


RAISING THE PERFECT SLUT (1/7)

(Blackmail, M+/F, humiliation)


A Story by Lara Cataluna


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Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are 
Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity.
All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional.

I write these things for one purpose alone: Hearing from readers. Please let me 
know what you think...

Notes:

1- All characters and institutions used in this story are fictional. To my 
knowledge there is no "Pink Compassions" or "Sin City Entertainment". There is 
no "Women Liberation Front". There is no Larry Binks, supposedly Republican 
Senator from Louisiana (both Senators from Louisiana are Democrats).
2- This story is based on a blackmail scheme, unlike some stories I wrote before 
which were based on mind-control. As such, I think it requires a great 
suspension of logic. Most people I know would refuse to do things that are done 
in A.S.S. blackmail stories.
3- There is no incest in this story, but in a scene mother and daughter are both 
present. The story kind of led there. (I personally find incest, with the 
possible exception of sister/sister, to be repulsive). I had some reservations 
about this and I wondered about whether I should use a different pseudonym. At 
the end I decided otherwise, based on the fact that all characters are imaginary 
anyway.
4- Kelly Van Ryan is a special name for those familiar with movies. 5- In a 
particular scene, I used "Poor girl .. all alone" posted many times by 
gbfntsy@aol.com. I think this is one of the best fantasies on
the A.S.S., and in fact it was adopted by Apollyon Beelzebub in his "Starfuck" 
series featuring Jennifer Love Hewitt. It's long been my desire to adopt the 
"Poor girl .. all alone" in one of my stories and it fit in nicely with this 
story. Perhaps, the same effect could be given without a complete adaptation of 
the "Poor girl .. all alone" but I did it for my own enjoyment as much as 
anything else.

Inspirations:

1- The movie "Cruel Intentions"
2- "Tammy at Work" by Roger T Pipe
3- "Poor girl .. all alone "by gbfntsy@aol.com
4- "Orlando's Call" by Parker
5- "The Plucked Duck" by Joy Paine
6- The movie "Eyes Wide Shut"

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Important Characters:

Richard Rostock: Businessman sent to jail by Michelle Cataluna
Michelle Cataluna: Feminist TV personality, anti-porn activist, famous attorney
Luici Simone: Owner of pornography firm, Pink Compassions
Sammy Milano: Simone's man in LAPD
Lara Cataluna: Daughter of Michelle Cataluna
Kelly Van Ryan: Lara's friend from high-school
"Hammer": Black Gang Leader and Pot provider for Lara and Kelly 

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SUMMER OF 93:

Saturdays 7:30 PM meant "The Liberation Front" on MSMBC, one of the most 
controversial programs on the news network's line-up. The program was dedicated 
to Feminist values, and above all against "pornography" - due in no small part 
to the host of "The Liberation Front", Michelle Cataluna. Not only was Michelle 
the most prominent feminist lawyer in the Country with monumental courtroom 
victories, she was also the founder of The Women Liberation Front, the only 
feminist organization dedicated exclusively to the eventual abolishment of 
pornography. Yet, while the popular program was an extension of Michelle 
Cataluna's feminist philosophy, no doubt that was not the only reason for her 
celebrity status and cushy job as a very high-profile TV host. Despite being in 
her early forties, Michelle was a stunning beauty, who could provoke men with 
her looks and words alike. And in the age of Nielsen Ratings, the host's looks 
mattered every bit as much as the content of "The Liberation Front". Not that 
the content went unnoticed: The program generated heated debates every week. 
Usually a Conservative - always male - was invited to appear, for the expressed 
purpose of turning him into a bloody pulp on air. With ratings climbing every 
week, Michelle Cataluna was becoming a celebrity feminist: Notorious enough to 
be the woman most men loved to hate, hip enough to attend the Oscars.

It had all started four years ago when one of the most closely watched legal 
cases occupied the airwaves. A lawsuit brought against a
pornographer by Michelle Cataluna, alleging that "Pink Compassions" was 
responsible for the rape of her client, who had been raped by a frequent renter 
of Pink Compassions products. Michelle was already successful having won 
numerous cases as a young attorney. She was already rich, having successfully 
sued her first employer for sexual discrimination. And she was already a 
well-known figure in the feminist circles as the Founder and President of Women 
Liberation Front, aiming at the demise of the Pornography industry though legal 
suits. But it was during this televised lawsuit against Pink Compassions that 
Michelle Cataluna caught national prominence: The attractive lawyer attacked 
like a snake; mesmerizing with her looks, delivering deadly bites with her
cross-examining. She argued Luici Simone, the owner of "Pink Compassions", was 
responsible for this heinous crime.

Yet, the Pink Compassions case was a well-calculated double-hit for Michelle 
Cataluna. She had first confronted Richard Rostock a few years before the case. 
Michelle's army of angry feminist lawyers usually focused their attentions on 
the Porn Industry but folks like Richard Rostock - rich, successful, powerful 
white men - also made the target list. He was quickly hit with a sexual 
discrimination lawsuit.

That first discrimination suit against Rostock Enterprises had become a defeat 
for Michelle. Richard Rostock was cleared of any wrong-doing. Of course, 
Michelle was not one to take defeat lightly. She sought other female employees 
form Rostock's Investment Conglomerate, dug up every piece of dirt she could 
find, every time making a big fuss about it in the media. Despite all her 
efforts and her growing personal despise towards Richard Rostock, she wasn't 
nearly as effective as she wanted to be: The two new lawsuits after the original 
one were both settled on terms very favorable to Rostock Enterprises.

The strange twist in the Pink Compassions trial came when Richard Rostock was 
called to the stand. He denied Michelle's accusations that he had a working 
relationship with Simone and that he frequently had weekend sex parties with 
Simone's girls. He was lying. Richard and his friends frequently visited 
Simone's mansion for parties with the Porn King's finest pick of girls. 
Naturally, the girls were compensated handsomely.

By the time the trial was over, Michelle had walked out of the courtroom with 
one of her most remarkable, and most satisfying victories ever. Pink Compassions 
was hit with a huge monetary verdict that was more than enough to terminate its 
operations. Richard Rostock was proven to be lying under oath. His wife, 
assisted by a lawyer from Women's
Liberation Front, had filed for divorce and, given her husband's sexual 
escapades, she fully expected to clear out his bank account. Simone's girls were 
also filing lawsuits, with their eyes on Rostock's
significant wealth. Worst of all, Richard would eventually head for a short jail 
term, having been found guilty of perjury.

Michelle had thrown a victorious smile at Richard Rostock as she walked out of 
the courtroom. She had never been shy about rubbing in her victories, and 
destroying this arrogant bastard had been the most fun she had had in a long 
time.

This famous case brought Michelle Cataluna into the national scene. Soon, she 
wrote her first book, detailing her passionate fight against the Pornography 
Industry. And soon after that, she was given her own talk-show on MSMBC - which 
quickly became a hit. Somewhere in there, the Pink Compassions verdict was 
overturned, based on a technicality Michelle genuinely believed to be overrated: 
The First Amendment. But it hardly mattered. Michelle was already the postergirl 
for the fight against pornography industry, and Luici Simone was destroyed, his 
company in shambles. And Richard Rostock was in jail.

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Richard walked out of the Federal Penitentiary four months later. The jail 
punishment wasn't a park in the walk, especially for a wealthy man accustomed to 
his luxuries. But that wasn't his real problem. The 48-yr old corporate 
powerhouse had lost most of his fortune to his wife and the lawsuits.

The driver stepped out of the limo and greeted his boss with respect. Richard 
stepped into the limo. He still had enough money to enjoy a few luxuries - he 
even had enough money to get back into business. He'd been down before, and he 
knew how to make a come-back. In fact, he enjoyed the challenge.

Yet, business wasn't his foremost concern. HE HAD REVENGE IN HIS MIND. 

"Steven" he called for his driver.

"Yes Sir?"

"Get me Luici Simone on the phone! You can still locate him, right?" 

"He had to move out of his mansion, Sir but yes, I can still locate him".

"Good..."

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After two books about the evils of sexism and pornography, Michelle had 
dedicated her latest book to the one person she genuinely loved and adored with 
all her heart: HER DAUGHTER, Lara. She had been
artificially impregnated in the first year of law School. It was a 
well-calculated decision. If she was going to have a child, law school seemed 
like the right time: She was sure as hell not going to disrupt her career at a 
future time!! And she was determined to show the world she could charge $500 an 
hour and raise a daughter at the same time. Her daughter would be her finest 
accomplishment!!

"IT TAKES A WOMAN WITH CHARACTER TO RAISE A WOMAN WITH CHARACTER" had stayed on 
top of the charts weeks after weeks and many feminists embraced it as a premier 
source in raising children. In the book, Michelle gladly talked about feminist 
principles and how a strong woman, like herself, did not need a "husband" to 
raise a proud girl. 

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Luici had asked Sammy Milano to "arrange" something. That's what Sammy usually 
did: He "arranged" things for Luici. Sammy owned a very nice house and a very 
nice car for an LAPD officer. Few ever questioned it though; the rumor was he 
had inherited some money.

Sammy was waiting in a dark alley. That's where he was supposed to meet with 
Marcus - also known by his Gangname, "Hammer". The young black man was a 
drug-pusher and the leader of his gang. Sammy had met him through a "friend".

"Hammer" came out of the dark as always. Sammy nodded with his head, greeting 
the young man. He thought Hammer was the kind of guy who wouldn't expect to see 
his thirtieth birthday. That was the kind Sammy was careful about...

"She called me." informed Hammer.

"When are you meeting her?"

"Tomorrow night. 7 PM."

"It's like we talked before.."

Hammer nodded: "You know my price for this...".

"Yeah. You do understand... you can't keep her after summer!!" 

Hammer looked at the Cop without expression but his cock was probing in his 
pants. The possibility was enough to excite him. Ever since he had met Kelly Van 
Ryan, he had imagined the spoiled white bitch on her back, twisting around his 
black cock. He had imagined the gorgeous
teenage-queen sucking his black cock, serving ghetto-boys like a whore. He had 
imagined making Kelly Van Ryan of Beverly Hills his own white bitch. It was all 
imagination of course, nothing else. He knew Kelly was just a teenage customer 
with dough, one who couldn't wait to get away from an inner-city savage: She was 
untouchable. Or so Hammer had thought... Until Sammy came along with his 
proposition...

"I understand" the black guy replied.

"Good..."

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You could tell Lara Cataluna was the daughter of the most notorious feminist in 
the country, though not because she looked anything like a militant feminist. 
Instead, she simply shared her mother's beauty. She attracted boys like flies, 
and apparently Lara did not have many of her mother's hick-ups about men. She 
frequently dated boys from the Football team and the like. Not that she was an 
airhead! To the contrary, in accordance with Mom's plans, she had proven to be 
the most active girl in her posh prep-school: She was in the student government, 
on the Board of the yearbook, member of the debate team, editor for the school 
paper, member of high-school democrats... Yet, despite being the subject of "IT 
TAKES A WOMAN WITH CHARACTER TO RAISE A WOMAN WITH CHARACTER", she did not stand 
out as a raging bitch: Apparently, despite all her rhetoric, Michelle Cataluna 
held her daughter too dear to turn her into a walking, talking mascot of 
feminism.

Lara was seated in her best friend's Jeep Wrangler in a deserted parking lot. 
Kelly Van Ryan and Lara had been best friends in highschool. Soon after Kelly's 
arrival from Florida, the two girls had become close. They were very different 
in many ways: Kelly had no extracurricular activities other than cheerleading 
and boys. But they were the same in what mattered the most - they both stood out 
in a crowd!

They were both freshmen now - freshpersons as Lara's Mom would have said. Kelly 
was close to home, studying at UCLA, unlike Lara who was at Harvard. Lara was 
glad she was home for the Spring Break. She really enjoyed being on the East 
Coast but it felt good to see her best friend again and hang out around Beverly 
Hills even if for a few days before she'd have to head back.

Lara had been known as uptight and stock-up in highschool, "too serious to have 
fun" - but her natural beauty had the boys swarming all over her regardless. 
Besides, her best friend wasn't nearly as serious:

"Kelly, are you sure we should do this?" asked Lara, seeming nervous. 

"Come on... It's just Pot!"

" Marijuana is illegal!"

"Oh, please... Do you know anyone who's gone to jail for a little pot??"

"I guess not... Do you really know this guy?"

"Well, yes... I mean he is very scary looking but I've bought from him before. 
He looks, you know, mean and everything but I guess you can't find drug dealers 
among the boyscouts...."

"God, this makes me nervous..."

"Come on, we'll just pay, get the package, and get the hell out of here!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the window - which made both girls jump in fear. 
Looking at the side window, Lara almost screamed again. It was a young black man 
with a hardened face, mean looks. Lara felt nauseating. She wanted so badly to 
get it over with as soon as possible.

Kelly lowered her window to talk:

"Hi..."

The black guy just nodded his head. He handed over the brown package: "The 
usual!"

Kelly never checked the package. It always had the same amount of Pot in it, and 
besides she was eager to get away as quickly as possible. She handed the money 
to the black guy. Hammer didn't say anything, and just as he came out of 
nowhere, he disappeared back into the darkness. 

Anxious to leave, Kelly started her Jeep, heading for the exit. That's when the 
Sirens came alive. A car that was apparently hiding in a deserted corner 
suddenly blocked the exit, with its Sirens and lights turned on. A tall man 
stepped out of the car, began walking towards the BMW.

The two girls were hysterical in fear.

The man took out his gun and flashed his badge.

"Please step out of the car, Ma'am!!"

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Lara had been crying for two hours when she heard her jail cell's door open. In 
walked two men. The cop who had arrested her, and a
middle-aged man she didn't recognize.

Richard walked over to the girl, checking her out. She was indeed gorgeous.

Smoking his cigar, he looked directly in her eyes:

"My name is Richard Rostock."

The shaken girl managed to mutter: "Hi"

"You know, Sammy here found heroin on you."

Lara was so scared she resumed crying. The cop had explained to the girls that 
it was heroin they found in the car - a lot of heroin! Enough to qualify the two 
teenagers as drug-pushers. Enough to take the girls from their college dorms and 
place them in a Federal Penitentiary for a long long time.

"You're looking at a minimum of 15 YEARS in jail".

Richard smiled in satisfaction, exchanging looks with Sammy Milano. He simply 
loved seeing a beautiful girl like Lara shaking in fear.

"However" Richard began his proposal, "you are not yet booked in". "Meaning, 
unless my friend here decides to formally record tonight's events, you haven't 
even been arrested for anything".

The blonde girl raised her head in surprise. She was still whimpering 
desperately, but was there some hope?

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not here to offer you a walk in the park. But I do have 
a deal for you. I understand your summer break starts in a short while. I want 
you to work with me this summer. As a
secretary...."

"Secretary?". Lara had imagined doing something more in-line with her 
qualifications this summer, she already had internship offers from CNN, White 
House and Goldman Sachs - and her mother had invited her to work at WLF. But 
under the given conditions...

"Yes, yes, sure" she answered enthusiastically.

"Calm down" interjected Richard. As my secretary, you will run errands, type up 
letters, make coffee - and when I feel like it, you will suck my cock!! If you 
accept my proposal, you'll work hard at the type-writer - but you'll work even 
harder on your knees."

Lara couldn't believe what she was hearing. The candidness of the man was 
shocking. No hidden implications: The man was straight-out telling her she'd 
have to be his sexual toy for the summer if she didn't wanna spend the next 5 
years in prison. But what choice did she have? "This... This is blackmail" she 
protested in a broken voice. 

Richard laughed. "Well, you just might be the brightest secretary I'll ever 
have. Yes, it is indeed blackmail. You either agree to it, or you'll be licking 
some fat bitch's stinking cunt for the next 15 years. And imagine how your Mom 
would love to hear about her precious little daughter's NARCOTICS problem."

"What about Kelly?"

"Your friend!... Well, she'll be fine... She might have to earn her freedom in 
some other arrangement but there will be no deal unless you agree to it."

Lara sniffed. "I'll do it" she said.

"Clever choice. But I wouldn't want you to smart up as soon as we walk out of 
here. So Sammy will hold onto the evidence, and he will record your signed 
confession - just in case you try to get out of our little agreement."

Unable to speak, Lara nodded her head in defeat.

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