This is a sequel to Samantha Barnett's story, "Late Night Hookup". It's written and posted with Samantha's permission.
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"So... what? You just walked in on them?"
"Are you kidding?" Angela shook her head, her curly brown hair sliding back over one shoulder. "Oh my god... that's the last thing I needed to see. I mean... I didn't need to go in. It was obvious what was going on. I could hear it."
"Come on, Angela." Abby, as ever, was skeptical. "You probably misunderstood. I mean... your mom?"
"But I..."
"Sure, she's scary as fuck. She used the scare the shit out of us growing up, right? I get that. But we're 21 now. Adults. I can't believe you still think..."
"It's not that I'm scared of her." Angela shifted her seat, and took a sip of wine. "I mean... not really. She is my mom, right? But I'm telling you, I could hear her in the other room... she was like... spanking this girl... calling her "baby"... and "pet"... stuff like that. I could hear the girl moaning and uhm... you know. It was totally obvious what was happening." The brunette looked away, uncomfortable.
"Eww." Abby's face flushed red in the dim light of the bar. "So... what did you do?"
"Nothing, really." Angela took another sip of her wine and leaned in, not wanting to be overheard. "I went into my bedroom, but left the door open a crack. I could see her after... through my bedroom door... it was some blonde woman, maybe a bit older than us, dressed like a total slut. She was all flushed and uhm... you know... it was obvious."
"Gross."
"I heard them talking... after... my mom said something about some kind of app... and about the girl being uhm... pimped or something... then she left. My mom didn't know I was there."
Abby smirked. "So, the blonde was a whore?"
"Yeah. And look at this." Angela pulled out here phone and opened an app. "I checked out my mom's phone after and found this app... uh... it's called "F4F"... I installed it on my phone."
"Huh. Like... I wonder what that could stand for."
"I know, right? But look at this." Angela opened the app and tapped an icon. On the screen, an image of a young blonde woman appeared. She was posing in front of a bathroom mirror, wearing a very skimpy dress and stockings. One hand was buried in her long, blonde hair as she pursed her lips at the mirror, obviously taking a selfie.
Abby frowned. "That's her? The whore?"
"Uh huh. The profile's actually been deleted, but I can still access it through the cache on my mom's phone." She hit another icon on the screen. "And look at this..." A message box appeared on the screen: "Hey hey, submissive 25F here, blonde, blue eyes, 5'7, 121lb, 38B, looking for kinky stuff, if you're the type who doesn't ask but demands... hit me up. :) Xx"
"Oh my god... what a slut."
"Totally," Angela agreed. "I guess my mom... well... you know..."
Abby shook her head. "So fucking weird."
"I know, right?"
"So..." Abby tilted her head, curious. "... what are you going to do about it?"
"Do about it?"
"Come on. I know you, Angela. You can't let something like this go. You have a plan or something. Right?"
"I don't know." Angela slumped back in her seat and slipped the phone back into her purse. "My mom has the slut's contact information... her name and phone number... I'm a bit worried that she's going to take advantage of my mom or something."
Abby laughed. "Your mom can take care of herself."
"Maybe. But I was thinking... maybe I should uhm... contact this woman. You know, make sure that she's not like uhm... using her or whatever. There are a lot of scams out there. My mom doesn't have a lot of money and I don't want her wasting it on this whore or anything like that."
"I guess. I... what... you want to call the slut?"
"I could, but I think it would be better in person. It wasn't hard to track down her address, once I knew her name and number. I mean... I don't want to get into a big confrontation or anything. I just uh... want to let her know that I know what's happening and that I don't want her using my mom or anything."
Abby nodded. "I guess that makes sense. But I doubt she'll agree to meet with you."
"I'll just show up," Angela shrugged. "She'll have no choice. In fact..."
"Oh no," Abby shook her head. "Don't say it..."
"... I'm going over there now. I was hoping..."
"No. Really, Angela. No."
"... you'd come along for moral support?"
Abby stood up. "Nope. Nuh uh... this is between you and your mom and the blonde slut. Nothing to do with me. I'm not getting involved."
"Abby, please, I..."
"Good look, Ang." Abby walked away from the table, quickly disappearing into the bar crowd. "Let me know how it goes."
Angela frowned and then finished her wine. "Fine," she muttered. "I'll just do it myself."
Angela walked slowly towards the house. Her head told her that this was a bad idea... a bad idea... but her heart told her that she was there to protect her mother... something any good daughter would do, right? The glass of wine - OK, three... four?... glasses of wine - at the bar agreed with her heart.
So here she was, early Friday evening... on the sidewalk in front of the whore's house.
Besides... the neighborhood was decidedly not what she had expected. What kind of place would a whore live? Angela wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but this... a small, well kept brownstone in an up and coming area... was not it. The whore - "Charlotte", she had found out from the saved information on her mother's phone - lived only a few miles from her mother's place, but it might as well have been a different world altogether. Angela felt a stirring of anger as she thought about it. How was it fair that a whore lived in such a nice place while she and her mother lived in a run-down apartment two steps removed from a slum?
It definitely wasn't fair.
Angela arrived at the front door, took a deep breath and rang the bell. A quiet chime sounded form inside, followed by a chirpy "Just a moment "... and then footsteps. The door swung open and Angela found herself face to face with the blonde women from the F4F app... the woman she'd seen with her mother a week earlier.
"Can I help you?"
Angela swallowed. "Uhmm... yes. You're Charlotte?"
"Uh huh."
"I want to talk to you about my mother."
The blonde looked puzzled. "Your mother?"
"Yes. You know her. Her name is Kathy."
"Kathy?"
"You know." Angela felt another stirring of anger. This whore had so many clients, she didn't even remember who they were, even one's she had just scene a week ago. "Kathy... my mother. She lives on Grove Street. You were there last Friday."
To Angela's satisfaction, that got a reaction. The blonde woman's eyes widened and she brought her hand to her open mouth. "Please... I don't know what you uhm..."
"Don't play stupid." Emboldened by the woman's fearfulness, Angela pushed her way into the house. "You know what I'm talking about, right?"
"Hey... I didn't... what are you doing?"
"Would you rather have this conversation outside, where your neighbors can hear? Do they know what you do? What you are? I can tell them, if you want."
"Uh... please... come in." The blonde woman stepped aside and waited while Angela walked into the house. Once the brunette was inside, she closed the door.
"Good." Angela felt a wave of satisfaction. This was going as well as she could have expected. The fact that the woman cared about what her neighbors thought was helpful... something she could use. Maybe coming here hadn't been such a bad idea.
"Listen," the blonde woman started. "I don't know what you think happened, but it's not..."
"I know what happened," Angela interrupted angrily. I was there. I saw and heard what happened."
"Uhm..." the blonde woman's eyes widened. "You were there? But I didn't..."
"No, you didn't see me." Angela looked around the living room. It looked like a normal, suburban living room. Nice furniture... nice television... much nicer than what she and her mother had. Definitely not fair. "But I saw you. And I heard you."
"But..."
"And I saw your little ad on that F4F site. I guess that little profile gets you a lot of business, judging from your home."
"What? No, I don't..."
"Don't lie to me!" Angela felt another surge of anger. This whore... this bitch just wouldn't stop lying, no matter how obvious it was. Did she think that Angela was stupid? "I guess that's your thing, isn't it? Taking advantage of lonely women... I wonder how much money you've made whoring around like that."
The blonde woman's face flushed. "Please, that's not..."
Enough. "If you tell me it's not true one more time, I swear I'll take you over my knee and spank you, just like my mother did. Is that clear?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Angela almost turned and fled the room. What was she saying? Was it the wine? Was it her anger over this stupid whore's stupid lies? Or... maybe... it was the look of... what was it... excitement? that flashed across the girl's face when she threatened to spank... the look that mirrored the warm, dark feeling growing in the pit of her stomach and she stared at the blonde woman. The words of the whore's F4F profile flashed across her mind: "submissive 25F here, blonde, blue eyes, 5'7, 121lb, 38B, looking for kinky stuff, if you're the type who doesn't ask but demands...". Maybe...
"I... think you should uh... leave now."
Angela smirked.
Doesn't ask, but demands.
"I don't think so. You're going to show me what you showed my mother."
"But, I..."
"Don't. I figured out your secret, whore. You like this. It's more than a job for you, isn't it? You really get off on this."
The blonde woman looked away, her eyes wet. "Please, don't..."
Anger. "My name is Angela. Use it when you speak to me.
"Please, Angela, I don't..."
"Quiet." Now what? Oh, yes... "You are going to go get dressed in that slutwear you wore to my mother's last week. Then you're going to come out here and we're going to discuss how you're never going to take advantage of my mother again. Am I clear?"
"But..."
"Or, would you rather I raised this with your neighbors?" Angela picked up a piece of mail from the living room table and looked down at it, reading. "Charlotte Taylor?"
"No... Angela... please... I'll go get changed."
"Good girl. Now hurry."
Good girl.
Oh my god... where had that come from?
Angela sat on the couch, legs crossed nervously, waiting for Charlotte to return. Now that her earlier excitement... the feeling of power... had dissipated, she felt nervous and uncertain. Had she pushed things too far with the woman? Was she being ridiculous? In the moment, it had felt... well, if she was being honest with herself, it had felt exciting... arousing... particularly the way the other woman had reacted. But maybe she had imagined it? Perhaps she should leave? What if she...
"Uhm... Angela?"
Angela looked up. Charlotte was standing in the doorway, dressed as she had been the night she had visited Angela's mother. Just as Angela remembered, the black, low cut dress exposed far more than it concealed, and was set off perfectly by the stocking and high heeled pumps. However, what really attracted Angela... what made her breath catch in her chest... was the look of utter humiliation and misery on the blonde woman's face. Charlotte clearly did not want to be there, dressed like that in front of the her. As she realized that fact, Angela, who had never before found another woman attractive in that way, felt a sudden shiver.
Oh my god...
"Yes." Angela fought to hide what she was feeling. She instinctively knew it was vital that she not reveal how the blonde woman was affecting her.
"I uh..." Charlotte crossed her arms and looked down. "This is the... outfit... I wore at your uhm..."
