and her fingers started playing with her belly button, tickling her under the water. Then, the mother's right hand started sliding downward, and Tina closed her eyes. Memories of what she had done these past two evenings resurfaced but, mostly, the recollection of her desire for her mother to be there hit her like a revelation.

Moments later, Justine's fingers were doing what they had done a few nights before, in the same bathtub.

[interesting]

It was now about three weeks into Justine and Tina's move to the new building. Their lives were now completely altered, everything they had believed about their relationship (with themselves, with each other and with the outside world) challenged to new conceptions.

For Justine, it was an odd, new kind of confidence in herself, in her body more specifically, that drove the new revelations. After allowing her flesh to become a tool for survival, after having allowed August Rand, the movers, the pizza delivery man and, more recently, the young man who had come to install her internet connection, to have their way with her, she felt empowered by her feminity and the desire she inspired in them.

The technician had come with all of his equipment to her home. She had greeted him in a bath robe, wearing a silky thong and bra underneath (recent purchases thanks to the money from her one-time online sexual performance with Pinky). She had teased the poor confused technician for a while, eventually helping him strip, blowing him, wrapping the condom around his shaft, then letting him fuck her in the middle of the bedroom where the internet connection would be. She had taken advantage of the fact that her daughter was at school to do the deed.

With that issue resolved, she had gone out to an electronics stores, batting her eyes at the store clerk, who had set her up with all the equipment she needed to build her very own video service. She had been quite candid with him about her intent, although she had not spelled it plainly. He still perfectly understood and was only too happy to visualize the eventual images that the camera he was selling would stream. She had almost managed to convince him to come and help her assemble the machine at her home. She instead checked in with August, and he promised to help her assemble it the next time they were together.

While Justine kept herself busy with those preparations, her daughter was concerned with other issues. After being thoroughly fucked for two straight nights (last Friday and Saturday) by so many partners, she had been given Sunday off to recover. She had spent it lazily at home, in her underwear, recalling the close and wet embrace of the previous night with her mother in the bath, unable to forget the bliss of her mother's fingers against her sex.

But then, Monday had come and school had resumed. The Rat Pack, wanting to make good on their investment, took over her lunch break, with blowjobs in the boys's bathroom for both Peter Lamont and Kyle Sangster almost every day (as well as one or two other guys who happened to be there). Tommy Piccolo had only indulged on Wednesday, with the permission of his girlfriend, whom Tina had fucked with three fingers while the boys watched.

That Wednesday night, three other school boys had paid the Rat Pack to have some time with Tina. Peter had gone along, to make sure their investment was protected. They had taken her to one of their houses (where no parents were around) and had tied her up to the bed, face down, ass up, where they had taken turns inside her (always wearing condoms). Driving her back home, Peter had also fucked her in the backseat of his car.

Once again, that night, stepping into the bath to clean the smell and feel of the boys from her, Tina had been joined by her mother and, although it had led to little more than a few caresses and a massage, it had still felt like bliss to the daughter.

But for Tina, Stress was building. It was now Thursday evening and she knew that, tomorrow, she was meeting with her former pusher's provider, Samson. For Tina, all of this had started when Samson had accosted her, revealing that her pusher-lover was actually skimming money to provide her with free drugs in exchange for sex. Samson wanted the money back, and he had taken an incentive in forcing a blowjob from her (which she had stupidly offered in the first place). Tina now had the money, thanks to her new deal, but she didn't trust Samson to honor his agreement to let her be after she paid him. He had told he would be outside of her school in his car on that Friday.

Tina's mind was distracted from her thoughts when she heard her mother's triumphant scream from the other room.

"It works!" Justine claimed.

Tina darted to the room and saw her proud mother, standing up from her work, having finished setting up the computer she would need for the next step in her plan. Tina smiled, knowing how important this was for her mother. And Justine stared back, smiling abundantly as she looked at the happy face of her daughter.

There was reason to celebrate, Justine thought.

[interesting]

The celebration had not happened. At least, not yet (although the promise of a celebrationg hung around). While Justine had managed to assemble her computer on her own, setting up its internal settings, making the camera work with the program and creating her own account within it had proven to be too much of a challenge. She had fallen back to her previous plan, which had been to wait until she met with August Rand so he could help her.

"We'll be here on Friday night," she had told her daughter, "so um... I hope you can be elsewhere."

Just because Tina was now aware of the arrangement (and seemingly ok with it) did not mean that Justine wanted her daughter around for her activities with Rand. Furthermore, Rand himself had plainly stated before they had consumated once that, since Justine was not an adult, he did not want to get involved with her in the slightest. Tina had reassured her mom that she would not be in the way. The Rat Pack had already scheduled her for another evening of debauchery at their place.

Before that could happen, however, there was one major snag to the day. The metting with Samson.

Around noon, in the boys' locker room, Tina's lips were wrapped around Kyle Sangster's manhood, pleasuring him for yet another midday. She goaded him on until he blew his load in her mouth, forcing herself to swallow.

"...wow babe. You get better at this every day."
"Thanks... um... listen, I have something to ask. Another favor, maybe?"
"Another? You still owe us three weeks of servitude! Want to add more?"
"If needed... listen..."

Kyle wasn't a cold bastard. Given how committed Tina had proven herself, the least he could do was listen. She had already told them about the money she owed, why she needed to be paid, and they had already fronted her the money.

"I'm meeting with the man I owe the money to this afternoon, after class."
"So what's the problem?"
"Well, I don't trust him to simply let me go after."
"So what do you want me to do about it?"

The truth was, Tina didn't know. But she knew things would go bad if she didn't find some way to cover her back.

[interesting]

Samson was surprised. He had not expected the young lady to be able to find the money within such a limited timeframe. He had expected to be forced to intimidate her further. The count was good. Four thousand dollars. This realization brought with it a few pieces of interrogation which Samson, being of the inquisitive sort, had to look further into.

Obviously, the young girl was not working alone. The young man that had been walking alongside her up until the last few moments was clearly a mate of some kind, a friend or a lover. He might even have been the one to give her the money. She had stepped into Samson's vehicle once more, this time producing the money with little hesitation. He had checked it twice, looking her over, bothered by the seemingly immediate resolution of the problem. Samson had expected some kind of long-term investment here. He was disappointed.

"Wait in here."

He had exited the car and gone over to talk to the young man accompanying her, and suddenly, things had become much clearer to him, once he had learned of the young man's identity. Words were exchanged that Tina did not get, and then Samson had returned to the car.

"Well, you should have told me in the first place," he told Tina as he closed the door.
"Told you what?"
"That you were friends with the Rat Pack."
"You know the Rat Pack?"
"Of course. Who do you think provides for their parties...?"
"Oh..."

Samson let that information sink in.

"We're all one big happy family, aren't we?" he added.
"...I guess."
"So... you're off the hook with me. You're squared."
"Really?"
"Of course. Can't have a nice piece of ass like you always looking over her shoulder, can I?"
"Thank you."

As she got out of the car, he called out to her.

"So, I'll see you soon then."
"...ok."

Somehow, it had gone well, and yet, Tina was even more nervous than before. It seemed that matters were progressing in an unexpected way, and she wondered what this implied.

[interesting]

"Are you certain you want to do this?"

The question was more relevant than Justine imagined. August was speaking from experience. After all, he had been in the porn business for many years. But Justine's mind was made up.

"As much as I appreciate what you did... what you are doing for me," Justine replied, "I need to stand on my own. I don't want to be under your care for the rest of my life. My daughter... deserves better. No offense."
"None taken."

They were in Justine's apartment. August had come around 6pm, bringing Thai food he had gotten from a local restaurant, and he had spent about an hour finishing the setup for Justine's computer and camera. The camera was aimed at the bed in the corner of the room, and a quick check of the settings had confirmed everything was a go.

"What if we... tape our session?" Justine had hazarded.

August had accepted, under two conditions. One, they couldn't use either his name of his face in the video (both to be edited out). He had fully retired from public pornography, and didn't want any of what could be done here to be traced back to his earlier portfolio. Two, if he was to participate, he wanted his cut of whatever profit they made should the video be sold. Justine had then agreed to both conditions, but August had insisted.

"What's on the net stays on the net, you know? Twenty years from now, people will still look you up."
"I'm okay with that."
"And are you okay with your daughter or friends seeing this at some point?"

That question had bothered Justine a little more but, ultimately, given the talks she had already had with her daughter about what she planned to do, the consideration had already been made.

What followed in the next hour was an intense sex session between landlord and resident, between a man simply called Sir and a lady called JustOne (the same alter ego she had used with Pinky last Friday).

August returned to his pornstar roots for the session. Usually, it was just about the sex and the pleasure (not having an audience or director to please) but he brought back some of the classic moves and angles from the scene. He was used to giving the camera full access to the interconnected genitalia so he maneuvered his partner as he saw fit, with Justine bending in ways she had never attempted. They carried out most of the tropes of pornographic videos: the tease, the handjob, the boob-and-blowjob, the cunnilingus (or 69 position), an external rub, and then the actual penetration took place, first man on top missionary style, then doggy style, then variants on cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and side cowgirl. When August came the first time, he emptied himself inside Justine's vagina, then dragged her to the camera for the creampie. He was able to get hard again, fucking Justine from behind while she was facing the camera, moaning into it, mouth agape, eyes flushed with pleasure. After a long while, he was able to jerk himself to pleasure a second time, firing a small load into her eager mouth, and then she sucked him clean.

All the while, the camera rolled, capturing all of the action for posterity.

[interesting]

"As sweet as her mouth..."

It had been Samson's only comment after he was done with Tina. She had expected it, though perhaps not on the same night. But it happened regardless, and she felt betrayed now.

Arriving at the Rat Pack's crib after school, not bothering to go back home, Tina had immediately been stripped and taken to her room. There, face down on the bed, her hands had been tied to the bedframe, her behind raised. They had also bound her ankles to the backposts, exposing her sex to anyone who would walk in the room. She had also been gagged for good measure. And then, all three of her owners had indulged in her company, Peter first, then Kyle and finally Tommy (without his girlfriend present). All three had fucked her without protection, emptying all cylinders in her eager womb. Then, left alone for about half an hour, Tina had fainted.

She had come to only to be fucked again, this time by several men she did not know. Some were older, one seemingly as old as fifty. She counted nine of them. It was all about business, apparently. No names were given and, while several gropped her in the process, there were few caresses in her direction. Two she had recognized: the bodyguard inside the car with Samson and Samson himself (who had gone last). Her insides full of them (none had worn protection either), Tina felt queasy, and it was only nine in the evening. There was presumably still time for more suitors.

In the quiet aftermath, once she was alone again, Tina started sobbing, not loudly, just enough for her voice to carry a slight whine. In the other room, a rather satisfied Samson heard the complaint. Not essentially caring about her state, he did wonder about what she was saying. He heard words along the lines of 'sorry mom', 'I'm such a slut', 'So full', 'come save me, mom' and other similar sentences.

What really got to Samson, however, was a little later on, as he kept listening, when he started hearing her moan, as if someone else was in the room with her or she was self-pleasing (except she was alone and tied up). And then, peering in, seeing her alone, exposed, he understood she was fantasizing, and it was turning her on. And the words she was saying were a revelation to the criminal, who couldn't believe his ears.

[interesting]

It was much later in the evening, past midnight, when Tina returned home. Thankfully, after her ordeal with Samson's gang (it was now obvious to her he had wanted to get some kind of revenge on her after she had played him by finding the money), she'd had only two more customers, and one of them had been a kind woman in her thirties, who had spent almost an hour and a half with her, untying her first, cuddling quite a bit before actually going for more sexual overtures. And her last partner, a young man she had never met, had also been relatively nicer in his approach.

Like every night this happened, Tina had only one desire: to get into the bath and clean herself up. She was hoping her mother wouldn't be in bed yet, but that was unlikely. Except that, tonight, she was still up. And she wasn't minding her time.

"Tina? Is that you?" Justine asked, as she heard the door open.
"Mom? Not in bed yet?"
"No dear. I'm in the computer room."

Tina dropped her purse on the table and walked over. She was surprise to see her mother naked, sitting on the chair, working on the computer. There was a still image on the screen, something overtly sexual, and it took a moment for Tina to figure out what it was.

"oh."
"Remember what I told you about the video?"
"Yes."
"I did my first video tonight."

For whatever reason, Tina felt angry inside. She kept it under wraps.

"How was it?" she asked her mother.
"It was... fine. I'm trying to set up my account on the website so I can post it up and people can start paying me."
"...do you need help?"
"Maybe. How was your evening?"

A moment's hesitation seemed like an eternity to Tina.

"Eventful," she managed to say. "I'm home now..."
"Problem with your boyfriend?" Justine asked, trying to be supportive.

Tina didn't answer. She moved into the room, motioning to sit on her mother's lap. Justine indulged her, caressing her hair and neck at the same time. Tina's eyes wandered to the still image.

"Can I... watch it with you?"
"Well..."

Justine hesitated. Then again, she knew her daughter was mature enough to understand these things.

"I won't judge," her daughter insisted.
"All right."

Justine rewinded the video and started it from the beginning. As the video unfolded, as Tina saw an anonymous male in the throes of sexual intercourse with her mother, jealousy ignited in her heart. All the while, Justine's hand slid against the back cloth of Tina's shirt.

"How long did you go at it?" Tina asked, her eyes glued to the screen.
"Roughly an hour..."

Something was heating up between Tina's legs. She tore her eyes from the screen to look at her mother, leaning in for a gentle kiss on her lips. But what should have been a chaste contact between them expanded as both mouths opened, and tongues interconnected. The embrace lasted over a minute, with mother and daughter swapping spit the whole time, until both pulled away, only to breathe.

"Mom...."
"...call me Justine, honey. Otherwise... I can't."
"Okay. Justine."

Tina started pulling her shirt off; her bra followed an instant later. Chests pressed against each other and the kissing resumed, more passionate than ever. After so much intimacy in the past few weeks, there was no denying the escalation anymore.

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The camera was aimed at the bed, but it wasn't rolling. If it had been, the sight it would have captured would have created ratings the likes of which the internet would not believe. Then again, perhaps the internet crowd would fail to get the context of what was happening.

Justine was on her back and Tina was on top of her, and they were kissing, not like mother and daughter, but like lovers could. An accumulation of frustrations, deceptions and violations had brought Tina to the brink, past her usual limits, and it now seemed to her the only place she could take this all out was with Justine. And Justine herself, already extremely aroused from her previous encounter in the night, not to mention the acceptance of her full-on devotion to her daughter, was going along with whatever Tina needed.

At present, Justine was fully naked, while Tina was merely topless. Their lips were intertwined; Justine was caressing Tina's back while Tina was pulling gently on her mother's hair; Tina's smaller breasts vanished in favor of Justine's as they pressed together; legs were also intertwined, perhaps of prelude of what was to be expected if this kept going further.

For a moment, Tina pulled away. Justine stared lovingly at her, ready to support her in whatever happened. Tina managed to utter a few words.

"I'm... a bad girl, m... Justine."

If anything was to happen here, it was Justine's only request, that the mention of her relationship with her daughter be eclipsed. Perhaps it was a psychological way of protecting herself against the taboo.

"Why do you say that?"

Tina needed to come clean. She needed to tell her mother about her slavery, how she had gotten into it, how it was consuming her life, and how badly she simply needed someone to love her unconditionally. The words tried to make it to the surface, but there was a sudden noise which drew their attention towards the door frame. What they saw brought no end of shock to their faces, Tina more than her mother.

"As I live and breathe," Samson whispered, staring at the two of them. "I would never have believed it had I not seen it myself..."

[interesting]

The shock of seeing Samson at their room door did not subside as Justine spoke up, baffled.

"What are you doing here?"

Her first instinct was to push Tina out of the way to protect her, exposing herself in the process (not that she cared). She gave Samson an eyeful of her naked flesh and he took it, smirking.

"Tina, aren't you going to introduce me to your mother?"

Justine's voice sounded shrill to her daughter's ear.

"Who is this, Tina?"

Tina's eyes had filled with tears. She couldn't answer. She had been just about to come clean about everything when her tormentor had popped up.

"I'll tell you who I am, miss Flack..."
"Brant."
"Come again."
"I go by by maiden name..."

Why Justine had corrected Samson did not make sense. It had just seemed like the thing to do.

"Miss Brant, my name is Samson, and I'm the guy your daughter owes money to."
"Owed!" Tina managed to spit out. "I paid you."
"Paid you for what?" Justine inquired.
"Drugs."

Somehow, none of it surprised Justine. She wasn't even disappointed. On some level, she had known. She had simply refused to acknowledge it.

"And our business deal is far from over, Tina..."

Samson's voice was menacing. In the other room, Justine realized there was at least one other presence, keeping out of sight for the moment, surely an ally of this Samson.

"...Tina, did you pay the man what you owed?"
"I did! I owed four thousand dollars and I paid it!"

Elements of past weeks were coming into light for Justine. She should have been furious, but her daughter could do no wrong.

"Do you know what your daughter did to pay her debt, miss Brant?"

There was a moment of silence. Justine's answer surprised everyone else.

"Yes."

Tina was floored. How could her mother know what she had done? Was she bluffing? Samson was having the same reaction.

"...forget her," Tina added. "Look at me."

Indeed, it was hard not to, with her exquisite body on display.

"Leave my daughter out of this... from now on, you deal with me."
"Mom!"
"Shush."

There was no arguing with her, Tina suddenly realized. Her mother was much more powerful than she had ever imagined, confident and brazen, almost violent in her approach.

"Good... I can work with that," Samson sneered.
"So I ask again... what do you want, mister Samson?"

The question hung in the air for a moment, as Samson considered his next words.

[interesting]

In the corner of the room, out-of-view from the camera, kneeling in the corner, facing the wall, a very naked Tina was nervously shaking. Her hands were tied behind her back with a silk rope. She also had a silk cloth gag over her mouth. She had been told to remain there, not to move at all until the deed was done. Terrified and terribly sad about what had transpired, she didn't have the strength to resist.

The camera was rolling and the video was being played directly on the screen. In the doorway, out-of-frame, Samson's two goons were blocking the path, looking on, getting an eyeful. Samson, however, was truly enjoying the fruits of his arrogance. The video of his encounter with Justine was being filmed, already thirty minutes in length. He was in the last throes of his sexual performance, about to burst.

"Fuck," he spoke through the heaving, "I'm gonna paint your face..."

An agreement had been reached. While there was no argument that Tina had indebted herself to Samson and his organization in the past, there would be no more claims to collect any money - or anything - from Tina herself. Any current and future dealings would go through Justine herself. Having little to offer as colateral, Justine had offered herself, and Samson had lustfully accepted. A titjob combined with a blowjob at first, then some finger fucking from Samson, all the way down to all doggy-style penetration, ending with a bout of anal play and penetration, had taken Samson to his limit. He pulled out of Justine's ass, tossed the condom aside (the last piece of the agreement) and jerked himself onto Justine's face.

"So divine..." he mused.

Justine took it in stride, going as far as cleaning him up with her tongue.

"...we're gonna have to do this again."
"If you swear never to touch my girl again, we can talk about it," Justine told him.
"Feeling competitive?" he joked.

The gaze she gave him told him to avoid making more jokes on the matter. Despite his dominance, she might do something they would both regret, so he decided to play it cool.

"I don't need her if I have your sweet body... now, could you take care of my men?"

Two handjobs and more spunk in Justine's face and breast later, the trio of criminals left the apartment with a video recording of what had just happened. Justine got up, locked the door, then returned to the cinema room.

"Tina, come here."

Tina got up from her spot from which she had barely moved for the length of the scene, walking to her mother, head bowed in shame. Justine's demeanor was cold.

"All right, Tina. You are going to tell me everything about everything... I've been more than honest with you, so it's time for you to come clean."

And so she did. Tina explained about her previous pusher and their arrangement, Samson coming in, the forced blowjob, the debt, becoming a sex slave to the Rat Pack, just how many partners she had entertained, and the length of her contract with the Rat Pack (three weeks remained). All the while, Justine listened, not passing judgment, waiting for the story to finish.

"All right Tina... no more secrets between us. Ever."
"Yes mom..."
"No. You call me Justine from now on."
"Okay, Justine..."
"Good. Now... lick my face and chest. Lick them clean."

Three partners. Samson and his two goons. So far, Justine hadn't bothered cleaning their semen off her body. It had mostly dried up. However disgusted Tina might have felt about it, she lowered her head and began to lick and eat up the semen off her mother' body. That kind of power (her daughter's hands were still tied behind her back) made Justine feel empowered, and the sensation of her daughter's tongue and lips across her chest and face was all but too much.

Once all of it was clean, Justine rewarded her daughter with a long, passionate kiss. Tina smiled.

"I'm so sorry, mom..."
"Don't apologize, Tina. Things happened and... we'll work with them."

Indeed, Justine's mind was suddenly racing at newfound possibilities, ideas she would never had considered before. But so much had changed in the past few weeks...

[interesting]

Saturday morning came around too quickly for Justine. Her sleep had not been restful. After the events of the previous night - and there was no denying their reality - Justine was feeling ill. Not in her body. In her mind. The intrusion and subsequent assault by Samson and his two goons had taken its toll on her psyche. She had suspected her daughter of being sexually active (not that it mattered then) but she had never anticipated the depth at which she had fallen.

Tina was sleeping somewhat peacefully when Justine got out of bed. She kissed her forehead and headed back to the camera room, where she loaded both of the videos she had shot the previous day. The first one had been with August Rand, her landlord. The second one had been with Samson, the drug dealer (and he had taken a copy for himself, perhaps as a form of insurance). In order to protect her daughter, she had allowed him to have his way with her body, going as far as to violate her anally. Oddly, watching the videos didn't make Justine horny at all, as she would have expected. She could have been watching a cooking show.

Decisions had to be made. It was obvious Samson wouldn't let this go. The latino man was connected to the underworld scene, a true villain in the modern sense of the word, a man who used his power and influence to get his way. He was not evil. He was simply a man who believed in his absolute superiority over others.

"I can't talk to August or Pinky about it," Justine told herself.

There was one person with whom she could inquire. Jaylee Porter. The fellow dancer from her last job. She would have asked the owner as well, except he was in jail. After all, pushers had been running drugs in his bar.

Before all this could be done, the issue of Tina needed to be addressed. Justine had thought long and hard about it before going to bed, and her mind was made up. She waited for her daughter to join her in the kitchen, around eleven in the morning. Both women were naked now - any pretense at modesty had eroded last night. Justine motioned for Tina to sit and, still feeling guilty, Tina complied without a word.

"So," Justine hazarded, "we're going to have to deal with the fallout of all this..."
"Yes, Justine."

She remembered, the mother thought. She had asked her to stop talking to her as her mother - in order to facilitate what they now both had to do in order to get through this.

"You have three weeks left to your contract with your boys, correct?"
"Yes."
"What are they asking you to do exactly?"
"...to sleep with people they bring me. Or themselves."
"How many people do you run in a night?"

Tina hesitated, not because she was shy, but because she wasn't certain of the numbers.

"I've only done it... three times. Except for noon blowjobs at school."
"And on average, those three nights?"
"Maybe... ten people. Mostly men. A few women."

Justine appreciated the honesty, for a change.

"Okay. Listen to me, Tina... you got herself in that mess, so you will get yourself through it. You will continue to... service them."
"Yes, Justine."

If her mother demanded it, Tina would brave the demons of hell themselves.

"If that Samson ever gets close to you - or his goons - you tell those guys from the RatPack he doesn't touch you anymore."
"Okay."
"And if they won't listen, you tell me so I can talk to them."

That comment made Tina shiver; she imagined a conversation between her mother and the RatPack and the various ways it could go...

"Today, I want you to stay home. Clean the apartment, top-to-bottom. I'm going out."
"Okay."
"I'll bring back supper too. You lock the door and let no one in, period. And if Samson comes back, you call the police."
"The police?"
"Yes. You are a minor. He raped you. It doesn't matter if it was consensual... Now, we won't play that card unless he defies our agreement. Understand."
"Yes, Justine."

Tina was resigned in her fate. Whatever her mother wanted, she would do. Her mother's next instruction, however, completely threw her.

"One last thing... when I get back around five, later, I want you to be in our bed, naked, and blind-folded, laying on your back. Clear?"
"Yes!"

It suddenly dawned on Tina that perhaps, those unattainable desires were going to drive their evolving relationship, and the thought of it made her tremble all over. And Justine, although she said nothing, felt the same way.

[interesting]

"What do you want, exactly?" Jaylee asked again.

Justine had sought her out. After last night's run-in with Samson and his goons, she needed to know more about many things. The strip club where the both of them had worked had been shut down on drug-related charges. Jaylee herself had confided to Justine (back then) that she consumed every so often.

"Do you know this Samson fellow?"
"I'm sorry. I can't say I do."

They were in Jaylee's apartment. The unexpected visit had almost turned out bad, due to Jaylee's boyfriend obsessive behavior. His reaction was odd: he didn't mind it that his girlfriend stripped for strangers but letting her have a friend had almost led to a physical confrontation. Jaylee had appeased her husband by promising him they would remain in view at all times. He was sitting in the living room, watching some mechanics show very loud, and the girls were speaking low enough that he couldn't hear their conversation.

"Dammit. I need some... leverage."
"You in it bad?"
"I suppose so. I was hoping to find a way to get him off my back... literally in this case."
"Oh!"

Jaylee seemed understanding, but there was little she could do.

"Do you still dance?" Justine asked.
"Yep. New place. The Dragon Lounge, in Chinatown. Big tippers, except they like to touch."
"I thought the rule was no touching..." she whispered, looking back her boyfriend.
"They don't. They just like to."
"Oh!"

Jaylee wanted to help. Justine hadn't worked with her long, but she was a good person, a rare breed in this business.

"Maybe I have something, maybe not."
"Go on?"
"At the Dragon Lounge, there's my... purveyor of goods. A real gentleman. Isaac."
"He could help?"
"Maybe not, but he might know who could. If you came to work for us, that Samson guy couldn't touch you. You'd be protected."
"But he might touch my daughter... he might even assault me outside of the club."

Jaylee considered the words but it didn't change her idea.

"I still think you should meet up with Isaac. He won't touch you unless he pays for it. No trading favors, either."

Considering the arrangement Tina had made with her previous pusher and how that had turned out, Justine understood Isaac's choice.

"All right... I have another request."
"Sure."
"...where can I find a... respectable escort?"

The question surprised Jaylee, but she had worked in the field long enough to have an answer.

[interesting]

Tina had spent the entire day cleaning the apartment. She felt incredibly remorseful for all she had done, all that she had put her mother through. She wanted the evening to be perfect. Dishes, clothing, cabinets, bathroom, toilet, everything had been cleaned and scrubbed.

A little before five, Tina had followed the instructions. She had put the day's clothing in the hamper, stripped down to nothing. She had placed a blindfold over her eyes and had laid out on the bed, waiting, as patiently as she could. Her body trembled with anticipation, her nipples erect, her entire skin covered in goosebumps. She could barely contain the images inside her head.

When the door creaked open around five, she almost jumped out of bed, but she remained as still as she could, arms to her side, waiting. She heard the shuffling of feet, then her mother's voice.

"Are you in there?"
"Yes."
"Blindfolded?"
"Yes."
"Naked."
"Very yes..." Tina pleaded, barely able to contain her excitement.

Given what they had already done, from the two baths taken together to last night's embraces (before being interrupted by Samson), Tina was unable to keep a cool head. Her entire core ached for her mother's touch. Gentle music came from the computer room, a sweet instrumental melody that drowned out the rest of the apartment's sounds.

"I am coming in..."

The shuffle of feet was barely audible.

"My... you are stunning."

Tina blushed all over at the comment.

"...I am very happy to see you like this, compliant and obedient, Tina."
"Thank you."
"Thank you who?"
"Thank you, Justine."

Tina could almost hear the smile of contentment.

"I think it's time we took our relationship to another level," Justine said, a smirk in her voice.

Tina could not repress a gasp, and it made Justine laugh. Things were about to escalate one more time, but in a totally new and different direction.

[interesting]

"oooh... aahhh.... oouff... aaagghh...."

Tina was straining to hold back the conflicting sensations overwhelming her body. Blindfolded as she was, her ears distracted by the classical music ringing in from the other room, she was focused only the fingers running across her skin. They had started around the neck and shoulders, skimming across her flesh down to her sides and navel, then around the curves of her younger breasts, up to her nipples, then back across the skin. Those same expert hands had slid down to her waist and thighs, up to her pubis, making her tremble all through the process. It was both ticklish and sensual, and Tina's perceptions were overloaded. All the while, no sound had come from her mother.

When the fingers finally pulled away, Tina was panting furiously, hoping for more, fearing the forbidden connection that was now growing between her mother and herself. But how could it be wrong when it felt so natural?

"Justine..."
"Yes, dear... what do you need?"
"I... really want more..."
"But?..."

Tina was fighting against her own logic. Perhaps it was because this time, she was willfully submitting instead of just being on the receiving end. It forced to take responsibility for their actions.

"...I... no... I want this. I... love you, m... Justine."
"And I love you," Justine answered.
"I love you more than anyone else..."
"And I feel the same..."

Tina felt her mother's presence at her side. Her words sounded comforting, almost soothing.

"I'm tired of being afraid and scared, and confused. I have devoted my life to you for the past fifteen years, Tina... you are my... one."
"I..."
"Are you scared?"
"Yes?"
"But do you want to continue?"
"Yes..."
"How far do you want to go?"

That was a difficult answer. Going with the flow, letting things happen, was one thing. Saying out loud what her desires were was quite another. It implied commitment to the cause, and meant that whatever actions were taken were rational. At least, that's how it felt to Tina. But she had accumulated so much guilt, and to find her mother, the only person who truly loved her without condition, willing to go even further - there was no debate.

"I want... to do it all. Everything. With you."
"You know people won't like it. They won't understand. They'll think it's bad. They'll think I'm... using you."
"Let them say whatever. I know what I want."

That last comment, the resolute tone, was the last piece of confirmation that Justine needed to hear before committing to the rest of her plan. It needed to be done: she needed to see it first before anything else came about it.

A moment later, tender lips met Tina's sex and started teasing them into pleasure.

[interesting]

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."

[interesting]

"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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

"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...

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

"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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

"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!"

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

"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.

[interesting]

"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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

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.

[interesting]

"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.

[interesting]

[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.

[interesting]

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!

[interesting]

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?"

[interesting]

"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.

[interesting]

"But they're not alone..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gael decided she needed to take action.

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

Gael gave a strong kiss to Justine.

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

Justine trembled, but not for herself.

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

Whatever Gael had in mind, it was happening now.

[interesting]

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

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

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

He was surprised by her reply.

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

He looked past her at the bedroom door.

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

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

"You ungrateful bitch!"

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

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

He motioned one of his henchman towards the bedroom.

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

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

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

He pushed her face front on the table.

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

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

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

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

[interesting]

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

The sight tore Tina's heart.

"Mom!"

She raced up to her.

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

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

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

Justine straightened herself as best as she could.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Justine didn't answer.

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

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

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

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

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

[interesting]

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

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

"...fuck happened...?"

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

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

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

"oh my fucking god..."

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

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

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

"You go streaker!"

The young man pounding into her turned around.

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

She giggled all the way through that comment.

"Um... no..."

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

[interesting]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She hesitated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was as sincere as he could make it.

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

Haley hesitated before asking the question.

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

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

[interesting]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a sound of a slap.

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

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

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

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

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

[interesting]

(You may or may not have guessed it but this story is slowly drawing to a close. That being said, I'll most probably write another story afterwards. And there's still a few parts to go before we wrap it up).

"Money," the detective said to the young man. "You think it makes you invincible. Just because your father has a lot of it, you thought you could get away with it. You didn't... that girl you raped, she's gonna testify against you!"
"That's bullshit!" the young man replied.

The detective sneered.

"See... she was smart. Smarter than you. You drugged her yes, so she can't remember who it was that did it but... there's a camera at the entrance. We know everybody that came in and out of the home that night. And she made it straight to the nearest cop... didn't even bother dressing up, see... she knew not to wash away the evidence you left all over her body."

The young man stared, completely bewildered.

"Look, I... didn't give her the drug."
"Well, you sure didn't stop when you realized she wasn't exactly aware of what you were doing now, were you?"

The detective stared out the door.

"We got your two conspirators in other rooms, talking to other detectives. How many girls did you do this to? It's rape, fuckhead. You're going to jail... and then, it's gonna be you on the receiving end. Unless you like that sort of thing... I'm not judging."

Peter Lamont couldn't believe it. Jayna had told on them. The police had picked them up around 6AM on Sunday. Apparently, Jayna had made a full deposition: being drugged, waking up covered with sweat and semen. The bitch had ratted them out. He had fucked her too - along with about ten other guys. He was going to jail.

It was all Tina's fault. She was cooperative. If she hadn't missed her deadline, if she hadn't gotten ill, if she had been been there.

Although Peter had admitted to nothing, his lawyer still not present in the room, it was obvious his father's power and influence wouldn't protect him. But it was more than that: his father would disown him for the shame he had brought upon the Lamont name. Peter's life was over, and all because that stupid Tommy had convinced them to make a deal with Tina.

The detective knew that this young man and his friends were all guilty. Drugs had been found on site: GHB, cannabis, cocaine, meth... none for resale, but enough for strong convictions. These kids had wasted their money in illegal activities, had even gone so far as to gangrape a girl. No one in the department would let this slide. An example would be made of these three: privilege had its advantages, true, but the fall from grace was only steeper because of it.

[interesting]

It was all over the news by the end of Sunday evening. No amount of money would prevent this from airing, although most of the details were kept secret (namely, the names of the victims - Justine, Tina, and Jayna). Tina, watching the television feed on their home computer, was in complete and utter disbelief. Her mother and Gael were in the other room. Justine was still bewildered, even if she had played her hand in it.

"So you're saying," she asked Gael, "that the tape I recorded of them talking while they were... was enough to convict them?"
"Not at all," the psychologist replied, "but it was enough for a search warrant. All I had to do was get the tape in the hands of the police. You know, people like Samson... the police know all about them. They have files. It`s just a matter of connecting the dots. He didn't have time to hide anything. Even if they can't convict him for the rapes, they have enough else to send him to jail... possibly forever."

From the other room, Tina called out.

"I can't believe they arrested the Rat Pack!"

Gael had gotten the information about them from her friend at the precinct, the one she had anonymously handed the tape to; she called to Tina.

"Come over here..."

Tina left the computer room and joined the others at the kitchen table.

"What they did was wrong... not necessarily what they did to you... you... volunteered. But from what I heard, they drugged a young woman and raped her... she wasn't willing."
"...because I wasn't there?"
"Tina," Justine replied, caressing her hair, "you can't blame yourself for what happened to that girl."
"Your mother is right," Gael replied.
"I know but... do we know who the girl is?"
"The police do. It's all that matters."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. It was Gael who got up to answer. August Rand was standing just outside the door.

"August!" Gael said, giving him a big hug.
"Gael... so nice to see you again."

He looked past her.

"Justine. And this is your daughter Tina."

Tina and August actually hadn't met at all since mother and daughter had moved in. Tina stood up and bowed. Justine went over to Rand and also gave him a big hug, leaning into his ear.

"...thank you," she whispered.
"Nonsense. No need to thank me anymore than you already do," he replied with a wink.

He turned to everyone in the room, closing the door behind him.

"The good news is that Samson will be denied bail. He's not getting out."
"That's wonderful!" Gael replied.
"I'll make sure he's never head from again."

Justine was overwhelmed with emotion. She kissed August Rand on the mouth. He thanked her for the gesture.

"Tina," she turned to her daughter, "this man is... a godsend. I know... you know how I've been paying the rent..."
"I know. I don't care. Thank you, Mr. Rand."
"Call me August."

He stared down the younger girl, finding her as attractive as her mother. He had avoided meeting her so far because he knew himself. Gael spoke up.

"I was thinking that, since we're all here, we might discuss some compensation."
"Now's really not the time," August replied, looking towards Tina.
"I think it is. I've actually been talking to Justine about it."

August turned to his tenant.

"I'm not asking for anything more," he told her.
"But I'm offering because... because you have been so kind and understanding, and respectful."

Justine looked back to Tina before speaking.

"Last night, I was raped anally by three monsters... today, because I did it, because I... played my part... they're in jail. You made it happen too... and I want to thank you more."

She placed her hand on his crotch; he was, as she suspected, already at half-mast under his pants.

"...hmmm... Justine, your daughter is here..."
"Tina," Justine asked, "can I take care of our landlord here?"

Tina's reaction shocked August.

"Yes. I think I want to see it," she spoke, a smile on her lips.

Gael leaned into August's ear.

"For once, in your life, August... bend the rules a little."

He said nothing. Perhaps Gael was right about this.

[interesting]

Moments before he was about to come, August Rand wondered why he hadn't indulged in this earlier. Despite his criminal connections, he was a good man. He had made his gains illegally, perhaps, but never on the misery of others. He had chosen to get out while he still could, before he would lose it all to his sexual addiction. Living as a recluse now, he could quietly fulfill his needs with whatever tenants needed his help. At the moment, there were only two: Pinky, which he met and fucked on Mondays, and Justine, which he usually serviced on Fridays.

This was Sunday. It had started with an innocent blowjob from Justine in the kitchen, with her daughter and Tina and the psychologist Gael looking on. Justine had stripped her top, exposing her breasts; she had wrapped them around his cock. All the while, August had stared down at her, unbothered by what was happening in the room. When he had looked up, he had been shocked to see that Tina's hands was inside her shorts, teasing between her legs.

"You like watching me suck cock, Tina?" Justine had asked.
"You're so hot mom!"

August had cast a disturbed glance to Gael, who had just smiled and whispered in his ear to let things happen.

A moment later, Justine was undressing and laying herself down on the sturdy kitchen table.

"Yesterday," she whimpered a little bit, "I was... raped... on this table. They bent me over it and..."
"...do you want me to stop?" August asked.

Despite his need to fuck her, he was considerate enough. But that was not her intent, and she stated it plainly.

"Actually, August... I want you to take away those memories and replace them... with your cock, inside me, right now."
"All right," he whispered.

He didn't look up at Tina or Gael as he inserted himself into Justine; she moaned with delight. As he began thrusting inside her, he was shocked to see Tina pulling off her top, exposing her breasts, leaning forward so they would be in her mother's face. Justine began to suckle on her daughter's nipples. The scene was so intense August had to stop pounding in order to prevent from coming right now. Still deep inside Justine, immobile, he started at the lewd display. Gael moved behind him, caressing his buttocks.

"That's true love," the psychologist whispered.
"Amazing," he whispered.
"Admit it... you just want to fuck her more."
"I do."
"Then do it..."

The pounding resumed; Tina was looking down at August's cock, vanishing in her mother's womb.

"Fuck my mom, you stud! Make her come hard."

There was no answer from August as he kept pounding rhythmically, unable to stop. Justine was moaning with complete abandon; mother and daughter were now trading kisses in-between Tina playing with her mother's nipples and belly button; Tina's hand even reached down the to the edge of her mother's pussy, teasing her clitoris just above where August was ramming himself inside her.

"Fuck yes! Fuck me!" Justine screamed. "I'm so close... fuck...."
"You're gonna come on my dick..."
"Yes!!!!"

Justine's climax was overwhelming, knocking the air out of her; August was certain he was done, but his own upcoming climax rescinded somehow; he merely slowed down his pace but kept going.

"Oh! fuck Tina... he's so big and good..."
"Oh! Mom! You're so fucking lucky..."

At that point, Gael whispered in August's ear.

"...I know you want the girl too..."
"...but... she's not... she's still a minor..." August replied as he kept thrusting.
"A minor who wants it... Tina... would you like August to fuck you?"
"Fuck yes!"
"Justine, you want August to give your daughter the same he gave to you?"
"More!" Justine begged. "Give her more."

August could not deny his need; still, his hard-earned conscience was preventing him from taking the next step. Gael moved about, staring into August's eyes.

"You know you want it, they both want it... we're all in this together... if this is a crime, then so be it... we'll all face the consequences together. Think about it. Mother and daughter, at the same time. With me, looking on... tempted too..."

Gael moved her fingers to her pussy, lapping up some of her own juices, putting her fingers in August's mouth.

"You got everyone all wet, August... why don't you give us all what we want...?"

[interesting]

It had gone on for quite a while, with August now committing whole-heartedly to the scene. In his entire sexual history, he had never once deviated into anything remotely suspicious. As a porn star, he had done so many things, but never had he crossed that line... and yet, today...

Pulling out of a very satisfied Justine, he had dragged her daughter to her knees in front of him. His rod was at the ready; she grabbed it and he trembled as her young hand began to stroke him.

"...we should stop..." he mumbled.

Of course, Tina didn't. She expertly glided her hand on his cock, moving her lips that much closer to it.

"...please..." he whispered.

She swallowed him up. To watch her young face with her full lips wrap themselves around his shaft was heaven; it didn't matter anymore that she was not of age. Only his gratification mattered. While that was happening, Gael started to strip, bending over to kiss Justine on the mouth.

"How does it feel to watch your daughter do this to a man?"
"...amazing," Justine whispered.
"You'd do anything for her..."
"Anything."

Gael and Justine kissed passionately, then they looked back at the scene.

"Do you want more?" Tina asked, pulling her mouth away from August.
"Yes..."
"Mom?"
"If you want to, Tina..."

Tina got up, dragging herself to the computer room where a bed was set up. As she walked, she undid her pants buckle and dropped them, showing off her ass in her tight panties. August pulled his top off, walking after her. Gael and Justine followed.

Tina reached the bed and bent down over it, exposing her ass.

"...can you eat me, please?" she asked August.
"I'd like that," he whispered.

He bent down behind her, bringing his mouth to her sex. He guided his tongue into her snatch. Tina trembled.

"...oh wow..."

Gael and Justine looked on, gently teasing each other. Gael whispered to Justine.

"He is such an attentive lover..."
"Yes he is... and so are you."

Justine turned and kissed Gael.

"...we should keep ourselves busy."
"What did you have in mind?"

As Justine went in search of the sex toys, Tina moaned considerably thanks to August's powerful tongue on her sex.

"Fuck... wow... you lick me so good... I'm so close to cumming..."

August took that as incentive to take it further.

"Mmm.... ooh my... you got a magic tongue... oh my!"

Justine retrieved the strapless strap-on, which one of the partners could insert in their own vagina to fuck the other with. Gael steadied it inside herself. Justine moved to the bed; she climbed on it, getting her face very near to her daughter's, watching the orgasm slowly build on her face.

"Oh mom... he's gonna make me come..."
"Let it happen, sweetie..."

Gael moved in behind Justine, ready to proceed. Just then, the climax hit Tina; she mouthed it silently, and her head bent to kiss her mother, as if she could transfer the sensation to her through the lip lock.

Gael pushed herself inside Justine; August himself pulled away. He wasn't close to being done.

[interesting]

August Rand was on the verge of a final moment of bliss, but he wanted more, so he attempted to pace himself. He had done it, many minutes earlier - climbing on top of Tina, pushing his rod into her moist sex and riding her as he had her mother Justine minutes before. Justine herself was on all fours on the bed, her head buried near her daughter's face as Gael was pounding her with the strap-on. Every so often, August would lean in to lock lips with Tina before pulling back up; he would also sometimes be able to kiss Justine as she pulled her head up, himself still deep in her daughter. Gael contemplated the scene with delight; she wasn't as consumed by it as the others were, even though she was being pleasured by the strap-on end inside her.

At some point, after another climax, Tina finally opened her eyes, contemplating the scene with abandon, lost to the moment.

"Mom.... mom!"

Justine looked up, her eyes glazed over, staring at her daughter.

"...yes... dear?"

Gael actually slowed down her pace to give mother and daughter a chance to speak. She also motioned for August to do the same; he complied, following her advice.

"I have... our landlord's big fucking dick in my cunt, mom..."
"Yes... how does it feel?"
"Fucking amazing... he's made me come twice..."
"Wow..."
"What about you mom? How does it feel with Gael?"
"Her cock is deep in me too... and I love it..."

August stared at the scene, still bewildered. Gael gave him the go ahead to resume, and he returned to drilling Tina. Mother and daughter stopped chatting, locking lips to feel their connection stronger than before.

[interesting]

After the fact, none of the participants could deny what they had done - or how much they had enjoyed it.

Taking a page out of his porn career, August Rand had ended the scene with a cumshot on mother and daughter, covering their faces and chest with his plentiful semen. He was still bewildered by the fact that he had broken his rule to never be with a minor, but mostly by the fact that it seemed Justine and Tina were - to his dismay - in a sexual relationship. He had heard stories about it; he had played in a few scenes where the motif of incest was central (even though the actors were never actually related). Watching them kiss and make out, touch each other in their private places, coax each other into more daring activities had truly opened his eyes to the fact that, contrary to what he had thought, he had not seen everything there was about sex. Less surprising was Gael's encouragement of all this: he knew the therapist on a professional level and from her reputation in dealing with porn actors and actresses for the past twenty-five years. This was right up her alley.

Both mother and daughter were spent, lying next to each other, faces locked onto one another, smiling. They were oblivious to anything else, lost in their passion for each other, their shared desires and their newly found freedom. The price had been steep, but there would be nothing more to intervene in their affair. They had earned this.

Gael took August apart in the other room.

"I think Justine is ready to move out," she told him.
"She can stay as long as she likes but... this is..."
"Unsettling?"
"Yes. I... don't regret it at all but this might complicate things in the long run."
"I can get her a place to stay. She has a job now, dancing at the club, running her show live... and her daughter is safe now that everyone who had a hold on her is in jail."
"Will they stay in jail though?"
"Maybe not... but they won't come looking for her," Gael replied.

The two hadn't actually been together during the foursome; Gael had worked solely on Justine while August had indulged in both mother and daughter. It was best to keep their relation professional.

"Will they be all right, though?" August asked, truly concerned.
"They have each other. They will."
"You are one unlikely therapist, Gael."
"And you are one unlikely porn star criminal, August."

The two remained quiet, staring at mother and daughter, Justine and Tina, now locked into their own private world, safe from everyone who might try to tear them apart, protected by their love as much as the prison that had confined them to this fate.

[I will have a few epilogues for this, and then, I'll be moving on to a new story.]

[interesting]

If anything, Gael was extremely happy. Her intervention in both Justine and Tina's life had probably saved them for a terrible fate at the hands of the drug cartels. After all, once they got their hooks into you, they never let you go.

In the weeks following the arrests, Gael followed with interest the situations. There would be no trial for Samson. He had simply plead guilty to some of the charges (those that were drug-related, not to anything relevant to the sexual assaults). The Crown actually dropped those charges. Samson's goons were equally charged, though their sentencing was delayed by other unrelated issues. Of course, Gael kept her distance from the entire proceeding. No one knew how she had engineered the charges by asking Justine to suffer one last injury. She didn't feel bad about it, considering the end result, and Justine was better for it, stronger and more confident.

After about three weeks of on-and-off fucking, Justine and Gael made their relationship official (at least to themselves and their very close friends). Gael offered that Justine and Tina could move in with her, but Justine said she wanted to keep her independence for a few more months. This meant that Justine would still have sex with August, but that didn't really matter. After all, Gael was a very modern woman, and she didn't buy into the culture of monogamy. Although she herself currently felt no need to look elsewhere, she allowed Justine to continue exploring her sexuality. Justine thus maintained her porn site, exposing herself to strangers and regulars on the internet for money.

Justine, on her side, was twice in love. With Gael, of course, but also with her daughter. Their sexual play wasn't common, not even once a week, but their passion for each other's well-being extended far beyond their need for sex. Nudity became the standard in their home. The only time Tina was asked to leave the room was when Justine had guests over for her camera shows (not very often, no more than twice a month).

Tina herself rediscovered herself in high school. With the Rat Pack gone - and potentially going to jail - rumors abounded. Most of the students of her school knew that she had been working for them as she was servicing whomever at their parties or in the toilet stalls. People started to either avoid her (for fear of her influence) or respecting her (because they couldn't believe how cool she had become, despite it all). The strange mixed fear and adulation made Tina very popular; however, whereas her sexual appetites had been explored quite a lot in school, she stopped servicing anyone altogether. Going cold turkey was hard; still, it helped Tina clear her infection much more quickly. In the meantime, she masturbated at home while watching her mother's videos (and sometimes her mother herself).

Justine, wanting to keep the money going, kept her stripping job at the Dragon lounge. Her new employer there was impressed by her professionalism; she never agreed to become part of the servicing staff, keeping that sexual side of herself to her apartment and camera. Still, the hours she was doing allowed her to start putting some money aside (since she was still paying her landlord August in flesh).

August never commented on anything. He came in, got serviced and enjoyed it alongside her, making sure all parties were satisfied. Even after the foursome in the computer room, he never once made a pass at Tina, even if she was sometimes there while he was fucking her mom. She never tried to intervene. They all understood that one time was enough, that they had broken the taboo once and that, ultimately, while all had enjoyed it, there would be no repeat.

It took Justine another eight months to finally move out of the apartment and into Gael's home; oddly enough, it was Tina who remained in the apartment. Because August would not sleep with her again until she was of majority, an arrangement was made for Justine to come by and pay rent for her - at least, until Tina could pay for herself. The anticipation of the act certainly became a recurring theme in their lives, to be fulfilled only on Tina's eighteenth birthday, two years from then.

Eventually, with Samson out-of-the-way, Tina hooked up her former supplier Haley. He was out of the drug business (having suffered considerably because of it) and trying to go back to school to learn a trade. Tina encouraged him with sexual favors. They never made it official, but they became a couple. Eventually, Tina would have to tell him about the agreement with August. Either that, or she would have to move out, but she didn't want to leave. She had made friends with the other tenant, Pinky, and adored watching her in front of the camera as well. Justine too kept in touch with Pinky, even shooting a few shows with her along the way.

All the while, life continued around them, the world oblivious to all that had transpired. Mother and daughter had finally found their equilibrium, through hardship and friendship, and love without restrictions. Things would never be normal, but normal was overrated anyway. They preferred it like this, with a hint of madness and a dash of desire.

[interesting]

Justine finished her set, picking up her clothes, and she moved to the backroom under the applause of the crowd. She had stripped completely this time, so she pranced back naked towards the mirrors. It was a Tuesday evening; there were only two dancers, quite enough for the small crowd out there. Justine had met the new girl only yesterday; she was barely nineteen, but already her face was showing signs of wear. Heavy makeup covered the bruises around her eyes.

Justine stopped to stare for a moment.

"What?" the other girl asked.
"...nothing. Just looking at how pretty you are."
"Thanks."

The girl was taken aback by the compliment.

"Cecilia, right?"
"Yeah. You're Justine... watched you dance. You looked hot."
"Not bad for a 32 year old woman."
"You're 32? I would have said 25!"
"Thanks, doll."

It was obvious that Cecilia was distraught. She wasn't due on stage for another fifteen minutes, so Justine figured she had time to chat with her.

"...are you ok?"

Cecilia stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

"No... I... I need this job but... I'm scared."
"Scared of what?"

There was a level of confidence found between dancers - when they weren't competing - that was akin to camaraderie or friendship. Justine was just good at drawing it out because she wasn't competitive at all. Cecilia answered.

"I threw the bum out last week... he... after he..."
"It's all right. You're safe. They take care of us here..."
"Except... I don't have any money left... and my name's not on the lease so... I can't go back."

Justine paused, and her mind raced.

"How desperate are you, Cecilia?"
"It's bad, I tell you..."
"You need a place to stay?"
"I do... why... are you offering?"
"Not exactly."

It had been six months since Justine had moved in; she was considering moving out to spend more time with Gael and leaving the flat to her daughter. But the deed wasn't done yet. And Cecilia...

"Look, it's not perfect but... depending on how you feel... My landlord has free apartments."
"That's wonderful, but I don't have any money at the moment... and I just need it, maybe for a week or two."
"Maybe we can arrange something," Justine started.

How the wheel turns, Justine told herself, thinking back on her own life these past six months.

--- THE END ---

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