Part 2
The casino was buzzing. Someone had just won big. I felt pity for whoever it was, they would lose it again so quickly. The house always won. Won no matter what. The croupiers were all smiles, smiles and fake tans. Fake smiles. They knew, as we knew. The other punters smiled, their fake smiles, patted each other on the back. Their "why isn't it me" fake happiness. They didn't know, didn't understand, that the house would win, no matter what................
Tris, my ex-husband. My gambling addict ex-husband, the father of my daughter, was an addict, nothing could change that. We had been forced to pay off his debts with our bodies. We'd done that, and probably more. The debt re-paid we were left high and dry. My daughter had been about to go to Uni, me I'd been the deluded faithful wife. I hadn't worked since we married, married Tristan the rising star in the city bank. Charles had been kind. He'd treated us kindly, after a fashion. He'd pimped us both, fucked us both, but at least he'd been honest. The debt paid he'd set us free. The trouble was we didn't want the freedom, we liked working for him. We liked the overseas trips, the clothes, the good living. The sex, god we loved the sex..............................
"I don't understand, you both want to work for Charles, after all he made you do?" Tris said.
"Tris it was you that forced us into that situation. You, not Charles. You. You know I'd never been with anyone else until that night. You were the only person I'd fucked, you bastard, you used us." I fumed.
"I'm sorry, but it's Charles that's used you," Tris replied.
"But it was you that forced us into that position, used us both to pay your gambling debts. Was Emily' virginity a price worth paying?" I hissed. "And you sat there and watched him fuck her!"
"I remember," he said.
"Getting hard thinking about it?"
"Mum, Dad, stop it. There's no point. It's done." Emily said.
We stopped she was right. There was no point.
"You're right darling, but he needs to know, to be told. You could have been at university, but now..." My voice trailed away.
"I didn't want to go to Uni, I never did, that was your dream for me. Don't you see, we're both doing something that we totally enjoy, together." Emily stated.
"What prostitutes!" Tris said.
We never used the word it was always left unsaid between Emily and me. But yes.
"Yes Dad, prostitutes, you're right, but at least now it's our choice, not something we're forced into because of you."
"Mummy do you remember the first time, when he sent us to London......................
The train took us. We had both gazed out of the window as it sped us to St Pancras. Anna escorted us, made sure we went to where we were supposed to go. We could have refused, or lost her in the crowds, but for whatever reason we didn't. The hotel was ultra-posh, just down the road from one of the embassy's. We checked in. The suite was on the third floor. Ankle deep carpet, king size beds in both bedrooms, which adjoined a lounge. We didn't have to wait long. He was young, which surprised me, only in his mid twenties.
"Of course, both of them, four hours," Anna said.
"And how do I know they're really mother and daughter, after all, that's what I'm paying for," he said.
Anna reached into her handbag and pulled out two passports. Ours. He was satisfied then.
"You staying?" He asked her.
"You wish!" Anna replied.
I lifted my hips, and his cock penetrated me in one swift movement. I gasped. It wasn't that he was particularly big, he wasn't. No sooner than he was inside me, than he was thrusting hard. I gasped again, as he withdrew until I thought he would slip out of my wet cunt, then he thrust forward again. He fucked me hard. Hard and fast.
"Of fucking hell, of my god, I...........am coming....."
It was so quick, I came quicker than my husband did, he didn't slow, if anything he quicken his pace.
"I'm coming.... again," I managed to pant. I was breathless, clawing his back, as I wrapped my legs around his waist, moving my hips to meet his thrust. I came again, and as I did, he pulled out of me.
"You, on your knees," he said to Emily, who was watching wide eyed, beside me on the bed. Watching wide eyed, her nipples hard, her hand I noticed between her legs.
I watched her as she rolled over, and got onto her knees, her pert bottom in the air. He positioned himself behind her, his cock jutting out obscenely in front of him. As he slid inside her I heard her cry out. He took no notice but continued where he had left off from me. She came quickly, maybe quicker than I had. It didn't slow him.
"Yes.... yes.... yes. Mummy.... I.......am coming again, fuck...." She yelled.
I watched her dig her nails into the pillow, as he fucked her relentlessly.
He swapped us over again, then again. He still hadn't come, and yet we had been coming for what seemed hours. My cunt was wet, and swollen with lust, but now Emily was between my spread legs, her tongue taking me to the edge of orgasm again, as he fucked her from behind........................
"God that was fabulous, I can't believe it was a year ago," Emily said.
"That was just the start, come on, let's go home, we can tell your father about our year there," I said. We stopped off and brought a couple of bottles of Cava, and some beer for him.
"When did you start drinking beer," I asked, "you were always a scotch on the rocks."
"Beer is cheap. Then I sort of got a taste for it. Anyway, on my wages it's all I can afford." Tris said.
We walked back to the apartment, then took the lift to our floor. I could tell Tris thought his luck was in. It wasn't. I wasn't going to fuck him. So why was he coming back with us. For one Emily needed to re-connect with her father, secondly, he needed to know how our life had changed because of his behaviour.
We sat in the lounge, the bi-folding doors open onto the deck, I had poured Emily and me a glass, and found a bottle opener for Tris.
"So where did you get those tans?" He asked.
"We topped them up in Baku this last week," Emily told him.
"Baku? Where the fuck is Baku?"
"Azerbaijan, and it was surprisingly nice." Emily said. "We were there to work, of course, but we had some time to ourselves."
"It was nice wasn't it, a villa overlooking the Caspian Sea, with infinity pool, could have used another couple of weeks there," I said wistfully.
"I could have been very dirty with that red head," Emily added.
"You said, several times," I said.
"Some muscled guy you had your eye on?" Tris asked.
"No Daddy, some long legged, curly haired gorgeousness, with big tits."
"Oh.......... Yes .......... I see," Tris mumbled.
"No you don't Tris, Emily likes girls, and boys," I said.
"Oh I see," said Tris, "I see."
"So does Mummy, don't you Mummy!" Emily added, but then continued, "do you remember that blonde in Frankfurt.....................
The club had a basement. A basement for some of the kinkier customers. Charles sat at the table beside the bar. He wasn't alone. Dieter a business associate was with him. They were discussing going into partnership with each other and expanding. We had been working for Charles for three months. Three months of which several weeks had been spent in Majorca, where we went after a week in Poland, where we had both had boob jobs, and I'd had a mini face lift. My tits were now a cup size larger, and were as perky as an eighteen-year-old. I knew that, because I could compare with Emily, whose breasts had also been increased to the same size. We were now 36D.
"Charles, Charles," Dieter said. "Let's leave it there for the day, we are agreed, now let's get our lawyers to hammer out the contracts over the next couple of days, then meet again, but somewhere warm."
"Not warm Dieter, fucking hot. Three weeks from now, Majorca, my villa!" Charles said emphatically.
