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**A work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to any known person or people, location or event is purely coincidental. All characters are works of fiction and are depicted as 18 years of age or older**

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Part Two

She was still new to prostitution but knew enough not to count a handful of bills while walking across a motel parking lot in the middle of the day dressed as a schoolgirl. She looked across the barren landscape of the cracked lot and saw that Allen had indeed, parked across the street outside the bar that he was inside of. She got a text from him almost as soon as she started walking.

Allen: come inside the bar, you won’t need I.D. but u can’t come in dressed like a schoolgirl, change in the truck theres clothes in a bag in the backseat

She got in the back of the hummer, and counted her tip, it was $600. She was excited, she didn’t know how much he had paid Allen privately but it must be a lot if the tip alone was $600. She would give it all to Allen even though she cold keep her tips, she just wanted to pay off her new boobs as soon as possible, to get back to a normal life as soon as possible. If possible.

The ‘clothes’ Allen had brought along were in a backpack on the backseat and consisted of baby blue micro denim shorts, no pockets, they were skin tight. White thigh-high socks, white strappy sandals and a tiny white band of stretchy material that barely covered her massive tits. She wasn’t surprised by Allen’s choice of outfit but at least her disguise of brunette dyed hair, nerdy glasses and the ponytail in ribbons helped keep her anonymous. She fixed up her hair and make-up a little. Now she was a regular whore instead of a schoolgirl whore.

She wanted a drink. She needed a drink.

She slid back out of the hummer and into the deserted daytime street and then directly into the dive bar. The bright sunlight couldn’t penetrate the ancient darkness of the place. Weak country music squeaked out of the scratchy sound system. Two old men sat at the bar, one staring at the ball game on the TV, and the other, down at his drink. It was one of the few times she wasn’t immediately gawked at as she entered a room.

The bartender however did turn around and got a good full look of her, he hoped she was old enough to drink, knowing that he wouldn’t bother to check as he needed the business. In the gloom at the back of the long L-shaped bar was Allen and he had his arm around some tramp. Mandi felt…jealously? That didn’t make sense, she hated Allen. But some weird sense of possession? Betrayal against her mom? That didn’t make sense either, because her Daisy fucked people professionally and Allen didn’t seem to mind as he kept happily fucking Daisy too. She was conflicted but somewhat turned on for some reason.

Mandi took stock of the girl, surmised some things quickly, she looked like the last hot girl in this shitty small town. Because it was middle of the day, middle of the week, she probably didn’t work or go to school so she spent all day pestering old guys in dive bars to buy her drinks.

As she got closer the girl noticed and seemed to hug Allen a little more tightly. Constant quick sniffs indicating that she and Allen had done some coke and various empty and half-filled glasses indicated that they had some drinks too. The tramp looked unwilling to give-up her new found source of drugs and alcohol and rubbed Allen’s large chest as if to claim him as territory.

Mandi arrived fully now and noticed the tramp was trashy but attractive. In a dirty, druggy, slutty, messy kind of way. She had a mop of short, tight black curly hair, green feline like eyes and a mischievous ‘you’ll let me ruin your life’ kind of grin. She looked like trouble and her outfit confirmed it, wearing a tight, short, white skirt (no panty lines) and a big natural rack tucked into her too tiny yellow tank top, nipples poking through her bright blue bra. She was short, but still taller than Mandi, it was hard to tell as she was also in heels.

Allen swung an arm around Mandi pulled her in close by the ass and turned back to the tramp and said, “Roxy! This is my girlfriend Candi, that I was telling you about.” Turning back to Mandi, “Candi, this is Roxy. I know Roxy from the bars around here from a couple years ago. We ‘hungout’ a few times” He smiled and Roxy smiled, the implication of ‘hungout’ being pretty clear.

Mandi also catching on that she was now to be called Candi. Allen’s girlfriend.

From Penny to Candi, from one fantasy to another.

“Now I don’t see him no more.” Roxy said with an overly dramatic pout.

“Yeah well, I moved over to Wilkentville…don’t visit too often…Forgot how hot and sexy you were.” He smiled again and she smiled again and since he was already openly grabbing her ass Roxy figured it was okay to keep stroking his muscled chest, right in front of this supposed new girlfriend Candi.

Mandi would indulge it only because she was too tired to fight him. porno And because the truth of her being his step-daughter/hooker was too shameful and complicated to explain anyway, and because it would allow her to get a drink faster. She turned towards the bartender. Allen leaned in, informed Mandi that, “They probably don’t have any of them fruity little coolers you drink at home…” but he motioned to the barkeep anyway, “Hey Arty! You got any of them fruity drinks…”

He was cut off by Mandi who said, “Two shots of tequila and a pint of whatever Allen’s having.”

Allen bemused by the request issued one of his raucous laughs, “Well, shit, Arty you heard the little lady! Line ’em up. Tell you what, I’ll buy a round for the whole bar! Top shelf stuff too, not that bar rail shit you usually pour.”

If Arty was offended by the suggestion that his regular offerings were subpar he didn’t show it. Not wanting to ruin a rare, big afternoon sale he said, “I got just the stuff in my office – brand new, I’ll be right back.”

With Arty gone Allen produced a key load full of coke, Roxy took a big bump, he took a small one and he offered a little bit to Mandi. Mandi refused as she only had a minor interest in drugs and didn’t want her first hit of coke to be in some dirty bar; with some dirty tramp. Allen had casually offered once or twice in the past too, she refused then as well, but he never pressured her about it either. If she ever decided to try cocaine, she wanted it to be with her best friend Amy.

Amy was still away in France on some weird yoga retreat, no mobiles, no access to internet, the single phone in the front office for emergencies and bookings only. At least she was due home in a few weeks, not being able to talk to her best friend during this crazy change in her life had been really hard. Amy already knew she was getting her tits done although obviously hadn’t seen them yet, but she didn’t know about Mandi dropping out of school (well, she was still doing the correspondence work.) She didn’t know that Mandi was fucking her mom and step-dad and being whored out to repay her tits. She also didn’t know about the big Mexico trip Allen had planned, she was most excited to tell her about that. Hopefully Amy’s mom would let her go.

Mandi probably wouldn’t be able to ever tell Amy about the prostitution, even though she needed a confidant other than her mom who wasn’t much help either, Daisy loved sex, money and the low key criminal lifestyle supplied by Allen and didn’t understand why Mandi didn’t love it too. Why wouldn’t she love to fuck and party for money? Daisy the nymphomaniac unable to understand her teen daughters reluctance to be a working hooker even though her mother considered them processional escorts.

Her mom was often brought out for dinner dates, social functions, yacht and casino parties. Small weekends away, but there were also a few times when her mom came back from a client weekend looking pretty rough, like she had really been used hard. Hungover, maybe still drunk and high. Bruised, ass pink and striped with marks. Make-up and hair hastily repaired. Clothes sometimes ruined, sometimes intact, always stained. Often her mom went on high-class escort dates, but she also had to do whatever she was told to do sexually. Otherwise Allen would need use his ‘corrective measures’ on her if she didn’t please the client to 100% satisfaction. However that was rarely an issue, because there just wasn’t much Daisy wouldn’t do.

But so far Mandi had just been fucked really hard, no dates for her and therefore she felt more like a whore and less like an escort. She told her mother about ‘Uncle Leon,’ she wasn’t sure but she thought her mom was getting turned on a little. Although at least she seemed concerned that Leon was her first, because she knew from first hand experience that he was rough. She said she’d talk to Allen about it. It wouldn’t matter though. She told Mandi, ‘in the future to try to relax, let the man do as he pleases and try to concentrate on her pussy and focus on the pleasure of fucking.’ Not exactly motherly advice.

Arty snapped her from her reverie as he returned with his prize tequila and poured 2 shots for Mandi, Allen and Roxy and then another for himself and the two old guys at the bar who quickly registered and consumed the new drinks. Mandi downed both of hers fast, much to Allen’s chagrin and then cooled the burn with her beer. The coolers at home had taken some time to work and make her feel a little buzzed and horny but the hard drinks at the bar were kicking in fast, warming her belly and the rest of her body.

Somehow she was still horny. ‘Uncle Leon’ and the ‘Daddy’ she had just fucked hadn’t quite fulfilled her in the end. She had little climax’s along the way, but that just served to make her more horny and right now it was being accelerated by the drinks. So far only Allen had fully satisfied her, filled her and stretched her to the max and had truly made her cum porno hard, but he did it abusive and rough and left her in pain. He wanted to make sure that she knew he owned her, not just the tits. All of her. And although she wouldn’t admit it to him, or even herself, sometimes she liked it.

“I was just telling Roxy here, how much you and I love a good threesome isn’t that right Candi?” Allen asked her aloud.

“Yes, Baby.” Answered Mandi/Candi, too tired to fight, the booze starting to work.

“Roxy here is a hot little number isn’t she?”

Mandi agreed again, getting drunk, getting horny. Now that Roxy was confident that her supply of drugs and drinks would remain uninterrupted, and impressed that such a tiny cute l’il girl like ‘Candi’ could put away so much booze, she warmed up to her, eventually succumbing to her immeasurable beauty and the drugs and the drinks and began to inch her way towards her. Allen happy to keep leaning back against the bar in the middle of them, a large hand cupping each girls ass.

They complimented each others hot hair and nice nails and cute clothes and sexy shoes and sure enough it didn’t take long for Roxy to bring up Mandi’s huge tits and Mandi was only too happy to talk about them. She also complimented Roxy’s big natural tits, slightly smaller than her own, then drunk and high respectively, they giggled and squeezed and further evaluated each other’s boobs.

Roxy’s phone buzzed, she looked at it annoyed and said she had to take the call and left quickly, said she’d be back in a few minutes as she went. As soon as she left, Allen revealed he had another perverted money-making scheme in place for Mandi his step-daughter/hooker/temporary girlfriend. Basically a lot of coincidental events had happened all at once during the hour or so Mandi had been fucking in the motel.

“So listen, I just got an email from a friend about a guy who just moved out west to some tiny place in Utah, he married into one of those ultra-rich, ultra-white, ultra-conservative Christian families. They live in a dry county, no booze in town, no booze allowed in the house at all! Guy can barely jerk off, his wife won’t let him. Told him they can only have sex for procreation! Fuckin’ crazy right!? Anyway he’s developed quite the fetish for dirty fucking dive bar tramps fucking in dirty fucking dive bars so you and Roxy are gonna make a little video…”

“But Daddy– I don’t wanna!–you said no porno!” She protested.

“It’s not porno, it’s custom video, it’s hosted by an encrypted site and only the guy requestin’ the video can see it. It can’t be copied or downloaded. The psycho church wife is away for the weekend, left him alone, which is a rarity, so he wants the video ASAP.” Allen finished with, “Plus you’re in disguise remember? Here…”

He handed her some big, round, dark, oversize sunglasses, black at the top and fading to a dark tan at the bottom, “Put these on and let your hair down, half yer face will be covered.”

She switched out the nerdy glasses for the dark ones and let down and fixed her hair. She checked how she looked in her phone and decided it was a good enough disguise. Allen continued, “Plus, I’ll shoot you at an angle, not focus too close on your face. Roxy’s real excited too, I told her I’d pay her a whole $150!” He laughed then continued, “She’s a only a six in make-up. You’re a perfect 10 so you’re getting’ paid the rest!” He smiled. She smiled, “But I’ll make sure it all goes to payin’ off those tits. You’re off to a good start by the way. Gotta a couple good payments from you already.”

Mandi was never made aware of the dollar amount of her cosmetic enhancements and she was starting to figure she never would. But deep down, where she didn’t want to admit it; She was starting to like fucking for money. She liked what she could make a man do. How much they’d pay for just an hour of being with her.

“Oh, Almost forgot…I made this for you Daddy…” She handed him her tip money. Bills squared neatly in a pile on top of her two tiny little outstretched palms, just like when she first witnessed Mommy doing it when she finished her trick. Months ago. When she first discovered them. Home early from school, skipping last class because it was her birthday. A black guy named Dev and Allen were fucking her mom hard (dressed in Mandi’s schoolgirl outfit no less) in the living room. That’s when Mandi found out her mother was a working whore/escort, almost just for fun, because it pleased Allen. They certainly didn’t need the money. And to be honest, it seemed to please her mother too.

Allen said it was good for discipline, good for obedience, to hand over her hard fucked money herself. To surrender her pussy to one man and the money to another.

“When she gets back you and Roxy will go in there…” He nodded to the ladies bathroom “And just do whatever she says…you’re good at that.” He added with a leering grin.

“Daddy…I don’t know if I want to, I mean…”

“Doesn’t türk porno matter, you’re a fucking hooker – you’ll do like you’re told or I’ll spank this ass raw right here in this bar.” He said it coldly and punctuated it with a sharp slap on her ass. Then he squeezed her ass-cheek and pulled her in even closer, made her kiss him. She broke it, but was flushed, panting lightly. He continued,

“Once she has you all warmed up, I’ll come in and starting shooting the footage. Client’s name is Charles, so lots of ‘Oooh Uncle Charles’ stuff…he specified that.”

“Are you going to be um, in the video too?”

“Nah, I already made Roxy suck me off in the truck so I can concentrate on the ‘film-making.'” He laughed at his own use of the term. So much for implications. Then he squeezed Mandi’s ass some more and cupped her big tits. His large frame blocking the view from the other bar patrons, each consumed in his own vice anyway. She had also learned it was best to just let Allen fondle her freely in public as it made more of a scene if she protested too much and tried to squirm away.

Roxy came back in looking horny, a little angry and high. She got to the point quickly. “So, we doing this or not?”

“Take her. Do whatever you want to her. I’ll go get the camera.”

Roxy grabbed Mandi by the hand and a couple of beers in another and dragged her into the women’s bathroom. Slamming her back against the wooden door as soon as it closed.

“I wanna suck ’em!” Roxy panted and yanked Mandi’s stretchy strip of a top down harshly. Mandi’s magnificent mammaries wobbling into sight with the force of the pull. The nipples, always hard, stiffened even more. Roxy used the stretchy top now bunched along Mandi’s waist to keep her pinned back in place against the splintered old door.

And she wasted no more time than that, diving down to devour first one perfect pink nipple, then the other, drawing them into her mouth, grazing them slightly with her teeth and tongue, she was just as aggressive but more skilled than the anonymous man Mandi had just fucked in the motel. She stopped, stood up right panting, wobbling from the drugs and drinks.

“Great tits…fuckin’ jealous…” She mumbled, roughly squeezing and biting at Mandi’s big tits some more. “You have to do what I say right? He told you right? I can force you, I can make you do whatever I want?”

“I ‘um ahh…”

Roxy grabbed Mandi’s hand again and dragged her grinning and stumbling to the old counter in the far corner. Despite her difficulty standing she hopped up backwards and sat on the counter with a strange practiced grace and spread her legs to reveal that indeed, she was wearing no panties. She grabbed Mandi by the hair and pulled her towards her.

“I’m gonna fuck you up…” she groaned, “But I wanna kiss first…”

Mandi unable to resist with Roxy’s fist in her hair, and maybe not entirely wanting too, was quickly pulled inwards her soft mouth crushing into Roxy’s soft mouth, eyes closed, Roxy’s tongue darting into Mandi’s mouth baiting hers to return the favour. Roxy, not breaking the kiss to prove that she was in control, forced her mouth a little harder against Mandi’s and got a little more aggressive with her, it was different than with her mom or Amy or even Allen. She darted her tongue in and out with a different rhythm and energy.

Then Allen entered the room at that exact moment to find a horny, high, curly, raven haired slut sitting spread eagle on a dirty bathroom sink top with a horny, freshly fucked brunette, standing between those spread legs kissing her passionately.

He had a semi-professional camera with him. The client had requested 4K. Was going to watch it big and loud in his literal home theatre. With his rare few hours of alone time to pleasure himself while his wife and her brats were at some women’s church function for the weekend.

“Uncle Charles!! Um, I hope you’re not mad finding me and my friend Candi here in this bar?” Roxy grinned and smiled at the camera, instantly turning on some slutty charm as she waved and smiled. “Candi shouldn’t be in here, being all naughty, she’s usually a good girl, I have to teach her a lesson so she doesn’t turn out all slutty like me.”

She slurred and giggled some more before forcing Mandi to kiss her deeply then instructed her to remove Roxy’s top and bra. Mandi did quickly did so, freeing Roxy’s tremendous tits. Mandi smiled instinctively which was a good sign for all. It was obvious she was quite smashed now too and therefore getting hornier by the minute. Still trapped by her new sex partner with a handful of her hair she was forced downwards, her turn to feast on some big tits.

While Mandi was bent over at the waist, sucking and licking with her own professional level training from her mom, Allen was shooting from behind Mandi, partially to help obscure her face as promised but mostly it was for the view. Bent over with her amazing tight ass up high in the air, tiny shorts pulling into the warm soft valley of her ass. Legs stretched out from the heels covered in thigh-high white knee socks. Face first in a set big titties of a girl she didn’t know ten minutes ago.

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