Author's note: This is a story based on Pretty Little Liars and takes place during Series 5, at which point all the characters are 18 or over.
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Hanna Marin wasn't exactly smart. She knew that was what people said behind her back, and they were right. She was constantly putting her foot in her mouth, she didn't get all the references her friends were constantly making and when it came to college applications she was aiming low. If she was even going to bother applying at all. But while she might not be smart in the traditional sense she wasn't so dumb she couldn't tell there was something on Aria Montgomery's mind. Ok, so the pacing up and down in her room after showing up unannounced was a major hint, but she also had a feeling she knew what this was about.
"Is this about our college applications?" Hanna guessed, given her circle of friends had been talking about little else for the past few weeks, "Because if you need help picking out safety schools, I'm your girl, but otherwise you should probably talk to Spencer."
After a few seconds of silence Aria admitted, "This isn't about finding a college, it's about money for college."
"Again, you should probably talk to Spencer." Hanna quipped.
"What, I'm supposed to ask my rich friend to pay my college fees?" Aria asked sarcastically, and then before Hanna could answer quickly continued, "We both know that isn't going to happen, and considering I'm leaning towards being a writer, or possibly an artist, I'm terrified about getting into crippling debt for the rest of my life."
"And I can help because?" Hanna asked.
"How about because a few years ago you and your Mom were barely scraping by, and now you're practically throwing away money." Aria pointed out, "Seriously Han, how did you turn things around so fast?"
Hanna bit her lip for several seconds, then mumbled, "I'm not sure you want to go down that road."
"What, did you become a hooker or something?" Aria joked. There was a long silence, and then Aria's eyes went as wide as saucers, "Hanna! Oh my God, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Firstly, I didn't say anything, so don't put words in my mouth. Secondly I don't see you earning like $5,000 on a good night." Hanna grumbled.
Aria's big eyes went even wider. That was seriously a lot of money, exactly the kind she needed, but still, "You're earning it on your back."
"Actually I mostly on my front. Or my hands and knees. Or face down. Depends how the client likes it." Hanna admitted with a cheeky grin, and then when Aria continued looking scandalised adding, "Oh lighten up, I mostly fuck women, and with men it's strictly BJs and back door, so it's not like I can catch anything."
"I'm not sure that's how it works Hanna." Aria protested, then she focused on another part of the blonde's response, "Wait, women. You've fucked women?"
"Uh-huh." Hanna grinned, "I was kind of nervous about it at first, but pussy is like the tastiest thing ever, and no one licks it better than another woman. And trust me, you haven't lived until you've been fucked up the ass. Mmmmmm, if I didn't like licking pussy and sucking cock so much I'd be a total ass whore, because anal is just the best. And with a slutty little ass like mine it's like I was born to be an ass whore. All my clients say so. They'd say the same thing about you, because damn girl, you got an ass made for fucking. You'd be so freaking in demand if you had my job, and with that body you'd be awesome at it too, if you weren't such a prude."
"Hey!" Aria protested, "I'm not a prude, I had an affair with my English teacher."
"Who you spent most of your time holding hands and talking about your feelings." Hanna pointed out, "Which is a shame, because you're smoking hot, and that ass is so round and fuck-able you could have all the money you could ever need in no time. Hell, I know someone who would pay like $10,000 just for your anal cherry."
"Really?" Aria blushed, oddly flattered, "Who?"
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No matter how hard she pushed Aria just couldn't get a straight answer out of Hanna on that subject, and eventually they dropped the subject in favour of safe topics of discussion. After all, after everything they had been through together it would be silly to end a friendship over something like this, especially because Hanna seemed so happy with it. And she was earning so much money, Aria hardly able to believe her eyes at the number of hundred dollar bills hidden in the Marin household. In fact, the more she saw, and the more Hanna talked about it, the more Aria began to wonder whether such a thing would be worth it.
So here she was, dressed in one of her skimpiest outfits, sitting on a strange bed in a strange room waiting for another woman to come and take her anal cherry. If Hanna hadn't given her the key/directed her to this place herself Aria would swear that A was setting her up to get axe murdered, and while that was still a possibility she was much more worried about the prospect of her untouched back hole being violated by a massive strap-on. Plus, apparently she was going to be paid extra to get her butt spanked before it was fucked, although at least she would know what it was like to get her pussy licked by another woman. That last part she was really looking forward too, but Aria was totally imagining some old mannish looking dyke with piercings and tattoos walking through the apartment door. What, or more accurately who, walked through that door was somehow more scary.
"Mom!" Aria exclaimed as she jumped off the bed, her big eyes going wider than ever.
Looking completely furious Ella slammed the door and approached her offspring, "Selling your body, Aria? Really? You think that little of yourself? God, I shudder to think what would have happened if I had arrived too late to stop you.
Realising A must be screwing with her again Aria panicked, "I, I can explain-"
"I don't want to hear it Aria!" Ella tried to interrupt.
"No, you have to listen to me!" Aria insisted, stuttering out when she was given the chance, "It's just, you and Dad make basically nothing and are swimming in debt. I, I just didn't want that to happen to me."
"So your solution was to become a whore?" Ella asked in disbelief, before holding up her hand when Aria tried to speak, "No, really, I don't want to hear it. I just, I just don't know where I went wrong with you. I'm so ashamed, and the only thing I can do now is show you how I feel. So bend over honey. You want to be spanked so bad, I'll show you just how much fun it isn't."
As she spoke Ella sat down on the bed Aria had just got up of and looked at her daughter expectantly. The two of them stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, then Aria whimpered, lowered her head and then positioned herself over her mother's knee. There was a long moment of silence, followed by an incredibly sharp slap to her behind, making Aria cry out loudly. It was followed by another and another and another, her Mom slamming her hand down on Aria's skirt covered butt in a seemingly endless series of blows. Not that the skirt, or the thong beneath it, really provided much protection from the onslaught, Aria continuously wailing as she was so utterly humiliated.
Just when Aria didn't think it could get any worse she felt a familiar sensation. It was the same sensation she had been feeling all day, and one she shouldn't still be feeling, Aria absolutely horrified as she realised part of her was getting off on this. She was actually getting turned on from being spanked. Turned on from being spanked by her own mother. God, she had thought Hanna was a slut, and she was, but at least she didn't get wet from having her butt beaten by her own mother. Which meant that one of Aria Montgomery's best friends was literally moonlighting as a whore, and she still somehow wasn't the most sexually perverted member of her friends. The only saving grace was her Mom hadn't noticed, although that relief was short lived.
"Oh my God, you're actually enjoying this you little slut! You're getting off on your own mother spanking you!" Ella exclaimed in disbelief.