THE STORY SO FAR...
(Rose and Torrie had been childhood friends but when Torrie's mum married into money their friendship fell apart. As Torrie fell in with rich friends, Rose became bitter and twisted. Upon finding hardcore pornographic images of Torrie's mother on the internet she began to blackmail and humiliate Torrie, forcing her to fuck the loser of the school and videoing it, then using Torrie to take down her two snobby friends Angelina and Jenna. For a final humiliation Rose intended to make Torrie a prostitute but unknown to Torrie, Wendy, her mum had found out, and to save her daughter and keep the secret she agreed to take Torrie's place).
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Wendy Webster took one last look at herself in her vanity mirror. She could hardly believe what she was going to do tonight, she had strained her brain for a way out of this that would let her off being a whore for the night and making sure her husband Herb never found out about her hardcore pornographic past but had come up with none. She was helpless, like her daughter before her, to go along with Rose's twisted plans.
She pushed her long, straight blonde hair back from her face. Damn, she looked good for being 38 years of age, the last couple of years with Herb spoiling her taking sure of that. Normally that was a source of great pride to her but not so tonight, tonight it was likely to work against her, looking so hot and walking the streets in search of business. She stood back from the mirror to flatten the clothes Rose had instructed her to wear tonight and once again cringed at their crudeness. Her big, firm breasts were covered in just a leather black bra top and that was the only thing Wendy wore on the top half of her body. She had a short, black leather skirt, fishnet tights and knee high sexy, black boots and the whole ensemble as well as making her look like a whore made her feel like one as well. She took her long black coat from the wardrobe and wrapped it tightly around her body and prayed that Herb would not look up from his paperwork as she left.
She walked carefully on the high heels of the boots down the hall and briefly popped her head around the door to Herb's study and called to him.
"That's me off honey, remember I may be late."
She had told him an old friend from school was in town and she was having a girls night out with her, he had easily believed her.
He barely looked up from reading a report to say.
"Sure babes, have a good time."
Wendy hurried out the front door and around to the garage where Rose stood, arms crossed and tapping her foot.
"I thought maybe you had decided to bail on me Mrs Webster. Decided you weren't going to do it. I thought I was going to have to show your darling husband just what a depraved slut he is married to"
Wendy didn't trust her voice not to display her emotions and just settled on shaking her head at the teenager who was blackmailing her. Rose, herself wearing a long, dark coat and her dark hair piled sexily on her head, just smiled a cold smile, she had no remorse over what she was doing.
"Good! Give me the keys, I'm driving."
"Rose, isn't there some other way, please I'm begging you! Plea-"
"Shut up bitch! This is the way we're doing it, you earn the cash tonight and I keep quiet. Now give me the fucking keys!"
The girls voice was so hard and cold it almost frightened Wendy and she obediently handed over the keys to her treasured Porsche sports car. Rose laughed out loud as she unlocked it and got in., patting the passenger seat for Wendy to get in beside her. Rose knew exactly where she was taking Wendy and what would happen when they arrived.
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At exactly the same time as Rose was speeding through town to deliver Wendy to her horrible night of whoring, Torrie was walking up the drive towards the front door of Rose's boyfriend, Jazz. When Rose had called her up to tell her that she had changed her mind about making Torrie prostitute herself for Rose's enjoyment, Torrie had been overcome with relief. Had Rose finally come to her senses and realised how wrong all the things she had done had been? Not likely, when Torrie considered how her bitch of a childhood friend had made her fuck Gilbert McMaster and filmed it, had made her sell out and help humiliate her best friends Angelina and Jenna, there was no reason to believe Rose had suddenly had an attack of regret. And that was borne out when Rose had instead informed Torrie that she could help her in another' special' way. Torrie remembered the instructions and could only speculate at what they meant.
"Rather than whore that slutty body of yours for me Torrie, you can help me in another way. You see the rent is due and once again my mum can't make the payment. And do you know what happens if that is the case? No? Well let me tell you, I have to make a visit to our landlord and make 'payment' in another fashion, if you get what I mean. It's been that way for some time now, so to keep me quiet about you and your mothers antics all you are going to have to do is take my place. You keep Mr. Ramirez (the landlord) happy for another month and I'll consider your debt for my silence paid."
Torrie had kept quiet and listened to the dark haired bitches demands, she was in no doubt what she would have to do for the landlord but it was no worse surely than what she had to do previously. Could this finally be the end of her torments? Apparently not as Rose went on with an apparent afterthought.
"Oh and the car hire, mum's late with her payments on that so you can sort the guys at the garage out too. They're real charmers, let me tell you! So it's settled, next Friday you come round to my house at eight and I'll make sure Jazz can chauffeur you around for your 'chores'. OK?"
By now Torrie was more than aware that whatever Rose said and did was OK and she just nodded meekly.
"And be sure to dress sexy Torrie, the guys like that!"
Of course, Torrie had no idea that her own mother had agreed to replace Torrie as a whore that very same night. And Rose had chosen not to let either know what the other was doing for her.
Torrie had dressed sexily too. Her sexy body (she really was just a younger version of her sexy big busted, blonde mother). She wore a tight white jumper that emphasised her big boobs and a sexy little tartan skirt and knee high socks. She knew exactly what Rose meant by 'dress sexy'. She advanced along the street and as she approached Rose's house she shivered at the memory of her last visit there when that slug Gilbert had fucked her so humiliatingly. What a nightmare it had all been. Her head was down thinking those black thoughts when a piercing whistle cut through the still night air.
"Alright Torrie! Looking fucking foxy as ever babe!"
It was Jazz. Rose's sick boyfriend. Torrie's mind flashed back to his brutal face fucking of her at his house on the day the party to set Jenna up (and boy was she set up!), could it only be two weeks ago now? She hated him, had done before he had used Rose's blackmail to force a blow job from her and was not looking forward to this twisted pervert driving her around town to her 'jobs'. He slid off the bonnet of his car and grabbed Torrie by her hand, pulling her towards him until her chest met his.
