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This is a sequel to Samantha Barnett’s story, “Late Night Hookup”. It’s written and posted with Samantha’s permission.
“So… what? You just walked in on them?”
“Are you kidding?” Angela shook her head, her curly brown hair sliding back over one shoulder. “Oh my god… that’s the last thing I needed to see. I mean… I didn’t need to go in. It was obvious what was going on. I could hear it.”
“Come on, Angela.” Abby, as ever, was skeptical. “You probably misunderstood. I mean… your mom?”
“Sure, she’s scary as fuck. She used the scare the shit out of us growing up, right? I get that. But we’re 21 now. Adults. I can’t believe you still think…”
“It’s not that I’m scared of her.” Angela shifted her seat, and took a sip of wine. “I mean… not really. She is my mom, right? But I’m telling you, I could hear her in the other room… she was like… spanking this girl… calling her “baby”… and “pet”… stuff like that. I could hear the girl moaning and uhm… you know. It was totally obvious what was happening.” The brunette looked away, uncomfortable.
“Eww.” Abby’s face flushed red in the dim light of the bar. “So… what did you do?”
“Nothing, really.” Angela took another sip of her wine and leaned in, not wanting to be overheard. “I went into my bedroom, but left the door open a crack. I could see her after… through my bedroom door… it was some blonde woman, maybe a bit older than us, dressed like a total slut. She was all flushed and uhm… you know… it was obvious.”
“I heard them talking… after… my mom said something about some kind of app… and about the girl being uhm… pimped or something… then she left. My mom didn’t know I was there.”
Abby smirked. “So, the blonde was a whore?”
“Yeah. And look at this.” Angela pulled out here phone and opened an app. “I checked out my mom’s phone after and found this app… uh… it’s called “F4F”… I installed it on my phone.”
“Huh. Like… I wonder what that could stand for.”
“I know, right? But look at this.” Angela opened the app and tapped an icon. On the screen, an image of a young blonde woman appeared. She was posing in front of a bathroom mirror, wearing a very skimpy dress and stockings. One hand was buried in her long, blonde hair as she pursed her lips at the mirror, obviously taking a selfie.
Abby frowned. “That’s her? The whore?”
“Uh huh. The profile’s actually been deleted, but I can still access it through the cache on my mom’s phone.” She hit another icon on the screen. “And look at this…” A message box appeared on the screen: “Hey hey, submissive 25F here, blonde, blue eyes, 5’7, 121lb, 38B, looking for kinky stuff, if you’re the type who doesn’t ask but demands… hit me up. 🙂 Xx”
“Oh my god… what a slut.”
“Totally,” Angela agreed. “I guess my mom… well… you know…”
Abby shook her head. “So fucking weird.”
“I know, right?”
“So…” Abby tilted her head, curious. “… what are you going to do about it?”
“Do about it?”
“Come on. I know you, Angela. You can’t let something like this go. You have a plan or something. Right?”
“I don’t know.” Angela slumped back in her seat and slipped the phone back into her purse. “My mom has the slut’s contact information… her name and phone number… I’m a bit worried that she’s going to take advantage of my mom or something.”
Abby laughed. “Your mom can take care of herself.”
“Maybe. But I was thinking… maybe I should uhm… contact this woman. You know, make sure that she’s not like uhm… using her or whatever. There are a lot of scams out there. My mom doesn’t have a lot of money and I don’t want her wasting it on this whore or anything like that.”
“I guess. I… what… you want to call the slut?”
“I could, but I think it would be better in person. It wasn’t hard to track down her address, once I knew her name and number. I mean… I don’t want to get into a big confrontation or anything. I just uh… want to let her know that I know what’s happening and that I don’t want her using my mom or anything.”
Abby nodded. “I guess that makes sense. But I doubt she’ll agree to meet with you.”
“I’ll just show up,” Angela shrugged. “She’ll have no choice. In fact…”
“Oh no,” Abby shook her head. “Don’t say it…”
“… I’m going over there now. I was hoping…”
“No. Really, Angela. No.”
“… you’d come along for moral support?”
Abby stood up. “Nope. Nuh uh… this is between you and your mom and the blonde slut. Nothing to do with me. I’m not getting involved.”
“Abby, please, I…”
“Good look, Ang.” Abby walked away from the table, quickly disappearing into the bar crowd. “Let me know how it goes.”
Angela frowned and then finished her wine. “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll just do it myself.”
Angela walked slowly towards the house. Her head told her that this was a bad idea… a bad idea… but her heart told her that she was there to protect her mother… something any good daughter bahis firmaları would do, right? The glass of wine – OK, three… four?… glasses of wine – at the bar agreed with her heart.
So here she was, early Friday evening… on the sidewalk in front of the whore’s house.
Besides… the neighborhood was decidedly not what she had expected. What kind of place would a whore live? Angela wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but this… a small, well kept brownstone in an up and coming area… was not it. The whore – “Charlotte”, she had found out from the saved information on her mother’s phone – lived only a few miles from her mother’s place, but it might as well have been a different world altogether. Angela felt a stirring of anger as she thought about it. How was it fair that a whore lived in such a nice place while she and her mother lived in a run-down apartment two steps removed from a slum?
It definitely wasn’t fair.
Angela arrived at the front door, took a deep breath and rang the bell. A quiet chime sounded form inside, followed by a chirpy “Just a moment “… and then footsteps. The door swung open and Angela found herself face to face with the blonde women from the F4F app… the woman she’d seen with her mother a week earlier.
“Can I help you?”
Angela swallowed. “Uhmm… yes. You’re Charlotte?”
“I want to talk to you about my mother.”
The blonde looked puzzled. “Your mother?”
“Yes. You know her. Her name is Kathy.”
“You know.” Angela felt another stirring of anger. This whore had so many clients, she didn’t even remember who they were, even one’s she had just scene a week ago. “Kathy… my mother. She lives on Grove Street. You were there last Friday.”
To Angela’s satisfaction, that got a reaction. The blonde woman’s eyes widened and she brought her hand to her open mouth. “Please… I don’t know what you uhm…”
“Don’t play stupid.” Emboldened by the woman’s fearfulness, Angela pushed her way into the house. “You know what I’m talking about, right?”
“Hey… I didn’t… what are you doing?”
“Would you rather have this conversation outside, where your neighbors can hear? Do they know what you do? What you are? I can tell them, if you want.”
“Uh… please… come in.” The blonde woman stepped aside and waited while Angela walked into the house. Once the brunette was inside, she closed the door.
“Good.” Angela felt a wave of satisfaction. This was going as well as she could have expected. The fact that the woman cared about what her neighbors thought was helpful… something she could use. Maybe coming here hadn’t been such a bad idea.
“Listen,” the blonde woman started. “I don’t know what you think happened, but it’s not…”
“I know what happened,” Angela interrupted angrily. I was there. I saw and heard what happened.”
“Uhm…” the blonde woman’s eyes widened. “You were there? But I didn’t…”
“No, you didn’t see me.” Angela looked around the living room. It looked like a normal, suburban living room. Nice furniture… nice television… much nicer than what she and her mother had. Definitely not fair. “But I saw you. And I heard you.”
“And I saw your little ad on that F4F site. I guess that little profile gets you a lot of business, judging from your home.”
“What? No, I don’t…”
“Don’t lie to me!” Angela felt another surge of anger. This whore… this bitch just wouldn’t stop lying, no matter how obvious it was. Did she think that Angela was stupid? “I guess that’s your thing, isn’t it? Taking advantage of lonely women… I wonder how much money you’ve made whoring around like that.”
The blonde woman’s face flushed. “Please, that’s not…”
Enough. “If you tell me it’s not true one more time, I swear I’ll take you over my knee and spank you, just like my mother did. Is that clear?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Angela almost turned and fled the room. What was she saying? Was it the wine? Was it her anger over this stupid whore’s stupid lies? Or… maybe… it was the look of… what was it… excitement? that flashed across the girl’s face when she threatened to spank… the look that mirrored the warm, dark feeling growing in the pit of her stomach and she stared at the blonde woman. The words of the whore’s F4F profile flashed across her mind: “submissive 25F here, blonde, blue eyes, 5’7, 121lb, 38B, looking for kinky stuff, if you’re the type who doesn’t ask but demands…”. Maybe…
“I… think you should uh… leave now.”
Doesn’t ask, but demands.
“I don’t think so. You’re going to show me what you showed my mother.”
“Don’t. I figured out your secret, whore. You like this. It’s more than a job for you, isn’t it? You really get off on this.”
The blonde woman looked away, her eyes wet. “Please, don’t…”
Anger. “My name is Angela. Use it when you speak to me.
“Please, Angela, I don’t…”
“Quiet.” Now what? Oh, yes… “You are going to go get kaçak iddaa dressed in that slutwear you wore to my mother’s last week. Then you’re going to come out here and we’re going to discuss how you’re never going to take advantage of my mother again. Am I clear?”
“Or, would you rather I raised this with your neighbors?” Angela picked up a piece of mail from the living room table and looked down at it, reading. “Charlotte Taylor?”
“No… Angela… please… I’ll go get changed.”
“Good girl. Now hurry.”
Oh my god… where had that come from?
Angela sat on the couch, legs crossed nervously, waiting for Charlotte to return. Now that her earlier excitement… the feeling of power… had dissipated, she felt nervous and uncertain. Had she pushed things too far with the woman? Was she being ridiculous? In the moment, it had felt… well, if she was being honest with herself, it had felt exciting… arousing… particularly the way the other woman had reacted. But maybe she had imagined it? Perhaps she should leave? What if she…
Angela looked up. Charlotte was standing in the doorway, dressed as she had been the night she had visited Angela’s mother. Just as Angela remembered, the black, low cut dress exposed far more than it concealed, and was set off perfectly by the stocking and high heeled pumps. However, what really attracted Angela… what made her breath catch in her chest… was the look of utter humiliation and misery on the blonde woman’s face. Charlotte clearly did not want to be there, dressed like that in front of the her. As she realized that fact, Angela, who had never before found another woman attractive in that way, felt a sudden shiver.
Oh my god…
“Yes.” Angela fought to hide what she was feeling. She instinctively knew it was vital that she not reveal how the blonde woman was affecting her.
“I uh…” Charlotte crossed her arms and looked down. “This is the… outfit… I wore at your uhm…”
“The outfit you wore when you whored with my mother?”
“Uh… I told you, it wasn’t like that.”
Again, with the lies! “Get over here. Now!”
Slowly, Charlotte walked forward in her sexy outfit, eyes cast downward. Angela couldn’t help but notice the way the blonde woman’s legs moved under the sheer stockings. It was so…
Focus! “What did I tell you? What did I say I would do if you lied to me again?”
“Uhm… you uh… you said you would take me over your knee and uh… s… spank me, Angela. Uhm… please…” The words “please” came out almost like a moan.
“So, I will ask you one more time. Is this the outfit you wore when you whored with my mother?”
Charlotte swallowed. “This is the outfit I wore when I… whored with your mother, Angela.”
“I see.” Angela fought to keep her hand from dropping down to her crotch. Why was this so arousing? “Tell me… have you been a whore for a long time? Or are you new to it?”
“I uh… I’m new to it, Angela.”
Angela had an idea. “So that F4F profile, that was new?”
“Show me that pose, you did… for the profile.” Angela reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. “I want to see just how you did it for your profile picture.”
Charlotte looked like she was about to burst into tears. “Please, Angela… I… don’t tell me to do that. Please, Angela.”
“Please. You had no difficulty doing it when you created that profile to whore yourself out. You can do it now. Show me.”
“Ohhh…” Reluctantly, Charlotte turned to the side, ran a hand through her long, blonde hair and stuck her ass out, recreating the pose she had struck a week earlier in front of the bathroom mirror.
Angela nodded. “OK, but I’m not seeing that sexy look you had on your profile picture. You know… show me that look.”
Obediently, Charlotte gave a sexy look while Angela happily recorded it with her phone.
“Not bad, but I think you can do better.” Angela felt inspired. And that dark feeling in the pit of her stomach… it was back. “Bend over more… yes, that’s it… and look back at me… very nice… smile…” Picture. “OK, open your legs a bit and look at me… good… sexy smile…” Picture. “Now… pull up the dress a bit… show me your panties…” Picture.
Pose after pose… picture after picture…
Charlotte, her face flushed red, was almost panting with what appeared to be humiliation… and, maybe, something else…
For Angela, it was just… something else.
Angela fought to keep her hands crossed, well away from her crotch, as she looked down at the blonde woman kneeling on the floor in front of her. The impromptu photo shoot had clearly impacted both women and, excited and aroused as she was by the whole thing, Angela was a bit of loss on how to proceed. Eyes wet, Charlotte almost trembled in front of her, breathing heavily on the floor in her revealing outfit. Angela didn’t know whether it kaçak bahis was fear, humiliation… or that something else he blonde woman had been feeling. However, if she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t certain that she cared which it was.
Demand. Not ask.
“So. This is how you dressed when you whored for my mother.”
Charlotte knew better than to disagree. “Yes Angela.”
“Do you whore for men and women? Or just for women?”
“I…” Charlotte hesitated, but only briefly. “I only whore for women. Angela.”
“I see.” Angela swallowed. “And you enjoy it… being a whore for women?”
“I… yes Angela.”
“You enjoy being used… and humiliated? Treated like a slutty little girl?”
Charlotte sniffed. “Yes Angela.”
“And when you were with my mother. She humiliated you? Used you?”
“Yes!” The blonde woman looked up, eyes pleading. “She was my… that was the first time I ever did anything like that, Angela. You have to believe me.”
“I don’t believe you, slut. The way you posed in your profile picture… the way you behaved with my mother… here with me now… you’re obviously a whore. This can’t be your first time.”
“No, please. I… I’m not a whore. I work at an accounting firm, downtown.”
Charlotte named the firm.
“Please.” Angela sneered. “A whore like you? I don’t believe you.”
Angela changed direction. “When you were with my mother… what did you… did you lick her?”
“Uh…” The blonde woman looked away. “I… yes, Angela.”
Angela’s mind turned for a moment, spinning out the possibilities, but there was really only one thing she could say next. It was too late to say anything else. “Show me.”
“Show me what you did for my mother. Do it for me.” Demand, not ask. “Now!”
“Y… yes Angela.”
Angela watched, holding her breath, as the blonde woman crawled over towards her, lifted her skirt and leaned forward. Was she really doing to do it?
“Uhm… Angela,” Charlotte mumbled, looking up “Your uhm… your panties…”
“Oh.” Angela quickly raised her legs and slipped her panties down. The blonde whore was going to do it. This was really going to happen.
Angela couldn’t help but moan as the blonde woman leaned down and began to lick. The sensation of the other woman’s tongue sliding up and down… flickering on her pussy… and the knowledge of how she had made that happen… soon had the brunette thrusting her hips forward o the couch, her hands filled with tangled blonde hair. “Ohhh… yesss…”
“Mphhhh…” The blonde woman squirmed and moaned on the floor.
“Ohhh. Oh my… you’re… good at this…”
“I can see why you’re so popular…”
The ring tone on Angela’s phone rang out from the couch where she had put it down.
“Keep licking, whore,” Angela ordered, picking up the phone. It was Abby. Of course.
“… yeah, I did. I’m still here… at her house. No, really. I am.”
“How’s it going? I’ll show you.”
The blonde woman’s eyes widened with fear and surprise as Angela took a picture with her cell phone, her face, shiny and wet, clearly visible between the brunette’s legs.
“Please, Angela… don’t… please…”
“Keep licking, whore.”
Angela smirked as she hit send on her phone. “I’m kind of busy right now Abby, as you’ll see, but I’ll tell you all about it later. Yes… OK… uhhh… bye.”
“Ohhh…” Angela was almost there. “Don’t stop now, slut… keep… uhh… UHHHHH!!” An intense orgasm ripped through her body, as she grabbled hold of the blonde woman’s hair and pulled her face in tight against her crotch. “OHhhhh… whore… whore… uhh…”
A few moments later, her grip loosened and Charlotte fell backwards on the floor. Dazed, Angela looked down at the blonde woman, her eyes red with tears and her face shining with pussy juice behind a half wall of blonde hair. “Oh… I’m sorry… you want to orgasm, right? I’m not sure of the protocol with whores.”
“I… yes Angela, I uh… want to orgasm.”
“Well then, hurry up. Get it done.”
Angela reached for her phone. “I’ll watch.”
And she did.
“You’re good at this. And I can see that you love it. You should put your profile back up.”
“What?” The blonde woman raised her head. Her eyes were red, as if she’d been crying.
Angela smiled indulgently. This had gone so much better than she could ever have imagined. There was no need to be vindictive, right? The blonde woman was just trying to make a living. “I’m serious. Here… give me your username and password to your F4F profile.”
“Uhm…” Charlotte shook her head slowly. “Please, Angela… I told you the truth. I really don’t…”
Angela frowned. “Are you really going to make me say it again? Really? This is me being nice. So give me your fucking profile name and password. Now!”
Charlotte told her, shivering.
Angela typed the information in, accessed the profile and reactivated it. “There. You’re back in business.”
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