All characters in this story are fictional and 18+
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APRIL, PRESENT DAY (6 months after the glory hole incident)
Désirée and Emily sat in a black SUV that used to belong to Logan, Emily's father. Désirée sat in the driver's seat with one gaudy leather boot on the seat, and the other draped over Emily's back. Emily was serving her purpose, laying across the center console and attending to her mistress' cunt.
Désirée twisted the chain leash in her fingers as her whore sucked and lapped at her clit like a good dog.
The rain had mostly stopped but the two 18-year old girls were concealed behind the water droplets covering every window into the car. The parking lot of the Paradise Motel was slick and reflective in the dull yellow light of the street lamps. Désirée checked her phone again. Her clients were late. She felt her pet's tongue slide down to her ass and smirked wickedly.
Headlights painted across the windshield as an SUV pulled into the parking lot making Désirée duck on instinct. A notification on her phone. She tapped the screen and smiled.$4000 was just deposited into her account. She watched four men between the ages of 40-50 hop out of the vehicle as her slave sucked her slit. They walked into the office and Désirée looked down at Emily's eyes rolling in the back of her head while she made out with her bald cunt.
She was rolling hard. Three full doses of MDMA and a Klonipin made sure of that. Désirée closed her own eyes and rocked her hips against Emily's hungry mouth. Visions of what was in store for her little slut carried her over the edge, and she creamed and leaked against Emily's happy little tongue.
A few minutes passed and Désirée watched the men exit the office and head down to the last door at the end of the building. The parking lot was almost completely empty, but they were going to need as much seclusion as possible for what was coming. Désirée pulled her purple thong back in place and opened the door. "Come on, bitch," she said sternly. She yanked the leash and Emily was forced to clamber over the center console of her Daddy's car.
It was starting to rain again and both girls' makeup began to run. Désirée led her doped up slave across the parking lot and over to the room the four men had just entered. The men were fathers of kids Désirée used to babysit for at one time or another. When she turned 18, she decided it was time to make some of the nastier fathers her clients.
Emily was stumbling behind her Mistress. The street was wet and she was having a hard time walking in her platform stripper heels with a head full of drugs. Désirée knocked on the door and a black man in his late 40's answered.
"Hello, boys..." Désirée said, flashing her slutty smile as she led her whore inside. "I've brought you something very special tonight."
Emily saw the three other men sitting on the bed. They were all looking right at her. She was starting to realize that Desi wasn't just there to buy drugs. Emily looked at Désirée and her heart sank as her Mistress opened a prescription bottle and began handing each man a blue diamond shaped pill. "Desi... What are we doing here?" Her voice was shaky.
"You're here to do exactly what I tell you to do." Désirée stared coldly into Emily's eyes to make sure the message was received.
"Yes, Mistress." Emily's voice was meek and shameful. She tried to cover her body unconsciously but there wasn't much she could do. Désirée had been dressing her like a whore for a couple months now. She was wearing a hot pink and blue micro bikini with a silver mini-skirt that let everyone see her cute little ass hanging out.
The men on the bed stood up and were surrounding her now. A couple of the dads Emily knew, friends of her father. They seemed to take a sick pleasure in having that connection to her. The men began to touch her body, pulling her arms and groping her tits and ass. Emily let out a little yelp that turned into a soft whimper. The Ecstasy made the contact feel really good.
Désirée moved behind her slut and wrapped her arms around her lovingly. She kissed her ear as the men started pulling out their cocks for her. "Remember, you're working tonight, Em. Make sure these men have a lot of fun with you." Désirée kissed the nape of Emily's neck. "Now get on your knees."
OCTOBER - 6 months prior
It was a Saturday night and Désirée was staying over at Emily's for a change. 12:01am and Emily was fast asleep, per usual. Désirée wasn't tired. She had business to attend to.
She got up out of the bed as quiet as a cat and slinked her way out the door and down the hall. She found Emily's father in the kitchen, sitting in a chair with his phone in his hands. "Hi Daddy," she said with a wry grin. "Did you like the video I made for you?"
Logan didn't look up. He just hung his head, dejected. The video of him unknowingly getting throated by his Emily, his own daughter, at glory hole was playing on his phone on repeat.
"How could you do this to us, Désirée?"
Désirée circled her prey, "I didn't do anything, Daddy. I just filmed it and stitched it together."
She stopped in front of him and lifted his chin to look her in the eyes. "You, on the other hand. You did something very bad, Daddy." She pushed him back against the chair and reached for his lap. Logan grabbed hold of both her wrists.
Désirée looked at his hands and back into his eyes. "Get your fucking hands off me."
She didn't need to threaten him. They both knew that she owned him at that point. Logan let go and leaned back in the chair. Désirée pulled his thick cock out and started to pull on him softly. "I'm not here to negotiate, Daddy. I'm here to tell you what you're going to do if you want to keep your daughter from finding out what you did to her. Do you understand?"
Logan scowled at the goth slut standing before him. He was still getting hard for her, all the same. "Good boy, Daddy." Drool dripped in a long strand from her lips to the tip of Logan's cock as she continued to pump him up and down.
"I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, Daddy."
