**A work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to any known person or people, location or event is purely coincidental. All characters are works of fiction and are depicted as 18 years of age or older**
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Part Two
She was still new to prostitution but knew enough not to count a handful of bills while walking across a motel parking lot in the middle of the day dressed as a schoolgirl. She looked across the barren landscape of the cracked lot and saw that Allen had indeed, parked across the street outside the bar that he was inside of. She got a text from him almost as soon as she started walking.
Allen: come inside the bar, you won't need I.D. but u can't come in dressed like a schoolgirl, change in the truck theres clothes in a bag in the backseat
She got in the back of the hummer, and counted her tip, it was $600. She was excited, she didn't know how much he had paid Allen privately but it must be a lot if the tip alone was $600. She would give it all to Allen even though she cold keep her tips, she just wanted to pay off her new boobs as soon as possible, to get back to a normal life as soon as possible. If possible.
The 'clothes' Allen had brought along were in a backpack on the backseat and consisted of baby blue micro denim shorts, no pockets, they were skin tight. White thigh-high socks, white strappy sandals and a tiny white band of stretchy material that barely covered her massive tits. She wasn't surprised by Allen's choice of outfit but at least her disguise of brunette dyed hair, nerdy glasses and the ponytail in ribbons helped keep her anonymous. She fixed up her hair and make-up a little. Now she was a regular whore instead of a schoolgirl whore.
She wanted a drink. She needed a drink.
She slid back out of the hummer and into the deserted daytime street and then directly into the dive bar. The bright sunlight couldn't penetrate the ancient darkness of the place. Weak country music squeaked out of the scratchy sound system. Two old men sat at the bar, one staring at the ball game on the TV, and the other, down at his drink. It was one of the few times she wasn't immediately gawked at as she entered a room.
The bartender however did turn around and got a good full look of her, he hoped she was old enough to drink, knowing that he wouldn't bother to check as he needed the business. In the gloom at the back of the long L-shaped bar was Allen and he had his arm around some tramp. Mandi felt...jealously? That didn't make sense, she hated Allen. But some weird sense of possession? Betrayal against her mom? That didn't make sense either, because her Daisy fucked people professionally and Allen didn't seem to mind as he kept happily fucking Daisy too. She was conflicted but somewhat turned on for some reason.
Mandi took stock of the girl, surmised some things quickly, she looked like the last hot girl in this shitty small town. Because it was middle of the day, middle of the week, she probably didn't work or go to school so she spent all day pestering old guys in dive bars to buy her drinks.
As she got closer the girl noticed and seemed to hug Allen a little more tightly. Constant quick sniffs indicating that she and Allen had done some coke and various empty and half-filled glasses indicated that they had some drinks too. The tramp looked unwilling to give-up her new found source of drugs and alcohol and rubbed Allen's large chest as if to claim him as territory.
Mandi arrived fully now and noticed the tramp was trashy but attractive. In a dirty, druggy, slutty, messy kind of way. She had a mop of short, tight black curly hair, green feline like eyes and a mischievous 'you'll let me ruin your life' kind of grin. She looked like trouble and her outfit confirmed it, wearing a tight, short, white skirt (no panty lines) and a big natural rack tucked into her too tiny yellow tank top, nipples poking through her bright blue bra. She was short, but still taller than Mandi, it was hard to tell as she was also in heels.
Allen swung an arm around Mandi pulled her in close by the ass and turned back to the tramp and said, "Roxy! This is my girlfriend Candi, that I was telling you about." Turning back to Mandi, "Candi, this is Roxy. I know Roxy from the bars around here from a couple years ago. We 'hungout' a few times" He smiled and Roxy smiled, the implication of 'hungout' being pretty clear.
Mandi also catching on that she was now to be called Candi. Allen's girlfriend.
From Penny to Candi, from one fantasy to another.
"Now I don't see him no more." Roxy said with an overly dramatic pout.
"Yeah well, I moved over to Wilkentville...don't visit too often...Forgot how hot and sexy you were." He smiled again and she smiled again and since he was already openly grabbing her ass Roxy figured it was okay to keep stroking his muscled chest, right in front of this supposed new girlfriend Candi.
Mandi would indulge it only because she was too tired to fight him. And because the truth of her being his step-daughter/hooker was too shameful and complicated to explain anyway, and because it would allow her to get a drink faster. She turned towards the bartender. Allen leaned in, informed Mandi that, "They probably don't have any of them fruity little coolers you drink at home..." but he motioned to the barkeep anyway, "Hey Arty! You got any of them fruity drinks..."
He was cut off by Mandi who said, "Two shots of tequila and a pint of whatever Allen's having."
Allen bemused by the request issued one of his raucous laughs, "Well, shit, Arty you heard the little lady! Line 'em up. Tell you what, I'll buy a round for the whole bar! Top shelf stuff too, not that bar rail shit you usually pour."
If Arty was offended by the suggestion that his regular offerings were subpar he didn't show it. Not wanting to ruin a rare, big afternoon sale he said, "I got just the stuff in my office - brand new, I'll be right back."
With Arty gone Allen produced a key load full of coke, Roxy took a big bump, he took a small one and he offered a little bit to Mandi. Mandi refused as she only had a minor interest in drugs and didn't want her first hit of coke to be in some dirty bar; with some dirty tramp. Allen had casually offered once or twice in the past too, she refused then as well, but he never pressured her about it either. If she ever decided to try cocaine, she wanted it to be with her best friend Amy.
Amy was still away in France on some weird yoga retreat, no mobiles, no access to internet, the single phone in the front office for emergencies and bookings only. At least she was due home in a few weeks, not being able to talk to her best friend during this crazy change in her life had been really hard. Amy already knew she was getting her tits done although obviously hadn't seen them yet, but she didn't know about Mandi dropping out of school (well, she was still doing the correspondence work.) She didn't know that Mandi was fucking her mom and step-dad and being whored out to repay her tits. She also didn't know about the big Mexico trip Allen had planned, she was most excited to tell her about that. Hopefully Amy's mom would let her go.
Mandi probably wouldn't be able to ever tell Amy about the prostitution, even though she needed a confidant other than her mom who wasn't much help either, Daisy loved sex, money and the low key criminal lifestyle supplied by Allen and didn't understand why Mandi didn't love it too. Why wouldn't she love to fuck and party for money? Daisy the nymphomaniac unable to understand her teen daughters reluctance to be a working hooker even though her mother considered them processional escorts.
Her mom was often brought out for dinner dates, social functions, yacht and casino parties. Small weekends away, but there were also a few times when her mom came back from a client weekend looking pretty rough, like she had really been used hard. Hungover, maybe still drunk and high. Bruised, ass pink and striped with marks. Make-up and hair hastily repaired. Clothes sometimes ruined, sometimes intact, always stained. Often her mom went on high-class escort dates, but she also had to do whatever she was told to do sexually. Otherwise Allen would need use his 'corrective measures' on her if she didn't please the client to 100% satisfaction. However that was rarely an issue, because there just wasn't much Daisy wouldn't do.
But so far Mandi had just been fucked really hard, no dates for her and therefore she felt more like a whore and less like an escort. She told her mother about 'Uncle Leon,' she wasn't sure but she thought her mom was getting turned on a little. Although at least she seemed concerned that Leon was her first, because she knew from first hand experience that he was rough. She said she'd talk to Allen about it. It wouldn't matter though. She told Mandi, 'in the future to try to relax, let the man do as he pleases and try to concentrate on her pussy and focus on the pleasure of fucking.' Not exactly motherly advice.
Arty snapped her from her reverie as he returned with his prize tequila and poured 2 shots for Mandi, Allen and Roxy and then another for himself and the two old guys at the bar who quickly registered and consumed the new drinks. Mandi downed both of hers fast, much to Allen's chagrin and then cooled the burn with her beer. The coolers at home had taken some time to work and make her feel a little buzzed and horny but the hard drinks at the bar were kicking in fast, warming her belly and the rest of her body.
Somehow she was still horny. 'Uncle Leon' and the 'Daddy' she had just fucked hadn't quite fulfilled her in the end. She had little climax's along the way, but that just served to make her more horny and right now it was being accelerated by the drinks. So far only Allen had fully satisfied her, filled her and stretched her to the max and had truly made her cum hard, but he did it abusive and rough and left her in pain. He wanted to make sure that she knew he owned her, not just the tits. All of her. And although she wouldn't admit it to him, or even herself, sometimes she liked it.
"I was just telling Roxy here, how much you and I love a good threesome isn't that right Candi?" Allen asked her aloud.
"Yes, Baby." Answered Mandi/Candi, too tired to fight, the booze starting to work.
"Roxy here is a hot little number isn't she?"
