The Farmer's Granddaughter, Chapter 12 By wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com ) ~~~ The knocking sounded far away. Was I dreaming? I heard it again, a little louder this time. I opened my eyes, realizing that I was still in the shit-hole motel. Annabel was still curled up next to me, her leg scarcely touching mine. Rubbing my eyes I looked at the clock. 9:34 am. What the fuck? The knocking returned and this time I knew it was our door and not one next door. I got up; grabbing the towel Annabel had used last night to partially cover myself. I had to hold it behind me as it didn't quite reach far enough to tuck it in. Peering through the hole I saw the manager standing there looking around behind him as if he was expecting someone to come up behind him. I shook my head. What in the fuck does he want? "Yea?" I called through the door. "It's Carl," he called out hardly louder than a whisper. "Yea, I know. What do you want?" "Can you open the door? I gotta talk to you." I sighed. Damn it. Reaching for the deadbolt, I pulled the door open, still holding the towel securely behind my back. He was wearing the same dirty tee-shirt and started to walk in. He stopped when I didn't step aside. "What do you want?" "Well, I just wanted to tell you that check-out is at 11," He said looking past me to the bed. "Unless you need to stay another night," he added with his gross smile. "I'm sure we can work something out if you need to stay longer." "Thanks for the offer, but I think we're leaving today," I said trying to shut the door. His hand grabbed it just before it hit him. "WAIT!" he exclaimed placing his foot against the door. "I really enjoyed yesterday and I thought maybe I could, uh, well, you know, spend some more time with her," he added still trying to see past me. I stood staring at the little man shaking my head. What a bottom feeder. "How much do you have?" "Huh? What do you mean?" "Money, man, how much money do you have? Got eighty for twenty minutes?" "Uh, well, hum, no, I don't really have that much to spare..." "Then I guess we're finished here," I said putting pressure on the door to move him. "Could you please wait? I think we can work something out!" I stopped pushing on the door. "I'm listening." "I've got a lotta friends, you know, like last night who would pay what you're asking." "Okay, what do you propose?" I asked, using his word from last night. "Well, I was thinking that I could let you use the room again for today at no charge and maybe call a few friends over, as many as you want, and they'd pay you to, uh, you know to be with her," he said grinning. He was so proud of his grand idea. I looked down at the little weasel and smiled back. It's actually not a bad plan as he did generate a couple of hundred dollars for me in a short time. Perhaps we could stay another night and see what happens. "I hear there's a rodeo nearby, got any connections?" "Are you kidding me? I used to be a rodeo clown and know *everyone* who participates. I still go to most of them `round here so yea, I got connections." "Excellent, Carl, I think we just worked out a deal," I said stepping aside allowing him in. His eyes focused on the slumbering body partially exposed beneath the sheet and blanket. "God even sleeping she looks like an angel." He said stepping closer. "Here' the plan, Carl, the room for the day and you supply all the paying cock you can find." "What do you mean *all*?" "Just what I said. Keep them coming until I tell you to stop. Can you handle that?" "Exactly how many are we talkin' about?" "As many as you can find, Carl. As long as they've got eighty dollars, I don't care who they are or what they look like. Just get them over here." He stood just inside the room staring at me dumbfounded, unsure if I was serious or not. "I... uh, are you sure?" "Look, man, I need about five grand in two days so yea, I'm sure." He swallowed hard, giving another look at Annabel. "She might get hurt," he said showing some bizarre concern which seemed out of context. "Don't worry about her, she can handle it. The question is can you handle getting the customers here?" "Yea, I can do it, but I'd like a little of the take, if you know what I mean." "No, Carl, I don't. Why don't you tell me? What the fuck do you mean?" I asked feeling my nostrils flaring open. His statement got my blood boiling. "You're gunna make a lotta money from my friends so I think maybe I should get some of it too. Not a lot, just a little." Is he serious? He's trying to cut into my profits? I was about to punch him in his ugly face and tell him to fuck off, but this was too great of a way to make some quick cash without doing any work for it. That was my kind of job. I'd give him a bone. "Alright, Carl, here's the deal, you can fuck her now and fuck her again when it's all over with and I'll kick in five percent of the take." "Twenty percent," he said. I felt my hand ball into a fist. I had to control myself. "You can't be serious!" "It's my motel room and I'm the one gettin' the guys over here to pay you, so yea, I'm serious. You'll make a lotta money, even after payin' me twenty percent." "I'll make more paying you ten percent." "I want twenty." "You'll get ten or I'm walking and you won't get to fuck her ever again." He swallowed hard, giving another glance at Annabel. When he licked his lips I knew he was hooked. "The room, three fucks and ten percent." "Alright, you've got a deal," I said extending my hand. He took it, shaking it like a used car salesman making his first sale, squeezing it hard and using his free hand to hold the back of my hand. Creepy. "Can we have some privacy?" he asked gawking at me as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Not this time. I'm not going anywhere. If you want to fuck her, do it while I'm here or forget about it." He looked at her as he continued undressing. It wasn't that I wanted to watch him fucking her; I just didn't feel like getting dressed and leaving the room for twenty minutes. Maybe a little later I'll drive to McDonald's for some breakfast, but it will be when I'm ready and not when he says. His cock was surprisingly large for a troll his size but had a really bad curve to the left. I smiled wondering if he had to turn sideways to take a piss. Naked he got into bed with Annabel and carefully pulled the sheets away. She stirred, turning her head to face the wall. He began to suckle her breasts. "Jake?" She croaked her mouth dry and her voice strained. Lifting her head she saw Carl naked in bed with her touching her pussy while licking her nipples. "JAKE!" she cried out louder trying to sit up. "Just relax, and go with it Annabel," I said pulling out one of the chairs near the window. Carl took his time with her, kissing and licking her from head to toe, much to her dismay. She wasn't enjoying it and kept her eyes tightly closed most of the time. The few times she opened them, she looked my way, only to see my stern expression and quickly shut them again. After almost ten minutes of slurping and drooling on her, he moved between her legs, pushing them apart with his knees. This was going to be interesting to see how he was going to get that crooked-ass cock into her. Surprisingly, he only needed to turn his body slightly to align the head with her swollen hole. With one gentle push, he entered her, sliding fully inside and remained motionless for about a full minute to savor the sensation of her warm, juicy pussy. Slowly he began moving back and forth, increasing the speed and intensity with every stroke. She held onto his sides, parting her legs wider as he thrust back and forth. Supporting his body above her by his elbows, he watched her face as he fucked into her. The cold vinyl seat had finally warmed but still was stuck to my ass. The towel offered no protection as it didn't reached around my butt. Reaching for the bag of weed I rolled a joint and fired it up. I really needed it to kick-start my day. I figured once Carl finished I'd run out for some food. She'll need to keep her strength up for the next few days as she'll have one hell of a ride. I smiled thinking of how much money the little slut was going to make for me by Sunday. At the rate she's going, I'll have more than enough for my tuition and expenses by tomorrow night. Pinching the roach between my fingers I sucked out the last of what I could before dropping it into the ashtray. Carl was reaching his crescendo, huffing and gasping as the headboard tapped out a steady thumping sound against the thin wall. I could only imagine what the guests in the next room thought of all the noise going on in here, especially after last night, but fuck them, I didn't give a shit. Getting his hands under her ass, he raised her hips off the mattress to get deeper inside of her. The sheets were pushed off the bed as his feet dug into the bed, desperately searching for traction. Annabel's light body had been pushed further up the bed and for a while her head had been banging against the headboard. Her neck was now bent as she ran out of room to move. Carl sure knew how to fuck a whore and really tore into her. Seconds later he bellowed loudly, growling as he polluted her womb with his seed. Panting he remained motionless his sweaty body crushing her under his weight. He was short enough to be almost face to face with her and had to bend his neck the opposite direction to remain on top of her. I could only see her left arm and leg as he covered her like a wet fleshy blanket. "Time's up," I called out, reaching for the towel as it dropped once I stood. The little troll didn't even stir as I approached the bed. "Let's go, Carl, it's almost 10 and you've got a lot of calls to make," I said shaking him with my foot. For some reason I didn't even want to touch the creep and wrinkled my nose as my sole came into contact with his sticky skin. "Move it already!" "I'm coming!" he croaked, lifting himself from her chest. She sucked in a deep breath of air. "No, I think you already did. Now you're going," I corrected. "Have the guys start showing up as soon as possible," I told him sitting on the bed next to them. "Ten-thirty or so will be fine." "That's only a half an hour from now," he pointed out. "Yea, I know. Is that too much of a challenge for you? I thought you had a ton for friends, surely you can have someone here in thirty minutes," I said almost making it a challenge. "No, I can do it, don't you worry `bout that," he said rolling off of her, exiting the bed from the other side. "I just don't want it to be too early, you know in case she wants to sleep more." "Let me worry about her sleeping arrangements, you just worry about getting her some cock. Remember you're getting a little piece of the pie so the more I make, the more you make, okay?" He nodded pulling his slacks back up his sore-covered legs. Probably bed bugs or something. "You never did tell me how many guys you wanted me to set her up with," he said pulling the dingy shirt over his pot belly. "Like I said, you just worry about setting them up; I'll take care of the rest. When I feel she's had enough, I'll let you know." He sat in the chair I had been sitting on to tie his scuffed-up dress shoes. His eyes hardly left the bed as Annabel sat staring at the wall while we spoke. He stood, approaching us. "Has that ever happened?" He asked. I was baffled by his question. "Has what ever happened?" "Has she ever `had enough'?" I chuckled at his ridicules question. "No, not yet. I'm curious to see what her actual limit is though," I added standing to walk him to the door. "Remember, keep them coming until I give you the word, got it?" He nodded. "That is *if* you can handle your end of the bargain," I said giving him one more motivational dig. "Don't worry, I'll hold up my end, you just keep collecting the money," he replied taking one last look at her. "I still can't believe a girl that beautiful would want to do something like this. It's crazy." "Yea I know, but what can I do, she's a nympho and can't get enough so we worked out this plan where she gets all the cock she wants and I get all the money. It's a perfect arrangement don't you think?" I said smiling. "Yea, I guess." "Look, Carl, let the guys know they'll only get fifteen minutes with her for seventy dollars." "Why? I thought it was twenty minutes for eighty dollars." "It was but I figured at twenty minutes each time she can only do three an hour. This way she can do four and besides, most guys don't last the full twenty minutes. So instead of making $240 an hour, she'll be making me, er, us, $280. A much better deal, don't you think?" He seemed to let that bounce around his head for a minute before nodding. "Yea, I guess so." "Oh, and I don't want a room full of guys so figure something out. She might get nervous with so many guys leering at her." "Yea, I guess you're right," he replied not taking his eyes off of her. "You'd better go now, Carl, you've got a lot of calls to make," I said stepping into his line of view. He grinned before leaving the room. I clicked the deadbolt before joining her on the bed. "Good morning, bright eyes," I said reaching over to brush aside her few stray locks of hair. She pursed her lips but didn't respond. "Are you hungry?" She shrugged her shoulder. "I'll bet you're thirsty, aren't you? She didn't react. "Here, let me get you a glass of water." I was gone just a few seconds into the bathroom to get her a plastic cup full of water and held it out to her. "Here," I said as she didn't take it right away. "Come on, Annabel, drink it." Finally she took it from me but didn't drink any. She'll need to be more animated if we're going to pull this off. Some guys are okay with fucking a corps, but most want the whore to fuck them back or at least to act like she's enjoying it. Annabel's just lying there like a cadaver allowing the guys to do all the work. That has to change. "I have something for you," I said pulling out the bag of crack. I know you want this, don't you? Remember you've got to take your medicine everyday or you'll suffer a slow, painful death and I'm sure you don't want that. Hell, I don't want to see that happen to you either. I've seen it before and trust me, the pain gets so bad you'll want to put a bullet in your head before you actually die." She took the rock much quicker than the water. Reaching for the drawer next to the bed I grabbed her pipe and lighter and dropped it on the bed beside her. She stared at it for a while almost as if she was contemplating on using it or not. I was pretty sure she was hooked, but if her will was strong enough, she might be able to kick the habit on her own. I'll have to make sure I break her will. "Let me hold your water," I said taking the cup. "Go on and take your medicine, Baby Girl." It took a few seconds before she finally picked up the paraphernalia. "That's my girl, go ahead and light it up, you know you want to," I reiterated with a smile. Slowly she dropped the crystal into the opening and placed the pipe between her lips. I held my breath until she flicked the lighter on and brought the flame closer. I smiled, getting off the bed to move away from the vapors. "You know, Annabel, we've got an amazing opportunity right now to make some fast cash. Carl is going to send over some friends like he did last night and we're going to be making a ton of money! Doesn't that sound great? Once we've made enough money, you can stop doing this, but right now I need for you to do this for me. For us. And the baby. I promise once we have enough money, you'll never have to worry about doing this again," I said smiling. She didn't respond but it was hard to as her lungs were being filled with the smoke. I knew that I would need to change her attitude to keep the customers happy and the best way was with the crack and maybe a pill or two of the ecstasy. I'll start her off with one and see how it goes. I waited until she finished smoking before I dug into the bag and pulled out one of the white pills with the smiley face. How cute. "Here's your water," I said handing her the glass. "And I want you to take this," I added extending my palm with the pill. She seemed more energetic after getting her fix and stared at the round pill. "What is it?" "It will make you feel better so take it." Cautiously she took it, looking closely at the grinning face staring back at her. She discovered it was blank on the other side. "Go on, Annabel, swallow it." Leaning her head back she dropped it onto her tongue at the very back of her throat before gulping it down with several swallows of water. "If you need another let me know, I've got a bag of them," I said holding up the Ziploc bag a quarter of the way filled with the small white pills. I sat on the bed next to her. "I'm very glad you're here," I said smiling at her. "I don't know what I'd do without you." For the first time since last night she looked me in the eye. "Do you mean that?" "Well of course I do Sweet cheeks. I'd be totally lost without you here. You have no idea how much you mean to me." "Then why are you making me do that stuff?" "Annabel I already told you. We need money and this is the best way to do it. I promise you as soon as we have enough, you won't have to do it anymore." I answered her, kissing her cheek. "If my dad gives me the money he owes me you might be able to stop after today." "Really? She asked hopefully, the corner of her mouth curling upward. "Of course. Do you think I enjoy letting all these assholes fuck you? No I don't. I mean you're my girl, the love of my life and the mother of my child. It's hurting me more than you, trust me." "Then why let them?" "Annabel I'm getting tired of repeating myself. You know the answer to that so stop asking it, okay? You're starting to piss me off!" "I'm sorry, Jake," she said returning her stare to her hands on her lap. "You're feeling better, right?" She nodded. "I'll make sure you feel great all the time as long as you're doing what you're supposed to do, understand?" Slowly she nodded, not looking up. "If you ever piss me off, Annabel, you'll be sorry, I promise you that!" "I won't do that, Jake." "That's my girl," I said patting her exposed leg with a big smile. "Now I have a little treat for you." "What is it?" she asked enthusiastically, returning her look of admiration toward me. "You see, Honey, that's the way I want you to look at me all the time," I said smiling. "Okay?" She nodded. "When was the last time I came in you?" "Huh?" "A simple question, Annabel. I think it was the night before we left the farm, right? The days have been a blur lately and I can't even remember when I last came." "You want to make love to me?" she asked perking her eyebrows at the thought I was would finally show her some physical affection. "Oh hell no, Annabel, I'm not sticking my cock into that cesspit of yours. But I will let you suck me off," I said pulling the towel away to expose my erection. The all day, nonstop fuck shows I've been subjected to and my usual morning wood gave me the urge to bust a nut, even if it was inside the skanky little whore. "Go on, what are you waiting for?" I asked shaking my cock at her. "What's a `cesspit'?" "What's a cesspit?" I asked reaching between her legs to slid two fingers knuckle deep into her used pussy. Slowly I pulled them out, showing her the slime coating my fingers. "This is a cesspit. Now do what I told you and suck my dick!" Obediently she leaned forward, grasping my cock and moving her mouth closer. Lying back, I placed my hand on the back of her head to guide the speed and depth of her blowjob. She's had a lot of practice lately and didn't even flinch when I shoved it too deep. I was right on the edge and ready to pop. "Harder, suck harder," I urged feeling the fluids in my balls boiling, nearly ready to explode. "Just a little more," I groaned. Her efforts increased as well as her hand and mouth along my shaft. I'd forgotten how good it feels having her sucking me off. "Mmmmmm, yes, Annabel, just like that you're doing great." Seconds later I fired the first of several volleys of cum to the back of her throat, quickly filling her mouth as it pooled just beyond her teeth. "Don't suck too hard," I moaned experiencing the prickly needle sensation that my cock usually gets after I cum. "Swallow," I told her shifting the hair from her face so that I could see. She swallowed it all in one hard gulp, keeping my shrinking head between her lips, nursing on it like a new born suckling a teat. "You did great, Babe," I said smiling at her. "You're going to make me a shit-load of money, you know that?" I added tweaking her nose. "Huh? What did you say?" she asked pulling her mouth away. "What do you mean?" "I mean you're going to make *US* a shit-load of money," I corrected myself. I don't want her getting the wrong idea. "I'm just gunna do this `til we got `nuff money, right? I ain't gunna do this a lot, right?" I sighed. I don't want the little whore getting too wise to my plans, not just yet. I need to keep her off balanced and working her little ass off as long as I need her to and if she suspects I'm just using her for money, she might give me a lot of drama. "Of course, Baby Doll. You're doing this so that you, me and the baby will have a good life. I only have about three semesters left and you'll be pregnant until the middle of next semester and once I graduate, I'll take care of you, I promise." "And our baby, right?" she clarified. I smiled, shaking my head. "Of course, Annabel. You come as a package deal, baby and all," I said sitting up to kiss the top of her head. I wasn't kissing her cum-covered lips, even if the cum was mine. Cum is cum and it's only for her. "Now look, Babe today is very important and I need you to do something for me. For us. We have an opportunity to make a lot of money today but I need for you to stay focused. You've got to really be on the game today and don't do anything stupid, okay?" "What do you mean?" "Look, there's going to be a few guys coming here to fuck you and they're paying us good money to do it. It won't be hard, just keep your legs spread and move your hips while they're fucking you. It will also help to moan every once in a while so they think you're enjoying it." "How many guys will there be?" "I'm not sure; Carl is setting them up so there's no telling. I have to pay him for each guy he brings over for you so you'll need to do a few extra to make up for what I lose." "They won't hurt me will they?" "No, Sweetheart, they won't. I won't let anyone hurt you. It's just going to be straight fucking, maybe some anal and some sucking, but nothing weird. You can handle that can't you?" "I'm still a little sore from yesterday." "Don't worry about that, once you're into it, you'll forget all about the pain. Besides, you have three holes so if one gets too sore, switch to another one. Now why don't you brush your teeth, you've got cum breath and maybe splash some water between your legs to clean some of that gunk off," I said staring at the trickle of white honey dripping from her shoddy hole. I smiled watching as she crawled out of bed and waddled her way toward the bathroom, walking with a slight wobble. I wasn't sure if it was the drugs or the sex that had her so light-headed, but frankly I didn't care. As long as she did what I told her to do and put some money in my pocket, I didn't care how she walked. Besides, it looked kind of sexy. She was still in the bathroom when there was a knock at the door. It was too soon for him to have someone lined up already, or was it? The time was 10:20 and I'd be impressed if Carl had someone so quick. Slipping on my jeans I checked the viewer and noticed a man about ten years older than me standing there staring at the door as if he had X-ray vision. I opened the door about a foot wide but didn't say anything. "Carl sent me," he said grinning. I smiled back, swinging the door wide to allow him in. "Where's the girl?" he asked noticing the small room was empty. "She's in the bathroom. Go ahead and get comfortable, I'll get her for you," I said clicking the dead bolt. I don't think she'll mind fucking this guy as he's not too old, not too fat and not too ugly. At least she's starting her day off with someone decent. Pushing the bathroom door open I stepped inside. Annabel was sitting on the toilet staring up at the light bulb with a stupid grin on her face. I watched her for a few seconds and made my presences known by clearing my throat when she began giggling. "Hi Jake," she said smiling at me. "Isn't the light pretty?" she asked glancing upward. "Yea, Babe, it's great, now get moving, you're first customer is here." She didn't budge and I moved closer. "Let's go, time is money and you're wasting both!" I said pulling her upward. She had never acted this way before so it must the ecstasy affecting her. Getting her upright she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me. "I really love you so much, Jake," she mumbled twisting back and forth as she held on tightly. "Come on, Annabel, you've got work to do, remember?" "Jake," she said looking up at me. "Do you love me?" I sighed. "Of course I love you, now let's go, someone's waiting for you." "When will we get married?" "Annabel, that's enough talking, let's go!" I said pushing her toward the door. The guy had already striped naked and was lying in the bed slowly stroking his rapidly inflating cock. She stopped short, causing me to bump into her. "Hi," she said giggling again. I didn't know what the fuck was in that pill, but she's acting all crazy. "Hey there, sexy," she said grinning at her. "Carl was right, you really *are* beautiful!" "Go greet him properly," I urged, pushing her toward the bed. She stumbled slighting, putting her hands out to brace her fall. Like a drugged-out fool, she thought it was funny and began laughing. "Carl told you the deal, right?" I asked walking to the opposite side of the bed. "Yea, I got the money right here," he said pulling his hand out from under the pillow. A fifty and a twenty. I smiled. "Fifteen minutes," I said noticing it was 10:25. "Not a minute longer, understood?" "Yea, yea, I got it," he replied helping Annabel onto the bed. Surprisingly she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing his chest tightly. His hand went to her head to prod it lower. She knew what he wanted and slid down his stomach before wrapping her mouth around his full erection. He groaned and I smiled. That's exactly what I want her to do. Like a well established whore she began sliding her mouth up and down while playing with his saggy ball-sack. I stuffed the money into my pocket. "I'm going to take a shower, when I'm done, you should be too, if you know what I'm talking about," I said giving a stern look at him. "I know I only got fifteen minutes," he said stroking her hair. "That's fifteen minutes from the time you walk into the room until the time you walk out," I said glancing at the clock. "You've got exactly ten minutes from right now so I suggest you start fucking her or else you might just run out of time." He turned toward the clock and reached down for her. "Come on, little Darlin', time to pay the piper," he said pulling her along side of him before rolling on top of her. She was squealing by the time I entered the bathroom. I smiled. Another satisfied customer. Once in the bathroom I pulled out the large wad of cash I had been collecting since I left the farm. With the grand I was paid and the twenty-six dollars Annabel gave me and the money I received from her fucking, I had just over nineteen hundred dollars. I needed thirty-one more just to pay tuition. I was really hoping dad comes through for me and gives me my money. I'll still prostitute her out, but it won't be a life-or-death situation. The bed began slamming against the wall and the sounds of their `love making' resounded into the small room. I had left the door ajar to monitor what went on and I was starting to think that maybe I should close it. Reaching beyond the curtain I turned the water on. The shower felt great. Three months of showering outside with only cold water really made me long for a long hot one. I don't know how long I stayed in there, but I didn't really want to get out. I must have stood under the spray for about ten minutes just letting the water cascade from my body before I remember Annabel and the stranger. Stepping out I smiled hearing the familiar banging sound of the headboard against the wall. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist before reaching for my watch. It was ten minutes before eleven and the guy was way over his time. Damn it! Pulling the door open I marched into the room ready to flay into the guy when what I saw stopped me just inside the room. Some large, stocky black guy was pounding into her like a condemned man enjoying his last meal. He was really going at her, actually putting divots into the wall from the headboard. "Take it easy, man," I said walking closer, "You're going to fuck her into the next room!" That didn't seem to faze him at all. I wasn't even sure if he heard me over his grunts. "HEY!" I shouted slapping him on his sweaty back. "Slow the fuck down!" Surprised by the sudden intrusion he stopped and turned my way. "Who da fuck you is?" he asked with a snarl. "I should be asking you that question. Who are you and what do you think you're doing?" "Fuckin' dis ho," he replied keeping our eye contact. "Yea, I see that, but that shit ain't free," I told him ready to pull the much larger man off of her. "I paid." "You didn't pay me. Where's the money?" "Over there on the table," He said looking away from me. I could see a pile of crumbled up bills balled up on the table by the door. "How did you get in here?" "Mike. Carl told me the room and I knocked on the doe and Mike opened it and lemme in." I didn't say anything else as I headed for the table to count the money. Mostly tens and fives, but the full payment was there. I hadn't even started counting it when he resumed fucking her with the same intensity and fierce velocity as before. Since I wasn't sure how long he'd been here I figured I'd give him until 11 to finish just to be sure. He's a really big guy and I didn't want to piss him off too much by stopping him before his time was up. I sat at the table and watched for the last seven minutes of his brutal battering of Annabel's innards. If she wasn't sore before him, she definitely will be. A minute before 11 I could tell he was nearing his peak. His pace became uneven, his strokes were not as deep and his grunts were more frantic. Crushing his hips into hers, he bellowed loudly before coming to a rest on top of her, panting hard. He's done. "Time's up," I reminded him. He moaned one last time before rolling over toward me. My jaw dropped as his deflating cock flopped out of her and plopped onto his thigh. Damn how in the hell did she take that fucker? It was as long as Jimbo's but much thicker. I couldn't stop staring at the thick slab of dark meat resting on his leg like a sleeping hairless kitten. "DAMN." The knocking at the door distracted me as I gathered my thoughts before checking to see who it was. Another man stood just beyond the door looking back and forth in a nervous manner. A loud roar from the bed turned my attention back to black man pulling himself up. He was really big, larger than Jimbo and much stockier. Shit I'd hate to meet this guy in a dark alley. There was another knock. "Just a minute," I called out checking the peephole once again as the giant dressed. He must have a lot of force behind his thrusts and poor Annabel received his full strength. She'll be feeling the effects of that thing for the rest of the day. Once his pants were on his he was buttoning his shirt, I opened the door. This was a white guy a little older and smaller than me. I had to laugh at the contrast between the two. "Dats the tightest pussy I ever fucked befo'," the black Goliath said smirking. I just shook my head. My eighty-year-old grandmother would feel tight for something that size. As he sat to put on his shoes, the new guy sat in the other chair to remove his. It was almost comical. They both seemed to know each other and chatted small talk until the black guy stood, towering over the much smaller white guy. When the subject of bronco busting came up, I had to interject. "Look, man, you're on the clock and you only have fifteen minutes to fuck her. If you don't start now, you'll run out of time." He looked at me dumbfounded, seemingly confused by what I said. "And do you have my money?" "Carl said seventy, right?" he asked pulling out his worn leather wallet. "Yea, seventy." I watched as he counted out three twenty dollar bills and a ten before extending his hand. The black guy was stepping outside at the same time the white guy was paying. "The whore's over there," I said motioning to the bed as I walked to get my shirt on the floor. He stood to finish undressing as I pulled my shirt over my head. Leaving his clothes on the table, he quickly made his way to the bed with a huge smile. His smirk quickly disappeared as he stood near the bed. "Can you clean her up?" he asked looking my way. Stepping beside him I looked between her parted legs and felt the veins in my neck poke out. Damn she was torn up. Her reddened hole gaped open as a steady trickle of clotty sperm leaked out. The labia was swollen and elongated with one of the lips slightly tucked into the opening like a frightened slug seeking shelter. It's hard to believe that just a few short months ago her pussy was a smooth, tight little slit with no signs of labia and now, after a steady feast of various sized cocks, her pussy is loose and saggy like any common street whore. Damn, such a shame. She had one of the tightest pussies I'd ever fucked. She'll never be the same, especially after the baby. "Well?" the newest guy said clearing his throat. I was so lost in thought that I'd forgotten that he was there. "I'll get her cleaned up," I said heading to the bathroom for a wash cloth. As soon as I touched her skin with the warm rag she jerked and began giggling. Damn crazy slut! After a few swipes of the thin rag, all signs of her previous lovers were washed away. At least on the outside. I handed it to her with the instructions to wipe her pussy after each guy. She smiled, her dilated eyes and grinning smile told me that she was still pretty fucked up. "Finished?" the naked man asked moving closer to the bed. "Yea, I'm done. She's all yours," I said stepping aside. As he mounted her I sat near the window wondering if my dad came through or not. He seemed pretty concerned for Annabel but I had a feeling that he'd fall short. He always does. Pulling out my cell I scrolled to his number but didn't push talk. It would be best to see him in person. Besides in the slim chance that he actually *did* have my money, I'd have to go pick it up anyway. Using the room phone I punched the "0" key and waited as it rang a couple of times. "Yea?" "Carl?" "Yea, whatcha want?" I glanced over to the little dude fucking Annabel. Although a normal size, his cock probably got lost inside of her, especially after being fucked by that big gorilla with the elephant-sized dick. "My girl needs a baby sitter." "Huh? Whatcha talkin' `bout?" "I need to go someplace for a while and I don't want to leave her alone with these guys. There's no telling what they'll do to her." "I trust these guys. Most I've been knowing for years." "That maybe true, but *I* don't know them and I've got to protect my investment. Since you're making money on this too, why don't you come and sit with her while I'm gone. You can still make calls from the room. "I can't. I gotta work the front in case someone comes in for a room. I also have the maid here and I gotta get her supplies and the schedule." "Don't you have someone else to work for you?" "No, not really. I guess I could call my brother-in-law Duane. He's covered for me a few times before but not for long." "Call Duane to cover for you. I won't be gone long." "He'll expect payment." "Tell him that he can fuck Annabel for free, just get him over here as soon as you can!" "I've got the next two guys waiting in the office for her." "And?" "And I can't leave them alone until Duane gets here," he whispered. "Oh, so you trust them to be alone with my girl but not enough to leave them alone in your office?" He was silent for a few seconds. "Look the guy here now won't last much longer. Why don't you bring both guys with you and lock the office. Tell them they'll have thirty minutes for both of them for $140. That way we'll make the money and you won't have to worry about leaving them alone. Just then the little guy began charging into her like an offensive lineman, causing the headboard to begin its customary thumping against the wall. The rickety old bed was really being put through the ringer today. "Are you getting any complaints from the room next door?" I asked watching as his thrusts reached his maximum capacity, causing the bed to bang louder. "You mean room 18?" I didn't know which room was which but I figured since the room closet to the office on his side of the walkway was number 2, the room on the other side of us had to be 18. "Yea, the one right next to the bed." "Naw, that room's empty so there's no one to complain. Why?" I held the phone out, allowing him to hear how loud the tapping was. "That's why," I said smirking as the guy began doing some kind of squirming dance on top of her. He wasn't loud or anything, just that hip thing that he was doing was pretty funny. "I've got an idea," I said watching as he slowly came to a stop. "Why not have the guys wait in the room next door that way they're close and you won't have to worry about them being in the office. You can call more that just one or two at a time that way." "That's a great idea!" he said enthusiastically. "I think this guy's about finished if the three of you want to come over now," I said watching him gasping for air on top of her. "Okay, sure, right after I call Duane." I just hung up without responding. "You're time's up," I said standing beside the bed. Slowly he rolled off of her onto his back next to where I stood. The head of his uncircumcised cock quickly slipped inside the foreskin like a terrified turtle. It didn't seem so "normal" now. "He lied," the guy panted, still trying to catch his breath. I had no fucking clue what he was talking about. Did Carl lie about how beautiful she was? "Excuse me?" "Martin. The big guy that just left. Said her pussy was tight. That shit ain't tight at all. I could hardly feel myself inside of her." I chuckled, shaking my head. I'd better bite my tongue. "The next guys are on their way so you'd better get a move on," I told him walking away. "My time ain't up," he said glancing to the clock. "Yes it is so get moving. You only get one blow for the dough so it's time for you to go," I said proud of myself for coming up with that rhyme on the spur of the moment. Slowly he pulled himself from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. Seconds later there was a knock at the door. I didn't even bother checking to see who it was and opened it to see two middle-aged men dress in full cowboy garb. "Come on in," I said stepping aside. The other guy came out of the bathroom about his time and greeted the two new comers like long lost friends. Perhaps they were. "I gotta pee," Annabel announced, catching the attention of the cowboys for the first time. One gave a long, loud wolf whistle once she saw her sitting up. Even with all that she's been through she still look stunning. "Go ahead and make sure you clean up while you're in there," I instructed. The three resumed talking so I interjected. "Look, guys, she's got a full day ahead of her so there's no time for chit-chatting. If you're here to talk, take it outside. If you're here to fuck, let's get a move one, she doesn't have a lot of time." Like a well rehearsed play, the two new comers began undressing while the first guy began to redress. As the second guy was pulling down his boxers, Annabel returned, stopping at the doorway to look at the now naked men. "Get in bed, Annabel," I warned giving her a stern look. I didn't need her to start giving me attitude now. Slowly she made her way there as one of the men joined her. "I need the money," I said before the second man could follow suit. The man in bed with her instructed him to get the money from his front pocket while he fished through his own jeans to get his share. It didn't take long before I had another $140 in my hand. "She does anal so feel free to double-team her," I told them watching as the original guy reached for the door knob. The second man approached the bed from the other side and began sucking on her nipple while she sucked on the other guy's cock. This is going to be a very profitable venture. "You like it up the ass?" the guy she was sucking asked. She didn't respond but she didn't need to. He was going to fuck her in the ass whether she wanted him to or not. They flipped her around onto her knees as the one who asked the question moved behind her, pulling her hips up. A knock at the door distracted me. Looking through the view I saw Carl standing there with a smile on his face. I opened the door. "Suck me now," the other guy told her moving around to be in front of her. She wasted no time in getting her mouth around his bloated cock. "Come in," I told him as I stepped aside. Once inside I closed the door, giving him a pat on the back. There was no way I could have pulled this off without him and I was grateful. He was staring at the action on the bed. "You've got more coming, right?" He didn't look away from them. "Carl?" "Huh, oh, yea, I've got a few more." "How many?" "I dunno, eight or nine maybe?" "That's it? She's going through four guys an hour so eight or nine guys will only be about two hours. You need to call more. A lot more, okay?" "Yea sure, when I get back to the office." "Do it from here. You can use the room phone." "Yea, I guess I could," he replied smiling when Annabel squealed as he sank his cock into her ass on the first thrust. "I won't be gone very long. Just keep her safe and keep her busy," I said winking. He smiled as I grabbed my keys from the dresser. "Oh and she's keeping count of how many guys she fucks so don't try and screw me over, okay?" He nodded pulling the chair closer to the bed for a better view as I slipped out the door. As I started my car the clock on the radio displayed the time at 11:33. My dad had less than thirty minutes to pay me what he owes and I hope he doesn't fuck with me this time. He's always been a loser and I see that now. It was a short drive and I made it there in about ten minutes. Parking near the double glass doors I waited outside about five minutes, trying to gather my thoughts. I wanted to be prepared just in case dear old dad has any surprises in store. Walking in the door chime announced my arrival but no one came out to greet me. I called out, getting no response. That's weird. Usually someone is waiting in the showroom when customers come in. Movement to my right caught my attention and I saw junior crouching behind an armoire in the corner. "Where's your smart-ass mouth now?" I called out laughing. He's tormented me since we were kids and loved getting the better of me every chance he could. Since I dropped the incest bomb on them yesterday it's no surprise they're trying to avoid me. "Don't worry Annabel's not with me, but I can tell you where she is if you want to fuck her again!" I yelled out smirking. I finally felt superior to those two assholes! I figured dad was in the office and made my way there. "`Morning, Dad," I said barging in unannounced. "Oh shit, Jake!" He blurted out looking up from the desk. "What are you doing here?" "Why do you think? I'm here for my money." "Jake, I already told you how hard it will be and you really didn't give me enough time." "Dad you had all summer. If you *really* wanted to get the money, you'd have it by now. Do you think I'm stupid? Why don't you dig into that secret stash of your and cut free some of your money?" "I'm not discussing that again. I don't know why you think I have money hidden. I'm telling you for the last time that I don't. Do you hear me, son? I don't have *any* money." "You did get some, right? You said you'd be able to get something by noon today. How much do you have?" "Not much. Probably not even worth mentioning." "Mention it." "Four hundred. But I can get more by next week, just give me more time!" "As usual, Dad, you didn't follow through with your promise. How many times in my lifetime have you disappointed me or promised me something and then didn't do it? I've lost count. You've never been there for me as a kid and you're not here for me now. As expected, you've let me down again." "Just give me more time." "Dad I already told you I don't have any more time. I'm cutting it close already. If it wouldn't be for Annabel working her sweet little ass off like a dog, I wouldn't have shit!" I said pulling the wad of money from my pocket. It was a struggle getting it out as there was so much. "You see, Dad, this is what I'm talking about. I told her that I needed some money and she's been working her ass off to get it for me. I can count on her, what have you done?" His eyes focused on the stack of bills in my hand. "Good god, Jake, how much money is there?" "Almost twenty-two hundred dollars," I replied smirking. About half of that I got from working on the farm but he didn't need to know that. I wanted him to think she earned every cent of that through prostitution. That should put the pressure on him to get my money. If not for me, for her. "TWENTY-TWO HUNDRED?!? You can't be serious." "Yep. I've been working my whore like a fucking dog for the past two days and it's not over with yet. I don't even have half the money I need and I've got to have it by Monday morning or I'm screwed." "Twenty-two hundred?" he asked again still staring at the cash. "How many, ur, never mind, I don't think I want to know the answer to that." I smiled. His paternal instincts must be kicking in a little late. "She's getting seventy dollars a fuck so you do the math." "Dear god," he said leaning back in his chair. "And of course that doesn't include the freebies, like you and them," I said flipping my thumb over my shoulder, "and the motel manager, the gas station owner, her neighbor and the gang of guys she fucked for the drugs..." "DRUGS!?! You're not giving her drugs are you?" "Best way to keep her in line, don't you think?" "No I don't and you need to stop everything you're doing to her immediately!" "Why?" "For one thing she's your little sister and another is she's just a child!" "Being related didn't stop you from doing it to her mother. She was*YOUR* daughter so quite being a hypocrite!" I huffed feeling the adrenalin pumping. "And the part about her being a *child*, well that didn't stop you from fucking her yesterday, did it? I still have the video if you want to see it again!" We did the stare down with each other until he finally blinked. "Where is she now?" "At a motel." "Sleeping?" I laughed. "No, fucking. When I left her there were two guys fucking her a few more waiting for their turn." "Jake you're better than that. Please don't do this to her." "Give me what you owe me and I'll call it off." "I wish I could, son. I really wish I could but I just don't have it." "Then I guess I'll make it on my own with Annabel's pussy. By tomorrow night I plan on having everything I need for school." "Give me until Monday and I'll try and get you all the money, I promise." "Okay, start working on it but in the mean time, I'll keep my little cash cow pumping cock until you follow through with your promise. Just to make sure." "Jake, I..." he didn't finish his sentence. "Give me the money you have so far," I said extending my hand. "Since you've been so cooperative I'll only hold you to $4500 more. You can come up with that much by Monday, right?" "I'm not sure that I can but I'll try." "You'd better do more than *try*, Dad. The longer it takes you go pay me what you oowe, the more Annabel will be fucked to make up for it," I said leaning forward for dramatics. "This is all your fault, Dear Dad and don't forget it. If you hadn't tried to get out of paying me, Annabel would be safe and secure back on the farm and not in some sleazy motel fucking a string of strangers to pay for your sins." "Jake, I hardly see how this is my fault. *YOU'RE* the one causing this to happen, not me." "You know what, Dad, I think you'd better change your fucking attitude," I said standing. "I'd hate to have those pictures fall into the wrong hands," I said smirking. "You wouldn't!" "Don't push me or I just might. Now have my money by Monday, like you promised, or I'll start sending everyone you know pictures of you fucking Annabel, starting with mom." "Wh...what if I can't get all of it?" "Then it's your ass in a sling, not mine," I said walking toward the door. I stopped at the threshold and turned toward him. "Don't fuck with me this time Dad," I told him. "You really don't want to piss me off!" I slammed the door, rattling the windows as I left. That felt good. The showroom was still vacant as I marched through the building on my way outside. The cowards were still cowering somewhere in the building. "I'm leaving now, assholes!" I yelled out. "You've got my number so give me a call if you ever want to fuck our little sister again. It'll cost you next time though," I added with a chuckle. I couldn't stop laughing and had to sit in the car a few minutes to catch my breath. Turning the rearview mirror to see myself I smiled at the reflection. "Come Monday morning you're going to be one rich motha fucka,' I said using my hand to imitate a finger gun. Starting the car I backed out, hoping the next time I see this place will be picking up my forty-five hundred dollars. My growling stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten for a while. Three months on the farm had left me homesick for some good food, not the homemade crap Rebecca was serving us, but the good shit, like pizza. I haven't had pizza in a very long time and that's what I was going to have. The drive to the next town took about fifteen minutes but it was worth it. I used to eat at Gino's when I was a kid and they have the best pizza. Sitting at a table I order a large deluxe and a draft beer. I knew I was screwed when the bitch carded me and then refused to sell me a beer because I wasn't twenty-one. Stupid slut! I'd love to add her to my stable and watch her fucking a ton of guys assembly-line style. That would teach her to fuck with me! I'd even sell her pussy for twenty dollars a pop just to show her who's the boss. While I ate I called Eric. I wanted to talk to him about getting my room back. I got his voice mail. On the way back to the motel I called him again and left a message for him to call me as it was important. We had a place for tonight, but soon we'll need a place to stay and I didn't want to deplete my money on over-priced motel rooms. I turned into the motel parking lot at 1:20 with a box of half-eaten pizza beside me. I figured Annabel probably worked up an appetite fucking so much and brought her home the rest. The first thing I noticed was the key hanging from the door knob allowing anyone access to the room. I didn't like that at all. Slowly I pushed open the door to see some guy banging away at her. He didn't miss a beat and my intrusion wasn't anything more than a hiccup. Checking the bathroom I found that the guy was a lone with her. "Where's Carl?" I asked obviously to no one. His tempo increased as he got closer to his orgasm. This guy was too much into fucking Annabel and I didn't want to interrupt his climax so I decided to head to the office to look for him. A tall, skinny white guy with thick glasses and oil hair sat behind the bullet-proof glass reading a magazine. The instant I entered the room he dropped the magazine to the floor and seemed nervous. It was probably porn he was looking at. "Where's Carl?" I asked moving to the window. "Out on the property," He announced trying to sound official. "I need to see him right now." "I'm sorry but he's busy. You'll have to come back another time." My jaws clenched. Obvious he doesn't know who I am. "Look, Duane," I said putting my face about an inch from the widow. "That sexy little whore working in room 16 is mine, I own her and if you want your chance to fuck her, you'd better tell me where Carl is *NOW*." "Oh, why didn't you say that? He's in room 18, here's a key," he added reaching behind him for it before slipping it through the small slot. That was easier than I thought. "You've got one foxy little girl there," he added with a beaming smile. I nodded my head, and went outside. A few doors from room 16 I saw a guy enter our room and the guy that had just been fucking Annabel was leaving. Damn, a fast turnaround. I like that. By passing the room I slid the key into room 18 and pushed it open. Even before I opened it I could hear a rowdy bunch inside as loud voices cheered and shouted. The TV was blearing as a porno movie played noisily in the back ground. Carl was having a beer with a few several guys and I made my way to him. "What's up, Carl? I shouted over the moaning whore on the screen. "JAKE!" he shouted, reaching out to put his arm around me and spilling some of his beer... "You're back!" "I've been waitin' for you," he said leaning on me and breathing his stinky beer breath all over my face. "Why aren't you with Annabel?" He grinned before backing slightly away. "I'm keeping an eye on her," he said with slightly slurred words. "How can you if you're in here?" He smiled. "Whatcha think?" he asked extending his hands like the Cristo Redentor in Rio toward the crowd. "Pretty impressive," I said trying to do a quick headcount. "How many has she done so far?" As he opened his mouth to answer, the headboard began banging against the wall, inciting the mob into a frenzy. I didn't even bother asking if room 20 was empty or not because frankly I couldn't care less. I had to wait over a minute for them to get quiet enough to talk again. "That's number six," He screamed over the ruckus. "She's done five since you left." "Let's talk next door!" I shouted a few inches from his ear. I didn't like having to scream in order to talk. He followed me as we headed outside. The key was still dangling from the lock of our door. Turning the knob we went in to find the guy I'd seen earlier humping away like a hurried inch worm. "Carl, I thought you were going to stay here." "I'm keepin' an eye on her," he said pulling out a chair. "Look, Carl, she's very important to me and I can't risk anything happening to her so I need you to be in here with her." "Jake, don't worry, man. I've partied with all these guys for years and trust them all." "Well I haven't and I don't want her left alone with them. That's why Duane is here, right?" "Alright, don't worry; she won't be alone again," he said downing the rest of his beer. "Any way you're back, right?" "Not exactly, I need to go to St. Louis real quick on business so I'll be gone another few hours," I said distracted as the headboard resumed its brutal assault on the wall. "But I'll be back as soon as I can." "Worry not, my friend," he said propping his feet on the table. "She's in good hands with me." Somehow that didn't make me feel any better. "Why was the key in the door?" "Makes it easier for the guys to get in. Saves me from giving them the key each time." "Take it out. Stay in the room and let them knock. I don't want anyone getting in here that's not supposed to be in here." "You mean someone who didn't pay," he retorted with a smirk. I wanted to smash the fucker's teeth in but stopped myself. I need him right now. Perhaps when this is done I'll give him what he deserves. "Where's the money?" I asked holding my hand out. "You don't want it when she's done?" "No, it's easier to keep track of it one at a time." "That's cool," he said pulling the wrinkled bills out to hand them to me. I counted it out, stopping at $375. "You're short," I said expecting $420. "This is number six so where's the rest of it?" "I took the liberty of taking out my share. I didn't have change so I owe you three dollars." "Look, Carl, don't do that shit, I'll give you what I owe you when it's over with. Now give me all of the money and I'll settle up with you before we leave," I blurted out feeling my face turning red. "Okay, sorry, I didn't mean to piss you off." "I'm not pissed, I just like keeping track of my money." "I'm not gunna rip you off you know." "I'm not worried about that. I just don't know about them," I said motioning with my head. Our conversation was interrupted with his loud panting noises. Why does everyone have to be so fucking loud when they cum!?! Carl went next to the bed and banged on the wall three times. Curious I asked why. "To let the next guy know she's ready." "Have him wait," I said pulling Annabel out from under her most recent customer. "She needs to clean up a little." Taking her into the bathroom I closed the door, quickly pulling out her pipe. I knew she would be craving some very soon and another one of those special Es will put her right back on the spot. She wasted no time in firing up the pipe and sucking in the fumes. Standing back I watched as the small rock crackled and popped into oblivion. Even after it was gone she continued holding the lighter under the bulb hoping for just a little more. "I'm putting your pipe under the sink," I informed her squatting down. "There's a small knob under here that this will fit on. The lighter and one rock I'll put all the way in the back of the drawer along with another pill. If you start feeling like you really need it, come and get it but don't waste it, okay?" She nodded. Wetting a rag I handed it to her. "Now wipe off your fuck hole and get your ass out there and make me some more money," I said slapping her on the butt. She jumped slightly but pattered her way out the door with me right behind her. Number six was gone and number seven was lying naked in bed, slowly stroking his cock to keep it hard. "I still get fifteen minutes, right?" he asked like a worried little school boy when he saw us enter the room. "Yea, you'll get all your time," I said giving a quick snarl at Carl, "But not one minute longer!" Even before my last word was out of my mouth Annabel was crawling back into bed. She knew her place in our relationship and no longer seemed to mind. If she did, she didn't let it show. The guy was all over her before she could lie down and like most men, went straight for her tits. He must have some sort of mommy issues. "Watch her and don't let anyone hurt her, got it?" I said approaching Carl. "And make sure they stay under their time. Fifteen minutes from the time they walk in until the time they walk out. I know these guys are your friends but don't let them take advantage of you. Or Annabel, okay?" He nodded. "Don't worry, I know what to do." "Where's the money?" I asked holding my hand out. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a few bills and handed them to me. The full seventy dollars. I smile. "Good doing business with you." "Yea, but I still think I'm getting screwed," he said watching the newest guy getting between her legs. "Don't worry; you'll be screwed three times out of this deal." "I meant with the money. I'm the one finding guys to fuck her and I'm only making seven dollars each. That hardly seems fair." "You're right, Carl, I'll give you an even ten dollars plus the original deal," said turning to see what he was looking at. "Looks like you're up seventy dollars." He smiled. "That's a little better." "I didn't get a good count next door, they were moving around too much. How many are over there?" "Twelve or thirteen. I've called so many guys that I can't remember who all came. I think two or three are on the way." "Can you call more?" "MORE? That's over twenty guys I already got to come over!" "Yes but at four an hour, that's only about five hours of fucking. She can do a lot more than that trust me." "The problem is all the guys are in the rodeo and it starts at six o'clock. They'll have to be back before then and it's already two. That's not a lotta time." I did some quick math. Twelve guys in three hours is just barely enough to get this done. He was right. She wouldn't be able to do any more on this time table. "What about guy not in the rodeo? Know many of those guys?" "Maybe a few but not like the rodeo guys." "Wait until you're down to about three guys and start calling around. See what you can come up with. I should be back by then." "Sure, whatever," he said returning his attention to the couple fucking in bed. St. Louis is only about a forty-five minute drive but I seemed to hit a lot of Friday afternoon traffic. I tried calling him a few more times on the way but always got his voice mail. I knew that he was avoiding me and that pissed me off. I'd have to watch my temper because I needed my old room back. The apartment was in the best location possible. Right off the freeway, immediately across from the university, two blocks away from the largest shopping center in St. Louis and the best part was our living room window faced the block of older houses that the fraternities own. Five houses on either side of the street and they can throw some kick-ass parties. We didn't even need to drive there, just walk through the back gates and we're 100 yards from the first party house. Sweet. I didn't get to Eric's until about ten after three and of course I remembered the code to get through the gate. He seemed very surprised to see me as he opened the door and saw me standing right there. "JAKE!" "Yea, it's me, can I come in?" I asked not waiting for an answer as I barged in. "How's it going?" "Looks like you decided to leave the farm and return to civilization," he said shutting the door. "Yea, I couldn't stand being around those Ozark hillbillies much longer." "I know what you mean. I'm really surprised you even went out there. When I showed you the ad it was a joke, man. I didn't think you'd actually do it." "I wasn't going to go home and be subjected to my parents pressure of working in the family business and have to hear them telling me to wait to return to college. Besides, once I fly the nest I have no intentions of going back. I'm my own man now and I'm *NOT* running home to mommy and daddy anytime I hit a bump in the road." "I can respect that. So, man, why are you here? Settling up on your debt? Or do you need me to call Fearle$$ for more dope?" "Naw, I'll pay you what I owe, but I want my old room back." "No can do, Jake, I already told you that. Tony's got it now and Johnny's crashing on the couch. Sorry but we're booked. There are only so many people that can live in a small two bedroom apartment." "We'll manage. Where's Tony, I want to talk to him." "Not sure. He's been gone for a few days already but I expect him back later today or tomorrow. Johnny's at work and usually doesn't get home until late." I knew I needed to change my strategy to get my foot back into the door. I have enough money to get an apartment on my own but I'll need all the money I have for expenses and besides, I don't want to spend the money when I don't have to. I'd have to get an apartment a lot farther from the university because this one never has any vacancies. "Did you like fucking Annabel?" "That sweet little tart, hell yea, she had a nice ass. Too bad I couldn't fuck it. Why do you ask?" "I brought her with me. Now's your chance to fuck her in the ass." "You're shitting me! She's down stairs?" "Naw, man, I've got her working." "Working?" "Pumping dick for money, dude, don't you get it? I'm whoring the little slut out for some quick cash," I told him pulling out the wad of money. "I made this in just two days from her pussy." His eyes grew wide. "HO~LY shit! That's a fuckin' lotta money!" "Yea, I know," I said pulling out $750 and handing it to him like it was nothing. You can have a piece of the action too." "I don't understand," he said still on shock that I managed to have so much cash. "I want to set up shop here in St. Louis and I'd love for you to get in on the ground floor, if you know what I mean." "I think I do, but spell it out to make sure we're talking about the same thing." "I get my old room back and Annabel will turn tricks in there. You can fuck her whenever you want for my share of the rent and any guys you line up for her, I'll give you a share of it." He sat on the sofa staring at me. "You're kidding, right?" "Not at all. My fuckin' parents aren't supporting me anymore and left me hanging out on the vine to fend for myself. I don't have a choice but to make money anyway I can." "What if we get caught? Prostitution *is* illegal you know." "Yes, I know. That's why we're just going to keep it between just the people we know and maybe a few friends of theirs. Just people we can trust." "I dunno, man. Sounds risky." "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You've got to take a few chances to reap the rewards, right?" He sat staring at the money I'd given him. I could tell he was considering it but wasn't quite sure. He'll need some incentive. "I know you want to fuck that tight little ass of hers, you wanted to back on the farm. You can anytime you want and that money you're holding is only a drop in the bucket on what you'll be making off of her. You could be making that in just a couple of days everyday if you play your cards right." "I dunno, man. I'll have to think about it and then there's Tony and Johnny. What are we going to do about them? I can't just throw Johnny out and Tony really likes your old room. He won't want to give it up." "You let me handle them, just decide if you want unlimited sex and money from the hottest little slut in the state. You've got my cell number so give me a call when you decided. I'll come back tomorrow and talk to the others. I'm sure I can get them on board too." "Good luck with that. I'll tell you what, Jake, I'll agree to your plan if you deal with Tony and Johnny. You get them to agree to this and you can count me in." I smiled and we shook hands. This should be a piece of cake. I headed for the door, stopping just before turning the knob. "Oh, and Eric, try answering your phone when I call." "Sorry, my battery died and it's charging." I started to say something but decided against it. I'll need him on my side if I'm going to pull this off. By three-thirty I was back in the car on my way to the motel. It felt great to be back in the city as on the farm was nothing but trees and fields. That life isn't for me and I have no idea how someone can *choose* to live like that. Hard work and boring as hell. I smiled thinking how easy it was to get Eric in on the deal. I'll have to convince Johnny to move out and Tony to move back onto the couch. I'd rather it's just Eric and I in the apartment, but that probably won't happen. I'll figure a way to make it work. ~~ end of chapter 12 ~~ Is this story worth continuing? wetfly6969@aol.co