Lacey sat at the kitchen table holding a coffee long since gone cold. No matter how many times she considered the events of the prior day, she couldn't understand how she let them happen. More to the point, she couldn't understand, couldn't reconcile how it made her feel. She had agreed to give a stranger a blowjob for money. It was to get her father's prescriptions, sure, that doesn't change what she did, though. Ricky, the bastard said his name was Ricky, didn't let her "give" anything, he took what he wanted, he used her mouth. He called her horrible things. He came in her mouth and made her swallow. Lacey had never done either of those things. In fact, while not a virgin, she was quite inexperienced. Despite that, despite the horrible and cruel things he said and did. Despite the shame she felt at allowing it, she had to admit, it excited her, to be used that way. So here Lacey sat, stuck in this awful loop of disgust and shame at what she had done and arousal thinking about it, followed by more disgust and shame at that arousal.
Lacey is finally pulled from her thoughts by the doorbell. Thankful for any distraction Lacey gets up and leaving her coffee goes to answer the door.
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Jen had barely slept last night. She'd been dreaming of this day for years, she never thought it would ever happen, though. Perfect little Lacey had let Ricky fuck her mouth, and got paid for it. That's what it was, too, he fucked her mouth, nothing nice or gentle about it. Damn if it didn't look like sweet little Lacey enjoyed it. Those two idiots had no idea they were right in front of the camera her father had set up. Bless his paranoid heart. If he actually thought about it he would have realized he didn't have anything worth a safe and motion activated camera. His wasted money is her dream come true. With that happy thought, Jen reached Laceys front door and rang the bell.
Jen is surprised at Laceys appearance when she opens the door. Clearly she hadn't slept much either. Her wavey brown hair falling to just below her shoulders was still gorgeous, the breasts just a little big for her petite frame stood up perfectly despite clearly not having a bra on. And those hips leading to nicely shaped legs that her sweatpants couldn't hide. It was the face, still beautiful, but with tired eyes and a weary downturn at the corners of her mouth.
Jens face lit up with happiness when Lacey opened the door, "good morning Lacey."
"Uh, good morning Jen," surprise evident in Laceys voice.
"I wanted to come by to see you today. I've been thinking about you from the moment I saw you at my house yesterday." Jen was practically bouncing with energy as she says this. "You gonna invite me in?"
Laceys surprise turns to confusion, "um, I've kinda got allot on my mind today."
They've known each other since grade school but were never close. Quite the opposite in fact, Jen seemed to hate her for some time now. When they were little girls, Lacey had invited her to birthday parties she never came to, and being a couple years older they just had different friends. She hasn't really seen her since they graduated high school, so this friendly Jen, happy to stop by, confused her. Either way, she had other things on her mind.
"Maybe we can get together some other time," Lacey begins shutting the door while she's saying this.
Jens hand shoots out to hold the door open. "I think we should discuss your visit to my house yesterday," Jens voice is still happy, but there's a serious note in it also.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Jen," is Laceys reply.
Jen chuckles, "from the look on your face I think you do know." This was so much better than Jen could have ever imagined, "invite me in Lacey." Jen didn't ask this time.
Stepping back, Lacey allows Jen in. Looking around Jen sees a short halfway ending in what is clearly the kitchen and begins walking that way. Lacey, unsure of what Jen may know, and herself, closes the door and follows. Entering the kitchen Lacey sees Jen sitting at the table and putting down her coffee mug with a grimace.
"This is old, make a fresh pot Lacey." Jen tells her while looking around the kitchen.
Lacey, still unsure of what's happening asks, "what's this about Jen?"
With a sigh, Jen looks at the coffee pot and back at Lacey. When Lacey doesn't immediately move Jen raises an eyebrow. Lacey moves to the pot, empties it and begins setting it up. Once she has it started she moves to the table and sits opposite Jen.
"I'm not sure what there is to talk about Jen," Lacey tries again.
"How's your father Lacey?" Jen is enjoying watching Lacey squirm, not knowing.
Once again Lacey is thrown off balance, "he's resting, he's a bit under the weather today."
"That's a shame, is he why you stopped by yesterday?" Jen inquires. Laceys breath catches, seeing this, a surge of pleasure runs through Jen. "Michael mentioned you needed some money," Jen continues.
Not knowing how to respond, Lacey says nothing. Jen lets her sit quietly, enjoying the emotions running across her face. As fast as thought her face was running between confusion, doubt, resolve and fear. Jen can't help but think this is almost as good as what is about to happen. No matter how Lacey responds Jen wins. Her pleasure is sinking into her stomach, becoming sexual as she sees Laceys internal struggle. She'll probably have to give the video to the police and ruin her, ruin her father's opinion of her. Let everyone see she's not perfect. She's not better than Jen. She's worse, a whore pretending to be a good girl.
Oh, but if she gave up. The fun Jen would have breaking her. Jen had never thought about being with a woman before, but Lacey; hated, despised, beautiful Lacey would be licking her pussy and that she wanted. How she would love seeing the arrogance drain from those eyes. As those eyes looked up at her over her bush, tongue buried as far as it could go in her cunt. She was about to cum just thinking about it.
"I, I'm not sure: I have a lot to do today, I've got to get ready for work," Lacey says haltingly.
Jen smiles "but Lacey, don't you want to see the video?" Her smile widens as she sees the blood drain from Laceys face.
"Video?" Lacey struggles to get the single word out.
"Of course, silly. You didn't think I came to see you because we're gonna be besties, did you? Jen can barely contain her joy at the words. "My father had a camera installed last year, I helped set it up, guess where?" Jen can't help but laugh, a laugh with a bit of cruelty in it. "The computer you sat in front of stupid."
Now she let it out, laughing so hard her sides began to hurt. When Jen began to get herself under control, she looked at Lacey. Lacey sat there frozen, mouth agape, blood drained from her face, with eyes full of fear. This was too good, Jen began laughing again.
Finally able to control herself, Jen began, "so, this is how it's going to work," a thought occurred to her, "stand up, you don't sit unless I give you permission."
"What?" Lacey doesn't fully understand the words, she's stunned.
"Stand here," pointing to the floor a few feet in front of her, Jen snaps. Without thinking Lacey stands and moves to where Jen pointed.
"Good, now where was I?" Jen continues.
Jen is feeling a bit lightheaded, she's so excited. This is the moment, this is when she finds out. Her heart is racing, she has butterflies in her stomach. She's never been this excited, her panties are soaked. She just wants to rip her shorts off and make this bitch lick her till she cums. She stood where and when told to, she might agree.
Jen looks her over, "now, this video shows what appears to be an act of prostitution." Looking hard at Lacey, Jen continues, "in my house, while my brother was sitting upstairs. The right thing to do would be to turn it over to the police, after I've shown your father what kind of daughter he's raised."
Before she can continue Lacey jumps in, "no, you can't, it would destroy him. I've always been kind to you Jen, please..."
Lacey is cut off as Jen leaps to her feet and slaps her hard across the face. She stumbles back and slams into the counter. It takes a moment for her head to clear and when it does she sees a frightening sight. Jens' face twisted with anger and vitriol.
Voice tight with anger Jens words lash Lacey. "Kind? Kind? You never invited me to your parties. I sat home alone while everyone celebrated sweet little Laceys birthday." Jen continues quietly, "I walked the school halls alone, plain, no tits, chubby thighs, bad skin Jen. All while perfect little Lacey couldn't see I even existed past all the boys following her around."
"I invited you, you didn't come. I thought you didn't like me," Lacey dares to interrupt.
Laceys head is ringing again. It takes a moment to realize Jen has slapped her again.
