The Farmer's Granddaughter, Chapter 12

By wetfly6969

( wetfly6969@aol.com )

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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 ~~

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