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

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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..."

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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.

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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...

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.