Lacey Maes a Choice

As Jen is walking through her front door Lacey almost walked into her heading out. Almost immediately Jen feels her anger rise. She fucking hates Lacey. Sweet, beautiful Lacey, with her perfect tits and ass. He wavey brown hair and fashion model looks. Even after they graduated and went their separate ways, the guys would talk about how hot she was. The bitch has always looked down on her for being plain. Looked down on Jens whole family. Sure, Bobby got in trouble at school for fighting, and she had got caught selling a little weed. But, Michael got a job in the oil fields making good money and she still had both her parents. Lacey lived with her scrawny dad, and him to sick to work, living on government handouts.

Storming into the living room Jen finds Michael on the couch, his friend that's always staring at her ass, Ricky, is with him. "Why was that bitch in the house, Michael?"

With a sigh, Michael responds, "She's not a bitch Jen, I don't know what your problem with her is, but she's nice."

"Why was she in the house?" Jen asks again, anger leaking into her voice.

With another sigh and an eye roll added in, Michael answers, "She needed to borrow money."

"You gave her money?" Shock and a hint of betrayal replace the anger in Jens voice.

"No, I didn't have it, now leave me alone," Michaels own anger starting to appear at her tone. "I don't know if you remember, but I'm the older brother."

"Well she better not come back after you go to the bank." Jen realized what Michael had just said. "What do you mean, you didn't have to?"

"Ricky lent it to her," was Michaels reply. "You better go grab your things, we'll be heading to the bar soon, and you're paying," he continues to Ricky.

Jens eyes turn to Ricky, as she realizes he's been unusually quiet. He's staring at the television, pretending he doesn't see her. Standing up he heads for the basement without looking at her. She's not sure what, but Jen is sure Ricky is up to something.

..........

Lacey barely noticed Jen as she was leaving, crowding by with a mumbled, "Hey." Her mind was reeling at what had just happened.

She needed to get her father his prescriptions and the insurance said they were cutting his payments. She could probably pick up another shift of two at the store, maybe a second job, but that won't help now. In desperation, she thought of Michael, she knew he had a good job and he always treated her decent, not like his sister Jen. Gathering her courage she went over to ask for a loan. Only, he said he just got back to town, hadn't cashed his check yet, and couldn't get her $300 until he did. Before she could ask when he might be able to, Michaels friend said he could help.

"C'mon, I got it in my jacket downstairs." Ricky stands and begins walking towards the back of the house as he says this.

Lacey follows Ricky to the back of the house and down a staircase. A bit of nerves at the dark stairs fades, as she gets to the bottom. There's a mostly finished basement with a home office in the corner, a couch with a big screen tv in front of it. A corner with old sports equipment and trophies. And in the back, unfinished area, a workbench covered in tools. This is clearly where the men of the family hid from the women.

"So, my name is Ricky, by the way," Ricky tries out his friendliest smile.

"I'm Lacey," Laceys response is a bit awkward as she's caught off guard by the strange smile on Rickys face. The way his eyes are roaming over her body.

Beginning to get a bit uncomfortable with the way he was just looking her up and down, Lacey began talking. "I can't thank you enough, I'm in such a jam. My father really needs these prescriptions and without the check from the insurance company, well." Lacey hesitates as Ricky just stands there looking at her. Realizing he's not going to say anything, she continues "I wouldn't be able to get any extra shifts until next week; then another to get paid: I don't have any other, it's just..." Noticing a shift in his eyes, she trailed off.

"I really don't know you," Ricky says. "I'm doing this because you're Mikes friend, but I only met him a couple months ago at work, I don't know" he finishes.

Seeing him pulling back, Lacey moves across the room towards him, "I know you don't know me, but you can trust me. You know Michael and I'll give you my number, so you can call me," tears start to form in her eyes as the hope she was given is being taken away.

Seeing her desperation, Ricky says what he has planned from the moment Michael said he couldn't help her. "Here's what I'll do, you say to trust you, but I'm giving you something, you should give me something."

"Like what? I don't have anything worth that much." Lacey whispers back.

"Yes you do," Ricky says.

Lacey looks up hopefully, he takes her by the shoulders and backs her up a couple steps and pushes her down into the chair in front of the computer. Realizing what he wants from her, Laceys breath catches.

"I can't," Lacey, still whispering.

"Then, I can't," comes the reply, and Ricky takes a half step back. Staring down at her he sees the battle inside her. The horror of what he was asking fighting with her desperation to help her father. He liked that she didn't want to do it, but was going to. He liked that was much as he would enjoy having her lips wrapped around his cock. He was already hard knowing what her answer would be. Then he saw it, a single tear run down her cheek.

With a tremble in her voice, Lacey, still whispering responds, "don't tell Michael."

With a predatory smile Ricky steps forward, putting his crotch right in front of her face. "Take my cock out, but first get that shirt off, for $300 I wanna see those tits." Lacey was frozen, "did you hear what I said?" Ricky asks harshly.

Looking down Lacey responds "yes," quietly.

Grabbing her hair and pulling her head back so their eyes met, "then fucking do it," Ricky growls at her. Lacey is shocked and a bit afraid at not just the change in him, but the speed that it happened.

Without breaking eye contact, her hands move to the bottom of her sweater and begin lifting. The smile returning to his face, Ricky releases her. The smile doesn't reach his eyes. As her sweater moves over her head she feels his hands grab her breasts, they're rough, mauling her, pinching her nipples through her bra. Then the sweater is off, he's staring at her chest.

"I didn't tell you to stop, whore" Lacey gasped at the name. Ricky laughed, "get your tits out whore."

Lacey believes him. She is a whore, she's about to suck his dick for money. Yes it was to help her father, to get his medicine, but that didn't change what she was doing. She reached back, unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, not even trying to hide her tits. That's what they are she thought, he paid to see them, and you pay to see tits, not breasts. With that thought, Lacey decided to get this over with.

Not realizing she was crying, Lacey looked up at Ricky. His eyes were fixed on her tits, a look of wonder on his face. Lacey knew they looked great, she thought they were her best feature. Maybe a little big for her, but not too much, somehow large and perky at the same time.

She tries to take control, to keep the anger that was there before away. Reaching for his belt she can see he's already hard. It looks big. She doesn't see it but that smile returns.

She hears Ricky again, "that's a good whore, I could see what you were right away." The words cut her, but she's determined to get this done and go get her father's medicine.

She unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down. She can see his stomach tremble a bit as she hooks her hands in his waistband, pants and boxers both, and pulls them halfway down his thighs. His cock springs out, fully hard, already leaking precum. She was right, it is big, at least 7".

Reaching up she takes ahold with her left hand, her right still on his thigh. Looking up at him she sees him staring down intently, she begins stroking his cock.

"Oh my god, you're enjoying this, you're not just a whore, you're a slut," Ricky says.

He pushes her hand away from his leg and brushes her nipple. Her incredibly hard nipple. He gives it a quick pinch, Lacey feels a jolt run from her nipple to her belly with the pain. No, she can't be enjoying this. Being used, being a whore, a wave of shame washes over her as she realizes her panties are soaked.

"I told you to suck my dick, not jerk me off. That means use your mouth." Rickys voice is shorter, almost out of breath. No longer, though, "Damn, I found the dumbest whore in town. At least you've got great tits, whore." Ricky gives a cruel laugh, taking pleasure in the name and how she flinches every time he says it. He pushes her hand away, grabs her hair and pulls her head towards his cock.

Lacey tries to pull back, but feels the top of his cock press into her closed lips. Quickly grabbing the base, he forces his way into her mouth, he shoves as much of his cock in as he can. If not for her hand he might have tried to push it all in. With tears running down her cheeks she begins sucking. When he feels her begin to move on her own, Ricky releases her.

Gently moving up and down the top half of his cock while stroking the bottom with her hand. She starts working her tongue around the head when she's at the top. She hears him groan and without realizing it begins rubbing at her clit through her jeans. It's just enough stimulation for her to realize how much she wants to cum. She knows she won't be able to get off through her pants and moans in disappointment. She's immediately hit by another wave of shame at what she's doing. At how turned on she is. Her need to cum is overwhelming. She rubs harder, but it's not working.

With her mouth moving and her tongue swirling around the top of his cock, and the gentle stroking of the bottom, as soon as Ricky feels that moan vibrate through his cock and into his balls, he can't stop himself. His cock swells in her mouth, his balls tighten.

Ricky growls at her, "No, stop bitch," and he pulls back, out of her mouth.

It's too late, though. She feels his cock throb in her hand, she's hit in the face by a long stream of cum. From her forehead, down the side of her nose and across her lips. She feels his hands grab her hair when she tries to move away.

"Open your mouth, you fucking bitch." There's anger in rocks voice.

He jams his cock into her lips, forcing it back into her mouth. The second burst of cum starting on her lips and finishing on her tongue. He pushes hard into her mouth, the only thing stopping him is her fist gripping the base of his cock. He begins fucking her mouth and calling her every vile name she's ever heard, and some she hasn't. Her mouth is filling with cum. Finally he slows down, stops and pulls out of her mouth.

She tries to stand, to move to the trash to spit, but he still has her by the hair and won't let her move. He forces her head back so she has to look at him. The smile is back, the anger in his eyes.

"Whores don't spit," Ricky says calmly. "Swallow, whore." With another burst of shame, Lacey swallows.

"Good girl", Ricky says with a pat on the head, like she was a dog that has just learned a new trick. "You finished a bit quick, so I think I'll have you do that again. Before we go back to the fields on Monday." as he's pulling up his pants. Counting out the money, he continues "Who knows, if you do this well, again, maybe I'll take a bit off your debt".

With that, he drops the money on the floor, turns and walks back up the stairs leaving Lacey alone.

Topless, cum on her face, in her stomach, filled with shame and worst of all, hating the fact that she desperately wants to cum. Knowing she enjoyed being used this way. Lacey quietly weeps.

..........

Something about the conversation with Michael, and the look on Rickys face was bothering Jen. Under a little gentle questioning Michael said he hadn't actually witnessed the loan. The two of them had gone downstairs because Ricky had left it in his jacket down there. Jen didn't believe Ricky would leave his money lying around someone else's house.

Last year her father had a safe installed in the basement and asked her to help him set up a motion activated camera on his computer.

"Just in case," her father said.

In case what, dad? You've got nothing worth stealing, in the safe or out, was Jens thought.

She was right, her father hadn't changed the password. Pulling up the camera files she saw there was one from today. Opening the file, she begins watching. 10 minutes later watching Lacey crawling around on the floor picking up money, she's stunned, and happier than she can ever remember being. Little Miss high and mighty, my shit don't stink, look down my nose at you, bitch, is about to learn a valuable lesson on how to treat people.

Quickly sending the video file to her phone and backing it up to her cloud account she deletes it from the computer. Practically floating up the stairs Jen can't wait to stop by Laceys house to say hi tomorrow.