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   Southern Comfort

   Part III Chapter 8 - 12

   Story codes - MMMMFf,Ff,prost,blackmail,exhib,voy,anal,humil,cockold



   *** NOTICE ***

   This section contains graphic racial slurs spoken against people of
Negroid descent.  The author is not a racist, but is simply trying to get
the empathy of the person across.

   If you are easily offended by reading a story with such a racial slur,
your choice is simple.  Just don't read it!

   Otherwise, accept it as it is, words spoken in the heat of anger.

   Enough said. 
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   Synopsis: A middle-class white Southern family is blackmailed and
threatened with death.  The wife and teen daughter are forced to pay off a
debt by doing debauched sex jobs.

   Southern Comfort Part III

   Chapter 8

   Sunday morning, both Kendra and Sandra had bad, hangover headaches and
sick stomachs, but each was determined to make it to 11 o'clock service at
Riverdale Baptist Church.  Anyway, somebody had to go by the Holiday Inn
and get Sandra's car on the way home.  Jeff and Kendra stopped to get
Chinese food for dinner on the way home.  At 3 p.m.  Sandra received a text
message that read, "Both Be at Pink Paradise Club, 6 p.m.  T.D." When they
looked it up in the phone book, they found it to be a strip joint in
Decatur, a suburb of Atlanta.  Jeff offered to drive them and wait on them,
but they assured him that they wouldn't be drinking much tonight.  At least
they hoped they wouldn't.

   Sandra and her redheaded daughter arrived on time at 6 p.m.  When they
went in Dubois was at the "greeter" booth where ID's were checked the cover
charge was taken.  The black thug told Kendra to show her new ID, which she
did.  Minors were not allowed in the club.  Dancers were already on stage
doing their routines.  The surroundings were not as near elaborate as at
the downtown club, but there was a stage, music, tables, and a bar.  That
was all that was necessary.  The dancers didn't look as nice either. 
Actually, most folks in the South would consider them "white trash."

   During a break in the music, a woman about 30 years old, blond hair and
a full figure came up to the three.  Dubois introduced her as Maxine, his
manager of the club.  She was told to show the two new girls the back
dressing rooms, lockers, and how to work the floor.  Before Dubois left, he
set up their rules.  They were to come in with no cash at all.  They would
be searched before they left by one of the bouncers.  All money would be
turned over to them and they would receive a receipt.

   "Some of these girls have had bad 'accidents' and 'bad falls' when they
don't play by the rules," he threatened.  He turned and left without saying
another word.

   Maxine took the women first to a hidden area called the V.I.P.  area. 
One could barely see inside but black lights would make certain fabrics and
colors glow.  She explained that a customer could get a lap dance here for
$20.  This was where the good money was to be made.  They could get all the
way nude and grind on the guys, or girls, all they wanted too, just no sex,
and the guys were not allowed to touch the girls with their hands at all.
If they did, she showed them a huge Mexican who would pick them up and
throw them out of the club.

   She introduced them to the DJ who would play the songs they wanted to
have played for their set on stage.  They were responsible for showing him
which songs to play from a large CD collection before each set.  Each had
to tip the DJ ten dollars each night for playing their music.  She
introduced them to the barmaid for the night, Carrie Ann.  They had to pay
for their own drinks and tip her ten dollars each night from their
earnings. Maxine took the mother and daughter back to the dressing room. 
As they went, they could feel the lust of the men at the tables, undressing
them with their eyes, even though they were just wearing tight sweaters and
blue jeans.

   Maxine showed them the dressing mirrors and lockers.  They would have to
share a mirror together because of space.  Each would share a locker, since
they were mother and daughter.  The girls in the dressing room were pretty
friendly, though they started calling Sandra "Mom" because she was much
older than all of them.  They asked Kendra how old she was, since she
looked so young.

   "S....Twenty-one." she said, catching herself before she could say
sixteen.  They knew that she wasn't telling the truth because each one knew
the unscrupulous Terrance Dubois.

   "If you have a problem with any of these bitches back here, you settle
it among yourselves.  I don't want to hear it!  Don't bring me into your
personal problems or personal lives!" Maxine flatly told the pair.

   Maxine took the mother and daughter back out to the floor, and asked if
they had any questions.  "Can we work as a team, like say Naughty Nurses or
Cowgirls?" Sandra asked.

   "Sure, it might cut your earnings in half, but then it might help since
it would be a novelty act.  Some of these guys would probably get off
seeing mother and daughter doing sex and pay extra!  Whatever you get,
Terry gets it all for now.  If you do a good job, cause no trouble, and get
out of debt with Terry, you can have a job here," the manager explained. 
They really didn't plan on working in a sleazy strip joint after they had
settled their debt, but one really doesn't know the future.

   Mother and daughter were each given a Coke on the house and placed at an
out of the way table where they could watch not only the girls on stage,
but watch into the V.I.P area as well.

   Maxine's last instructions were, "This is the only training you will
have, so watch the other girls.  First night you come in, you will be
expected to present a good set of dances, and be naked before the second
song ends.  You both will stay until 10 o'clock tonight, then you will be
free to leave." Maxine turned and walked away and they didn't see her for
the rest of the night.

   They did closely observe the moves and dancing of the girls, how they
spun around on the pole, how they got their tips by sticking their asses up
to have dollar bills stuffed in their garter straps.  They took note of the
different costumes.  Some came out in Victoria's Secret lingerie; some came
out in short shorts and a tank top.  Most all had lacy thongs and bras, and
all were usually naked halfway through the second song.  The quicker they
got naked, the quicker they would start getting tips.  They studied the
girls going in and out of the V.I.P area.  The girls would get naked right
away and bump, grind, and rub against their customers for one song. 
Sometimes the guys would pay for a second and third lap dance.  The guys
would suck the dancers' titties; big tits and small tits, it didn't matter.
One girl was humping one guy's dick with a condom that glowed in the black
light!  Even though that was against the rules, the big Mexican didn't seem
to mind.

   At 10 p.m., Sandra and Kendra figured they had seen enough and would be
able to leave.  As they made their way through the table area, they were
propositioned and whistled at all along the way.  Several men wanted them
to sit down with them at their tables.  Sandy even got smacked on her
bottom once!  But finally they made their way out and to their car.  Their
clothes reeked with cigarette smoke again, so they had to strip and shower
when they got home.  Kendra was planning on returning back to school
tomorrow.  Jeff was already in bed, but Sandra, seeing all the dancers
seducing the men, was horny and jumped her husband and he shot a good-sized
load into his wife.  She slept with him that night, and she stayed naked
and his cum leaked onto the bed sheets.

   Chapter 9

   Kendra did go back to school the next day which was Monday.  Her friends
thought she was kind of different, but they attributed it to the shock of
the home invasion.  They didn't know that it was due to losing her
virginity to a big, black nigger.  She shied away from several of her black
friends.

   Monday was a free night for the mother-daughter team and they were glad.
Kendra got caught up on the work she had missed and her mother tried to
finish some of their costumes for both the strip club and bachelor parties.
The next day, Sandra went back to the thrift store and a couple others,
looking for fancy dresses for herself and her daughter for going out and
being whores.  She couldn't just walk up to the clerk and ask where the
whore clothing would be.  From her shopping experience over the last 20
years, she knew the clothing stores at the mall would be too pricey for the
kind of slinky dresses they needed.  And they just didn't have the money.

   Tuesday at 3 p.m.  sharp, Sandra received a text message from Dubois. 
Kendra would report back to the Pink Paradise alone, and her mother would
go to a place called "Sensual Touch." In looking it up in phone directory,
she found it to be a massage parlor.  The redheaded daughter was confident
she could manage the strip joint by herself.  She wore the shimmery purple
dress that she wore the night Dubois stole her virginity.  But her Dad
insisted that he would drive her there at 6 p.m.  and go back to get her at
10 o'clock.

   Sandra made her way to Sensual Touch, also in Decatur.  After parking in
the parking lot close to the building, she went through the door that had a
canopy covering on the side.  Inside was a very small waiting room, a
window and a locked door.  The opening of the door had rung a bell in the
back so an Asian lady came to the window.

   "I need to speak to the manager, please.  My name is Sandra, and
Terrance Dubuois sent me."

   "Ah, okay, Sandra.  I am the manager and I am Soon Lee.  I have been
expecting you.  Please come on back, Sandra," the small woman instructed.

   When she pushed a button, the door to the back unlocked, and opened a
little way.  As Sandra stepped through, Soon Lee explained that she must
always be sure to close the door shut behind her so it will be locked. 
They were in a larger room, which was brightly lit.  Soft New Age music was
playing through a sound system to give atmosphere.  Several other women
were sitting around, some reading, some texting, and one was fixing her
make-up.  All were scantily dressed, mostly in lingerie.

   "Ladies, this is Sandra, but we will give her a working name.  She is
new.  Terry Dubois sent her so please help her along if she needs help,
okay?" the manager spoke, but most of the women weren't really interested.

   "As long as she doesn't steal our good customers," one of the females
said.  "She's a looker!" The others giggled at the joke, but Sandra failed
to see the humor in it.

   "Come on back, Sandra I will show you where to get changed," the tiny
Asian lady said as she went through a beaded curtain to the back.  A long
hallway went straight ahead, and a shorter hall went to the right, but the
manager turned left into a locked room in which she pressed a code into a
keypad to enter.  Once inside, there were benches, chairs, a long vanity
with lavatories and mirrors, and a small toilet room off to the side.  No
door was available for any privacy in the toilet.

   "Did you come dressed in anything to work tonight, Sandra?" Soon Lee
asked.

   "No, I really didn't know what would be expected tonight.  I'm sorry!"
the pretty wife and mother apologized.

   "It's quite simple really," the tiny Asian explained as she handed
Sandra a plain but clean wrap around cover, like one might expect a regular
masseuse might wear.  "Here, strip down completely and put this on.  Put
your clothes in this locker.  Keep the key so your stuff will be safe from
the other sticky finger bitches."

   As Sandra began stripping off her clothing, the manager continued. 
"Massage sessions are $40 a half hour, $60 an hour.  If they ask for you to
strip, it's $20 more.  If they ask for a hand job, it's $10 more.  If they
ask for a blowjob it's $20 more.  If they want to fuck you it's $50 more.
The only thing you ask the customer is how long of a session does the
customer want, half hour or hour.  You do not under any circumstances
mention anything about the other services.  You let them ask you!  If you
ask them if they would like anything else, you could be arrested for
solicitation for prostitution.  You would be arrested on the spot if the
guy was a cop and be taken to jail.  But also, you would be out of a job
here, and Mr.  Dubois would be very angry!  Do you understand, Sandra!"

   "Yes, I understand," replied the auburn haired beauty as she was just
then slipping down her lacy panties to finish getting naked.

   "Let me see you," Soon Lee abruptly asked.  She reached and mashed
Sandra's breasts and pulled the nipples on each that had gotten erect.  She
pushed her fingers into Sandra's slit then brought her fingers up to smell.
This really embarrassed the mother.  "You okay, Sandra.  You keep your
pussy clean, okay?  Use feminine douche or whatever.  No fishy smell,
okay?"

   "Yes, I understand," replied Sandra with a red face.

   "You can bring your own lingerie to wear if you like.  The sexier you
display yourself out front, the more customers you will get.  But you will
always have boobs, pussy, and ass covered when you are in reception room,
okay?" asked the short Asian, now speaking with more of her Korean accent.
"I see you have wedding rings, that's good, some guys like that sort of
thing, knowing someone else's wife is massaging them then giving blowjob.
Gives them extra thrill to fuck some other man's woman, you understand?"

   "Yes," replied the pretty wife, thinking about her "date" with Bob.

   "Okay, you will be given shift hours and days.  We open 7 days a week,
from 9 a.m.  to 3 a.m.  We have men come in here all different hours
wanting to fuck.  So if you think you get morning or afternoon shift that
you won't earn as much, not necessarily true!  Okay?" Again with the "okay"
Sandra thought.

   "Yes, I understand." she replied.

   "Now, you take all money up to manager on duty before you start while
the customer gets 'comfortable.' Manager will keep a record of your
earnings and will give you your money minus $50 tip for manager and fee for
the house.  Just $50 for both.  Since you working for Mr.  Dubois right
now, you will get a receipt at end of night for how much money you made for
him.  Once you out of debt with him, and you cause no trouble here and are
good worker, you are welcome to stay and continue to work.  Lot's of women
make $1,000 a week, if they have good customers that like them.  They might
tip you more for a good fuck, especially if you let them do you in the ass.
You wear condom for fuck in pussy.  If you let man fuck you in ass, it's
your choice if you let him do you bareback.  Just keep your ass hole clean.
Okay?" asked Soon Lee.

   "Yes, I understand." replied Sandra.

   "Okay, you are older than most girls that we have.  How old are you?"
asked the manager.

   "I'm 38," replied the young wife.

   "You look good for 38, Sandra.  We have had some older.  They were real
skanks!  You will do well.  You are very pretty.  Now, we need to give you
a working name.  You good Christian lady, aren't you?" asked the small
Asian.

   Sandra was somewhat taken back by the question.  Obviously, Dubois had
shared with her about her background.  It made her blush, to be working as
a whore in a place like this, but be know as a "good Christian lady!"

   "Yes, I am a Christian." Sandra softly answered with disgrace.

   "No reason to be ashamed, Sandra.  We have had pastor's wives work here
and do good job!  How about 'Sheba' like the Queen of Sheba?" inquired Soon
Lee.

   The revelation about pastors' wives shocked Sandra, but eventually the
fact would make her feel better about herself.  "Yes, that would be fine.
'Sheba' would be fine."

   "Now, final exam, Sheba.  A customer likes your looks and picks you for
an hour massage.  You take him to a back room.  What do you do?" questioned
the short Asian woman.  Sandra stood thinking for a few moments.  So much
to remember and to add up.  "I take him to the room and close the door and
ask him if he wants half hour or hour massage.  He says hour and I get $60
from him.  I ask him to get comfortable on the table.  I take the money
to...oh, I ask him if he.."

   "No, no no!!  You have just been arrested for soliciting for
prostitution, and will have disgraced your husband and Mr.  Dubois is mad
at you!  You don't want that, believe me!  Tell me again, what do you do?"
scolded Soon Lee.  Sandy figured what would happen if she made Dubois mad
by being arrested and fired.  That realization shook Sandra, so she knew
she must get it all correct.

   "I bring him to the room, ask which massage he wants, collect the money
and take it to front to the manager.  Then come back to the room to give
the massage."

   "Good, Sandy.  Now you get back to the room, and he wants a 60-minute
massage.  You have him lie on his front and you rub him down good with the
oil we provide.  You watch your time on the clock, after about 20 minutes,
you have customer turn on his back.  This is his favorite part.  He can
watch you in your eyes and while you smile at him.  You rub him good on
arms chest, belly, and legs.  Then, most importantly, you concentrate on
his cock, get it good and stiff and slick with oil, but you do not make him
cum, just excite him and rub his balls.  Now usually the guy will ask for
extra because he knows you will make a good fuck.  He first asks for you to
get naked.  You take another $20 from him right then, and put it in a lock
box like this." The manager showed Sandra a lockbox with a keypad
combination.

   "You turn so he does not see your combination.  Only then do you slip
your covering off and continue rubbing but go back to his slick dick
rubbing it good.  You can lick the pre-cum off the end.  This usually does
the trick.  Then he asks if he can fuck you.  What do you do?"

   "I collect $50 more from him, put it in the lock box blocking his view
of the keypad, then I let him fuck me," replied the pretty wife.

   "Before you let him fuck you, what do you do?" questioned the manager.

   "Oh, I put a condom on him before I let him fuck me!" answered Sandra.

   "And if he wants bareback from you?" asked Soon Lee.

   "I say 'sorry, I only fuck with a condom!' then keep on rubbing." Sandy
explained.

   "Very good!  You pass final exam, Sheba!  While customer gets dress you,
slip on a robe, or what you have on now, take the money from lockbox, tell
him you will be right back.  You take the money up to the manager and then
go right back and escort him back to reception room.  You give him a kiss
on the cheek and ask him to come back to see you!  You see, Sheba?  Massage
business is easy, just rubbing and fucking!  Just remember the rules!"
finished the small Asian manager.

   Soon Lee took the desperate wife back to the reception room and
introduced her the rest of the girls, or women in some cases, as Sheba, and
that she will be working with them for a while.  Each female introduced
herself by her "working" name.  Just then the buzzer sounded, and a
middle-age white guy came in and each lady stood and introduced
themselves..."I'm Starla...I'm Peaches..." on around until it got to Sandra
when she realized she had to introduce herself!  "Oh, I'm San...no, I'm
Sheba!"

   "I think I'll take Starla." the man chose.  Starla smiled and took him
by the hand to go back to a room.  The young girl knew she had just made
money!  Then the others sat back down to wait for the next customer.  When
Sandy sat back down on a love seat sofa, another women, a redhead, sat with
her and struck up a conversation.  The others went back to reading a
magazine, watching TV, or doing a puzzle book, doing anything to pass the
time.

   "Hi, I'm Dee Dee," she said as she held out her hand to the newbie to
shake.

   "I'm Sheba, oh, well I guess you already know," she said.  "Is Dee Dee
your real name or working name?" asked the auburn-haired beauty.

   "Oh, we just know one another by our working names.  No real first or
last names are known.  It's better that way, for various reasons," replied
Sandra's new friend.  Dee Dee spoke with a natural Southern accent. 
However, when the introductions were made earlier, some of the girls
definitely had Yankee accents.  So Sandy was glad to have a "local" girl to
befriend.

   "Dee Dee, that girl, Starla, who just went back with that man, she
didn't look any older than my daughter who is 16!" whispered "Sheba." "Oh,
officially, she's 21.  But Dubois will let girls who are 18-20 work here,
like co-eds from Georgia Tech who owe him money.  The massage parlor
business is watched by not only local but state officials, so he doesn't
want to take any chances with under-age girls," Dee Dee explained.  Sandra
then deduced why Kendra wasn't to be sent here, she definitely looked too
young.  However, with the "sexy school girl outfit and pony tails on each
side of her head, Starla looked like she could be 16!  "Oh, since we are
talking about age, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you, Sheba?"
inquired the pretty redhead.  "I'm 38," Sandy answered.  "Get out of here!
Girl you can't be no 38!  You look younger than I do and I'm 30!" Dee Dee
blurted out, and some of the other girls turned around to get another look
at the new "girl." "Yes, I really am, and thanks for the compliment!"
replied Sandra.  "Well you will do well here, girl.  There are some guys
who like the "older" MILF types, especially some of the young ones.  I
think I think they have some kind of Oedipus complex or somethin'.  I think
they have always wanted to fuck their mother!" laughed Dee Dee.  Sandra was
sort of shocked about that.  But then she remembered that she had a feeling
that her own daughter wanted to have sex with her!

   Chapter 10

   Kendra walked into The Pink Paradise on Tuesday at 5 o'clock.  Even
though it was a "school night" Dubois had called and said that they had a
couple of girls call in, and she needed to be there for a 6 o'clock shift.
Maxine told the Jackson women that they better be ready when they came to
work.  Kendra was about as ready as she would ever be.  She asked for
Maxine at the entrance ID check and the guy waved his hand over at the bar.
The pretty redhead looked out of place in a place like this, but that was
how it was going to have to be.

   "I'm glad to see you are early.  You need to be here at least half an
hour before your shift starts.  You need to be ready to go on stage at your
shift begin time.  You go to school don't you, dear?" Maxine asked.

   "Yes," answered a subdued Kendra.

   "That's no problem.  If someone asks for your ID, remember to show the
one Dubois gave you.  I don't think you will find any of your classmates
here, but you might see one of your male teachers!  Let's go on back to the
dressing area," directed the buxom blond.  That last statement kind of
worried the high school junior.

   There was an empty spot back where the girls got dressed and undressed.
An empty locker was shown to the girl to put her belongings in and she
remembered to bring a combination lock, the same as she used at high
school. "Remember what I told you about these sticky fingered bitches back
here, darlin'" Maxine reminded.  "Have you and mom thought of stage names
yet?"

   "Yeah, we thought we would use Trixie and Dixie, I would be Trixie and
Momma would be Dixie, if that was okay." Kendra answered.

   "That's okay.  None of these bitches are using those names right now, so
it will be okay.  I'll post your name on the dressing mirror and your
locker.  I'm going out to tell the DJ to put you on at 6.  Be sure and get
out there and give him your 3 songs for your set.  I know you'll do good
honey!  I can see you are a smart girl and you'll be fine.  Just remember
all the rules I told ya'." Maxine put "Dixie / Trixie" on 2 wide strips of
masking tape with a Sharpie pen and put one at the top of Kendra's mirror
and another on the empty locker nearby.  Then she was gone.

   Kendra hung up her coat and placed her purse with her fake ID in the
locker.  She had brought the purple dress to use tonight, and a pair of
Daisy Dukes and a plaid shirt that she would tie up under her boobs.  She
had gotten these from the stash of clothes obtained from Connie, that her
daughter had left when she ran off with a black guy.  The timid redhead
carefully locked her valuables in the locker.

   When she sat back down, a nude woman came up and sat down beside her,
carrying a couple of pieces of clothing in her hand.  She appeared to be in
her late twenties, blond, but her tits weren't as big as her mother's or
hers.

   "Hi there, darlin'!  I'm Hot Stuff!  Oh, not really, but I have had a
couple of boyfriends who thought I was!" the friendly woman spoke as she
put out her hand.

   "Hi, I'm Ken...I'm Trixie," Kendra laughed more of nervousness than
anything.  This was the first time she had talked to a nude stranger of any
sex before.  "I'm still getting used to this 'stage name' thing."

   "Don't worry darlin', you'll get used to it.  I can see that you are
going to be a natural 'exotic dancer'!" the woman joked.

   The two chatted about trivial things while Kendra started undressing. 
"Hot Stuff" continued sitting around nude like it was a natural thing.  She
did have tiny bits of glitter all over her body.  She made the 16-year old
feel more comfortable.

   A couple of dancers came by and kidded about "robbing the cradle" and
"Does your daddy know you're here, little girl?" But the redhead didn't let
it bother her though.  She remembered that Maxine called them "bitches," so
she figured that the name fit.  When the honor student was completely
naked, it now didn't seem so unnatural since another nude woman was beside
her.  She slipped on a lacy thong and the purple shimmering dress.  Wasn't
much to get dressed with when you're just going to take it right back off,
she thought.  As Kendra was fixing he make-up in the mirror, Hot Stuff
leaned over and asked her, "Honey, do you mind if I show you some
techniques that might help?"

   "Sure!  I'd love anything you can show me," replied the young girl.

   Hot Stuff began to show her new friend how to apply her make-up to make
her look older.  She explained that in another "lifetime" she had gone to
cosmetology school, and learned how to make older women look younger, which
is what most wanted.  But she also had done some theatrical cosmetic work,
in which many of the young actresses needed to look older.  Kendra was
shown how to apply the foundation, rouge, powder, eyeliner, etc.  to give
her a more mature look.  All the time the experienced lady was sitting in
front of Kendra, the young girl stared at her boobs.  She hadn't bothered
to cover with anything since her set was over.  Kendra knew that her
momma's breasts were more beautiful, because the areolas were larger,
darker, and her nipples stood out more.  Her mom's were very symmetrical
and did not sag.  This woman could not say that.

   "There, how does that look, darlin'" asked the blond?

   "Oh, that looks great, Hot Stuff!  Thank you!" exclaimed the new dancer.

   "You are welcome, and you can just call me 'Hottie' for short!" then
laughed.

   "Okay, thank you Hottie!  Oh, I better go and pick out my music before
my set is up at 6!" exclaimed Kendra as she turned around to go.

   "Wait, sweetie!  Use this, I've got a bunch of 'em.  I'm sure you will
be needing someplace to stash all your loot!" the woman said as she tossed
the high school girl a fancy black garter to go around her leg.

   "Thanks!  I had forgotten all about that," said Kendra as she was
pulling it up her smooth, young leg.

   With the very high-heeled shoes that were bought for her last week, the
girl was still unsure of her footing, but soon got the hang of it.  After
going to the DJ booth and choosing her three songs, Kendra went and sat
down close to the stage.  There weren't many customers in being early on a
weeknight, but that suited the young honor student, since this was her
first night.  She had taken gymnastics, and dance lessons while in grammar
school and junior-high.  Now she was going to see if they would pay off.

   "Now, for you viewing and lusting pleasure, please welcome our newest
addition here at the Pink Paradise, Trixie!" came the intro from the DJ. 
This was it, it's now or never.  The high school junior, who had been made
up to look to be in her twenties, took the stage and waited for her first
song to come on.  She had chose "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Joe Cocker,
a good bump and grind song.  All the things she had learned on Connie Nix's
DVD were starting to come to her and before she knew it, the popular
Baptist girl was dancing in a strip joint!

   In her nervousness, the shimmering dress had come off by the end of the
song.  So the redhead was only in her lacy panties.  The second song was
slower and she put more expression in her moves and used the pole some. 
She played with her breasts and run her fingers between her legs over her
crotch.  This started making her panties wet.  By the end of the second
song, the junior honor student from Riverdale Baptist was buck-naked on a
stage with a growing number of horny men watching her!  The last song was
Nina Simone's cover of "I Put A Spell On You." A very sexy, blues number
that gave the sexy redhead ample time to work her audience.  Guy after guy
kept coming up and slipping one and five dollar bills into her garter. 
Each time she would give them a kiss on the cheek, then turn over on her
back, spread her legs, and played with her pussy for them.  By the end of
the song, every guy in the place, as well as two waitresses had come to tip
the young girl!  The applause was loud, and Kendra was so proud of herself
as she waved to her admirers before she came down off the stage.  At the
end, she wasn't a bit ashamed about her nudity.

   Chapter 11

   Not two minutes after Dee Dee had finished her explanation about the
younger men, a young guy, kind of nerdy, but rather cute came in.  When he
looked at the choices, he picked Dee Dee because he was one of her
regulars.

   "Hey, hot mama!  I'm going to take Sheba back with me to help her on her
first day, okay?" yelled the woman at Soon Lee.

   "Okay, you both work out your pay," the manager yelled back.

   Dee Dee took her customer and Sandy back to one of the vacant rooms.  If
a room was occupied, it had a red light on over the door.  "Appropriate,"
Sandy thought.  She asked the young man, whose name was Tommy, what he
would like today.

   "You know what I always get, Dee Dee!" replied the boy with glasses.

   "Yeah, yeah, I know, Tommy.  This is Sheba and she's new here, besides
it's the rules that you tell me.  You know that!" Dee Dee replied.

   Tommy said he understood and he wanted a half-hour massage.  So Sandy's
new friend collected the money, and told Tommy to get comfortable on the
table.  As they were going back with the money, Dee Dee told Sandra that
she was giving her the whole pay.  Sandra tried to refuse, saying he was
her customer.  But the pretty redhead told her no, she insisted, because
one day, Sheba could pay her back.  She didn't need to give all her
earnings to that damn mother-fuckin' Dubois.

   Upon returning to the massage room, Dee Dee said, "Tommy, like I told
you, this is Sheba and she will be helping me today.  Go ahead and lie on
your front, if that hard-on of yours can stand it!" joked Dee Dee, since
Tommy had gotten "comfortable" but was just sitting on the table, in
anticipation of maybe two fine looking MILF's.  The back rub started and it
wasn't a few minutes before the experience masseuse has concentrating on
his rectum, even licking and rimming it a couple of times.  He moaned as
she was playing with him.  After she told him to turn over, Dee Dee started
to going over Tommy's limbs, his neck, his torso, but then, of course wound
up on his pecker.  It wasn't but about five inches long, but Dee Dee got it
up fast.

   "Dee, could I have you take your clothes off and let me fuck you?" asked
Tommy.

   "Sure, baby!  Mommy will take care of his little boy!" came her reply.

   Tommy quickly paid the extra money and it was quickly locked away in the
lock box.  Dee Dee and Sandra both dropped their coverings.  Tommy thought
that these nude ladies were two of the most beautiful MILF's he had ever
seen.  Dee took a condom and climbed on top of the table and wrapped
Tommy's dick, then she slowly eased herself down onto it while she
straddled the young man.

   "Do you like fucking Mommy, Tommy?" Dee Dee asked as a mother would
speak to a toddler.

   "Oh, yes, Mommy.  You know I do!" he answered quickly.

   Then Sandra moved closer to you young man.  "Would you like to nurse on
Mommy's tits, Tommy?" the redhead asked as she nodded to her partner with
the auburn hair.

   "Oh yes, please, Mommy, can I suck your titties?" Tommy asked as he
looked toward the wife and mother of a girl not much younger than he was.

   Sandra bent over Tommy's face and held a breast out for the young man to
suckle.  He latched on and began to suckle just like a baby would, much
like she remembered how Kendra had done as a baby.

   "That's a good boy, Tommy.  Drink all the milk that Mommy has for you in
her breasts!" Sandra cooed at the young man.  She could hardly believe she
was doing this, but yet here she was, standing naked in a room while her
friend rode a stranger's cock, and she was feeding a young adult man her
breasts and nipples as if it were a normal thing!  The surrogate mother
alternated from one breast to another because he was really sucking hard.
Tommy's sucking was really getting Sandy hot and wet in her cunt.  It
wasn't a long time with this double "Mommy" treatment that Tommy shot his
load up into Dee Dee's twat, but captured by the condom.

   "That's a gooood boy, Tommy!  You gave your Mommy a good load of his
sperm today.  Maybe you will have a little brother or sister!" the redhead
complimented the young man as she climbed off the table.  Dee Dee pulled
off the condom from his deflating dick and showed both Tommy and Sandy what
a good size load he had given her.  Sheba and Dee put their coverings back
on, went up and handed Soon Lee the extra money.

   Sandra went back and got Tommy just as he finished fastening his belt.
She just brought him to her bosom and hugged him as she would a 12 year old
and walked him back to the front with her arm around his shoulders.  Both
ladies kissed him on the cheek, and Tommy left a very happy and satisfied
young man.

   As they sat back down, Dee Dee told Sandra, "You see, you just got to
roll with the flow and make the customer happy, within reason of course!"

   Sandra only got one customer that night by herself.  It was a
middle-aged guy who seemed nice.  He wanted Sandy to get naked and give him
a hand job.  At the end of the night, at 10 o'clock Sandra was finished
with her shift and Soon Lee gave her a receipt.  Dee was getting off at the
same time so she asked her if she wanted to go get coffee.  Sandra said
that she needed to call her daughter to make sure she was all right.  She
didn't tell her right then that this was her first night working in a strip
club!  When she called Kendra on her cell phone, she found out that her
night went well and she had made $400, which, she was told was good for a
slow, Sunday night.  Her dad had just picked her up and he was taking her
home.

   Now the mother could breathe easy knowing that her baby was safe.  "Tell
your dad that I'm going to get coffee with a friend and don't know when I
will be home.  Bye Sweetie!

   "Let's go get that coffee now, Miss Dee!" she told her friend and they
went to a nearby Waffle House.

   * * *

   For two hours, Sandra and Dee Dee talked and told each other their life
stories, and their problems.  It seemed like they were old friends.  Sandra
told her companion about her family's perfect life before Terrance Dubois
came into the picture, about the extortion and blackmail.  She told her
about Dubois raping her 16-year old daughter and taking her virginity for
$20,000.  She even told her that when she called her daughter tonight, she
had just gotten off from her first night working at a strip joint there in
Decatur.

   Dee told Sheba that her real name was Barbara.  Even though she was only
30, she had already been married twice and divorced twice.  She even tried
"shacking-up" till she really found out how much of a son of a bitch he
was. Seems he was going back around, screwing his old girlfriends.  Now she
was living alone not far from where they were sitting.  She had been a
real-estate agent, but when the housing market collapsed, she wasn't making
any money, so she had to do something in order to eat and pay a house
payment.

   Sandra looked at her receipt for tonight's work.  It seemed like a small
pittance compared to the balance of their debt to Dubois, and she told
Barbara so.

   "So because of your husband, you and your daughter are whoring
yourselves out to Dubois who, in turn, is pimping y'all out to different
sex jobs.  If you don't mind me saying, I think your husband is a real
bastard," Dee Dee said, trying to comfort her new auburn-haired friend.

   "That's funny," Sandy replied.  "When you told me about your boyfriend,
I thought that my husband was a real son of a bitch too!" Sandra came back
and both laughed at the comparisons.

   About fifteen minutes past midnight, Sandy came into her house, which
was dark except for a light in the kitchen.  Barbara had bought each of
them a sandwich at the Waffle House, so she wasn't hungry.  She peeked in
on Kendra who turned over when she opened the door.

   "Did I waken you, honey?" the loving mother asked.

   "No, momma, I just woke up when I heard your car pull in.  I've been
asleep.  I've got a test in Chemistry tomorrow, but I don't think it will
give me any problem.  Sandra sat on the side of her daughter's bed and each
briefly told the other about their night of working as sex objects for
Dubois.  "I'm glad y'all gave me dance and gymnastics when I was younger
because it really helped tonight!"

   "I'm glad, honey.  Now you go on back to sleep and I'll see you in the
morning.  G'night.  Love you," Sandy said as she kissed her daughter on the
cheek.

   "G'night, momma.  Love you too" her daughter said as she also kissed her
mother on the cheek.  She rolled back over and was sound asleep in 15
seconds.

   Jeff was already in bed asleep when Sandra slipped in their broom.  She
didn't care because she didn't want to talk with him, or be intimate with
him anyway.  She already had all that for one night.

   Chapter 12

   Wednesday at noon, Sandy received a phone call from Duboise while Kendra
was at school.

   "Mrs.  Jackson, this is Terrance Dubois.  How are you this morning?"

   "I know who you are and why do you care how I am this morning you
bastard!" snapped the mother back to her phone caller.

   "Now, now, Sandra.  Don't be so nasty.  After all I am giving you a way
to help out your husband aren't I?  I just wanted to call and say what a
great job you and your lovely daughter have been doing.  Both of you have
really exceeded my expectations," complimented the black man.

   Sandra really wasn't interested in praise from the unscrupulous excuse
for a man.  All she was interested in was getting rid of the nigger out of
her life forever!  The silence through the phone was deafening, so she
spoke up, "So what do you want?"

   "I have some work for you to do and Kendra as well if she wants to help.
There is a convention starting up tonight in town, some pharmaceutical
sales thing, and I would like for you and your pretty daughter to get some
experience in being aggressive in finding work on your own.  I understand
that poor Kendra is still using the dress I got for her last Friday.  I'm
going to send over a formal gown that one of my girls, shall we say, won't
be needing anymore," explained Dubois.  Sandra didn't like the implication
of that last statement.  "Did he have her killed, or just put her in the
hospital where she can't be his whore?" she wondered in her mind but did
not verbalize to her tormentor.

   "It should be there in about an hour.  It is a petite size, and I think
it will fit your young girl nicely.  I will want you two to go to the Hyatt
Midtown this evening and be there at 6 o'clock.  I want you and Kendra to
go to the hotel bar and look your best and let some lucky convention
attendee pick you up, each of you.  Of course, you can both go for a
three-some, but you will probably make more money individually.  And making
more money to get your husband out of debt is what it's all about, isn't it
Sandra?" asked Dubois.

   Again, silence as the pimp waited for his answer.  "Yes," was all the
wife could say.

   "You do like the sex don't you, Sandra?" asked the blackmailer to his
whore.

   Again, silence.  He was waiting for her to answer him with the degrading
answer she knew she had to give him.  Finally, she said, "Yes!"

   "Yes, what Sandra?" returned Dubois.

   That son of a bitch Sandy thought.  "Yes, I like the sex!" she spat at
the pig.

   "And Kendra, likes the sex too, doesn't she, Sandra?" again tormented
the man.

   "Yes," came her answer.

   "Yes, what, Sandra?" again was his reply.

   "Yes, Kendra likes the sex as well!" Now the mother was almost yelling
and crying at the same time into the phone.

   "Good, Mrs.  Jackson.  Oh, by the way, I failed to mention it when we
first started having our little talk but I am taping this phone
conversation.  As well, I have added a very fine DVD to my personal
collection, of Kendra stripping naked at the Pink Paradise, and of you
servicing a man at the massage parlor.  I would really hate for your
parents and the pastor and the deacons down at the Riverdale Baptist Church
to hear a copy of this conversation and see your videos of how much you and
your daughter have been enjoying your extra-marital sex!  Wouldn't you,
Sandra?" threatened the conniving bastard.

   Though the young wife and mother was shocked, weak, and furious, all at
the same time, she wouldn't put it past this evil man to expose her family
to embarrassing ridicule.

   "No, I wouldn't want that to happen," was all that Sandy was able to
choke out through her tears in reply.

   "Good, then we understand one another, Mrs.  Jackson.  I know it's a
school night, but when you call it a night at 10 p.m., one of my boys will
be in the bar to collect your earnings.  He will also have instructions for
a side trip before you go home.  Have a good night now, dear!" then Dubois
was gone.

   Sandra just sat on her sofa and wept for half an hour.  This man was
going to drag her and her daughter into the depths of debauchery before
this nightmare was over.

   A few minutes after 1 o'clock, a large black man, in a leather biker
jacket, Braves' ball cap, and dark shades showed up at the Jackson's front
door.  When Sandra answered the doorbell, she opened it to the messenger.

   "Mr.  Dubois sent this over for you," then the thug handed her the gown.
He smiled a wicked smile at her as he scanned here curvy body up and down.
Sandra again wondered if this was one of the men who initially raped her.
She just slammed the door in his face after she took the dress from him.

   After a quick supper, Sandy and her daughter showed up at the bar as
they had been ordered.  Kendra had fixed her make-up as her stripper friend
had showed her, so she didn't quite look underage to be there as a
prostitute.  The bartender checked her ID anyway, and even checked
Sandra's! That kind of made Sandra blush to think he could mistake her for
someone under 21, but then she just thought it was because she was with her
daughter.

   The gown that Dubois had sent was white, low-cut, and had a split up
each side to the hip.  No matter which way she sat on the barstool,
Kendra's curvy legs were on full display.  The years of gymnastics and
dancing did a lot to make Kendra's legs look good.  The two women thought
it might be better "bait" anyway.  They decided to just drink Cokes because
neither one really liked the taste of alcohol.  Sandy had called Connie Nix
during the afternoon and explained what they were to do.  Connie told her
that they should look their best, make eye contact with every guy that came
in and smile.  They should make up a good story about being from out of
town.  They could charge whatever the guy was willing to pay.  If they
asked for $500, and they were willing, fine, but probably two to three
hundred dollars would be the best they could do.  Connie also told her not
to let them finagle them below $100; that would come off as too desperate
and make them out to be cheap hookers.  She instructed to never let them
talk you out of the hotel.  Only stay in the hotel at a definite room
number.  If they could get their own room, it would be better, but she knew
they couldn't probably afford their own, so they would have to go to the
"john's" room.

   After about a half an hour two guys walked in and sat down on either
side of Kendra and her mother.  They started up a conversation with each
one and then all moved to a table.  Of course, the guys were in town for
the convention.  Mother and daughter said they were down from Nashville and
thought they would check out some of "the night life of Atlanta." The men
recognized immediately that they were either mother and daughter or
sisters. The men ordered the women mixed drinks.  Sandra looked at Kendra
in the eye with the intended message that "we had better take the drinks
and not complain." The conversation went on for about another half an hour,
and both mother and daughter consumed three drinks each during that time.
So they were pretty well light-hearted and giggly by 7 p.m.  The guy
sitting by Sandra said, "Why don't we go up to our room and continue this
party?"

   "Oh, what did you have in mind?" smiled the wiser woman.

   "Oh, we could get to know one another much better," interjected the
younger guy sitting by the redhead honor student.

   "Okay, what would you guys be willing to give us for the privilege of
knowing us better?" asked the older Jackson woman.

   A price of $200 apiece was agreed upon for each of the new prostitutes
and the foursome left for room 810.  Sandra wrote the number on a napkin
and strategically placed it on the table, so when the waitress or bartender
came to clean the table, they would see it, and know which room they were
in, which was another bit of advice Connie had given her.

   When they arrived in the room, Sandra, who had done this Friday night
took the lead in being sure they were paid and that both payments were
safely tucked away.  Each guy began kissing his own hooker and all began to
strip the other.  It amazed Sandra to watch her "little girl" strip a man
to have sex with him.  Kendra thought the same thing when she saw her own
mother, who had been faithful to her dad all these years.  When the women
were nude except for stay-up thigh highs and high-heels, they asked the
guys if they had their own rubbers, or should they use theirs.  Both
expressed the interest in fucking each without the condom, because "It just
feels better." Sandra though insisted that they get $100 more each for
bareback!  Each guy gladly came up with the extra money, and both were paid
first.  Then, mother and daughter fucked two different guys in the beds. 
The cries and moans of "fuck me" and "don't stop" filled the room.

   Once, mother and daughter were facing one another as both their "dates"
were screwing them doggy style.  In fact, seeing the other's loved one
getting sexed so savagely turned the other one on even more.  After a
while, the guys wanted to switch, since it was a "mother-daughter team" to
compare which one was the better fuck.  The guys had already found out that
they were indeed mother and daughter.  The women agreed and it wasn't long
before each came in the warm, wet pussies of the charming Southern women,
one a MILF and the other a junior in high school!  The men both agreed that
it was an even tie.  They were both great fucks.

   After their "date" was over and the women left the room, they headed
back down to the bar.  The sexy team again perched up on two barstools and
the time was 9 o'clock.  It was now one more hour to go before they could
leave.  They saw a large black man sitting alone in a booth watching them,
but they figured he was one of Dubois's goons.  No other guys came in to
use their "services." By this time several men were in the bar with their
wives or girlfriends and there were two other women there, seemingly for
the same purpose that they were there for.  As they talked, Sandra and
Kendra agreed that they were both glad that they were together for Kendra's
first time in a hotel.  For Kendra, it would be easier the next time if she
were taken alone for sex.  And they also laughed that it was the first time
either had watched the other have sex in front of the other.

   At 10 o'clock sharp, Kendra and her mother left the bar.  The large
black guy was right behind them.  He stopped them and asked to see their
purses.  He collected the $600 from the pair and simply said good night. 
Then he handed them a note from Dubois.  On it was written these words,

   "Go to Chung's Tattoo Parlor, and ask for Chung.  He knows what I want
you both to have.  TD"

   The address was given as well which was in a sleazy part of downtown
Atlanta.  Both women knew probably what they would be receiving, since
Karen Hasty had a tatoo above her cooter.  They discussed their options,
but decided that it was probably the best thing they could do, since Dubois
had the incriminating phone recording and videos of both performing sex
acts.  Also, Sandy remembered when the black thug stuck the muzzle of his
shotgun up into her daughter's pussy lips, saying what a mess it would make
if the shotgun went off, and the threats made against her since then.  They
thought that after the nightmare was over, they could have the vulgar
markings removed with a laser.

   They found the tattoo shop and went in asking for Chung.  Chung came
from the back and asked if Mr.  Dubois had sent them.  When they answered
that they were, he asked the mother and daughter to follow him.  He
informed them that he did clean and first-class work.  Mr.  Dubois was very
specific about what they were to receive and that he had paid for the tats.


   "Who wants to go first?" the short China-man asked.

   "I guess I will," Sandy begrudgingly said.

   "Good, please take off all your clothes and lay back on the table."
Chung instructed.

   "What!?" Sandra almost shouted.

   "You heard me.  Take off all your clothes and lay back on the table,"
repeated Chung.

   The auburn-haired mother did as she was told.  Neither woman had
received a tatoo before, but knew it would be painful.  Chung disinfected
the top of Sandy's right breast and started to work.  Since the breast was
more tender, it was painful as the man engraved writing right over her
areola.  Finally, he was through, and Sandra started to get up.

   "I'm not through!  Lay back, prease!" Chung commanded in his Chinese
accent.

   Again, Sandra was forced to endure the humiliation, but this time he was
putting his writing right above her vagina, as he stood between her splayed
legs.  Neither woman could see what was being written, but dreaded to see
what they were to receive.

   "Okay, I am finished now.  You can get up and look in the mirror to see
my handiwork!" Chung said.

   The mother got off the table and stood in front of the full-sized
mirror. Even though she saw the writing backwards, she could easily make
out what it was.  Sandra threw her hands over her face and began to sob. 
Over her right breast were the clear words, "SUCK ME" and over her vagina
was the single word "WHORE." She sat naked in the chair beside where her
daughter was sitting and continued to weep uncontrollably.

   "Okay, young lady.  You next!" Chung told Kendra.

   Now knowing what she was in for, Kendra stripped her clothes off and
courageously lay back on the table.  Chung disinfected the top of the
girl's left breast and started his work.  Kendra's eyes filled with tears,
which ran down the side of her head toward her ears.  The weeping wasn't so
much the pain, but the humiliation and degradation of being branded in such
a vulgar way for the rest of her life.  When Chung was finished with her
breast, he then went to her pubis and disinfected there in preparation.

   "You have very pretty pussy!" Chung complemented, adding to her shame
and disgrace.

   After several minutes, the China-man was finished and told her to look
in the mirror as well.  When she looked, she saw the words "SUCK ME" over
her left breast, but over her cunt was the word "SLUT" just as her friend
had tatooed over her pussy.

   The older Asian man instructed them on how to treat their tatoos until
they were completely healed.  Sandra and her daughter quickly dressed and
hurried out of the tatoo parlor to their car.  Neither one said much on the
way home, but just silently wept.  By the time they got home, it was ten
minutes past midnight.  Both mother and daughter douched the strangers' cum
out of their cunts, that hadn't already seeped out, then went to
bed...together, after kissing and comforting one another for 15 minutes.

   * * *

   At 10 o'clock next morning, Kendra texted her mom that the debate team
was having a meeting that evening and wondered if she could get out of
working the convention at the hotel that night.  Sandy sent Dubois a text
saying "K has school event, needs nite off".  Shortly, she received her
answer back, "K okay.  Mom whore needs 2 fuck twice as much." The prick,
she muttered, knowing that she would have to try extra hard to get two
sessions in tonight.  The implication of "whore" was very much felt in the
skin over her pubis.  Sandy went to the mall that afternoon and bought a
very nice cocktail dress.  It was very short, with a strap that simply came
up between her breasts and tied behind her back.  She charged it on Jeff's
credit card, justifying that he should pay for it, since he got her into
this mess in the first place!

   That evening, Sandra worked extra hard on her hair and make up.  The
auburn-haired beauty put some of Kendra's perfume on.  The dress really
accentuated her boobs, which were practically spilling out the top of the
green dress and one could clearly see the words "SUCK ME" tatooed on her
breast right over her brown areola.  A month ago, she would never dream of
exhibiting herself like a tramp.  Now, she really didn't care!  In fact, it
excited her so that she felt a tingle in her twat.

   Looking again in the mirror, she felt she would certainly be good enough
"bait" to snag a "john" in the hotel bar tonight, on her own.  When she
walked through the living room and Jeff saw her, he immediately got an
erection.  Even though he knew she would be going out and committing
adultery against him this evening, it didn't matter.  It turned him on!  He
tried to get a kiss from his wife before she left.  But she only gave him a
peck on the lips as she was walking out, in a very uninterested manner. 
She already had a wrap around her shoulders, which covered the tatoo on her
breast, so her husband did not see it.

   "Don't wait up for me, Jeff!" was all she said as she closed the door
behind her.  It seemed to the husband that his wife was shutting him out of
her life, which, in reality, she was!  Kendra left the house at 6:30 and
got back home at 9:00.  Within that 2 1/2 hour period, Jeff jacked off
three times, thinking about the way his wife looked and smelled and what
she must be doing right then.

   When Jeff's wife arrived at the Hyatt Atlanta Midtown bar, there were
two other women in slinky dresses sitting around.  When they saw the
38-year old newcomer walk in and sit down, both came up to her and
threatened her.

   "Hey, old lady, this is our turf!  Why don't you go back to the nursing
home and get you some shriveled dick old man to do!" She told the two women
that she didn't want any trouble, that she was in trouble and needed the
money.  That didn't phase the two blonds in the least and continued
intimidating her.

   Just as Sandy was getting ready to get off her barstool and leave, a
large black man came up behind the two women and simply said, "Hey, back
off!" However, while he was saying those three words, he snapped open a
switchblade knife at his waist, out of sight of anybody but the three
women.

   "Okay, okay!  We don't want any trouble." The two strange hookers turned
and walked quickly out the door of the bar.  The big black guy simply
closed up his knife, put it back in is coat pocket and slowly walked out
the door also!

   Within about a minute, when Sandra forced herself to breathe again
before she passed out, she thought about what had just happened.  One of
Dubois' goons was watching her and stepped in before things got out of
hand. She was thankful for that.  Apparently, those two "ladies of the
evening" had worked this bar before and didn't want any competition.  She
resented the nursing home remark, thinking that she looked just as hot,
maybe even better than the two twenty-something sluts.  Sandy ordered a
mixed drink to help calm her back down.

   Before long, a group of guys came in that looked like convention
attendees.  One spotted the auburn-haired beauty sitting on a barstool,
with her legs crossed showing plenty of leg as well as cleavage on top.  He
came over and introduced himself as Jim from Chicago.  Again, Sandra
introduced herself as being from Nashville, and her name was Katie.  After
a few minutes of small talk, Jim mentioned her wedding rings.  "Damn" she
thought, "I forgot to take them off again!" She made up a story about her
husband had just left her for a younger woman and she came down to Atlanta
to see her sister.

   "Well, your husband is a fool for leaving a beautiful woman such as
yourself!" Jim said, hitting on the beautiful MILF.  It did make her feel
good, even though she knew it was probably a pick-up line.  She blushed and
said, "Thank you, Jim.  That's so sweet of you.  I'm afraid I don't hear
compliments like that much any more," she told him as she laid her soft
hand on his thigh that was next to hers.

   Jim leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I'd like to tell you that
all night, if you'd let me as well as taking you up on the invitation on
your breast," referring to the tatoo.

   "Well, the price of telling me that all night would be $500, tax
included," Katie said with a smile.

   "I think that would be a bargain.  Let's go!" Jim proclaimed as he paid
for their drinks and gently took her elbow,escorting her out of the bar. 
Once in the room, and the money exchange was made, Sandra did a slow strip
tease for her date.  When she was down to her hose and heels, Jim saw the
WHORE branded in over her cunt, and he simply said, "Nice!" She started
peeling Jim's clothes off, piece by piece and dropping them in the floor.

   "Do you like my new tatoos, Jim?" Sandy asked.  I got them especially
for you."

   "Are you really a whore, Katie?" Jim asked.

   "Let me show you how much of a whore I am, lover!" she answered in a
sultry voice.

   This time, Sandra started kissing the man who was about 30, again
forgetting what Connie had told her.  There was just something about
kissing with plenty of tongue a man whom she was about to have sex with. 
After passionately kissing him, Sandy slowly kissed down his tall body
until she got to his eight inch cock, which was already standing at
attention.  She took it into her mouth and began a love relationship with
his prick.  She licked, tongued, jacked off, and scraped it with her teeth
for the longest time.

   Suddenly, Jim yelled, "I'm going to cum, Katie!  I'm going to cum!"

   Sandra did not want any of the creamy semen to go to waste for she had a
plan for it.  She clamped her mouth over the big head of his dick and took
his whole load in her mouth.  She had to swallow some but captured and held
most of the stranger's semen in her mouth.  Then she sat back on her
haunches, with her legs under her, slipped her wedding rings off and
slipped them into her mouth, with the semen still filling her mouth.  After
swishing them around in a cum bath, she pulled them out, spit another good
coating of sperm on the set, then laid them on the night stand beside the
bed.  After that, Sandy made a great scene of swallowing all of Jim's fresh
cum, smacking her lips, and saying "Mmmmmm!"

   Jim laughed and told her, "You are one evil and nasty whore, Katie! 
That son of a bitch husband of yours will deserve that."

   After lying together on the bed for a while, giving Jim time to
recuperate, Sandra began sucking his cock again, this time with the
intention of it going inside her pussy, or maybe even her ass!  It didn't
take long before he was hard again, and he got on top of the pretty wife of
another man and slipped his cock up into her married pussy.  It was hard,
hot, and very thick.  The cuckolding wife could feel every throbbing vein
as it slid into her love channel.

   "Katie, you are so tight, baby!" Jim told her.  "I'm going to give you a
real fucking!"

   "Fuck that married pussy!  Fuck that married pussy!  Fuck that married
pussy!", Sandy kept encouraging him as he pounded her vagina.

   "Fuck my married pussy!  Fuck my married pussy!  Fuck my married pussy!"
she wailed.

   Never before had she used such language with anyone, not even her own
husband.  But it didn't take long before it had the desired result.  Jim
shot off another hot load of baby-making cream up into the uterus that
would never see an egg again.  Both wife and stranger moaned and howled at
the release of their simultaneous orgasms.  Jim collapsed upon the
billowing pillows of Sandy's breasts, with nipples erect and red.  After a
few minutes, and further pumping into her slick, wet birth chute, he was
hard again!

   "My, my, how can you get it up so much?" quizzed Sandra.

   "Little blue pills!  Thank God for Pfizer!" he yelled and they both
laughed.

   When Jim was good and hard, Sandra looked up at her one-night lover and
said, "Jim, would you do me a favor?"

   "Any thing for you, sweetie!" he replied.

   "Would you fuck me in my ass?" she asked in a little girl voice and
puppy dog eyes.

   "Yes, ma'am!" he said.  Then, he flipped her over on her stomach!

   Sandra had failed to bring any K-Y jelly with her tonight, but she had
seen some hand lotion in the hotel room's bathroom.  The nude wife crawled
out of the bed and walked with a swinging ass to retrieve the bottle. 
After she crawled back in bed, Sandy coated Jim's hard cock with lotion
then gave him the bottle to spread around and in her sphincter.  "Katie"
pushed her ass up toward her "date" for him to perform sodomy on her.  She
had never had this done to her, but she had always wondered for 38-years
what it would be like.  He covered his index finger and slowly pushed his
finger in her anal cavity, and with more lotion, he pushed two, then three
fingers.  He was experienced at giving a woman anal.

   All the while, Sandra was moaning and gasping, "Oh, Jim!  That feels so
good!  Oh, fuck!  Please be gentle, this is my first time!  Oh, fuck my
asshole, Jim!" This encouragement was driving the convention attendee crazy
with lust.

   After thorough preparation, Jim slowly eased and tried to push the
mushroom head of his dick into the auburn-haired wife and mother.  Sandra
bit her lip and squeezed her eyes together to endure the pain, but then she
felt the ring being penetrated by the head as it plopped in.

   "Just relax, Katie.  I'll go slow for you," assured the younger man. 
After a minute for her to get accustomed to the foreign invasion, he very
slowly pushed in, bit by bit, then backed out the same bit by bit, until
Jim had his whole cock buried up into the asshole of Sandra Jackson.  The
pretty mother felt the pubic hair of her ass-screwer scratch against her
butt cheeks.  He began the process of slowly increasing in tempo, fucking
the woman's ass, sodomizing this sexy creature that had begged for this.

   "EEEAAAAUUUGGHHH fuck my ass!  EEEAAAAUUUGGHHH fuck this wife's ass! 
EEEAAAAUUUGGHHH fuck my married ass!" cried the MILF as Jim reached the
mighty crescendo of the night.

   "OOOhhhhhhhh!  Here it comes Katie!  Take my sperm in your ass, bitch!
Ohhhhhhh gawd!" he screamed as he shot spurt after spurt into Sandra's
colon.  Sandra could feel the creamy man-juice as it flooded her bowels and
was amazed at how much spunk he could still produce after two earlier
orgasms.

   When they were finished, Sandy had an idea.  She got her cell phone and
with the camera made Jim take pictures of his white cream coming out of
both her cunt and her ass hole.  She had to show this to her daughter, she
thought.  Then they fell asleep in each other's arms.

   At 3 o'clock, Sandra awoke with Jim spooning her back and his left arm
draped over her still naked body.  They had both fallen asleep after the
tremendous night of copulation and sodomy.  Her "john" was still sound
asleep.  She slipped out of bed, quickly put her clothes and shoes back on,
retrieved her coat and purse, and carefully picked up her wedding wrings
crusted with a stranger's cum and safely tucked them away in her purse so
the coating would not easily come off.

   Sandy knew that she would never again see this stranger, in all
likelihood, but she wanted to give him something to remember her by. 
Quickly, she reapplied her lipstick, and wrote on a complimentary pad of
paper on the room table,

   "Thanks for the wonderful night, Jim.  You were a wonderful lover! 
Katie,"

   She put her lips to the paper leaving a definite kiss smudge with the
lipstick.  She laid the note on the top of her pillow and slipped out of
the room.  Sandy felt that her bottom was sore, but she didn't care.  She
had been a wild, wicked, and decadent whore tonight!  As she stepped off
the elevator on the ground floor, the large black man who had earlier
tonight came to her rescue, stood up from a lobby chair and walked toward
her.  He held out his hand, and she gave him the small purse she carried.
He opened it, saw the folded bills amounting to $500, then smiled at her
and gave her back the purse.  He turned and walked away without a word and
Sandra made her way back to her vehicle.

   On the way home, with a strange man's ejaculate oozing out of her ass
hole, she thought about what she had done tonight, and what it felt like.
She had very conflicting feelings.  On the one side, she felt guilty for
committing adultery and participating in not just vaginal but anal sex with
someone besides her husband and a complete stranger at that!  This was not
right for a Christian lady to do.  But then, she could not deny that she
did enjoy it.  She had felt like a special lady, if only for just a few
hours, something that her husband had not done in years.  Her new tatoos
made her feel sexy and trashy.  Their married life had become completely
routine and blas�.  Tears rolled down Sandra's cheeks as she remembered
that it was all his fault that she had been driven to a life as a sex
object for strange men!

   When Sandra slipped quietly into her bedroom, she had briefly thought of
waking up Jeff and squatting again over his face and letting the cum run
out of not only her cunt but her poop chute into his mouth and face, as the
ultimate degradation to him.  He had become a cuckold, and she would be
glad to remind him.  But it was almost 4 o'clock, and she knew he would
have to be getting up before long and going to his job to try to pay the
normal house-hold bills and put food on their table.  Instead, Sandy opted
to re-coat the wedding rings with another coating of sperm from her vagina
and to just lay them on top of his shaving cream can.  That way, he would
be sure to see them when he was getting ready for work.  It would be her
way of turning the hilt of the dagger after she would plunge it into his
emotional heart, demeaning his place as a husband.  After changing into her
sleep gown, Sandra lay with her back to her husband.  Just before she was
finally overcome with exhaustion and sleep, she felt Jim's semen continue
to seep out of her rectum.

   Because of the late night and her complete exhaustion, Sandra slept
until noon.  When she opened her eyes, she knew it was daylight, and
glanced at her alarm clock on her nightstand to verify the time.  But
there, on the corner, right in front of her clock, lay the wedding rings
that her husband had given her 20-years before, where she would be sure to
see them when she did wake up.  They were still covered in the sticky and
crusty semen that they were coated in the night before.  But there was
something added, she saw.  There was a fresh streak of Jeff's own cum
jettisoned over and covering the rings, mixing with the semen of the
previous night.  He had actually jacked off to the sight of her
semen-covered rings.  She knew that Jeff had gotten her message when he got
up and left for work.  

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