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Fatherly Guidance part 7 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

***

A reunion with her estranged father results in something
unexpected.


***

Ronnie dropped me off after his morning fuck and pulled away.  I
was wearing a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and the bottom of my ass
showed.  Guys were all over me again and I had to fight them off
just to get to my locker.  Ronnie reminded me about the no free
pussy rule and said he had "spies" in school that would watch me
and report back to him.  He left an open ended statement about
what would happen if I went against his wishes.

On the way to school he explained about the "student discount" I
could give if asked but I couldn't give it away any more.  The
discount was $40 for a fuck and $20 for a blowjob.  I knew most
of the guys couldn't afford that and most wouldn't pay if they
could.

Some of the guys took it better than others but all grumbled
about not getting pussy any more.  I held fast and didn't give in
even after most kept pushing for it.  At lunch one of my usual
fucks wanted me and I quoted him the prices.  He agreed for a
blow job and we headed towards the closet.

After unzipping his pants I asked for the money.  He handed me a
ten and I reminded him of the price.

"Ten now, ten when you're done," he said smiling down at me.

"Come on, Reg, you know I'm good.  Just pay the money or I can't
do it."  We haggled back and forth a bit before he said that he
only had ten dollars and he'd bring the rest on Monday.  I
believed him and began sucking.

On the way to PE three guys came up from behind me and wanted to
fuck. I'd fucked one of them already but didn't know the other
two.  I told them the price and was surprised when they agreed. 
We headed for an empty class room.  When we got there they began
yanking at my clothes, pulling on me and knocking me down.  I
struggled with them, repeating several times that they had to pay
me first.

One of them slapped me and I felt a punch to my back, knocking
the wind out of me.  Before long I was naked and one was on top
of me pumping away.  A second one quickly filled my mouth.

I struggled against them as I didn't want Ronnie to know they
were fucking me without paying.  All three of them fucked me and
came then left.  My lip was swollen, I had scratches on my arms
and legs and had a large knot on the side of my head.  My shirt
was torn and the button on my shorts had been pulled off.

I stayed in that room until the next bell rang and went to clean
up. They had hit me and punched me a few times in the face and I
knew I'd probably have a black eye.  There was dried blood on my
mouth and one of the scratches on my leg was still bleeding.  I
went to the office and asked to call Ronnie to come get me.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he asked once we made it to the
truck.

"I got raped."  He sat glared at me, waiting for me to tell him
what happened.

I proceeded to explain to him everything that transpired with the
three guys and what they did to me.  At the end I was shaking at
remembering the event.

"You can't be raped, you're a whore," he said starting the truck.
"Whores can't get raped.  When you put pussy out there for sale
and someone fucks it without paying, it's stealing, not rape. 
Same as if I went into the 7-Eleven and grabbed a 12-pack of beer
and left out without paying for it.  I didn't rape them I stole
from them.  Same fuckin' thing," he said pulling out of the
parking lot.

"It's your fault they didn't pay.  Did you see the money before
you agreed to go with them?  Huh?  No, I bet you didn't.  You
just follow them blindly to some empty room and they took what
they wanted.  You gotta lot to learn about the game.  Next time
you ask them to see the money, or better yet, get the money first
and then take them some- place.  Remember, no cash, no ass."  He
drove silently for a block and then shook his head.  "Can't
believe you wasted $120 worth of pussy."

As we drove I could tell he was mad.  I wasn't sure if he was mad
at me or at the guys who 'stole' from me.  At a red light he
looked at me.  "Did you make any money today?"

I couldn't believe he asked that.  What I went through and all
he's worried about is if I made money or not.  "Yea.  A little."
I said looking down at the cuts on my legs.

"Where is it?"  I dug into my pocket and pulled out the ten
dollar bill Reg had given me.  "That's it?" he yelled as I held
it out.  Just then the car behind us blew their horn as the light
had changed.  Ronnie gunned it and squealed the tires.  "Ten
dollars?  What did you do for ten dollars?"

I didn't look at him.  I couldn't.  "I asked you a question!"

"Blow job."

"You gave a blow job for ten dollars?"

"That's all he had.  He'll bring the rest on Monday."

"Yea right and you believed him?"  I nodded.  "Then you're
stupider than I thought.  He ain't gunna pay you.  He got what he
wanted and you won't ever see that money ever again.  And you
know what else? He's gunna tell all his friends he only paid you
ten dollars for a blow job so they're gunna wonder why they gotta
pay 20."

He was fumming over this.  "It was only a lousy ten dollars," I
mumbled and he almost back handed me.

"Only a lousy ten dollars?  You dumb little whore.  Money is
money and you gotta hard lesson to learn about it.  Because of
this, from now on you'll only be able to charge ten dollars for a
blow job.  You set the new price by sucking his cock so cheap. 
And if it's ten dollars for a blow job, it's gotta be twenty
dollars for pussy.  That's the new price that you just set
because you're so fuckin' stupid!" he yelled.

We were now in the driveway and he was still yelling at me.  I
couldn't understand why he was so angry.  I thought he'd be
understanding and caring about me getting raped but now it's
turned around to where it's my fault it happened because I'm so
stupid.

***

I hadn't had any of my "stuff" since last night before I fucked
the five guys and I was really wanting some.  Being raped didn't
help my emotional state any and I just threw myself on my bed and
put my pillow over my head.  I could still smell the musky odors
of sex and my stomach churned.  I wanted to throw up.

I was feeling agitated but wasn't sure if it was that I was mad
or not.  Mad at what happened or mad at myself for everything. 
My stomach was hurting and I was feeling nauseous.  I rolled onto
my back and looked at the ceiling.  It seemed like it was moving.
 Then I realized it was me.  I was shaking like I was cold but it
was warm in my room.  I knew what I needed.

"Ronnie, can I have some more of my, uh, stuff?" I asked meekly
as he sat watching TV and drinking a beer.  He looked over at me
and lit a cigarette.

"Why?"

"Cause I really need it.  Please."

"What have you done for me?"  I was surprised he would even ask.
Everything that has happened over the past two months and he asks
what I did for him?

"What about last night?"

"What about it?"

"That's something I did for you."

"Yea, and that was last night.  I'm talking about today.  What
have you done for me TO-DAY?" he asked drawing out the word
"day".

I struggled to answer.  I wasn't expecting that question.  There
really wasn't anything except the ten dollars, but that just
might get him mad again.  I mentioned it anyway.

"Ten dollars?  You expect that to buy anything?  You can't even
lick my ass for ten dollars."  I watched as he finished his beer
and put out his cigarette.  He was stalling and making me squirm
in the process.  "I'll tell you what.  Put on something sexy and
I'll give you a chance to earn your shit."

I knew what that meant but I was desperate.  I really needed
another hit.  I did what he asked and we were soon in his truck
heading out someplace.  I didn't even ask.  I knew better.  I was
surprised when we pulled into the diner where my mom worked. 
Part of it is the diner and the rest is a truck stop.  Only a
small hallway separates them and the only restrooms are between
them.  He drove to the store side and turned off the engine.

"There's your first trick," he said pointing to a trucker filling
his tank wearing a cowboy hat and tight jeans.  I looked at
Ronnie hoping he was kidding.  He wasn't.  "Forty for a suck,
sixty for a fuck.  They don't take long so you can charge a
little less.  I sat frozen in my seat.  "Get moving before he
leaves," he said pushing my shoulder.  I opened my door and
headed towards the man.

He was older, as most guys are, and unshaven.  I wasn't sure how
to start it off so I asked him if his name was John.  "It's
Henry," he said tipping his hat towards me.  "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, you just look like this guy I know named John."  He smiled
and I glanced towards Ronnie.  I didn't move and didn't really
know what else to say.

"Something else I can help you with, young lady?"  The craving
was strong and I knew I'd better do something fast.

"Yea, I, um, well, you see, it's, huh, my mom.  She's uh, sick
and needs medicine," I blubbered, not sure he'd believe me or
not.  I figured it was worth a chance.  He stared down at me with
a serious look on his face.

"What kind of medicine is it?"

"Oh, I, um forget the name.  But it costs sixty dollars."

"Sixty?!  That's a lot of money."

"Oh, please mister, I really need the money and I'll do anything
for it.  Anything," I added with a grin.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"  I turned towards
him, grabbing the bottom of my half shirt and lifting it to
expose my breasts to him.  His eyes widened before glancing
around quickly. "Just how old are you?"

"Sixteen."  Ronnie made sure I told guys that so they wouldn't
freak.

"What would I get for this money?"

"Anything you want," I said smiling.  He didn't respond right
away and finished putting his diesel in before telling me to get
into his truck.  I was nervous at first because I knew that I
shouldn't get into strangers cars and the fact that he didn't
show me the money made me worry.  I looked towards Ronnie and saw
him still there.  I didn't think any more about it and climbed
into the big truck.

Henry was nice enough and didn't want anything weird.  Just a
little suck and a quick fuck.  Ronnie was right.  They don't take
long.  He had a schedule to meet and from the time I climbed up
until the time I climbed down was about 15 minutes.  I was
pleased with myself and nearly ran all the way to Ronnie. 
Getting into the truck, I literally threw the money in his hand.

"Can I have it now?" I asked hopeful.

"Do another and I'll think about it," said as he straightened the
three twenties I gave him.  He noticed I had another bill in my
hand and grabbed my wrist.  It was a ten dollar bill and Henry
told me to keep it for myself.

"You holdin' out on me, bitch?" he yelled almost at the top of
his voice.

"N...no, Ronnie, I was just..."

"Don't fuckin' lie to me!  What's this then?" he said prying it
from my hand.

"He gave it to me as a tip.  Told me to keep it for myself..."

"You don't fuckin' get it do you?  You get nothing.  Every penny
they give you, you give it to me.  I don't care what it is.  It's
mine, understand?"

I sat stunned while he finished explaining my "role" in this
relationship we now had.  According to him he did all the work
and all I had to do was lay there and get fucked.  That's why he
gets all the money.

"I'm your body guard, your trainer, your manager, I set up your
dates, keep you motivated, buy you whatever you need, bla, bla,
bla..."  I tuned him out after a while.  My hunger for crack was
stronger than ever before and I couldn't stop my hands from
shaking.

"What about my stuff?" I asked when he stopped to take a breath.

"Not after you hold out on me.  You gotta learn to give me every-
thing and I mean everything."  He dug into his pocket and pulled
out the small plastic bag with several rocks.  Pulling one out he
rolled it around his finger tips.

Unconsciously I licked my lips.  That was my weakness.  I felt a
sudden rush of excitement at the prospect of getting my fix but
then had it quickly dashed.  "To show you I mean business you
gotta get me two more of this," he said rubbing the three 20s
between his fingers, "before you get this."

I stared at the dingy crystal between his finger and thumb and
wanted so much to reach out and grab it.  I knew what he would do
if I tried that.  Slowly I reached for the door handle.

"Sorry, no riders," the first man I approached yelled out as he
climbed into his truck.

"I just want to ask you a question."

"Sorry, no riders," he repeated as he began to pull forward.

The second man was running late and said he'd be back in two days
if I was still around he'd love to 'get' with me.

I scored with the third guy I asked and was soon in the small
cabin area behind the seats getting fucked.  He was slender and
much older with a hump back and a big beer belly.  His cock was
normal sized and bent upwards.

I cringed when I felt his shooting his dirty old cum into me. 
One thing I noticed about truckers is they don't shower a lot and
have a similar smell.  I saw on old towel balled up in the corner
and wiped myself with it.  It was crusty and had a sour smell.  I
smiled thinking this was probably his jerk-off rag.

I climbed down and went looking for another one.  I know now why
he picked this truck stop for me to work because it was the
busiest one around here and being late Friday after noon, the
place was full of truckers and single men passing through.

The next guy wasn't a trucker and drove an older car with big
seats. I wasn't sure I should approach him or not but he kept
staring at me so I figured why not.  He was okay with the $40 for
a blow job and we went around the back of the building to do it.

He stayed in the drivers seat and slid his seat all the way back.
 I leaned over him from the passenger side and sucked him until
he came and the gulped it down.  Guys like to see that for some
strange reason.  When I popped my head up I saw none other than
my mom leaning against the building smoking a cigarette.

Shit!  I was about 20 feet away from her and if she saw me I'd be
dead.  The guy started his car and asked what I was waiting for.
I was slouched down in the seat trying not to be noticed when I
felt his hand on my left breast.  I turned towards him.

"You want more?"  I asked almost hopefully.

"No, I just think you got some great tits.  But I do have to go
so you need to get out."

"Can you drop me off at the front?"

He looked at me then at the woman standing near the opened door
and then back at me.  "You know her?"  I nodded and he smiled as
he put the car in reverse.  I thanked him as I got out and rushed
to meet Ronnie.

Ronnie was satisfied when I handed him the money and he gave me a
rock and the pipe.  I couldn't light it fast enough and had most
of it gone before we got on the highway.  I was floating and felt
great and none of what happened today mattered.  I had what I
needed to make all my problems go away.

Once home we went into my room and began making out.  I felt so
good and tingled all over as he touched me in all the right
places.  When he slipped his finger inside my pussy he found it
full of goo.  "Who's cum is this?" he asked holding his fingers
out for me to see.

I'd cleaned up after the rape earlier and Henry wore a condom so
it had to be the last trucker's.  I told him and he grew
noticeably upset.  "He only paid you $60!" he almost screamed. 
"That's the price with a condom.  If he don't wanna wear one,
he's gotta pay an extra $20.  That's the rule!"  He was so mad
and yelling so much that his spittle was landing on me.  I nodded
without saying anything.

He fucked me and got up without saying anything.  From the door
way he dug out that little bag and pulled out another rock.  "You
need to start doing better if you want more of this," he said
tossing it towards me.  It hit the side of the bed and fell to
the floor.  I was on all fours scrambling for it not wanting it
to get away.  Pulling out the pipe I sat on the floor and inhaled
deeply as it worked it's magic.

****

The next morning I was awakened by the smell of bacon cooking. 
It was almost 10 in the morning and I'd slept for almost 12
hours. Ronnie didn't bother me anymore and I stayed in my room
alone all night.  It felt odd for some reason.

After peeing I went in to find mom cooking breakfast, humming and
had a big smile on her face.  "Someone's in a good mood," I said
grabbing a roll.

"Isn't he wonderful?" she asked almost beaming with excitement. 
I wanted to roll my eyes or make some sarcastic comment but felt
I'd better not.

"Where _IS_ prince charming?" I said with a grin.

"He's going to see about a job.  Pays really good."

"A job?  Really?  What kind of job?"

"I don't know all the details but it's got something to do with
storage rentals for butcher shops.  He's going to be the
manager."

"Storage rentals for butcher shops?  What kind of job is that?"

"Like I said I don't have all the details.  He said something
about the job is renting space to men for storing meat.  I guess
when they cut up a cow or something if they can't use all the
meat they need some place to keep it so it won't go bad."

I shook my head.  Poor naive mother.  He was managing a meat
storage business alright and the storage unit is between my legs.
 I was certain that's what he meant.  He was giving her a line of
bullshit and is probably laughing his ass off that she bought it.

We ate and talked and it felt like I was normal again.  We were
normal again.  Before all this shit with Rachael and now Ronnie.
Mom talked about work, asked me about school and then she dropped
a bomb.  "Ronnie asked me to marry him," she said excitedly.

I dropped my fork.  "WHAT?!  Mom you can't be serious.  You've
only known him for like two months and..."

"I've known him longer than you've been alive.  I love him and I
think it's time we're a family.  He wants that too.  He told me
he missed out on you growing up and wants to make it up to you."

"Did you say yes?"

"I told him I'd think about it but tomorrow night I get off at 8
o'clock and he's taking me out for dinner.  I think I'll tell him
yes tomorrow."

OH MY GOD!  I wanted to tell her about him, about what he's
making me do but something stopped me.  Was it fear of what he'd
do to me if I did that?  Was it fear that she wouldn't believe
me?  Was it fear that I'd never again get my precious crack if I
spilled the beans?  Whatever it was I didn't say anything.

We cleaned the kitchen and she began to dress for work.  I
watched as she backed out of the driveway at 11:40 on her way. 
Maybe it won't be that bad.  Maybe once they're married and he
sees me as his daughter and not just some young whore he'll treat
me better.  Maybe he really is getting a job and won't need me to
make money for him. It was a lot of maybes but I had to have
hope.

He got home about twenty minutes after mom left and had his weird
friend with him, one of the ones that helped him move and later
came over to fuck me.  They were carrying a few boxes and I
noticed it was computer stuff.

Before he moved in we didn't even have a computer.  Mom couldn't
afford one and I sat there watching as the two of them set it up.
Ronnie seemed to be very knowledgeable with computers and in no
time had it working and was using the internet. I suggested to
him that he should look for a job in the computer field and he
laughed.

His friend, Deek, came and sat next to me and put his arm over my
shoulder.  "Missed you Debs," he said tweaking my nipple.  I said
nothing and kept watching Ronnie.  The computer had a camera on
it and he went someplace where people could all see each other
because they all had cameras.  I thought that was cool.

Ronnie began "chatting" with people there and suddenly Deek had
his mouth on mine and grabbing my breasts.  Slowly he laid me
back and began removing my clothes.  His came off next then he
got on top of me, pushing his erection into me.

He sucked my nipples, licked my neck and sucked on my ear as I
kept my head turned watching Ronnie on the computer.  He kept
adjusting something on the monitor and I thought I could see us
on the screen. Deek kept plowing into me, not slowing down. 
After he came he simply got up and went for a beer.

"Debbie, come here," Ronnie said motioning with his hand.  I got
up and could feel Deek's cum oozing out of me as I walked over. 
"Say 'hi' to the guys," he said sitting back.  I looked on the
screen and saw my naked body filling a small box in the corner. 
He was in a chat room with nine other men, each with a small box
with their image in it.  I backed away.

"Come on, don't be shy," he said pulling my arm.  "They've
already seen you naked.  Hell, they just watched you fuck," he
added.  Taking the small ball off of the monitor he brought it
closer to me and told me to spread my legs.  I did and watched as
my pussy lips parted and a long string of cum dripped out and
plopped on the floor.

The screen went wild as guys were typing things and the chat part
was scrolling like mad.  Deek came back in and stood behind me
with his beer.  Ronnie kept pointing the camera at me going from
my feet to my neck and back again.  Someone asked to see my ass
so he had me turn around.

The number of men in the room kept going up as for the next half
an hour Ronnie had me do things for the camera.  Once Deek
finished his beer someone suggest that I masturbate with it so
that's what I did. I played with Deek's cum and they loved it
when I smeared it all over my nipples.

He took close-up shots of me playing with myself and got one of
mom's vibrators and had me use it.  Next came a cucumber and then
he got a trophey that I had won a few years ago for spelling and
wanted me to put it inside me. He had me kneel in front of him
and held the camera on me while I sucked his cock.

One of the guys in the chat room lived in Jackson and wanted to
drive over to meet me.  Ronnie negotiated something with him and
he quickly left the room.  Ronnie had me finish the blow job and
just before he came, had me sit on his lap and came inside of me.
  Afterwards he held the camera next to my pussy and had me
slowly ease off of him to show the others my pussy as it burped
out his cock and cum.  He then told the others the show was over
but that we'd be back later.

"You're not going to let that guy come over here and fuck me, are
you?" I asked standing up.

"Don't worry about what I do.  You worry about what I tell you to
do.  Now go put on something slutty."  I headed towards the
bathroom and Ronnie called out.  "Don't clean up.  He wants you
used."

Make up, a strapless half shirt and a black mini skirt with a
thong was all I had on when I came out of my room.  Deek was
still naked on the couch and Ronnie was on the computer.  I went
and stood next to him waiting for his approval.  He was on some
site called Craigslist and was filling out information about me.

"Come 'er," Deek said and I waited to see if that was okay with
Ronnie.  He didn't say anything so I went over.  Pushing me down
on the couch, he pulled my butt to the edge and knelt between my
legs.  My thong was pulled aside and he pushed his cock into me.
"Still wet, good," he said sawing back and forth.

Ronnie had his back to us while Deek fucked me for the second
time in about 30 minutes.  After a few minutes Ronnie got up and
said something to him and he pulled out of me and began jerking
off.  Right before he came he pushed it back into me and I felt
it throb as he shot off inside.  Pulling out, he replaced my
thong and pulled me up.

The three of us left in Ronnie's truck.  I didn't know where we
were going but I knew what I would be doing.  Deek kept his
fingers between my legs rubbing the crease made by my pussy
causing a large wet spot to form from all the cum leaking out of
me.  We pulled into an apartment complex and I wondered why.  I
figured that guy from Jackson would get a motel.

We knocked on the door of F1 and the door was opened by one of
Ronnie's friends who recently began coming around the house.  The
last time he was over I had to fuck him.  We went in and I was
handed my pipe and a rock.  I watched as the other guy, Orvil,
took his cock out and began jerking off.

I sat in an over-sized chair and Deek pulled my ass to the edge
again. The rock was almost gone when Orvil knelt in front of me,
his hand a blur as he quickly stroked his cock.  Just as I
finished my last drag, he pulled my thong out and away from me. 
My mind was cloudy, but I could see all the cum smashed against
my pussy and clinging to my thong like white lint on a dryer
filter.  Several thick lines tethered between the two.

Seconds later he leaned forward, pushing his cock head inside me.
 He still stroked his cock as he pumped several strong shots into
me.  Then, just as quickly as he came, he pulled out and we were
heading back to the truck.  We weren't in there but maybe 10
minutes at the most.

Ronnie's phone rang shortly after that.  He spoke for about 30
seconds and we were on our way.  We went to the Holiday Inn on
Clay Street just off Interstate 20.  After parking, we were
standing in front of room 211 and Ronnie knocked.  The curtin
jerked aside and the door quickly opened with a short, balding
man stepping aside for the three of us to enter.

"You're even more lovelier in person," he said closing the door.
He was smiling, staring at me and making me nervous.  Ronnie and
Deek sat in the two chairs near the table and the guy, my date,
just stood there looking at me.

"One eighty for an hour," Ronnie said breaking the silence.  I
looked at him.  That was a lot more than usual but the guy pulled
out his wallet and handed Ronnie a bunch of bills before guiding
me to the bed.  We sat side by side and he began kissing me.  I
kissed him back. Slowly he undressed me, leaving my cum-soaked
thong on.

It was totally drenched and cum oozed out along the sides. 
Gently he laid me back, cradling my neck as I reclined.  Then he
began to kiss and lick me starting from my forehead all the way
down to my belly button covering every inch between.  Getting on
the floor, he leaned over me and began smelling my panties.

Taking them by the sides, he asked me to rise up and he slowly
pulled them down, releasing a torrent of mucus with it.  "Oh,
God, that's lovely," was all he said leaning forwards and putting
his mouth over my sex.  For the next several minutes he licked
and sucked on my pussy.  Only Rachael had ever done that before
and I half expected him to come up and give me a mouthful of cum
but he never did.  He swallowed it as he sucked it out.

Ronnie and Deek both were making faces as he feasted on it as if
he was starving.  Once my pussy was cleaned, he began licking the
crotch of my thong to clean that as well.  He was very through
cleaning every- thing, then stood and began to undress.  I knew
what was coming next.  Instead he wanted me to suck him.

He was slightly below average, maybe six inches and not thick at
all, about the width of two of my finger together.  I easily
sucked it into my mouth and kept it there the entire time.

"I'm coming," he grunted after a few minutes.  "Don't swallow it,
keep it in your mouth."  I pulled it out until only the head
remained and let it fire volley after volley of watery, bitter
cum into my mouth.  Afterwards he kissed me, shoving his tongue
into my mouth and sucking out his cum.  Damn this guy liked the
taste of cum of something.  He laid back, pulling me with him,
our lips locked in a deep kiss.  I was on top of him and his
tongue searched every corner of my mouth for cum.

For the past year and a half guys have been pumping loads of cum
into my body and now this guy is trying to suck it out.  Funny
how that is.  He was panting next to me and I watched as his
little cock shriveled up into its skin and almost disappeared. 
It reminded me of a turtle pulling its head into its shell.  I
looked at the clock.  3:54. He still had about 15 minutes of his
hour to go.

"Does she see a lot of clients?" this guy asked Ronnie like I
wasn't even there.  A lot of guys do that.  Talk around me and
about me but usually not to me.

"Sometimes.  Why?"

"Well, I, uhm.  I'm not sure how to ask but I was wondering if I
could, you know, do that again?"

"Sure, if you got the money you can do it as much as you want."

"No, I mean, mmm, how can I say this?   I mean clean her up after
she's done, you know like after each client."  I looked at him
and then at Ronnie.  This guy is really weird.  Who wants to suck
stranger's cum out of a whore?  "I got a van.  She can use it to
meet clients and I can go in afterwards and uh, clean her up."  I
was shocked.  Is this guy for real?

I looked at Ronnie and saw him scheming something.  If there's a
way to make money, he's all for it.  He leaned closer to Deek and
whispered something to him.  Deek gave a smile and looked over at
us.  I wasn't sure what they said or who they were talking about.
"$20 a pop," Ronnie said looking at the man who just paid for me.

"What do you mean?" weirdo asked.

"I mean for every time you suck the cum out of her you gotta pay
me $20.  Take it or leave it."  He sat back, lacing his fingers
behind his head as if he was some superior god or something.

The weirdo looked at me, then at my pussy then back at Ronnie.
"Okay," he said with a smile.  You've got to be kidding!  "Do I
have to pay you after each one or when it's all done?"

"I'll keep track of how much you owe me and you can pay at the
end." That goes against everything he told me.  "Is there a limit
on how much you wanna pay?"

"I brought $600 dollars with me.  The room was $60 and I gave you
$180.  That leaves me with about $360," he said doing the math in
his head.  I'm not very good at math but I knew that meant I'd
get fucked a lot tonight.  Ronnie had a big grin on his face.

-end of part 7-

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