Becoming his bitch ((Closed!))

[Brigitte92]

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Name: Linda Valkyrie
Age: 18
Height: 5'9"
Cup size: 32 DD
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School was pretty fucking expensive - I mean, practically every American would agree with me on this. Sure, most private colleges offered good financial aid if your parents were on the lower end of the economic ladder, and if your parents were up top...well, you didn't have much to worry about. Unfortunately for me, my parents made right in the middle; higher than the poverty line, but nowhere near enough to pay for my education. So, I was on my own (financially anyway).

I tried all sorts of things to have some money while I'm studying; part-time work, freelance copy writing and photography. Hell, I even tried modeling. The latter of which got me the most money, but it wasn't sustainable. It was easy come, easy go; I had my fair share of comments and 'likes', but no real fan-base to speak of. Well..that wasn't true. I had one fan in particular; my sleazy pig of a land lord - mister Leo Petrov.

I wasn't too flattered - Leo was a fucking pervert. I mean, he hasn't touched me or anything...though the looks he gives me sometimes makes me feel as if he did. It always creeped me out the way that he'd ask if I was single, or how he'd always made me walk in front of him so he could stare at my round ass. It didn't help that he obliged for me to give him my email, so we could 'stay in touch if there was anything". The guy is like 46 or something and wasn't exactly the most handsome guy on the block: being a bit on the short side and having a bit of a beer belly. He didn't have much class and I felt there was nothing he could do to surprise me.

Well, other than that email I received about a week ago.

"Hey Linda,

I noticed that you had some money troubles recently and thought of something that could benefit us both. I got invited to the Rasqual Music Fest (you know the popular one )and need a date. It's only for show though! So if you can bring your sexy ass with me, I can promise you at least one month free of rent! You can enjoy yourself and I guarantee you won't regret it! No pressure, reply when you can.

PS: I'd appreciate it if you wore the same underwear and belt as you did in that photo I love so much. You don't have to show me it or anything. I'd like to just "know" you have that underneath

- Leo "

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"That photo that he loved so much..."​

Needless to say I was a bit creeped out. I had half a mind to file a complaint but...my friends talked me out of it and tried to humor my landlord.

"Hey, I would go." Lizzy told me, as she began to eat the takeout we got "In fact, why don't you ask if you can bring the gang along too?"

"Are you fucking crazy?!" I said out loud as I typed my assignment for English Literature "That guy is such a perv..."

"But that's the beauty of it. If we all go, couldn't we just pry you away from that creep?"

She did have a point. I took a few minutes to think about it, before I began to write up my reply to Mr. Petrov:

"Hey Mr. Petrov,

I thought about it and agree if and only my friends can come too. We're all broke for cash and while I know that you can't make their rent free, that maybe you could bring them along to attend the event.

And I'll think about wearing that underwear.

Sincerely,

Miss Valkerie"

I breathed in for a minute before clicking send.

 

[StFornicate]

I really hadn't expected the busty coed to take the bait, but sure enough, she went for it. I knew the Rasqual Music Festival was the hottest ticket in town for this weekend. It was a simple thing to acquire the necessary tickets from some business acquaintances who owed me a few favors.

I was good at racking up favors from folks, after all. I leaned back in the chair at my desk, chewing on a cigar and occasionally puffing on it as I read through her email once again. Linda Valkyrie was certainly a sight to behold. I had done my research on the cash-strapped college student as soon as she had dropped off her application to rent one of my many apartments across the city.

It was no accident she found herself so cash-strapped these days, either. She would never know that I had rigged her utilities to be nearly double the cost of what they should have been. A tapped pipe off her water piping, run to my office, skyrocketed her water bill. I did the same thing with her electricity. Her various jobs never seemed to work out for her very well, either, and I admit I may have had a hand in her failures as well, behind the scenes, of course.

I knew a lot of people in this town, after all. Everybody had secrets, skeletons in their closets, and I was very good at ferreting them out.

I sent an email back to her, already figuring out a way to eliminate her friends from the picture at the Festival. "Of course you can bring your friends. I have just procured three extra tickets. I will have a limo waiting in front of your building at ten AM on Saturday morning. The music starts at noon. See you then!" I wrote, and hit send.

 

[Brigitte92]

I have to admit, I was secretly hoping that Mr. Petrov would said no dice and then I'd have a perfectly good excuse to not show up. Unfortunately, as my life has been accustomed to as of late, things didn't work out quite as I've planned. Instead, I was greeted by a reply in no less than half an hour, in which my landlord said the following:

"Of course you can bring your friends. I have just procured three extra tickets. I will have a limo waiting in front of your building at ten AM on Saturday morning. The music starts at noon. See you then!"

Lizzy, who was pretty much hovering over my back at this point, gave me this grin before telling me "See? He isn't so bad. He's probably some sweetheart who doesn't know how to express it."

I resisted telling her off and just shrugged. "I'm not sure I agree with that, but at least now I have you guys there, in case he's too friendly."

"Great! Now say thank you and I'll get the others to join us."

It was agreed - we'd all go to the Rasqual Music Fest. I wasn't too happy about it, but given my financial situation, it wasn't as if I'd be able to afford tickets (and as much as I'd hate to admit it right now, I really wanted to go).
I typed my response;

"Thank you Mr.Petrov. So it's agreed, my friends and I will see you at 10 AM. See you then!"

Nothing too personal and it was short and sweet. Just the way I wanted it to be.

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Saturday was here before I knew it, and I was with my friends in front of my building. I smoked my cigarette, as per my usual routine, while Felix was thrilled to come along. Lizzy invited him, of course, because Felix was old enough to get alcohol for the rest of us. Not to mention, he was our 'muscle', so to speak, in case any guy got too handsy while we were there.

After all, the Rasqual Music Fest took place in this indoors, seedy nightclub kind of place. You know the type; dark (save for all the flashing lights, and the giant LED screen showcasing the DJ/Band/Whoever the hell was playing), people passing around all kinds of stuff and a bar that served overly expensive drinks). Aside from those two, we had George with us; though I was convinced that he'd be off smoking a joint before we knew it.

Felix and George were dressed up in their favorite band t-shirts, and ripped jeans (typical of them), where as Lizzy took a more adventurous route and wore this crop top and pair of denim shorts. Now, as for me, I wore this flannel long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans; I wasn't one to show off my curves too much (I mean, a crop top with 38DDs just seem too skanky, and denim shorts wouldn't work with my round butt), but especially since all the unwanted attention I got when I posed too seductively in those pictures. I mean, that's what got me in this mess with Mr. Petrov, right?

And right when I thought about him, the limo arrived in front of my place.

"Speak the devil." I thought to myself as Mr. Petrov got out to greet us. I went over to give him a friendly air kiss to the cheek but...