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Jake didn’t ring Madison on his mobile until he got home. Calling had been his first instinct – but embarrassment had swamped that instinct.
How could he tell Madison that her mother had… squeezed his cock? Rubbed her tits against his chest? She wouldn’t believe him. Or she would think that it was somehow his fault.
And why had that happened? He’d never gotten any hint from Madison, or his mother, that Natasha Calderay was sexually aggressive or wanton. In fact, as far as he knew, Natasha was happily married, to Madison’s father, Keith.
And to make it worse, of course, Jake had been attracted to Natasha – at least once she had started to come on to him. She looked so much like an older, more mature, more… buxom… version of Madison. And Madison was fairly buxom to begin with. It was so easy to imagine squeezing Natasha’s tits, stripping off her clothes, watching her part her legs to show him her dripping cunt…
It was ludicrous. Jake couldn’t fuck Madison’s mother. And surely Natasha didn’t really intend that he would. It must have been a game, or a tease, or…
He didn’t know. He couldn’t think of a way to explain it that made sense.
But by the time he’d gotten home, he knew that he did have to call Madison. After all, he would be attending her house on Saturday, apparently. He couldn’t let that be a surprise to her.
So as soon as he got to his bedroom, he dialled her.
She spoke before he could even say hello.
“What the fuck, Jake?”
“Uh… hi, Madison,” he replied.
“My mom just said you invited yourself over for dinner on Saturday?” said Madison. “You could have just asked me.”
“No,” said Jake. “She asked me. I mean… she practically demanded that I come.”
“That’s not what she said,” said Madison. “She said you were very… aggressive.”
“I swear, it wasn’t my idea,” protested Jake.
“Then why would she say it was?” demanded Madison.
Jake thought quickly.
“I guess she’s seen that we’ve been… getting closer,” said Jake. “And maybe she thought it was time to get to know me better.”
“Oh, gross,” said Madison. “What, like you’re my boyfriend?”
Jake bit his lip. “Or your master…” he suggested, cheekily.
There was a long silence from the phone, and Jake suddenly worried he’d gone too far.
Then Madison said, “That makes too much sense. Mom absolutely would butt into my personal life if she thought I liked someone. Fine, I believe you.”
Jake breathed a sigh of relief. “Maybe she wants to check I know how to order you around,” he joked. “You should be a good girl and take off your clothes for me.”
She made a sound. “I would, sir, but I’m already naked,” she said, in a voice halfway between joke and statement.
“Seriously?” asked Jake.
“I just got out of the shower,” said Madison. “I was wearing a towel when mom came home and told me about your dinner invite. I’m just on my bed in the nude right now. If you were here you could see my tits.”
Jake felt his cock – so recently groped by Madison’s mother – hardening again.
Acting on impulse, he said, “Send me a picture.”
“As if I would,” said Madison, laughing.
He strengthened his voice. “I said send me a picture, slut.”
Madison was silent again.
Then, quietly, she said, “Yes, sir.”
And a moment later his phone received an image – Madison, from the waist up, completely nude, her gorgeous breasts and long red hair still slightly damp from the shower. Her lips were parted slightly, her cheeks flushed, and her nipples erect. She was aroused from sending her nude selfie to Jake.
It was all Jake could do not to grab his cock and give it what it immediately wanted.
Instead, he said, “Good girl” – and heard a sound from the phone in response that might have been a sharply indrawn breath – an involuntary lustful gasp.
He would be looking at that photo tonight, he knew – and there would be no reason to avoid giving himself the pleasure that he wanted.
He should end the conversation – but a question occurred to him.
“Hey, Madison,” he said, “has your mother been… okay… recently?”
“What do you mean?”
“Different in any way?” said Jake. “Out of character?”
“No,” said Madison. “Why?”
Jake paused – and then decided to say nothing. Maybe he’d misinterpreted what had happened at the supermarket.
“Never mind,” he said. “I’ll see you on Saturday. Thanks for the picture. You look beautiful.”
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On Friday night, Daniela came home to find her house full of men.
The first sign was the profusion of motorcycles parked over the front yard. And then when she went inside, she discovered her lounge room full of them – maybe ten in total, all wearing leather pants or jeans, and leather jackets. Some of them were smoking cigarettes, filling the house with foul nicotine smells. Most of them were drinking beer.
And in the centre of them was her brother, Angel.
“Angel, what the fuck is this?” she spat. “You’re just having a party now without even telling me?”
An older man, still well-muscled but with close cropped greying hair and stubble, looked at her.
“And just exactly who the fuck are you, missy?” he drawled, deliberately looking her up and down, his eyes lingering on her ass and her tits.
“I’m the sister of this pendejo here,” said Daniela, pointing at Angel. “And for your information, I’m the one who pays the rent on this house, and the one who paid for those beers you’re drinking, so you can all get your asses out of here so Angel can do the cleaning that he should have done while I was out.”
Angel was rising from the couch, a beer in one hand as he raised his arms in a calming gesture.
“Daniela, Daniela, be cool,” he said. “These are my friends. This is Grant Rosso. He’s an important guy. He didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“The fuck he didn’t,” said Daniela. “He’s still staring at my tits, right now.”
“I am,” Grant cheerfully conceded, a smile on his face that was equal parts mocking and predatory. “They’re good tits. Good size to them. I bet they’d be good to milk. Have you ever been a stripper, darling?”
Daniela made a feral snarl, and Angel had to hold her back.
“Daniela,” he said again, “come with me to the kitchen, let me explain.”
Daniela reluctantly let Angel lead her to the kitchen, and close the door to the living room, giving them privacy from the men.
“Are you just going to let your friend disrespect me like that, Angel?” Daniela demanded.
“He’s just joking, Daniela,” said Angel. “Be chill. This is a big chance for me.”
“What do you mean, a big chance?” asked Daniela.
“Grant runs a lot of businesses around here,” said Angel. “He runs that bar downtown – the Devil’s Aces, you know it? And the firearms store out in Harbank. And he’s got other interests. These guys are his people. If I get in good with him, there could be a job in it for me.”
That gave Daniela pause. Angel had never worked seriously – or even sounded interested in working. If he started bringing in an income, it could make a big difference to their household, and her own life.
“Just… go with it, okay?” said Angel. “You’re tough. It’s not like you’ve never put up with some guy you don’t like before.”
That was certainly true.
“Can you do this for me, Daniela?” asked Angel.
She didn’t like it, but…
“Fine,” she said. “But you’re a joke, you know that? All that big talk about killing Mr Love if he disrespects me, but you’re fine when it’s your fuckhead friend.”
Angel threw his hands up in a gesture of concession – and together they returned to the lounge.
Daniela immediately made a face. In their absence, the men had apparently worked out how to get porn playing on the lounge TV. On the screen, a naked big-titted bimbo was riding the cock of one man while sucking the dick of another. As Daniela watched, the man whose cock was being sucked slapped the porn-doll across the face, with his dick still in her mouth, and all the men watching in the room cheered and laughed.
Grant turned towards them and raised his beer in salute.
“Hey, Daniela,” he said. “Have you calmed those pretty titties down? Why don’t you come watch the film with us?”
Daniela crossed her arms. “No, thank you,” she said.
“Oh, are you jealous?” said Grant. “This bitch on the screen is sexy, but I’d bet you’d look twice as good in the same position.”
Daniela turned her head away, avoiding – for Angel’s sake – the urge to tell Grant to go fuck himself.
“That’s a shame,” said Grant. “Well, if you don’t want to watch the movie, how about you make yourself useful. Didn’t I hear Angel say you work as a maid? How about you change into your maid uniform, and bring us some beers and snacks?”
Daniela looked at Angel for assistance.
“That’s a good idea, Daniela,” said Angel.
“I can’t believe you,” hissed Daniela, in outrage.
“What?” said Angel. “You parade around in your little slut costume for rich white men, but you won’t show my friends? You think you’re too good for them?”
And then, under his breath, he added, “Play along.”
She wanted to slap him.
Instead, she stalked away to her bedroom, and changed into the humiliating costume she wore to her work at the Love mansion.
When she returned – in high heels, short frilled skirt, and cleavage-exposing top, with a pretty bow in her hair – there were immediately whistles and cheers.
“Now, that’s how a bitch should look,” said Grant with enthusiasm. “Now go get us some drinks and snacks, darling.”
And so Daniela found herself playing maid to the group of gross men. She brought them all new beers, and took away their empties, and then raided the meagre stock of food in the fridge and pantry to bring them plates of deli meats and crackers, bags of crisps, and bowls of mixed nuts.
Each time she brought the plates around the room to offer them to the men, she would receive unwelcome hands on her legs, or smacks on her butt. She gritted her teeth and pretended to ignore them.
All the men were enjoying the porn. Two even had their cocks out, in public view, and were stroking them as they watched. Daniela was forced to offer them snacks as they masturbated right in front of her – and inevitably they would turn and stare first at her face, and then at her tits, as they continued stroking their dicks.
Whenever she got to Grant, he would make her look at the screen, and ask her a question.
“Look at those titties,” he would say. “Don’t you think a girl’s worthless if she doesn’t have big fuckbags?”
Daniela wanted to say no, but she had promised Angel not to start a fight, and so she was forced to agree with the misogynistic assertion.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s right.”
And later:
“Look when they slap her, she starts fucking them harder,” he said. “I think women learn best from being slapped, don’t you think, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she said. “Would you like me to bring you another beer?”
And:
“I bet you’d make sexy sounds if you were taking two dicks at once like that,” he commented. “Wouldn’t you love to be raped by two men at once, darling?”
This was too much for her. She wasn’t going to say yes to such a thing. She just made a strangled sound and tried to move on.
He didn’t let her. He reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me, bitch,” he said. “I asked you if you’d like to be raped by two men at once.”
This, finally, was too much for Angel. He half-rose from his seat.
“Grant,” he said. “That’s my sister.”
“Sit down, little man,” said Grant. “I’m asking her a simple question, with a simple answer. Look at me, Daniela.”
“Grant…” said Angel again.
Grant’s voice grew frosty. “I said sit down.”
And suddenly two men were behind Angel, their hands on his shoulders, pressing him back down into the couch.
Daniela had no choice but to look at Grant.
“Answer the question, little one,” said Grant. His voice was low and his eyes were steely. “Would you like to be raped by two men at once?”
“No,” said Daniela, in a small, scared voice.
Grant looked at her for a long moment – and then his mouth broke into a wide smile, and he laughed.
“Well, of course you wouldn’t!” he said. “See? That’s all I wanted. A truthful answer. A bit of common conversation and courtesy.”
He leaned in towards Daniela, and added, “And I’m sorry for putting you on the spot like that, sweetheart. How about I give you a present to make up for it? Just – turn around and bend over.”
Daniela looked at Angel. He looked outraged now, but he was held firmly in place. Two other men – including one of the men with his cock out – were rising from their seats and advancing on Daniela.
Was she going to be raped? Right here, in her lounge room, with her brother watching?
She felt tears in her eyes. She thought about kicking one of the men, and running for it – but what would they do to her brother if she did?
So instead, she did as she was told. She turned away from Grant, and bent at the waist. Her skirt came up, and she knew he could see her panties.
She heard a rustle from Grant. Was he getting something out of his trouser pocket or… was he undoing his fly? Taking his cock out? She didn’t know.
He was rising from the couch. Daniela was certain, now, that she was about to be raped by Grant.
She hated it. She hated all of them.
She wished her pussy wasn’t inexplicably wet.
Grant placed his hand on her ass, feeling the smoothness of the skin. Daniela shivered. She had goosebumps.
Then his hand moved down, and she felt him hook one finger through her panties, pulling them aside, exposing her wet cunt to the whole room.
Daniela was burning with shame. She didn’t want to cry. She didn’t want to let them see her crying.
And then Grant penetrated her pussy.
But… not with skin. With something else. Paper? It felt like paper. A lot of paper. It felt gross and weird in her cunt, stuffing her, filling her up.
And then Grant put her panties back in place, and sat down.
“There you go, darling,” he said. “That should make up for it. You can straighten up now.”
Daniela did, immediately. Her hand went straight for her cunt, desperate to pull out whatever had been pushed inside her, not caring that people were watching. She grabbed the intruding paper and pulled it out quickly.
But when she saw what it was, she stopped.
It was money. Nearly five hundred dollars in cash. More than she made from two weeks of part-time maid work at the Love mansion.
“You’re welcome, sweetie,” said Grant. He looked around the room. “Now, boys, I think it’s about time we left Angel and his sexy sister here to whatever they get up to when people aren’t looking. Put it back in your pants, Tito, Reggie. We’ve imposed on Angel’s hospitality enough.”
And just like that the men were leaving.
Daniela stared at the money in her hands, still wet with her own cunt juices, and kept staring until the last man had left and the front door had closed.
“See?” said Angel. “I told you Grant wasn’t so bad. I bet you’re grateful you played along now, right?”
She looked up at him – and then slapped him across the face, hard.
“You fuck,” she said. “You puto motherfucker.”
And she fled to her bedroom.
But the worst thing was that she knew if Grant and his friends did come back, she would play along again. Angel needed a job. And – if Daniela was ever to have her own place, and be free of the need to work as a maid and put up with her asshole brother – she needed more money, just like the bills Grant had stuffed up her cunt that night.
And would she tell Jake about any of this? Of course she wouldn’t. The last thing she needed was Jake getting involved in her family life, or getting into some misguided fight with Angel, or with Grant.
One thing she knew already: Grant was dangerous. Not “revenge on bitchy teen girls” dangerous, but really dangerous.
She didn’t want to ever see Jake anywhere near him.
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