Dalton Academy Escorts (Closed for Evolutions)

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Courtney Reece gripped the sheets of the hotel room bed with a fury as her hair bounced in front of her face with each thrust from the man standing behind her as she knelt on the bed, her ass up and her head and shoulders low, just as he liked it. She groaned when she felt his hand slide over her spine, the nape of her neck, and then into her hair at the back of her head. Her head was pulled back suddenly, violently, her back arching deep as he continued to punish her insides with his rather large, filling erection. Her eyes grew moist, not from the pain but from the humiliation. Her mind wandered to how she had come to be here.

At the start of the school year, Courtney had been a senior, newly eighteen, and already in the grips of senior-iris, an affliction of boredom and ennui that would consume most of the next nine months, until graduation. The senior cheerleaders held a "Summer's End" theme party, at the home of Jonathon Long, the star forward for the basketball team and the state's presumed athlete of the year, expected to take his team to the state championship in a few months. There, she managed to, along with several other girls, enjoy a few surreptitious drinks they weren't supped to have and, while obtaining a refill in the Longs' bar, encountered Derek Long, Jonathon's dad.

"Let me help with that," he said, stepping behind her, his hand on her waist and his cock pressed against her bikini-clad ass, as he filled her cup with some whiskey and coke. "Don't tell the others," he said, as if she were the only one drinking. She wasn't. Nevertheless, she noticed his eyes catch hers a few times throughout the party and hours later, found herself letting him fuck her on his son's bed while the party wound down and while Jonathon was making out with one of the cheerleaders in the hot tub downstairs and in the backyard. Afterward, without asking, Mr. Long handed her $300, and Courtney took it. At first, she didn't know what to think. She wasn't a hooker. She was no prude, but she was no hooker, for sure. At the same time, the money would certainly not be anything she could not use. She pulled her bikini back on, then tugged her hip hugging khaki shorts on over that and tucked the money away. Since that time, she made it clear, though not direct, that the dads of kids that she would babysit for could have her.....for a price. A month later with three clients on the books, she had been approached by Brandon Chance, a security guard at the school.

"I know what you're doing," he said. "And if you know what's good for you, then you'll stop. Now."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she told him. He knew she knew.

"Look," he said, pulling her into a vestibule outside the lunch courtyard. "You're.....babysitting. For a lot of money. Your clients are my clients and word gets back to me that they're buying elsewhere." He ran his hands over her face. "But if you want to work a deal.....a good deal....then you can work for me. You're clients will go up.....which means more money. And if you can recruit some girls.....more still." Courtney's body shook at the implications. The man carried a gun and was imposing. She certainly had a choice, but money was better than no money. Another month in, now the end of October, she was one of Brandon's girls. In the brief time they worked together, she was responsible for recruiting and providing girls for the Dalton Academy Escort service, which is what Brandon called his group of "babysitters." Now, earlier this day, she had failed. One of the club regulars, Tanner LeBlanc, had requested a new girl, one he had been told about by another of the several fathers of girls in Courtney's high school class, who had stumbled onto the escort service through the quiet word of mouth way that such things traveled. The girl was promising, but new, and Courtney had not properly warned the girl of Tanner's proclivity for rough, even sadistic, sex. And once the acts were through, Brandon had a girl threatening to leave the group, which put him at financial and criminal risk, if she reported him, and a client calling to complain, which was always bad for business. He had called Courtney late at night, requesting her to come to see him at his place, to discuss the matter. She knew immediately what would happen.

"Kaylee flaked out," he told her when she arrived.

"But....that's not....that's not my fault," Courtney protested as Brandon had begun unbuttoning her shirt.

"You hired her," he said. She felt the shirt come off her body, then felt her jeans being opened when her belt got unbuckled and the buttons and zipper undone. "Turn around." She did as he said, just before he undressed her. A moment more and she felt him step between her legs. She stepped a bit wider, allowing him access, knowing it would be bad not to. His hand gripped her hair hard as he sheathed himself inside her core, forcing a gasp and long moan from her as her body welcomed him in. "This....can't.......happen.....Courtney," he said, one word per deep, hard thrust, which left her only to moan with each penetration. He proceeded to get more and more rough, making sure she knew his expectation as he made her his once more. She simply took what he gave, her body becoming wet at her own violation, grinding against him. As long as she was his, then she truly was his. And as long as the money was good, then she would not change a thing, no matter how awful he might be.

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[Evolutions]

Ever since Harold Reece could remember he had been trying to up his game so to speak. He had gotten married young at the age of twenty one, while that surely made things complicated it was the life that he had chosen, and at the time the marriage was with the woman of his dreams. Of course it was barely two months into the marriage before his wife Tiffany got pregnant, and along with a child came a new set of responsibilities, a new set of worries, and more time of his that would be consumed. From the moment she popped out of her mother's womb, Courtney was the apple of Harold's eye. Having a child so early in the marriage affected the relationship he had with his wife, yet at the same time Courtney was the one true saving grace, the glue that kept the family together. Courtney was the reason that Harold was working two jobs, and when he wasn't working he was taking part time classes at the local community college. Engineering was the way of the world in Harold's mind, more importantly it was a field that he could grow in, a field that he could become a success in!

All of the struggles, trials, and tribulations he faced were ones that Harold told himself would be worth it. Worth it to give a good life to the one person that meant the most to him. Education was a must for Courtney's future, which was why Harold had kept a close attention to his daughter throughout the years. All those years of work had paid off when she'd been accepted into the Dalton Academy, a rather prestigious school that he couldn't exactly afford, and Courtney had no idea the family was actually hemorrhaging money because of it. Again... Harold told himself that it was all worth it. He believed in his daughter, and more importantly he believed in himself, he knew things would make a turn, a turn for the better.

He was forty years of age, had gotten his masters in Engineering some time ago and yet the workforce wasn't quite what he thought it would be, even with all of his hope and self belief, a part of him was starting to think that he might die in debt, that his life wouldn't in fact turn around. The only solace he felt was the fact that his daughter would be the fruit of his life long labor. She'd know nothing of the sacrifices he had made, and with those sacrifices she also wouldn't know the strain that the marriage had been under, that Harold throughout the years had cheated on his wife many times. After all a man has needs, and once Courtney was born things simply weren't the same between him and his wife.

It was through sheer luck that Harold had come to cross paths with Tanner LeBlanc. The man came from a family who had made their fortune in oil. Tanner was in his late 40s and headed the biggest oil company in the country. The chance meeting at the bar had gotten the two men talking. It seemed Tanner was in short supply of men who he could trust, as well as men who were competent in their field. Harold's resume was spectacular, the only area he was a little problematic in was the experience department. Though Tanner was a man who knew when he saw talent, and in his eyes Harold was the kind of man who needed an opportunity. The two talked things over throughout the next few weeks, and when Tanner was confident that he had picked the right man he drew Harold what was a ten year contract. The contract itself would promise Harold a great deal of money, a starting salary of 200k that would grow considerably with each year of loyalty and dedication. Harold was the kind of man who liked to be one hundred percent sure of things before he celebrated, and as such he hadn't told a soul about his new opportunity. Not his wife, nor his daughter.

It was a Friday evening, around 8pm when Harold showed up at the room in what was a five star hotel. “Tonight's the night.. The beginning.. You... Are going to make me a rich.. Rich man” Tanner said to Harold. Harold looked around the hotel room, the likes of which he'd never been able to afford. It didn't even come close to the hotel room that he had spent his honeymoon in. All that of course was now likely to change. Harold scoffed with a sly grin as he set down his suitcase and followed Tanner deeper into the room. “Mr. LeBlanc, you really went out on a limb with me, its not something I'm going to forget” Said Harold. Tanner let out a laugh as he slammed his briefcase onto the table, he quickly popped it open and pulled out the final copy of the contract and slid it across the table. “Cut that Mr. LeBlanc shit out Harold. You sign this thing and you're working WITH me, not FOR me” Said Tanner as he pulled out a ballpoint pen from his jacket and placed it on top of the contract. “Right... I'm looking forward to it... Tanner...” Harold said with slight hesitation before letting out a laugh. He walked over to the table and picked up the pen. The contract was one that he had read through already, signing it was essentially a formality, something that Harold wasted no time on as he carefully gave his signature in the three places that needed it. After he was done Harold handed the contract over to Tanner, who in turn looked it over and after being satisfied he placed the contract back in his briefcase. “Now that we have business taken care of, its time for some pleasure” Said Tanner with a sly grin. “Drugs, boos, and hookers?” asked Harold half jokingly. Though in reality Harold had no problem with either of those things, though drugs were a distant third after hookers and alcohol. “Shit.. Forget hookers... I'm talking about Escorts my friend. I don't share these girls with just anyone.. I've been a customer for close to a decade now... These girls are premium in EVERY sense of the word. Hungry for money in a way that you wouldn't believe, and these girls.. The word No is not a part of their vocabulary. They get paid EXTREMELY well to do EXACTLY as we say” Said Tanner practically bragging.

Tanner had certainly painted quite a picture. Throughout the years Harold had a mixture of women who were both flings as well as professionals, though neither were ones that he considered 'top of the line'. After all he was a workaholic, which meant there was only so much time he could dedicate towards his lustful desires, which meant the quality of women were mediocre at best. “Yeah? Shit.. Count me in, its been a while since I've had that kind of fun” Said Harold, who was now eager with anticipation. “A lot of these girls start up around 18, freshly plucked you could say... I was actually planning on something special, I'd requested a new girl that I'd heard about, I wanted to warm her up for tonight... But... The little bitch was a dud, cried through most of the night... Which.. Mind you I didn't mind, but the little bitch didn't do much else either. Better believe I gave her boss an earful. Don't think the girl will be back. But.. To make it up to me... Tonight.... Tonight he is sending me my favorite, AND shes on the house!” Said Tanner.

Now Harold had listened to the entire tale of what sounded like a situation where Tanner had essentially raped a girl, and though it should have concerned him, it didn't. Harold was more interested in Tanner's favorite.. A girl that was in fact Harold's very own daughter. “Your favorite? How long have you been tapping that one?” Asked Harold. Harold let out an obnoxious laugh as he walked over to the minibar and started to pour out two glasses of rum, almost reminiscently as he said “Oh I got this little piece of ass early. Barely 18. Candy is proba-” Harold cut him off mid sentence “This girl's name is Candy?” asked Harold skeptically. Tanner laughed “Fuck man, like I give a shit.. Tell ya one thing, bet its the same name she'll be using when shes working the poke.. But fuck.. This girl.. Pale skin, blonde hair, gorgeous fucking eyes... Something about her... About that body.. About that face just makes me want to fuck her harder.. And harder, and Harder! For a few weeks I've been fucking this mint piece of ass and I'm still not tired of it! Not too long ago I booked her for the weekend and took her out on my yacht. Not a stitch of clothing on her the entire weekend, and by the time we pulled into port I swear the kid could barely walk and it felt like my dick would fall off.. But... Even though things got a little out of hand once or twice the girl gave me that trademark smile as I dropped her off. The same mouth that I'd slapped as my cock destroyed her cunt as her eyes started to cry. The VERY same mouth smiling back at me.. I'm telling ya man.. Candy.. Is special, and in a few minutes... You're gonna find out why” Said Tanner as he checked his watch, knowing the girl was due to arrive any moment.

The story itself was enough to give Harold an erection as he stared back at Tanner wide eyed, a part of him in disbelief that Tanner had actually done what he'd claimed. His mind could only imagine what it would be like to punish a gorgeous 18 year old for an entire weekend with reckless abandon. Even though Harold was a father who had his own daughter that was 18, he wasn't above ruining the life of another girl who was his own daughter's age. Ironically Harold still had no idea that the sick fantasies that were going on in his mind was actually the reality of his own daughter. A reality that she had lived for the past few months completely unknown to him. Just then there was a knock on the door, to which Tanner shouted out “ITS OPEN SWEETIE, COME ON IN!”



It was a late Thursday night when Brandon had called on Courtney. Being a Thursday night it meant the girl still had classes the next day, and the lateness of the call was a punishment in itself as Courtney would know that he would most likely keep her there remainder of the night, allowing her maybe an hour or two of sleep before she'd have to get up for class. Brandon 'punished' Courtney into the wee hours of the morning, the entire time showing her exactly what would happen if she brought him girls that couldn't cut the mustard. It wasn't until right before he kicked her out of his place that he said to her “That shit with Kaylee put me in an awkward position Courtney.. You KNOW how important LeBlanc is.. What the man wants... The man gets.. Out of all our clients he is the golden goose, if it was ANYONE else I might not have given a shit... You have a gig... Tonight at the Belmont Hotel with LeBlanc. He wants you there around 8. Its a two for one and you're doing it free of charge you got that? You know the score with LeBlanc... You fucking make sure that man is on cloud 9 by the time you leave... Got it? Now get the fuck outta here!” It wouldn't be easy for Courtney, especially given the fact that he'd given her some VERY rough sex throughout the night. She'd get an hour, maybe two of sleep before she had an entire day of classes, after which she'd have to pretty herself up for LeBlanc, and if she thought Brandon was bad, she knew it was a picnic compared to what she'd most likely have to endure at the hands of LeBlanc, and whoever else was sick enough to be associated with such a man.

Harold Reece
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Tanner LeBlanc
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[CarnivalBarker]

Courtney quietly used the key to open the door to her dorm room, careful to make sure not to wake her roommate. Her legs were weak from the stretching and bending she had been through and she knew she was a mess inside. Brandon had possibly held back a little, but not much. She put her bag on her bunk, then stepped quietly into the bathroom, where she ran a warm shower. A half hour later, she pulled on a night shirt that came to mid thigh, then padded back out to get into bed. The room was cold and sterile, and no matter how much the school made it look otherwise to the outside world, it was a nasty place. The girls were competitive as hell, catty as could be, and deadly serious in establishing and keeping a social caste system, based entirely on whose parents had money. Image was important. She rolled to face the wall against which her bunk sat and silently fell asleep. No sooner had her eyes closed than she heard the blaring of the alarm across the room. She rolled over as her roommate spread the blinds open drawing the harsh sunlight into the room.

"Get up sunshine," the other girl, Brooke, said. Courtney rolled over to face her, twisting her face into a wince, telling her just where she could go. Her roommate, she thought, was beautiful, the daughter of a tech industry magnate who shipped her here to the coastal school to both get her out of his hair and to possibly straighten up her ways. Brooke was an athlete in her high school back home and now, her senior year, she had not bothered to compete, but was no doubt interested in staying in shape. She often seemed to have no care in the world, content to go through her days as a popular girl who often got her way and who feared nothing, for her parents could always pay her way out of trouble. Already in her running pants and a lightweight jacket, she urged Courtney to go with her. "Let's go," she said. "Time to get started!"

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"I don't feel good," Courtney said, being honest. The hours had been too few for restful sleep, and her body was still sore from what it had been put through. She had no intent of getting up.

"Suit yourself," Brooke said. "But when the freshman fifteen hit you next year," she continued before Courtney interrupted.

"Shut up!" She whined, rolling back over. She had a fleeting thought that Brooke might be a better recruit for Brandon than Kaylee had been. The thought didn't last as Courtney fell asleep quickly once more after Brooke left the room. Hours later, she had dressed, complete in a tan and white plaid, tartan skirt and a black fitted top, her head pounding and her legs slowly coming to play as she made her way into her mid-morning science class.

"Miss Reece," her teacher said. "The provost would like to speak with you, it seems." She rolled her eyes and proceeded to the main administration building where she got lectured about her failure to appear at 8:30 mass and her 9:00 am English literature course. The day got no better as she barely remained awake through the afternoon, despite her anxiety about the evening. Since going to "work" for Brandon, she had sent him on occasion, too often perhaps, to service Tanner LeBlanc. The first time seemed rough, though over time she learned that he had gone easy on her. On one occasion a few weeks back, he paid Brandon a substantial amount to stow her away on his private yacht for a weekend. She anticipated a luxury trip, with sunsets and champagnes, and perhaps some human contact with a guy who would pamper her a bit in exchange for use of her wares. She told her friends at school she was going home for the weekend and told her parents she would be with her friends at their lake home. Instead, she was taken to a cove in the bay, far enough away from land that she could not escape if she wanted to, and perhaps too far away that anyone there might hear her scream. There, in the gloaming light of the evening, Tanner dropped the ship's anchor, then left the wheelhouse to come to where she had been lounging in the still warm night air on the front deck. She smiled and looked up at him when he stood above her, then saw yellow stars when she closed her eyes in pain as he tugged her to her feet by her hair. He dragged her below deck to the quarters and proceeded to use her as he pleased, for hours, denying her the simplest comfort as she begged him to go easy on her. And while it was her job to let him have her, and while she was willing to please, her body grew rigid the first time she said, "Wait, it hurts," and the response was a rain of blows across her face with the palm of his hand. She quickly grew compliant, not wanting any more pain, and opened herself to him. She lost track of how many times he fucked her, any way he wanted, whatever hole he wanted, as she played along, acted compliant, and pretended to enjoy every minute of it. Make no mistake, he had not been a bad lover, seeing to it that she came a few times over the long weekend, though more out of some ego satisfaction of his own, and due to no care for her. Now, she wondered what he had in store.

That evening, Courtney pulled on a cute, form fitting, little black dress with a floppy sort of skirt attached to it that was well above her knee. She liked wearing a loose bottomed skirt so that it afforded easy access and her clients could get a feel of her bare legs and firm ass while they made out with her, if they chose to do so. She knew Tanner would not be pleasant at some point, and if she could placate him with his hands beneath her skirt, then even prolonging the inevitable a few moments would be worthwhile. She wondered if he would bruise her tonight, or if the man who was with him would be kind. She sighed as she put aside lipstick in favor of lip gloss. All of her clients liked it better. She knew they liked to pretend she was much younger, which turned her stomach, but at the same time she knew she would be there to make them cum, which erupted from their basest instincts, society be damned. She wore her hair down, so as to let them pull it. They would certainly want to. They all did and, it was among her favorite things when she had sex for pleasure and not cash. Since there would be no cash tonight, she hoped there might be at least something that felt good. It was 7:40pm.

Courtney carried a book bag and tried to look inconspicuous, her tennis shoes oddly not matching anything she wore, though suggesting to anyone who might see that she was not up to no good. The second she turned a corner at the end of the campus and toward town, she hailed a cab, in which she pulled some red heels from her bag and changed her look, completing her effort.

"Belmont hotel please," she said. The cab driver gave her a look as if to wonder why an eighteen year old school girl would be going to the Belmont. "Belmont hotel," she repeated. Moments later, the cab arrived and she went to room 662. It was always 662 with Tanner at the Belmont. She didn't know if there was a reason or not. She took a deep breath and said a silent prayer that the night would not be simple brutality. Her small hand reached forward and the knock seemed to echo a booming noise across eternity.

"It's open sweetie! Come on in!" The voice inside shouted. She reached down and pushed the door open. As she did, she first saw her client and began to greet him with her usual professional way, after all she was a high end escort and not a simple street walking little girl.

"Hello Tanner," she said, sitting her bag inside the door and beginning to move to greet him with a casual hug. No sooner had the words left her mouth than she saw another man across the room. She turned her head as she approached Tanner and her voice caught in her throat. "Sorry, I'm a bit late, I.........." she looked at the man's face and her eyes grew wide for a split second at the implications of everything. It was her dad. Why was he here? Why was he with Tanner? Why was he using an escort? What about her mom? What was he expecting? Did he know she did this before just now? Did he know why she was there at all? The questions all flooded her mind at the same time and she quickly hugged Tanner, making sure he could not see her face or her reaction, though she no doubt felt herself becoming a ghostly white beneath her tan skin. Breaking the hug and moving toward her father, she spoke again. "Hello," she said to him, stepping toward him as she would any other client, standing square to him, face to face, his height allowing him to look down on her physically as much as he likely did ethically. "I'm Candy," she stood still, holding her tiny clutch purse. Her eyes darted back and forth into her father's. I'm sorry, Daddy, she thought, hoping he could see it in her face, her back now to Tanner.

 

[Evolutions]

It was as if his body had become petrified, and even though Harold wanted to move, he found himself unable to do so. It was her voice saying “Hello, Tanner” that had triggered something in his mind. The mind is an amazing organ, capable of calculating, surveying, and working out problems within seconds, be it on a conscious or subconscious level. A part of him had recognized that voice almost immediately. A voice that his mind was used to hearing. He remembered how she sounded as a child, the high pitch it had taken through her adolescence, as well as the way it had changed and even matured when she'd become a teen. He had heard that voice happy, sad, angry, he had heard it close up, heard it far away, he even talked to her on the phone at least once a week. The voice was so familiar to him that his conscious mind had figured out who it was right away. It was his unconscious mind that was trying to lay doubt over something he already knew. 'That can't be Courtney, sure it sounds like her, but many girls sound similar at that age, you know your daughter, you've RAISED your daughter, she knows better' were just some of the thoughts that Harold's subconscious tired to throw at him to justify an alternative point of view.

Barely a few seconds had passed since she walked further into the hotel room, and though she said something after her initial greeting, the only thing his mind registered was his daughter standing in front of him, staring back at him with those beautiful eyes. Eyes that he'd fallen in love with from the moment they'd opened for the first time. She was the most pure thing in his life, someone that he had given all his love to, every ounce of affection that was possible for him to give. All he had ever wanted to love her, and protect her. Hell, even the deal he had just struck, though it would make him a lot of money, in his mind it had been all for his daughter. After all college was expensive and another one of those milestones in life, one that Harold wanted his daughter to be fully prepared for. As he stared back at his daughter... Still completely unable to move, his mind could no longer deny what the reality was.. Which was... That his daughter had been Tanner's fuck toy for weeks. But... It couldn't have started with him. What could have exactly happened to have led his daughter down such a... Dark and twisted path? Harold thought to himself. Then Tanner's words 'I've been a customer for close to a decade now' rang throughout his mind. Exactly how long had Courtney been involved in this? How could she hide it from him? Being as close to her as he was how the hell could he not have seen the signs? Was HE to blame for this?

He was filled with so many thoughts and emotions as his daughter stared back at him with those apologetic eyes. In his eyes she was still his little girl. He wanted to ask if she was okay.. He wanted to rip her from the room and just take her away, anywhere but there. A part of him wanted to yell at her, while another part even wanted to hit her and punish her for being so reckless, so stupid, for essentially destroying her life that he had worked SO hard to put together. Of course Harold did none of those things, truth be told he didn't have a chance as Tanner approached his daughter from behind. His right hand held the half filled glass of rum as his left arm wrapped around her stomach, pulling her back against his body. His hand slithered up her body as it fond her breast through her dress. He leaned into her, his chin resting on her right shoulder as he turned his head to face her, taking a deep inhale as he took in her scent. Tanner grinned to himself as he extended his tongue and ran it along the side of her neck, all the way up to her cheek as he gave her a little peck. There was a certain sense of familiarity given the way Tanner was touching her, as if their bodies were used to one another in that crude and sexual way. It was difficult to say the least for Harold to just stand there and watch his daughter beint touched in such a way. “Fuck baby.. I've missed those tits.. Who am I kidding.. I've missed every inch of that tight little body of yers” Said Tanner as he continued to grope Courtney's tits in front of Harold, all while rubbing his erection against the crack of her ass cheeks. His hand pulled away from her breast as is moved down to her bare thigh “Is my baby's cunt wet? Is it? Is it?” He said crudely, each time his hand moving higher and higher up her thigh. His hand slowly pulled up her dress as it disappeared under the fabric. His fingers traced over her bare sex and he moaned out “Mmmm...” as he penetrated her with the tip of his middle finger before withdrawing his hand from under her dress. He kept his chin resting on Courtney's shoulder as he looked up at Harold who was still standing there like a statue. Tanner raised his left hand and traced the outline of Courtney's lips with his damp middle finger before he very gently penetrated the threshold of her lips with the very same finger that had been inside her a few moments earlier. “I've had my share of girls, but I'm telling you.. Once you taste this girl's cunt you'll never be satisfied with any other girl ever again” Tanner said to Harold as his finger started to gently move back and forth in Courtney's mouth. Tanner then whispered to Courtney “Candy baby, lose the dress and get on the be hmm? I want a bite of that peach” as he pulled his finger out of her mouth and took a step back. He took a big gulp from his glass. Usually the girl was very quick on her feet, leaving no delay between his command and her following through with it, though in that instant she just stood there. Which of course prompted Tanner to give Courtney a firm slap on her ass. With his voice raised he said “Dress! Lose it!” as if he were talking to a trained animal.

Harold continue to stand there as he watched a man who he thought to be a friend molested his daughter right in front of his eyes, of course it wasn't as if Tanner was to blame, he had no idea that the girl he knew as Candy was Harold's daughter. Being a man Harold's own body reacted in the same way any male's body would in his position. That in itself raised a level of disgust and self loathing within him. He could feel the bile at the back of his throat as he began to witness his worst nightmare unfold in front of him. Tanner took another swig from his glass as he finally noticed the rather blank and dead expression on Harold's face. “Shit man.. You okay? Looks like you've seen a ghost” Tanner said with a great deal of confusion as he wasn't sure why anyone would have THAT kind of reaction to seeing a gorgeous creature like Candy. The words registered in Harold's mind, and all he could do was let out a “Uhh.. Yeah. I..” as Harold was unsure of what to say or to do.

Tanner was still confused but was a rather intuitive man, good at reading people, though even Tanner didn't have the intuition to figure out Candy was in fact Harold's daughter. Tanner's own mind tried to put the pieces together as he said “You.. Worried about her age? I know she looks kinda young but the girl is eighteen. Besides once you feel that mouth around your cock you won't give a shit” Tanner laughed crudely once again. Harold knew he was stuck as his mind refused to give him an 'out' that made sense. Even though it was his daughter that was the entertainment for the evening, it still hadn't changed the fact that he had struck the deal of a life time with Tanner. To say it was a life changing deal would be an understatement, and as such there was no logical reason for Harold to leave the so called 'celebration'. Could Harold risk leaving? Could he risk hurting the partnership he had just created? In his mind Harold was forced to acknowledge that his daughter had been a whore for Tanner in the past, for him and who knows how many others. However it was one thing to know the information, and another to see it. Could he simply just stand there and watch as his own daughter was violated in front of his eyes?



Dinner had been prepared some time ago, a serving had been saved and refrigerated for her husband some time ago. Harold hadn't called, or left a message telling her that he wouldn't be home for dinner. It was something that Tiffany had come to terms with a long time ago. At times it was hard for her to believe that she was a year away from being forty and her life was in the state that it currently was. She loved her husband, after all she was a strong willed woman, or at least that is what she'd told her self, and as such if she didn't want to be with him, she would have left a long time ago. She didn't regret her life, nor did she regret having a daughter, she still knew that perhaps she could have planned things a little better. Maybe if they'd waited a few years to where they could have focused one another first before throwing a child into the mix..

Tiffany still remembered the argument she had with Harold when Courtney had been accepted into Dalton Academy. It wasn't even college and Harold was sending their daughter to a private school. In all honesty Tiffany was a little conflicted since the students lived on campus, which in a way would give Tiffany more time with Harold, and at the same time they were already struggling with money and she had no idea why Harold thought something like that would be a good idea, especially since college would be considerably more expensive further down the line. In the end Tiffany had given in as she knew when it came to their daughter there was no winning with Harold. They still saw Courtney quite often, and once she turned 16 they'd even scraped some extra money together for a car. It was second hand and one that looked out of place in the parking lot of the Dalton Academy, but.. It got the job done, not to mention it was all that they could afford.

Sadly for Tiffany things didn't get any better after Courtney started attending Dalton Academy. Harold's hours were still long, not to mention the masters in Engineering hadn't done much other than put them in MORE debt. Throughout the years Tiffany had worked a few jobs here and there, but nothing solid or long term. One thing she had kept up with was her body. She jogged every morning, even had one of those workout machines that you see on TV. Even though she looked amazing for her age the spark in their marriage had gone out some time ago. As she made her way to the bathroom to shower and get ready for an early night she knew that there was a chance that her husband wouldn't be home till late, if he came home at all that night.

Tiffany Reece
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[CarnivalBarker]

Courtney hoped and prayed that her father would not blow her cover. He did not greet her, instead his eyes took in hers and she felt compelled to quickly say something to cover the awkward situation and deflect the attention away from her dad's stunned trance. Before she could, however, her body jerked slightly as she felt a hand snake around her left hip, then low across her stomach, as if claiming her womb as its own. A split second later, she arched her neck, offering it to Tanner LeBlanc, who quickly pressed against her tighter as he ran his hand up to her breast and took a deep breath, no doubt smelling her perfume and the scent of her fresh skin. She shivered without notice when she felt his tongue on her, slowly rising, until he left a tiny, tender kiss on her cheek, his own sweet doll to play with.

“Fuck baby...I've missed those tits," she heard him grunt into her ear. Her gaze turned to stone and disbelief, the thought she had in wondering just how crude the man was, visible on her face as her father was the only one in the room with a vantage point to see her disgust and her willingness to play along despite it. "Who am I kidding? I've missed every inch of that tight little body of yours.” She felt his hand continue to take in the contours of her frame. Courtney had always been a confident girl, without the devastating body issues most adolescents had. Her muscles were covered with nearly none of the baby fat she had even a year before, her features including her breasts and her ass properly firm from exercise and activity, yet soft enough to be feminine in every way. She played soccer throughout school and she liked to run on her off days. She was, in many ways, a physical machine built, it seems, for ecstasy. She winced as Tanner squeezed her breast hard in his hand, undoubtedly a signal of the night ahead. She felt him move down her stomach again, then to her thigh beneath her skirt. “Is my baby's cunt wet?" He asked. She said nothing. "Is it?" He repeated, causing her eyes to close, for the first time ashamed in the presence of her father. "Is it?” He said, this time with more urgency, more tone of filth and a hint of what he had in mind, which was his complete control. She opened her eyes and looked up at her daddy once more.

Daddy, she thought. He had always been Daddy to her. She couldn't believe what she was about to say. "UhnHnnnn," she moaned, affirmatively, in a breathy release. The black, bikini cut panties she wore slipped aside and she opened her legs a bit wider for him as he began the approach to her center. She felt Tanner's fingers run along her slippery slit, just as he gave a moan of his own and shoved them inside her tiny entrance. Only inside her a moment, his hand withdrew and he remained at her side as his hand rose once more, around her shoulder and to her face, where the fingers that had just been in her body traced lightly the edge of her lips. With no objection, she opened her mouth slightly and let him feed her the tangy essence that only she brought to the room. As she swirled her tongue and sucked on his fingers, Tanner began to speak of her as if she were not even there, clearly no more than an object to him.

“I've had my share of girls, but I'm telling you," he began. "Once you taste this girl's cunt you'll never be satisfied with any other girl ever again.” His words made her grow even more wet. She enjoyed sex, but not always as rough as Tanner liked. But she could never get enough of any man wanting to eat her. Rare was it that she did not cum from a man's lips and tongue delving into her core. “Candy baby, lose the dress and get on the be hmm? I want a bite of that peach.” His voice suddenly got low as a whisper, as he pulled away. Courtney's eyes looked at Tanner, then to her dad, before going back to the man who was in command of her night and, in ways, her life. She did not want to strip down in front of her daddy. She did not want him to see her get fucked, or to fuck her himself, god forbid. Her hesitation was apparent, if her reason was not. She felt the swift crack on her backside as Tanner stung her ass with a swift, firm slap. His tone grew sharp and his instruction terse. "Dress! Lose it!" Courtney pressed a thumb under each strap over her shoulder and pulled them away from her body, releasing the dress around her to fall in a heap around her feet. Remaining in her black bra and panties, each of which had a maroon red trim, she looked at her father, then again at Tanner. She wondered if her dad was becoming aroused. She didn't know whether to hope he was or was not.

“Shit man.. You okay?" Tanner asked, suddenly addressing Courtney's father. "Looks like you've seen a ghost."

“Uhh...yeah...I...” as Harold's voice trailed away.

“You.. Worried about her age?" Tanner asked. Courtney turned her face only to look away from both men and out the window, far away into the distance of the skyline beyond. She knew Tanner wasn't worried about it. She knew Tanner preferred young girls and at times liked to pretend she was fourteen or fifteen. Her stomach turned, praying her father would not answer the question, at least not in her presence. "I know she looks kinda young but the girl is eighteen," Tanner continued. "Besides once you feel that mouth around your cock you won't give a shit.” Courtney crossed one arm over her body and gripped her free arm at the elbow, biting her lip to fight back a tear. Tanner wasn't lying. She enjoyed sucking on a rigid cock, taking it deep, and letting her face be used to fuck when her clients wanted that. It wasn't a trademark, exactly, but the guys she had been with knew she was good at it, and that's why she got repeat business. She got chills as Tanner laughed at his own comments. In an effort to gain some control, she stepped closer to Tanner, then ran her arm under his, then around his back, as if to support him, or reassure him of his loyalty. Her free hand went to his chest and ran over it in tiny little circles just above his heart.

"Take me to bed, baby," she whispered, hoping to scare her dad off or appeal to Tanner's desire to have her for himself. "Just you and me." She lifted her eyes to her dad once more. "Your friend can have me later."

 

[Evolutions]

Harold knew his daughter and though she hadn't said a word to him out loud he could see the reluctance in her eyes almost as if she didn't want to be there. What he didn't know was if she didn't want to be there because of him, or if she genuinely didn't want to partake in the sex that was to come. Harold watched as Tanner's hand disappeared under his daughter's dress, and what he noticed right away wasn't the slight moan that she'd let out, but the way she'd parted her legs just a little further to give Tanner more access. He watched as the hand pulled away from her dress, as well as how Tanner taunted Courtney's lips before she willingly opened her mouth and started to sensually suck on Tanner's finger. Everything happening in front of him was unfolding in a haze, at times it looked as if his daughter was on the verge of tears, and at other times it looked as if she was in heaven. It was the loud slap on her ass that snapped him back to reality, just in time it seemed to his daughter slide out of the dress, standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties and bra. Once again Harold's body couldn't help but react to the sight of an eighteen year old standing in front of him in practically nothing. It seemed his cock didn't care if she was related to him as he felt a tightening in his pants, he was almost glad that his daughter had opted to look away. Harold had always been aware of just how attractive his daughter was, however he had always seen her in an innocent light, an image that was quickly starting to shatter.

Tanner watched as Courtney stepped out of her dress and stepped closer to him, her arms moving around his body, first long his hand, then his back as her other hand lovingly moved along his chest, her words “Take me to bed, baby” were said in a whisper but loud enough to be heard by Harold, after which she added “Just you and me. Your friend can have me later” her gaze turned to Harold as the words left her lips. It was becoming more and more difficult for Harold cope with what he was seeing and hearing. She was playing the role of a whore, that much was clear from the words that were coming out of her mouth.. However she was still very new to the realm of men, and both Harold as well as Tanner picked up on Courtney's nervousness despite her seemingly cool demeanor. If his daughter had wanted to she could have easily just told Tanner that she wanted to leave, and for whatever reason it seemed she was willing to humiliate herself in front of her own father. Why was this so important to her, Harold thought to himself, and would she go as far as to have sex with her own father to keep up this pretense? Just the thought of it disgusted him beyond belief, and yet.. Harold also wasn't stepping forward to reclaim his daughter... To save her.. Tanner was no fool, and if he did somehow figure out that Courtney was Harold's daughter there was a chance that it would make the situation considerably worse.

It was at that point that Tanner took a hold of Courtney by her upper arm and turned her to where she was facing him. The first thing she noticed was that her gaze was averted. He grinned to himself as he raised his right hand and placed it on her chin, very gently lifting her head to where her eyes met his. Tanner had no idea what had set the girl off. In the past few weeks there had been numerous times when Candy had brought out the waterworks so to speak, though usually it wasn't until after they got started with the rough stuff. In that instance he had barely touched her. For another man that might have been enough reason to stop, or perhaps to show some sympathy, but for Tanner it was a turn on. The only thing that made sense to Tanner given the information he had was that Candy must have been reluctant because it was the first time there was another man there. Her comment of 'Just you and me' made a lot more sense. “Oh I will baby.. But this isn't just about me.. It would be selfish of me to keep you all to myself wouldn't it?” Tanner said condescendingly as his hands gently moved around her arms, slowly undoing the bra strap as he said softly “You don't have to hold back baby, you just go ahead and cry if you need to okay?” Words that he'd said the first time he had been with her. His hands moved to her shoulders as he pulled down her straps before pulling the bra off altogether, discarding it on top of her dress.

“Get on your fucking knees!” Tanner said to her. It was the same tone he had used on her the first time they'd been together. The command had caused Candy to jump slightly that first time, the tears had followed shortly after, for Tanner they were fond memories. Tanner hastily began to undo his belt, the whizzing sound of the zipper was heard next, it took Tanner a moment to free his erect cock from his briefs, by which time Candy was on her knees. He looked down at Candy with a grin as he took a hold of his cock, teasingly he sapped her cheek with the head “Come on baby, you pulled this the first time too... Didn't end well for you did it? Now... Open up, hmmmm?” Said Tanner as he started to rub the head of his cock against her lips. Tanner had no idea what Candy's reaction would be. There had been times in the past where she'd consumed his cock as if it was the sole source of the very oxygen she needed to stay alive, and at other times she had broken down completely, complying with his demands but hating every minute of it. To Tanner it didn't matter, no matter how their night started, one way or another he would get out of her EXACTY what he wanted.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Courtney felt Tanner's firm grip on her arm and her body was tugged to square up to him, and so it began. She had seen it before. First it would be a tight grip. The grip would tighten or perhaps release only long enough to reform in her hair, tugging her by the scalp into whatever position he chose. Soon thereafter, his rather sizable cock would be nudging her, demanding its entrance, then stretching her open such that she felt she would split apart. Her pussy would be pounded, and Tanner would take pride in lasting so long that she began to ache from being rubbed raw and torn enough to bleed lightly beneath him, unable to make him stop. Her tears would come with the pain, and he would continue until she begged him to stop between full throated sobs at which point he would begin to slap her. Sometimes the slaps would be along her sides, or hips, perhaps along her ass or her thighs. Not infrequently they were aimed squarely along her cheek and jaw, shocking her into her best effort to help him take what he wanted and become as good of a little girl as she could for him. The first time it happened, the pain did not bother her so much as the shock. Her face turned to the side as her jaw dropped open, gaping in astonishment as her paid lover continued to pound her body, so slight in stature, in whatever way made him enjoy her the most. And it would all continue until he finished, depositing a load of rancid cum wherever he chose. Her job was to make him happy, as with all of her customers. But his happiness was so hard on any girl as to make any pleasure unlikely and as to make the event seem to be a horror. And so it was just the beginning when he removed her bra, her pert breasts remaining standing aloft from her youth and good genes, her nipples instantly hardening against the air in the room and the embarrassment she had from her father's gaze nearby. She didn't want him to see her, to see this, but she knew she could not drop the act that he was a simple stranger, unlike any John to which she had been sent. Her eyes welled up with tears ever slightly at the idea and the thought of the pain she would soon put her dad through, and she raised one hand to wipe a tear, then did the same with the other on the other side.

“You don't have to hold back baby," Tanner said, eliciting a groaning sigh of fear from her, already knowing what he would say. "You just go ahead and cry if you need to okay?” She hated Tanner LeBlanc. He got off on her tears, on her screams, squeals, and whimpers, on the jerking of her body with every sting, ache, tear, or violation of her body. He was sick. And she was his. “Get on your fucking knees!” He said, his sole, fake bit of sympathy now gone. She slowly knelt, first on one knee, as she heard the jangle of his belt, then on two as his zipper unzipped. She blinked once and in that time, she felt his swollen cock bump against her upper lip, then she raised her eyes as if to ask if his condescension was necessary. “Come on baby, you pulled this the first time too," he said. "Didn't end well for you did it?" She did not like his vile taunt. The first time she had given him a blow job, she laid on her stomach on the bed and opened her mouth, but before she could move forward enough to take him in, he slapped her, the butt of his hand landing square along her cheek, before he hit her twice more. She had done nothing to warrant it, and he had simply wanted tears to flow as he looked upon a girl who truly did not want him inside her. He had cum so much that she could not take it all and his extreme arousal gave way to extreme anger as he beat her again when her little mouth opened and released a small amount of his seed down her chin, despite her best efforts. "Now... Open up, hmmmm?” he said, and she did as he commanded.

She leaned in eagerly, not wanting to bring forward his wrath, worried about what might happen if he struck her in front of her dad. She worried that Howard would intervene, arousing Tanner's suspicions or causing her father to be harmed if he got in the way of Tanner and his toy. As the same time, she worried about him seeing her get abused, and how he might reject her or hate her for letting it happen none it was over. She tasted his cock, sucking him hard, a tight grip from her mouth around his erect member, taking him in a few inches, then out, then in deeper, sure to allow him to feel every bit of her lips on every inch of his shaft. She slid her hands along the side of his knees, then higher, running them along his outer thighs, before sliding them around to the back of his legs, planting her hold there, bracing herself a bit, and signaling her mouth was his to use. She glanced up so that her eyes met his, and she gave a tiny, nearly imperceptible nod, letting him know he could have what he wanted. She wondered what sort of mood he was in, and whether she would be harmed or injured before the night was over. She had no question that she was about to be owned

 

[Evolutions]

Any man who is a father to a daughter prepares himself for the inevitability that some day his little girl will grow up. That she'll no longer be his little girl, that she'll have a life of her own, and that she'll start dating. That he'd even have to give her away to another man on the day of her wedding. They were facts, despite how he might have felt. Harold, just like any father had gotten himself prepared for that, or at least as prepared as any father can. What he wasn't prepared for was what was actually happening. Harold had raised her, loved, and even spoiled her, perhaps more than he should have at times, and now he was having to witness that same sweet girl get abused in front of his very eyes. If it had been any other girl Harold wouldn't have cared. Hell, chances were that he most likely would have joined in... So why was it that he felt it was okay to use a random girl but not his own daughter? Perhaps it was HIS penance for being the kind of man who cheated on his wife, who objectified women, and at the same time expected something different for his daughter.

While Tanner had seemed playful in removing Courtney's bra, he had no problem manhandling her when he turned her around and all but ordered her to get on her knees. The only thing that Harold was thankful for was the fact that Courtney was now facing away from him, that he couldn't see his daughter's face as a man teased her with his cock. While Tanner had been rather crude when he'd mentioned Courtney earlier and the way he had been fucking her for weeks, seeing the two of them gave Harold a better image of what had actually happened. His daughter was willing in the sense that she'd knowingly been seeing Tanner as a client, however it was clear that most of it was forced on her. Not only was Courtney allowing Tanner to rape her, but she was doing it for money.. From what Tanner had said she'd been doing it with him for a few weeks, but that said nothing for how long his daughter had been doing it... Or how many men, and were they all like Tanner?

Anger was quickly starting to surpass all of his other thoughts and emotions. He knew for a fact that he couldn't stand still for much longer. Tanner might have been wealthy, as well as larger in frame when compared to someone like Courtney, the truth was that Harold was even bigger. Tanner was the kind of man who sat in an office all day, whereas Harold had kept himself in much better shape. If he had wanted to Harold would have no trouble grabbing Tanner by the throat, flinging him across the room and pummeling him until there was nothing left but a beaten and bruised pulp of a man.. Even before Harold raised a single finger he could see the scenario playing out in his mind. He would surely get arrested, not to mention all hopes for the business venture would be over. Given the fortune Tanner had he would see to it that Harold would spend the rest of his life behind bars, leaving him open to abuse his daughter unhindered..

Harold watched as his daughter's head started to bob back and forth, and while he couldn't quite see from the back, given the way his daughter's head moved a little closer to Tanner's cock with each pump he could tell that she was taking more and more of him each time. She did it seamlessly and effortlessly. He was so focused on the motions of her head that he'd barely noticed the way his daughter's hands had gripped Tanner's legs to brace herself for what was to come. Tanner had kept his eyes locked on Candy the entire time, enjoying that look of reluctant submission as she began to suck on his cock. He had to give it to her, the girl knew how to use her mouth. He gave her a soft grin as he felt her hands grip his legs, after which she gave him the slightest nod. Tanner wasted no time as he gripped her head with both hands, gently he started to control the thrusts. It was almost a moment of calm before the storm, though the real reason was that Tanner didn't want to cum too quickly, especially since the night was just beginning. More than that he was becoming aware of the fact that Harold hadn't taken any part in what was happening. As Tanner continued to fuck the girl's mouth he looked up at Harold “Shit man.. You just got 200k richer, so why the fuck am I the only one that's celebrating here?” Said Tanner.

Fuck! Harold thought to himself.. Given his daughter's experiences with Tanner, the last thing he wanted her to find out was the fact that her father was going into business with the man that had been assaulting her for weeks. 200k.. It also brought to the surface WHY he had done all this, the real reason behind his inaction. “I'm feeling a little under the weather, not sure if I can partake tonight. You go ahead and do some celebrating for the both of us, I might just call it an early night” Harold said with gritted teeth, essentially giving the man permission to rape his own daughter just so he could get the hell out of there. “Can't partake?” Tanner said with a scoff “This is our night man. You showed promise which is why I chose you over all the other applicants for this job. Can't partake my ass. You walk out and I'm gonna take this shit as a personal insult” Tanner said, almost putting Harold in as much of a corner as he had done with Courtney.

It was true that the contract had already been signed, yet it was only a piece of paper, and if Tanner HAD wanted to get rid of him he could have done so very easily. The contract had various clauses that would make it void if the conditions were breached in any way. Harold couldn't stop what was happening in the hotel room. He had no idea how his relationship with her would survive, or even continue after that night was over, however he was still her father, and he would make sure that she'd never be at the mercy of that man after that night. 'Shes done this before.. This isn't anything new to her.. She has done it for weeks.. Months.. Maybe even years... She can bare it for one more night' Harold told himself, over and over again, knowing that he could no longer stall Tanner any longer. Harold forced a laugh “So the asshole I'll be working with finally shows up huh? I need a fucking drink” Said Harold, forcing his body to walk over to the minibar. The glass that Tanner had poured for Harold earlier was still there, however Harold picked up the open bottle of rum and continued to pour it into the glass until it was filled to the rim.

“Well fuck, if that's the case looks like you'll be an alcoholic before the week is over” Tanner joked back. Harold ignored the remark as he picked up the glass, tilting his head back slight as he brought the rim to his lips. He took large gulps as the clear liquid continued to drain from the glass until it was completely empty. Harold slammed down the empty glass on the counter a little harder than he should have, which prompted Tanner to look over for a second “Hey could you bring me a refill man?” Said Tanner as he motioned towards his empty glass that he'd also left on the table before he'd started tormenting Candy. Harold didn't say anything as he picked up the bottle of rum again and poured some out into the other glass. Even though he was dreading it he walked over to Tanner. Tanner pulled one hand away from Candy's head as he took the glass, taking a slight sip as he continued to fuck Candy's mouth. At that point the two men were standing side by side. Harold couldn't help but look down at his daughter. A sight that no father ever wants to see. It was the first time Harold had gotten a real good look at Tanner's member.. It was large, more so than most men. It was actually comparable to his own, Harold even thought that he might have been SLIGHTLY bigger than Tanner, though it was hard to tell given that his daughter had half of Tanner's cock in her mouth. The sight of it almost looked like an optical illusion, as if something that big and thick couldn't possibly fit in a mouth so delicate and small, and yet it was happening in front of his eyes. Courtney's eyes were wet though she wasn't freely sobbing. The sight was enough for Tanner to prompt “You should see her when she really gets going.” Harold was once again left in that awkward position where he'd have to force himself to interact in the situation, and with what Tanner had just said it was as if he was baiting Harold to ask him to elaborate. “What.. Do you mean?” Harold asked, doing the best to keep his voice leveled. The rum still burned his throat, and even though he had downed the entire glass it would take a few minutes before it would start circulating within his system.

“This girl really knows how to get me going, you haven't had your dick sucked right until you've had a girl do it in tears. And with Candy.. She could be crying a river and still work a cock like shes been doing it for years.” Said Tanner as he looked down at Candy, catching her glancing over at her father “You'll be sucking his dick soon enough, but for now you belong to daddy” scoffed Tanner as he got Candy's attention again, having no idea the irony of the comment he'd just made. Tanner broke eye contact for a moment as he finished the drink, handing it to Harold as he looked back down at the girl. He placed his hand back around her head, his body tensed as a result of what was to come. “Watch this” Tanner said to Harold as he stopped fucking her mouth and just started to push forward, feeding more, and more, and more of his cock into her mouth until her nose was very tightly pushing against his scrunched up pubic hair. Tanner looked down at Candy with that same look of satisfaction as he usually had when he was in the process of doing something particularly devious. “See that? That is what a girl looks like with a cock half way down her throat” Said Tanner as he held her in place with what seemed like little to no effort at all. Tanner nudged Harold with his elbow and said “See how fucking calm this little slut is? Fuck.. I just wish you could have seen her the first time we did this. Fucking fists in the air, nails on my thighs. I was slapping the shit out of her and she STILL wouldn't stop fighting. Wasn't until I threatened to tie her hands behind her back that she finally got the message” Tanner paused to let out a laugh as if reminiscing about something funny, adding “Ended up tying her hands anyway.. You.. Should.. Have seen that stare... If looks could kill, right baby?” He said as he let out another crude laugh.

All the time Harold having no choice but to not only witness the abuse of his daughter but also to hear about her pass assaults where she'd been treated like an animal. The alcohol was finally starting to kick in, and Harold was so focused on keeping up his own facade, holding back his rage that he hadn't realized that his own erection had started to form, something that Candy would have no problem noticing given her particular vantage point. Tanner could feel Candy's grip on his legs tightening with each passing second as he'd left no room for the girl to breath given she had a big fat cock shoved half way down her throat. Tanner could feel her nails digging into his thighs, it was about the only thing Candy could do, though for Tanner it was nothing but a minor nuisance. “See that look in her eyes? Shes so desperate for a breath she'll agree to anything... Won't you sweetheart?” Tanner chuckled as the girl gave a very slight nod, a very strained motion since there wasn't much else she could do given the way Tanner's vice like hands were holding onto her head. “This shit gets you off doesn't it?” Tanner asked her tauntingly, to which she gave that same desperate response. “That cunt is like a river isn't it?” Tanner asked once again to the girl who had fresh tears running down her cheeks, getting closer to the reaction he wanted from her. “I ain't letting go Candy” Grinned Tanner, almost immediately seeing the added fear in her eyes. “Yer gonna pass out.. Then... Then we're really gonna start fucking ya.. We're gonna tie you up, then.. We're gonna fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass, and we're gonna do it aaaalll niiiiiight long!” taunted Tanner, painting a picture in both Harold and Candy's mind. What Harold didn't know was that the fear in his daughter's eyes was the result of her having experienced that vary thing before. In one of their past instances together Tanner had done just that, gagged her with her cock so long until she'd passed out. After which he'd tied her up in bed. She'd regained consciousness about an hour later with Tanner on top of her.

Candy's eyes got wider and winder, and wider, Tanner wasn't sure if her gaze moving around between him and Harold was a result of her getting ready to pass out or simply because her eyes were starting to twitch. Her eyes were JUST starting to roll to the back of her head, mere moments before she was about to pass out before Tanner FINALLY released his grip on her head. The girl's head jerked back as his thick cock withdrew from her mouth as if a wet snake. Courtney made a horrified sound as she let in an agonizing inhale. She fell to her hands and knees as she let out what could only be described as a deafening scream. A scream the likes of which Harold had never heard come out of his daughter. Tanner stood over her with an erection that was at its peak. Anyone else in that position would have been scared that someone else would have heard the scream, though Tanner's lack of reaction showed that it was a sound that Candy had made many times before, without any repercussions. “Oh come on! Stop being such a little baby” Tanner scoffed. Almost an entire minute had passed with the only noise being Courtney trying to catch her breath. There was a loud knock on the door with a voice calling out “Ma'am? Sir? Is everything alright in there?” It was a voice that Tanner didn't recognize which made him slightly uneasy. “Mr. LeBlanc? I'll be forced to use my security card on the door if you don't respond!” The voice said loudly. “For fucks sake” Tanner said with an irritated exhale as he began the arduous task of trying to fit a fully erect 9 inch cock back into his briefs “WOULD YOU GIVE ME A MOTHERFUCKING MINUTE? I'M FUCKING COMING!” Tanner yelled back as he got his cock in his briefs, pulling up the zipper but leaving the belt unbuckled as he turned to Harold “Don't worry.. She won't squeal.. If its one thing this little slut is good at, its keeping her mouth shut” Said Tanner, as he figured the concern on Harold's face was a result of them being caught in the act of sexually assaulting a girl. Tanner gave Harold a consoling tap on the shoulder as he made his way towards the room door.

Tanner turned the handle and swung the door right back in one swift and seamless motion. A muscular man who looked to be in his 30s was standing at the doorway. “Sir... Someone heard a scream, a woman-” Before he could finish what he had to say Tanner cut in with “Listen you little shit do you have any idea who I am? And where the hell is Carson?” The security guy was considerably larger than Tanner yet Tanner was so worked up from the exchange with Courtney that his blood was still rushing. The security guy was quickly starting to get fed up until Tanner mentioned Carson. Carson Hill was the co owner of the hotel. Everyone called him Mr. Hill so the fact that Tanner was referring to him using his first name wasn't good. The security guy's demeanor changed though not completely. “Out sick, he hasn't been in for a few days” He said. “Well.. Eugene” Tanner said after reading the silver name tag, continuing “If Carson had done his job you'd know that I'm not to be disturbed until I call for something. If... IF there are any more interruptions I'll have your fucking job, now get the fuck outta here!” Eugene was used to guests getting a little out of hand here and there, but most of the threats he received were empty. For whatever reason it seemed Eugene didn't get the memo about Tanner. Regardless Eugene still had a job to do, and since he had no real confirmation about Tanner, and if something actually happened to a guest it would be his ass. Which prompted him to ask as politely as he could “Sir, I'm sorry for the inconvenience sir.. But... The young lady..” Tanner sighed “Un.. Fucking.. Believable” he groaned with irritation.

Meanwhile Harold finally had some alone time with his daughter, though he had no idea for how long. The rum was starting to kick in, which wasn't surprising at all given the quantity he had downed. What he'd wanted to do was crouch down and reach out for his daughter's hand, to get her attention and to comfort her, and try and figure out some way out for her. He did manage to crouch down however what he actually ended up doing was quite different from what his mind had wanted. He reached out with his arm and as he did his hand gripped his daughter's wrist. His fingers around slender wrist was so tight that it caused his daughter to jerk her head up instinctively in fear. It was that moment, as she looked into his eyes with fear that Harold's body once again began to react. It was something deep, something so primal that most men were barely aware it existed. That fear in her eyes elicited excitement and arousal within him. The look in Harold's eyes were ones that she'd most likely seen in Tanner's eyes many times, as well as various other clients of hers. The look that said any moment he could just throw her onto the ground and ravish her until his lust was completely sated. The very look that was now plastered all over her father's face. Harold could feel his own heart starting to race, his grip on her wrist tightened for a split second as he felt his daughter flinch. In that moment Harold was brought rushing back to reality. Whatever spell had come over him disappeared quickly as he realized what he was looking at was his topless, sobbing, and frightened daughter. He released her wrist immediately.

In a hushed tone Harold said to his terrified daughter “I can't do this.. I thought I could.. He comes back and lays a hand on you? I'm gonna fucking kill him! Unless we leave right now.” The alcohol was playing with his emotions, and if Courtney actually did what he asked it seemed that not only would she blow her own cover but Harold's deal would almost certainly be over. Tanner was momentarily occupied with the security guy at the door, though Harold knew they didn't have long before Tanner's return.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

'Shes done this before," Courtney heard Tanner say, her eyes closed as she felt him slowly, firmly run his cock in and out, along the length of her tongue as she made sure to please him, keeping her teeth out of his way and her mouth sufficiently wet for him to easily fuck her face the way that he liked. "This isn't anything new to her."

OH, yes it is, she thought to herself, her hands planted squarely now on her own thighs, as she settled in to let Tanner use her how he wanted to.

"She has done it for weeks. Months. Maybe even years," Tanner continued. Courtney winced at that comment. To Tanner it likely appeared simply that he had gone too deep, his cock brushing the depths of her throat in an uncomfortable thrust. But she was thinking that indeed it had not been years, and in fact if it had been, it meant she had done this while she was still at home, living under her daddy's roof, and she did not want him to think of her like that, although it was not likely to make him think better of her current situation. Moments later, as she continued to suck Tanner's large cock, she heard the loud bang of glass on a solid, granite surface. Her eyes opened wide, first looking at Tanner, before realizing her father was near the bar.

“Hey could you bring me a refill man?” her John said, driving his rod deeper into her throat, prompting her eyes to water.

No, no, no, no she thought as she heard her father walking nearby, then saw him next to Tanner, looking down at her from above. She felt herself blush a bit, and her eyes went off his and back to the root of the cock protruding from her lips as she focused on the task at hand and not on who was watching it. It would be easier that way.

“You should see her when she really gets going,” Tanner said. In a moment, he was showing his new partner what he meant when hee placed his hand back around her head. She gave a long, whimper of clear protest despite her willingness to allow him what he wanted, the whine her only remedy possible. She knew what was coming before his next words. “Watch this.” The man began shoving in a single, steady, unstopping motion, his hard cock down her throat, farther and farther and farther, as her hands came back up to press against his thighs, patting against them in what would have been a protest to push him away had she not deliberately held back so as to not upset him. The air available to her shut off and she felt her face pressed against his stomach as Tanner drove himself inside her completely.

“See how fucking calm this little slut is?" Tanner said, his cock throbbing in her throat. As he told the story, Courtney vividly remembered the violent nature of their first encounter when her body had not been used to anything like what he wanted and she had very nearly gotten herself beaten by fighting to breathe. Her face was swollen and bruised for two days afterward, and she certainly avoided any trips home. "You.. Should.. Have seen that stare," Tanner told her dad. "If looks could kill, right baby?” Courtney opened her big eyes to him, a laser darting toward him as if she wanted to kill him now, as her face turned red and she began to choke ever slightly without air. She hated the sound of his laughter, since it so often came at her expense. She started to dig her nails, viciously, into his thighs, not even caring if he felt any pain, hoping he felt as much as she did. Despite this, his cold, calm manner led him to give a dissertation on how to fuck her 101.

“See that look in her eyes?" he began. "Shes so desperate for a breath she'll agree to anything. Won't you sweetheart?” Courtney nodded. Of course she would....she wanted to live. “This shit gets you off doesn't it?” She gave another whimper, this one in shame, as she hated him and how he treated her, but couldn't deny that before the night was over she would cum several times and quiver beneath him as he filled her pussy again and again. She gave another, tiny nod. She felt the tears in her eyes release as her face continued to redden, the drops running down her cheeks. Each question he asked brought a nod, in partial hope that he would finish soon and in partial confirmation that what he said was somehow true. She felt so ashamed with her dad in the room. “I ain't letting go Candy." He said. Her eyes grew wide, as if to silently plead for his mercy. Then she began to panic, gasping slurps for air unable to allow her to breathe. She recalled passing out before when he did this and she knew that he would not be kind once she did. She often wondered if it were better or worse to be around and alert to his depravity and she never knew the answer. At least if she was awake she could fight back anything that might kill her, at least as much as she could. “Yer gonna pass out. Then...then we're really gonna start fucking ya." She knew he would, too. A moment later, she felt dizziness coming on, and the room began to grow white with light as she felt her eyes closing and rolling away. In an instant she felt the searing of his cock racing out of her throat in one swift pull, and she felt herself gasping, coughing, and crying loudly on her hands and knees, thankful for the last second reprieve. She screamed as she caught her breath, crying and wondering why he always had to be so cruel. The next thing she became aware of was a loud knock on the door and Tanner leaving the room. She breathed deeply and raised her head, only to see her father knelt beside her among the commotion at the door to the hotel room.

"Daddy, I....." she gasped, before she felt his hand around her wrist. She raised her eyes to him, worried about what he would do. He had a choice in that moment and she had no idea if he would take it. In a flash she imagined him taking her and getting them both killed, or perhaps simply taking her, his fatherly role gone forever. She plead with her eyes for him to do nothing at all. And it was then that his look softened and he began to speak.

“I can't do this.. I thought I could," he said.

"You.....can't.....?" She didn't understand. Had he actually been considering joining in with the sick man who had and would continue to abuse her? "He comes back and lays a hand on you? I'm gonna fucking kill him! Unless we leave right now.” Courtney's eyes grew wide again.

"No," she shook her head. "No." She raised her hands, scooting near him and raising to a kneeling position against him as her hands pressed against his chest. "You.....you don't want to be here any longer," she continued. "You need to go." Her eyes plead with him. "Just.......just go," she hugged him a bit, more from exhaustion and fear than any true warmth and affection under the circumstances. "I'll be okay, daddy," she said. "Go."

 

[Evolutions]

The moment was starting to spiral further and further out of control, and with everything going on there didn't seem to be a 'right' decision to be made. Even time wasn't a commodity that Harold could afford as Tanner's distraction at the front door would most likely end at any moment. Harold didn't have any time to think about what to do, all he could do was react, and given his state of mind that wasn't exactly the best thing. In Harold's eyes his daughter was still a child, and even though she might have gotten herself into the situation she was in, it was Harold's job to get her out of it. He was hoping that his daughter would at least cooperate with him, after all he'd watched her forced to give a blowjob, one that ended with her almost choking and passing out. Instead of wanting a way out his daughter shook her head and gave a very adamant “no” as she slowly raised to her knees and pressed her delicate hands on his chest. Harold couldn't help but wrap his arms around his daughter's bare back. “No” she repeated again as Harold held his panty clad daughter in his arms. “You.... You don't want to be here any longer, you need to go. Just... Just go” She said as she pressed against him almost as if she was collapsing on him. “I'll be okay, daddy, go” She said in a faint, exhausted tone.

Harold had seen the exhaustion in his daughter's eyes, yet had no way of knowing that she was going on two days with only three or four hours of sleep. On top of that Tanner had plans for her the whole night. Despite all that she wanted to stay, he just didn't understand. If she'd been forced into the lifestyle it seemed that at some point she'd chosen to do it willingly. All of his work, all the sacrifices he'd made, the strain she'd been on their marriage seemed to have been for nothing. In Harold's mind Courtney telling him she wanted to stay was a slap in the face. The daughter whom he envisioned as a doctor, a businesswoman, or someone with any number of successful careers, wanted none of those things. Despite having some of the best education in the country what she really wanted to do was spread her legs for money.

Harold unwrapped his arms from his daughter, moving them up to her shoulders as he pulled her away from the embrace. He looked into her eyes and said “You'll be okay? You want me to just leave you here like some whore? If this is what you wanted to do with your life you should have just told me Courtney.. I wouldn't have sacrificed my entire fucking life so you could live a good one. I just... Don't fucking believe this Courtney..” The anger that he felt rising again was something he could no longer hide, it was apparent in his voice as well as his eyes, and despite the situation they were in the look in Harold's eyes suggested that at any moment he could take out his frustration and anguish on his daughter.

Before anything else could be said he door slammed behind them as Tanner made his way back into the room. “Unbelievable” huffed Tanner as he walked over towards the two. The exchange with Eugene had left Tanner more irritable, something that Courtney would no doubt have to pay for. He walked over to the bar and poured himself another glass, taking a few gulps before he walked over to the two. He grinned and said to Harold “Hope you know where that mouth has been”. From Tanner's point of view it almost looked like the two were getting ready to kiss, even if that was far from the truth. Harold kept his gaze on his daughter, though made no indication of what he was going to do, if he was going to leave, confront Tanner, or simply leave. Finally he stood upright, leaving Courtney on her knees “I'm sure she'd rather choke on a cock anyway” Said Harold while looking at his daughter, wanting her to see and feel the hurt and disappointment she'd caused.

Tanner motioned for Courtney to get on her feet “Here, down this kid” Said Tanner as he held out the glass for her. While Courtney wasn't a complete stranger to alcohol, she also wasn't much of a dinker, something that Tanner had changed, and thanks to him Courtney had gotten a taste for all sorts of strong spirits. Tanner then turned to Harold and said “You're not still thinking of bailing on me are ya?” Harold looked at Tanner for a second, then turned his attention back to his daughter and said “Fuck it.. I might as well stay.. You get off on this shit anyway right... Candy?” Harold snatched the glass from his daughter and downed the contents immediately. “I don't mind sharing but... That cunt is getting fucked by this guy first... Isn't that right?” Tanner said to Courtney, and even before waiting for a response he grabbed her by the wrist and started walking her to the bed. The hotel room was almost like a studio apartment, there was no wall between the living room area and the bed, the only enclosed area was the bathroom. Tanner led her to the foot of the bed and tossed her forward. He reached down and grabbed her by her thigh, flipping her onto her back like she were a rag doll, then pulling her to the edge of he bed to where her legs were dangling off. He reached out for her hip and grabbed her panties in a fist as he yanked them off crudely. “Hey Harold! Come here.. You gotta see this” Said Tanner as he looked down at Courtney who was now completely naked.

Harold didn't want to see his daughter abused, at the same time the anger he felt was causing him to make irrational decisions in the moment. It had already been established that Courtney wasn't new to being a fuck toy. She'd at least had the sense to hide it from her father, though she must have known at some stage he'd find out. He was no longer going to give her the luxury of pretending that her actions didn't affect him. Harold wasted no time as he walked over to the bed, standing next to Tanner. Tanner looked down at Courtney and said firmly “Open your legs”. Harold's eyes switched from his daughter's eyes, to the apex of her legs, which were tightly shut. Again, Harold WANTED his daughter to experience the shame and humiliation of being a whore in front of her own father. Courtney didn't move a muscle, or at least she didn't do it fast enough, which prompted Tanner to grab Courtney's thigh and force her legs apart “I.. Said... Show.. The man.. your cunt!” hissed Tanner, the only warning she' get to obey before he really started to get rough.

Tanner extended his hand which caused Courtney to wince as if she thought he was about to strike her, instead he ran his palm against her bare cunt. “Never been with a girl as smooth as this one.. This right here... Really is the food of the gods my friend” Said Tanner as he gave her bare cunt a light slap. Harold didn't say anything, just stood there and watched, playing a game of chicken with his daughter right under Tanner's nose. Harold swore to himself that he wasn't going to flinch first, that he'd force Courtney to retreat somehow. Tanner's fingers hovered on her slit, and even though tears were still fresh in Courtney's eyes, to Tanner there was no surprise at all to find how aroused she really was. He dipped his index finger and middle finger into her, both fingers slipped into her with seemingly no resistance. He pulled out his fingers to showcase for Harold the glaze that they were covered in “Can't fake that..” Tanner said to Harold, as he turned back to Courtney “Right, ya little slut?”

Tanner slapped her thighs to part them farther as he stepped between her legs that were still dangling off the edge of the bed. He freed his cock again, something that only took a moment. He gripped the base of his cock as he teased her entrance with his mushroom tipped head. “Ya know how I knew she was a keeper? The first time I shoved this thing inside her.. She came right then and there... The little bitch was in tears... But... Didn't stop her from cumming hard... Right Candy?” teased Tanner. The statement was one that Harold had trouble believing as the two men were similar in size. What troubled Harold was the implication that his daughter could take a cock that big and find that much pleasure in it. Size was something that was a bit of an issue between Harold and his wife. While sex was great, due to his size his wife Tiffany had some issues with pain. Even when they found the time to fuck Harold had to hold back because his wife could only handle so much. It was even an issue that Harold had had with some of his flings.

'Maybe he's just fucking around' Harold thought to himself, or perhaps he was just thinking that to give himself an excuse to stay. Either way Tanner continued as he pushed the tip. As Tanner's head started to stretch Courtney's entrance and his cock slowly started to disappear, the reaction of arousal that Courtney's body exhibited was transparent. “Goddamn Candy.. You're as tight as you were the first time.. I'm telling ya babe.. Your body was born for this. Wish I could have paid for that fucking cherry!” Tanner groaned due to the result of the sheer pressure around his cock. It didn't stop him, nor slow him down however as he continued to push, inch by inch.. Her pubic bone rose as his cock traveled deeper inside her, all while her body writhed in what looked like a mixture of pain and pleasure. Harold watched silently as his own mind began to stray. He imagined himself in front of his daughter, holding her down as he shoved his own monster of a cock inside her. Evoking the same reaction out of her as Tanner. Tanner didn't stop until only about an inch or two of his base was left. “Here it comes Candy.. Your favorite part” Said Tanner, knowing exactly what was coming. He THRUST his hips forward, pushing the rest of his fat cock inside her, submerging himself completely as Candy's body reached the peak of pleasure simply by the act of penetration. Tanner would definitely make Courtney work for it, and there would definitely be times when she'd beg and scream for him to stop. At the same time as long as his cock was buried inside her, through the pain, anguish and humiliation she'd have multiple orgasms, Tanner would see to that.

Harold looked down at his daughter with a mixture of rage, disgust, as well as sheer arousal, all things that Harold wanted to quench within his daughter. Worst of all no matter how far Tanner pushed her she didn't given inch, as if she'd go as far as Tanner would force her to go. That she had no shame, that she'd even spread her legs for her own father if it meant keeping her profession. It was the last straw for Harold.. If he stayed a moment longer he wasn't so much in danger of assaulting Tanner, but of assaulting his own daughter.. The assault being one of both physical and sexual in nature.. The sensation was new to Harold as a whole, but couldn't have been something that Courtney was new to, there was even a chance that she'd have recognized the look in Harold's eyes. “I... Can't do this tonight man.. Not tonight” Said Harold as he took a few steps backwards before turning to leave, giving no further explanation as to why. “What the fuck Reece? I thought we were good?” Said Tanner as he stood there at the edge of the bed, his cock still buried within the 18 year old. “No its fine.. We'll just do this some other time.. You said shes a regular right? Just.. Lets just reschedule next weekend alright?” Said Harold as he paced towards the door as quick as he could. The door could be heard opening, moment later slamming shut. The only thing Tanner could yell out again was “Damn... Harold.... What the fuck man?” Tanner redirected his attention back to Courtney as he said “Don't think this gets you off the hook.. Looks like I'll just have to stick it to ya twice as hard.” Tanner of course having no idea how the world of the girl he was fucking had changed forever. The way she had no only damaged herself, but her father, as well as her own future as a result of the way Tanner had treated her in that vary hotel room.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"I just...don't fucking believe this Courtney,” her father's words hit her hard and tears began to fill her eyes once again. He didn't understand. He never would. In some way, even she didn't understand. But she needed him to, at minimum, not make things worse. She could try and explain later, knowing she never would, and she could do the best she could to make it okay. But Tanner LeBlanc was not a nice person, and she knew he could be dangerous. Her dad couldn't see anything but a slutty little girl he never knew he raised.

Courtney had not wanted this. She hadn't known it was in her. Her parents had raised her properly. Each holiday had many family and friends nearby, and every Sunday morning saw them go to church to learn ways to save their soul. She had been given training on manners and what it took to be a debutante her junior year, which she was. But it had all had a price, which she was not even aware of until it was upon her. It was homecoming, and she had been named to the court as a sophomore. A chaperone at the school dance had smiled at her, then later he bumped into her at the punch table. She felt a tingle to her bones as he did. There was a power in a touch that was not supposed to ever be. She craved it. Later, when she first felt the power of a man inside her, it was with clumsy hands beneath her dress and a sharp, quick pain in her center, followed by some simple thrusts and a goodnight kiss. But it was the fact that it happened in the car, where people could see, that made her cum hard, something that was not likely to happen. It wasn't the voyeurism of the moment, but the fact that it was wrong. And it was the dragon she chose to chase from then until now. The money was nice, but letting herself become what others wanted her to be, and what society said she should not be, that made her keep coming back. It was an addiction she knew she should not indulge, but it was an addiction that she couldn't not indulge, as addictions are for any others. Her father, indeed, could not understand it, and he was not helping, but merely breaking her heart and making her feel ashamed for her problem, which could not be described any other way.

“Unbelievable," Tanner's voice shook her back into the reality where she was, and she saw him approaching. “Hope you know where that mouth has been,” he said, prompting Courtney to look down, and away, ashamed at the simple truth of his words. Her father stood and did nothing so much as make things worse.

“I'm sure she'd rather choke on a cock anyway.” Her eyes turned up as if to apologize in silence and at the same time express how hurtful he was being. She knew it was hard on him and never in a million years did she think he would see her like this or know about her side job. When Tanner offered her a drink, she stood and marched to him, taking the glass and downing it defiantly, her only recourse in the moment. She heard the two men speak nearby.

“You're not still thinking of bailing on me are ya?” Tanner said.

“Fuck it," Courtney's father replied. WHAT? she thought as he continued. "I might as well stay. You get off on this shit anyway right....Candy?” he said. She watched, stunned in silence as he took the drink from her hand and finished it.

"I don't...." she began to protest a second person, her father of all people, in the room, then went silent as Tanner turned toward her, bad intentions in his eyes.

“I don't mind sharing," Tanner said. "But that cunt is getting fucked by this guy first." She knew his words were true. Words didn't adequately capture how he would use her body...how he always used her body. "Isn't that right?” She stepped closer to him briefly, ready to concur with a purr, ever dutiful, but as she did, the man grabbed her wrist. His grip was strong, and she could not escape if she wanted to. She stepped to the bed with his lead, and felt him push her forward when she got there, the bed coming to her thighs in height. Her hands caught her fall and she closed her eyes briefly, anxious for his forceful penetration. She squealed gently as she felt his hand grip her thigh high toward her center and he flipped her violently to her back and pulled her in a single motion toward him. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, just before his gaze lowered and he began to devour her, already no doubt imagining everything he would do to her little body. She shivered at the thought....she always did. She was 18, but Tanner struck her as both a sadist and a disgusting old man. She felt like he was using her to indulge his desire for even younger girls, and something somewhere deep inside was bothered by the thought, though it certainly explained the level of degradation he enjoyed putting her through. In a second, she lifted her legs, one then the other as he had no use for her panties and peeled them forcefully of. She lay before him, tiny, tight, bare in every place, only a tiny silver dangling charm from her pierced navel now decorating her body.

“Hey Harold!" Tanner said, almost as if seething between his teeth in his lathered up state. "Come here. You gotta see this." Courtney brought her hands to cover her face, undesirous of watching her own father gaze over her naked form. But in a second, she sensed him there, next to Tanner LeBlanc, both looking down upon her from above. “Open your legs,” she heard Tanner say. She whimpered a tiny protest that was not taken well. She felt Tanner's firm, rough grip on her body and she caved, opening her legs when there was no other choice. “I said...show...the man... your cunt!” His tone and words were rising a degree. It was not going to be a pleasant night, she feared. She jerked slightly when Tanner's hand ran along the smooth, velvety folds of her pussy, and she was grateful he had not done more, though she knew he was merely beginning. She listened and lifted her eyes high, away from Tanner and her dad, looking at the headboard and the wall beyond as Tanner droned about how smooth and bare she was, and about how much he enjoyed it. She prayed silently that her father would not stay and watch what she knew she would soon endure.

"Unh!!" She squeaked at the sharp sting of Tanner's hand, and her entire core and thighs jerked suddenly, as he slapped her slit for the first time that night. And it was then that she felt her core begin to grow wet in both anticipation and desire. She blushed at her own reaction, cursing herself silently. "Unnnnh," she gave a lower, more controlled groan as she felt the man's fingers enter her, her pussy immediately wrapping firmly around them, giving a snug cocoon in which he could play, letting him know what was in store once he chose to fuck her with his cock later.

“Can't fake that,” he then said as he pulled his fingers out of her once more. "Right, ya little slut?” Courtney sniffed back a sob and gave a tiny nod. She hated the things he called her as much as the things he would do to her. Other men she had been sent to, that she had serviced, had generally been kind, and grateful. Some were vigorous or rough, but unintentionally so in their simply excitement. Tanner LeBlanc wanted to corrupt and destroy. He slapped the inside of her thighs, one then the other, with a violent strike that sent a thunderclap through the room, again eliciting a small shriek from the small girl. She looked down at him as he stepped closer, then presented his cock for the first time of the evening. She felt it slap then run along her bare slit, as the man who was about to fuck her kept rambling on. Oh god will you shut up, she thought, more embarrassed than ever.

“Ya know how I knew she was a keeper?" He said. "The first time I shoved this thing inside her.. She came right then and there." He told the truth. The first time they had been paired in this devil's arrangement, he had spent a bit of time speaking to her, acting as if he would be a simple lover, content to take his pleasure from a much younger woman - a senior girl. And at the same time, he alluded to a dark, sinister, hidden side that appealed to her. Women would not let him tie them up. He could not convince them to use handcuffs. Did she enjoy handcuffs? The suggestions alone made her eager to let him on top of and inside her. And when the time came, he had forced her to her knees, shoved the full length of his large cock down her throat, then torn her dress off before making it clear she would be his with several strikes to the face when she balked at his violence. And the entire time, she felt her body grow more and more wet and welcoming. "The little bitch was in tears. But that didn't stop her from cumming hard. Right Candy?” he continued. She refused to answer, though it had been true.

"No...wait," Courtney said, her hands pushing against Tanner's stomach as a wince grew on her face while he began to slip inside. There was never a time that his size didn't hurt her, but she still didn't want her father in the room. She resisted only a tiny bit, for this was why she had been sent here, and either way, it did not matter. "Hnnnnnnnnnnggggggghh!" her words gave way to a groan as she felt Tanner begin to split her open as he had done so many times. She spread her legs and arched her back, offering more of herself to him, her job to make it pleasurable for him, regardless.

“Goddamn Candy.. You're as tight as you were the first time.. I'm telling ya babe.. Your body was born for this." Tanner's words were met in her mind with disdain, even as she gave a demure smile as if to thank him for the compliments that came with the right to abuse her body.

Fuck you she thought to herself before giving another pained groan as he found a spot ever deeper inside her body.

"Wish I could have paid for that fucking cherry!” She looked up at the man now embedded in her, giving yet another phony grin of assent. At 18, Courtney was beautiful, her body kept up to elite standards, firm, tight, nubile, perky, and available to anyone who could pay, tonight's freebee notwithstanding. And yet, guys like Tanner could think of something else they wanted and always wanted more. IT was why guys like him could get dangerous. They could never be her first. But they could be her most devastating, and to them that was as good. “Here it comes Candy," he said. Oh fuck you,she thought again, before clenching her stomach and gripping him with her thighs to try and make what was about to happen not so bad.

"Ahhhhh!" She screamed as Tanner slammed as far and deep into her as he could. She dug her nails into his hips and breathed a deep sigh, the pain searing her insides momentarily as she caught her breath, her judgment giving way to the trauma she felt.

"Fu...uck....you," she breathed, before tossing her head back on the bed once more, ready to take his wrath, even as she quivered down from the very real and pleasurable feeling that she was filled up.

“I... Can't do this tonight man. Not tonight,” Courtney's father's voice reminded her he was still there, and she raised her head once more, long enough to see him go.

“What the fuck Reece? I thought we were good?” Tanner asked, still over her and inside her as she looked back and forth between him and her father, now headed out the door.

“No its fine," her father called. "We'll just do this some other time. You said shes a regular right? Just.. Lets just reschedule next weekend alright?” Courtney heard the door slam, and knew Tanner would likely not hold back with her father out of the room. Both facts made her a bit more receptive and as Tanner shouted for Harold, she arched once more, driving her hips up to meet him.

“Damn! Harold....shat the fuck man?” Tanner said, then turned his eyes to meet her own. “Don't think this gets you off the hook," he said, prompting her to nod briefly and say the first words that she had said with a clear mind since his cock had begin to fill her.

"I know," she said, letting him continue to fuck her little frame.

"Looks like I'll just have to stick it to ya twice as hard.” She had no doubt he would. Courtney ran her hand through her hair, pressing it back behind her head, before lying back once more. Her hand returned to her side and gripped the sheets on the bed, her grip loose though soon to be white knuckled as the man inside her took what he wanted. Her other hand rested gently along her stomach, not willing to touch Tanner and yet wanting to be within range to push back if she needed to. Now, at this still rather early hour, her father, her only possible savior, gone, perhaps forever, she was Tanner LeBlanc's object, his toy, his thing to be used as he saw fit. And though she might say no, or fight back before the morning came, she also knew that the words meant nothing to him, ever.

"Please....unh......please don't hur......unh......hurt me," she said. It was a plea she often told him. She did it to say that she did, and at the same time, she did it because she knew how to please her clients, especially this one. The abuse, the manhandling, the devastating, degrading use of her body as he chose.....it was all part of his fantasy, and she was in the fantasy making business, no matter how awful it was. After the problems he had with the last girl, and on the heels of the events with her father.....she knew it was going to be awful. She lay back, not okay but also ready for the worst.

 

[Evolutions]

The car door slammed shut as Harold shot the key into the ignition. The old Ford came to life as he pulled out of the hotel parking lot and onto the road. The walk from the hotel room to his vehicle was a blur. He was functioning, but barely, as if a man who was on autopilot. Various images and memories of his daughter flashed through his mind. Memories that were dear to him, memories that had given him strength in the past, memories that had given him resolve. Now with every good memory he had of her, his mind would flash back to what he'd seen at the hotel room.. The image of his daughter on her knees as she choked on a fat cock, or the sounds she'd made when that same cock was being rammed into her. Worst of all he'd left her there, something he had consciously done. He'd done it to make her suffer, yet once again his mind turned on him, questioning just how much she was actually suffering. If he hadn't been there that evening, chances were things wouldn't have been any different for Courtney. She'd have done whatever she needed to, then the next day she would have called him and acted as if nothing was wrong..

When he'd signed the contract, it was supposed to be the first step in his life changing. Not just his but the life of his wife, as well as his daughter's. He'd have to work hard, however life in general was supposed to get better. He could afford more things for his daughter, even his relationship with his wife could have improved. Sure he had strayed in the past, yet he still loved his wife, and a part of him wanted to make the marriage work. None of that mattered now to Harold. The anger he felt refused to let go of him. Never in a million years had Harold imagined the person he loved the most in the world would be the same person he'd feel such a deep loathing for. Of course anger wasn't the only thing he felt towards his daughter. His mind was still having trouble balancing what he had seen at the hotel. He'd seen what her young body looked like in all of its naked glory, a body that was young, firm, and obviously very capable of fucking and pleasing. His mind kept going over what he'd seen, and instead of seeing Tanner as his daughter's abuser, it was him. His mind fantasized about being the one to hold his cock in his daughter's mouth, or to force her onto the bed while shoving his cock inside her, fucking her recklessly as if she were nothing more than a common whore. While Harold still hadn't come to terms with the fact that he was having such fantasies, in his mind it was still Courtney who was to blame.. For corrupting the image he had of her.

Harold remained on the road for a good hour, in his hazed state he had jumped onto the highway, and once he was more aware of what he was doing he pulled off on the first off ramp. The night was still young however he was on the edge of the city. He pulled into the parking lot of what looked like an old diner. It was a diner that was used as a rest stop for truckers as the adjacent lot was almost packed with big rigs. The last thing Harold needed was to be alone, as he got out and made his way into the diner. As he opened the door and stepped in he was immediately hit by the smell of stale coffee, and pie. He ignored the surroundings as he found an empty stool at the counter. He stared at the cream colored counter in front of him, the song on the small radio next to the cash register was playing what sounded that sounded like it was from the 70s, the music was low, enough to fill the gap when the scattered customers weren't talking. Finally a woman stepped out from behind the kitchen area though Harold didn't change his pose. She let out a loud cough as she walked over to Harold, the scent of cigarette smoke was still fresh on her breath as if she'd just come back from a smoke break. “What'll it be hon?” Asked an old, raspy voice. “Coffee” Said Harold without looking up. “How ya like it hon?” She asked as she turned to retrieve the almost empty coffee pot. “I really don't care” Said Harold. The woman placed a paper cup in front of him and filled the cup.

Harold didn't give the woman any further attention, giving her no recognition at all as he turned his head towards the diner window and stared out blankly. He could see the trucks pulling in and out. His attention was drawn to a flickering street lamp next to one of the trucks, his attention soon shifted to the side door that opened on the truck. A young girl jumped out. From what he could see she was wearing what looked like sneakers, a tight pair of torn denim shorts and a tank top. The girl was young, looked as if she was barely 18. She didn't seem phased in the least as she buttoned up the front of her shorts. A moment later a man got out from the driver's side and walked over to the girl. He gave her a quick embrace, after which he gave her a slap on her ass, which caused the girl to jump. Though that wouldn't have been hard since she was a tiny thing. The girl gave the man a playful push before he started walking in the direction of the gas station. The girl crossed the street and to Harold's surprise the girl walked directly into the diner. Though Harold wasn't the only one surprised as the old woman behind the counter said “Dammit Sara.. Ya know I don't want ya in here!” to the brunette. A few of the men in the nearby stalls looked up, one grinned while the two that were sitting opposite one another couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. Sara rolled here eyes dismissively “Oh please Kathrine, what are YOU gonna do about it anyway” She said as she walked over to the counter and sat on the stool next to Harold. She reached into her shorts and pulled out a crumbled ten dollar bill and placed it on the counter “how bout some pie huh?” Said Sara. Kathrine yanked the note off the counter, proceeding to open the till as she straightened out the note before putting it in. The till made the same ding as it closed. “Hey! What about my change!?” demanded Sara. Katherine didn't say anything as she walked over to the display case and pulled out a slice of apple pie. She walked back over to Sara and slid the paper plate across the small counter “You eat here, you ain't getting change.. Besides, what are YOU gonna do about it?” Said Katherine, mirroring the words that Sara had spoken when she'd walked in. Sara pulled the paper plate closer and picked up a plastic fork from the stack “Bitch..” she muttered under her breath as she broke off a bite of the pie.

Harold had kept his attention on the girl since she'd walked in. Even at that moment Harold had his head turned in her direction, and while Sara was aware of it she didn't seem to be phased in the least as she continued to take bite after bite from her pie. The top she wore was tight, tight enough to show she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He looked lower and could see the red string from the panties she had on underneath her shorts. The girl didn't look like his daughter but she was very similar in size. As his eyes moved up his gaze locked with hers, for a moment he was even embarrassed at being caught staring staring. Sara however just grinned for a moment as she finished chewing and swallowed. “See something ya like Mister?” She said with a wink. “Uh.. No..” Said Harold plainly. Sara squinted her eyes and said wearily, though teasingly “You're not.. Into guys are ya?” as she started chewing on another piece of pie.

The girl wasn't exactly making it a secret that she was a working girl. Given the way she looked, and her age, it was something that would have surprised Harold a day ago. With what his daughter was doing as a side profession, it didn't surprise him at all that Sara was doing the same. Just like Courtney it seemed that Sara also enjoyed her trade. “How old are you?” asked Harold. Sara laughed as if Harold had said something funny “You're really not good at this Mister” she replied. The girl was already starting to get under his skin, and that particular night Harold was in no mood. “Where are your parents girl?” Harold asked, to which Sara scoffed “Look.. Mister, I'm not here for a therapy session, I don't need you to 'save' me. I'm over eighteen and open for business. Ya wanna do business? I'm game, if not? Fuck you very much” Sara said curtly as she turned her attention back to her pie.

The girl was pushing all the same buttons that Courtney had done earlier. Sure his daughter's clientele were a little higher class, but at the end of the day what the two girls did wasn't different at all. The same images of Courtney in that hotel room came flashing to his mind, both lust and anger began to rise within him again. His daughter wasn't available, but this girl was. “Fine... How much” Asked Harold. “Oh no! Not in here.. In here.. You come in, you order, pay, then get out, and I think its about time you paid for that coffee and got out” Katherine said loudly and adamantly.

Harold stood up, took out his wallet and left a ten on the counter, by which stage Sara was already half way out the door. Harold picked up his pace as he followed after her. Sara turned the corner of the diner where she stopped. Harold came to a stop as he caught up to her. “So.. Where are we doing this, I don't really have a truck” Said Harold. Sara let out a laugh and said in a sarcastic tone “Gee, I never would have guessed Mister” referring to the fact that he was in a suit and not exactly dressed like your run of the mill trucker.

Sara looked around and said “Umm.. There's a restroom over there. No one really uses it.. Suppose we could do it there?” as she motioned towards the restroom. The path from the diner to the restroom was relatively deserted, which prompted Harold to ask “So how much?” Sara led the way though stayed close to Harold as she replied casually “Thirty for a quick blow, Fifty for a suck and fuck. If anything takes more than twenty mins you're forking over a hundred. Sound good?” Harold would have thought sex for money would have been a little more pricey, after all it wasn't something he'd done before. “Yeah.. that is fine.. lets just start with a blow job.. You want me to pay now or after?” Asked Harold. “Ummm usually its cash up front.. But.. You don't look like the kind of guy to fuck n run” She said as they arrived at the restroom. She stopped in front of the men's room door, she looked around just to make sure no one was around. Not that it mattered since Sara was openly in business and was known in the area. “Cmon” She said as she pushed back the door and stepped inside. Harold walked in behind her, with the door swinging shut behind him.

It... Was a depressing setting to say the least, especially given the fact that a girl like Sara had found herself doing business in such a place. Harold was sure that the girl had some kind of sob story, most women in that particular line of job usually did, though in that moment he really didn't care. He didn't want his consciousness to catch up with him. He wanted relief, satisfaction, to fuck something, and to punish something.. Sara opened one of the stall doors and walked in. She kicked the toilet seat shut as she turned and sat down. Harold followed, his heart already racing. His mind continued to draw comparisons between what he was doing and what his daughter had no doubt done countless times. “So... Whip it out Mister.. Lets do this” Said Sara.

“Take off your clothes” Harold said to her bluntly, his attitude changing slightly. “Uhh.. That isn't how it works Mister” Sara said matter of factly. It wasn't something that Harold was expecting, and while Sara hadn't done anything wrong, to Harold it was yet another girl that was disobeying him. Much like Courtney had done in the hotel room. “I'm not telling you again... Take em off!” Said Harold, his tone getting even more sinister. Sara rolled her eyes “Yah.. We're done here... Move outta the fucking way” Said Sara as she attempted to get up.

Harold was now acting on instinct as he reached forward and forcefully pushed Sara back onto the seat, though it didn't require much force or effort on his part. He grabbed her by her hair and yanked Sara against the side wall of the stall. Her head made a loud THUD on contact. It happened so fast that Sara barely knew what hit her. All she felt was a daze after her head hit the wall. Harold wasted no time as he undid his buckle, only taking a few seconds to pull out his cock which was so hard that it was throbbing. Harold grabbed her by her hair again, and it wasn't until the second time that he slammed her head against the wall that Sara let out a loud sobbing scream. Harold was quick to give her a loud slap with his other hand as he hissed “SHUT UP!”

Harold took a step back to give her some room, after which he pulled on her hair again and forced her off the seat and onto her knees. Sara was hysterical at that point as she looked up at Harold with tear filled eyes. “P-p-p Please... Don't hurt me Mister.. I'll.. I'll do it... Just.. Don't hurt me” said the terrified girl. With each word she spoke Harold could feel his arousal growing and as he looked down and saw his fat cock hovering over her face. Harold was in that magical place between lust and rage, a place he'd never been before. Worst of all Harold WANTED to be there, the thought of punishing Courtney like that was the source of his arousal. He pulled her by her hair again forcing her to raise herself up a little higher to were the base of his cock was running along her face. Sara was openly sobbing and as Harold held his cock against her face he could just picture forcing it into her mouth.. Down her throat.. Much like he'd seen Tanner do to his daughter. Harold was mere moments away from commanding the girl to open her mouth so he could just shove his cock inside.. He certainly had the will to do it, yet there was hesitation on his part. Sara was terrified at that point, too afraid to say or do anything outside of just crying. It wasn't the worst situation she'd been in, however being that she'd experienced similar things in the past, she knew just how badly things could end for her..

It was amidst her sobbing that Harold found a single strand of clarity in his mind.. His grip on her hair loosened before he released it completely. Sara fell to the floor but was still too scared to do anything one way or the other. Harold was in a very bad place, that much was clear. As dangerous a path he was going he should have seen it through.. He should have taken out his anger, lust, and anguish on Sara.. Instead he put away his cock which was still erect. He pulled out his wallet, at first taking out a few twenty dollar notes bore deciding against it, instead pulling out two hundred dollar bills. He tucked his wallet back, then proceeded to throw the bills at her feet. He turned and walked out of the rest room, never planning to set eyes on the girl again.

What he'd done, or stopped from doing wasn't a result of sympathy. No. It was a result of the anger, disgust, and sheer devastation he still felt towards his daughter. He knew he was about to take out his emotions on the wrong person.. If he used Sara, chances were it would dull what he felt.. He had no idea how long his state of mind would last, however he wanted to take it out on Courtney. He made his way to his vehicle and as he got inside he turned to the direction of the restroom... It was still quiet. He pulled out his cell and sent his daughter a text that read 'I'm going to send you an address. After you're done being a whore get yourself cleaned up and come meet me. You do not set foot in my house OR the dorm I'm paying for until we meet and talk'





“Please....unh......please don't hur......unh......hurt me” Said Courtney, having no idea that not too far away her own father had made some poor girl utter those exact same words. It was a side of him that Courtney had never seen, a side that perhaps she'd hoped her father didn't have. The irony being that it was Courtney herself that had brought out the best in Harold, one that would rival, if not surpass Tanner.

Tanner's mind was filled with various things he could do with the gorgeous young toy that his fat cock was buried balls deep in. He had promised to fuck her twice as hard as a result of Harold's absence, a promise he well intended to keep. Tanner still remembered the first time Tanner had scared her enough for her to beg him not to hurt her. His reaction, or more precisely his arousal to that phrase must have been something that Courtney had remembered. Tanner gave her a smile as he reached down and pressed his palm against her chest, it was almost as if he was bracing her for what was to come, however instead of punishing her body with his cock he jerked back and in a swift motion he withdrew the entire length of his cock. “Sit up and open your mouth” Tanner commanded her. Almost immediately Courtney had to have known what was coming as Tanner had given her the same command in the past. Control is what ultimately turned on Tanner, and being someone who was born into wealth, he had been in a position of power pretty much his whole life. He had bought Courtney's time, and on many occasions he had made her understand what that meant. Tanner walked away for a moment and when he returned he had the half empty bottle of vodka in one hand and a shot glass in the other. He slowly filled up the shot glass before he owned it himself. Before Tanner Courtney was no stranger to alcohol, though Tanner doubt she'd ever been as drunk as he liked to get her. He then started to fill the shot glass again and as he did he gave Courtney another command “Don't even think about moving until I tell you.” Once the glass was filled he pressed it against her lips and simply said “Drink” as he began to pour into her mouth. Courtney was a light weight, that much was obvious from just looking at her, so it never took much to get her drunk, Tanner however liked to see that fear in her eyes. One time when he had bought her time, he'd gotten her so drunk that the next morning she'd confessed to him that she had no memory of the night before, it was exactly what Tanner was now going for. “Drink!” Tanner said once again as he began to empty the second glass into her mouth. Then came a third, a fourth and finally a fifth before the vodka bottle itself was empty “Well fuck.. I guess that'll have to do” Tanner said with a wink, knowing it wouldn't be long before the alcohol would hit Courtney like a ton of bricks.

Tanner pushed Courtney onto her back again, pushing her legs apart as he once again took his rightful place between them. This time there was no hesitation on his part, as if a body her size was born to take a cock of his girth as he lined up the head at her entrance and simply shoved his cock inside her. His legs slammed against the side of the mattress each time he thrust into Courtney. A hastened pace that he kept up the entire time he gazed into Courtney's eyes. It didn't take long, a little over ten minutes before he saw the daze in her eyes. While not quite unconscious she was at a state where the alcohol was so deep into her system that she was awake and yet had little comprehension of what was going on. Her body continued to writhe and respond as he pumped away at her at manic speeds and JUST as Courtney's gaze began to get even more drowsy Tanner pulled out of her a second time without cumming. He walked around the room to his briefcase, from the corner of his eye he could see Courtney's head following his movements. He popped open the briefcase and took something into his hand. He then walked back over to the head of the bed, he simply looked down at Courtney with a smile. Even though she was looking up at him, he couldn't be sure if she was really aware of what was happening or even what was about to happen. Teasingly he held out a roll of duct tape in front of her face. His other hand gently gripped one of Courtney's wrists, pulling it over her head. He did the same with her other wrist as he pulled back a large strip of duct tape.

It was easy enough for Tanner to wrap a few layer's of tape around Courtney's wrists. Given the amount of vodka he had forced her to ingest the girl would barely be able to get out of bed of her own accord though for Tanner it was in part the visuals.. That and he liked the thought of the girl he knew as Candy waking up, sore and restrained. Just the sight of her bound and helpless was making cock throb in a way that almost felt painful if he didn't get some release. “Candy.. Can you understand what I'm saying baby?” Tanner said to her as Courtney looked up at him with what looked like dazed half open eyes. He grinned to himself at the lack of response, though that didn't stop him from giving her cheek a playful slap as he said in a louder tone of voice “Candy! C'mon babe, lets see those gorgeous eyes!” a remark that once again yielded no distinctive result. Tanner smiled to himself as he moved onto the bed. He took Courtney by the thigh and pulled her over to him. He parted her legs and once again submerged his cock in her tight, wet pussy. He leaned forward, the weight of his body resting on hers as he held his head over hers. The alcohol was still fresh on her breath as he gave her a soft peck on her nose. His lips moved onto her cheek, planting yet another soft kiss as his lips moved over to her ear. His hips started to move as he once again started to fuck her. It was almost ironic in the sense that it was one of the few occasions where his actions were soft, almost gentle and intimate, and yet Courtney would be barely aware of it, if at all.

As his cock moved back and forth within her, Tanner whispered into her ear “I.. Have a big surprise for you. I wanted it to be a surprise.. Well fuck it.. It'll still be a surprise.. You're not going to remember any of this are you baby?” The words yielded no response, and as Tanner continued to fuck her he also continued the one way conversation. “I've been talking to your boss.. You have a week off school coming up right? Well.. I'm trying to rent you for the week.. Apparently there is someone else who really wants you for the week, but Brandon knows what that little cunt of yours does to me.. I think hes just trying to up the price... But fuck it.. Don't you sweat it baby.. When it comes to you I'll ALWAYS be the highest bidder!” He went on to say “I have this work thing coming up.. Nothing too fancy, just some higher ups.. I was even going to bring the new guy on board for the event.. After today though I'm not sure.. Maybe young hookers isn't what Reece is into, or maybe its something else.. I'll say this.. That guy got pretty fucking hard watching you take a cock down your throat... But fuck.. What was I saying?” Tanner said to himself as he picked up the pace “Oh.. Right.. So this work thing.. That tight little cunt of yours is going to be the entertainment. Brandon said you've never done a group thing.. I may not have taken your cherry but I'll be there for the first time you get stuffed with three cocks at once!” Tanner said eagerly. There were a few moments of silence, or at least a few moments where the only sounds heard were his grunts before he whispered into her ear again “Enough foreplay.. Lets get to work!”

The next few hours consisted of Tanner fucking Courtney in various positions. He came inside her pussy, her ass, her mouth, before he came a fourth time he pulled out of her pussy and sprayed his seed all over her stomach, coating the charm that was sitting over her navel. His lips had also worked their way all over her body, there were bite marks on one of her breasts, around her nipple, and one even on her inner thigh.. The entire time Tanner contorted her into the various positions that pleased him, he'd kept her hands bound. He finally passed out a little after 4am with his arm draped around the unconscious, cum smeared girl.

Her phone already had one text that read 'I'm going to send you an address. After you're done being a whore get yourself cleaned up and come meet me. You do not set foot in my house OR the dorm I'm paying for until we meet and talk' It was around 5am that her phone beeped again with another text that read 'The Super 8 Motel on 466 Westmount, room 46A. You have an hour to get here Courtney Elizabeth Reece'

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Courtney's eyes opened a split second after she felt the muscles in her legs and abdomen fire with a soreness from the night before explaining the workout they had only hours before. She felt Tanner's arm around her naked midsection and heard him breathing deeply, nearly snoring, directly in her ear. Her eyes took stock of the room momentarily before she made any move to extricate herself. She gently leaned over to the nightstand and found her phone, lifted it and noticed the time. It was already nearly 9:30am. She noticed the tiny number 2 in the corner of the messaging icon and opened it to see who had texted. Her eyes grew wide as she read the words on the screen. She had already missed the 6am instruction by several hours. She put the phone back on the nightstand and gently moved Tanner's arm, then swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting them squarely on the floor. She looked over her shoulder and saw the horrible man, out cold. She scanned both night stands once more, as well as the table on the far wall of the hotel room, to see if he had left any cash. Brandon had of course instructed her that this was a freebee, but any time a girl lets her body get used the way hers had been used, even a tip was in order. Obviously not so with Tanner LeBlanc. Courtney's head throbbed as she stood for the first time.

She found a bottle of water near the wet bar and opened it, her only "fuck you" she could give to Tanner, though she knew he would easily make nothing of the seven dollars it would cost on his room tab. Courtney finished drinking some of the water, then sat the bottle down, before plodding to the bathroom. Her memories of the night before were slim, though the aches along her side, her thighs, and even her raw pussy, suggested what happened. The entry to her ass felt as if it had been torn, a feeling that she had come to know each time Tanner LeBlanc secured her services. She checked herself for blood and found it minimal, a minor victory that signaled she would be okay. She returned to the suite, where she searched the ground for her dress, finding it, but not seeing her panties nearby. She knelt to look under the bed, then walked silently across the suite, seeing them nowhere, eventually giving up and pulling the dress over her head. She stood in front of a floor length mirror near the bathroom and brushed the wrinkles out, the form-fitting material tightly hugging the curves along her hips, waist, and her breasts. Though she had been abused all night and into the morning, her ability to look cute and put together was the only remaining dignity she could claim. She sighed at the sight of a deep bruise rising up over the cut of her dress on her chest. That alone would keep her on the sidelines a few days. Customers didn't want damaged goods when they paid. Her eyes began to water as she wrapped her tousled hair into a tight ponytail, pulling a hair tie from her clutch purse, securing it in place. A damaged girl was no good to Brandon. She knew he would be mad if he saw the bruise, but his wrath would not be at his paying customer, but rather at her. She would avoid him as long as she could and pray he didn't send her on any other jobs. She found her heels on separate sides of the room amidst the fleeting effort to recall just what all had happened the night before. Perhaps she was thankful she didn't remember. Her strappy heels clicked gently on the floor as she kept a watchful eye on Tanner. He was out cold and she quickly made her way to the door.

"Fuck you," she thought, not even close to speaking from fear she would wake him. She closed the door behind her after gathering her phone and clutch, then made her way downstairs. She batted her eyes at the concierge, who accepted her flirty smile in lieu of a tip she had no money to give, as he opened the door to a cab. She settled in as the door closed, only now comfortable that she had survived another night with Tanner LeBlanc.

*****

Brooke heard her roommate groan from the couch when she slammed the door, unable to control it with her arms filled with her backpack and several bags from any one of the nearby shops at the nearby mall.

"Sorry," she said, unaware that Courtney had even gotten home. When she left to go to the gym and then the library at around 8:30, she noticed her roommate was gone and had apparently not been home the night before. She didn't see any obvious ailment, though the girl was curled under a blanket, only her face showing. She grinned at Courtney's plight, unaware of the circumstance. "Hot date work you over last night?" She placed her books on her tiny student desk across the room.

"Fuck you," Courtney said with a pained groan, though only half heartedly meaning it. She considered Brooke a friend, and it wasn't fair to hold her accountable for either her uninformed words or for Courtney's own decisions which had put brought on her weary soreness. She simply did nothing but close her eyes as Brooke laughed at her response. "Go away," she groaned again.

"Did the security guard find you?" Brooke asked. Courtney's eyes opened quickly.

"NO!" she said, playing dumb. "Why would he?" Brooke shrugged.

"He asked if I'd seen you," the roommate said. "He said your parents were looking for you and had come by earlier and you weren't home." Courtney sat up, now clad only in a night shirt and panties after having taken a long shower and something of a nap before she had been interrupted.

"My parents?" She reached for her phone and noticed several missed calls. All from her father, except two, which had been from the security guard, of course.

"Well, just your dad, I think," Brooke said. Courtney sat her phone down.

Okay, that makes more sense, Courtney thought, pulling the blanket back over her, rolling over to go back to sleep. She noticed it was 2pm.

"That guy creeps me out," Brooke said. "I think he's always checking me out." Courtney opened her eyes again, wondering why.

"Who? My dad?"

"No, the security guard. Brandon." Courtney closed her eyes again and gave a tiny grunt of assent. She knew why.

 

[Evolutions]

As Harold sat waiting in his motel room he had no doubt that his daughter would show up, and show up on time. The way he had left her hadn't exactly given room to any kind of resolution, and being that they were father and daughter meant that the two were intertwined with one another for better or worse. Of course exactly what kind of relationship the two would now have was left to be seen. As Harold continued to sit and wait, what he had in mind would see to it that they'd never be able to return to father and daughter in a conventional sense.. Although even though he hadn't personally defiled his daughter, at least not yet... It still couldn't erase the damage of having seen her in such a way. If Harold didn't care for his daughter he wouldn't be able to love her, just like he couldn't hate her if it weren't for love. Love... Was something that Harold couldn't focus on, at least not when it came to his daughter.. Not in that moment. He needed to feel rage, to feel anger, to feel hate.. Towards himself as well as towards his daughter. All she needed to do was show up, show up and give him a release from everything he didn't want to feel.

Five minutes passed, then ten, fifteen, finally it was a half hour past the deadline that Harold had given his daughter in which to meet him in. The anger was something he refused to let go of. “She thinks I'm just fucking around?” Harold said to himself as he pulled out his phone and typed out the text 'You and me.. We're done Courtney. From this point on you're on your own.' Harold didn't think twice before he sent the text. For the next hour Harold simply sat there, and with each moment that passed that his daughter didn't appear he sent her a text.

'Hope you're planning to get used to being a whore. Without an education that is all you'll be good for'

'I never thought you'd turn out like this Courtney. How could the apple fall so far from the goddamn tree'

'I don't know what else there is to say. Just. Fuck you Courtney. Fuck you for doing this to us!'

'Fuck you Courtney!'

'Really? This is how you think its going to end?'

'I'm coming Courtney. I'm going to deal with you, then I'm going to deal with that fucker Tanner!'

It was close to 7:30am by the time Harold had sent his last text and decided that he was done waiting for her. Before leaving he charged the motel room for another day as he made the drive to his daughter's school. Anger was still fresh in his system however given the fact that he'd been left to stew on his own in part his anger was fading.. Perhaps that was why Harold sped the entire way to campus. He still remembered when he'd helped move his daughter in. He knew full well that his wife had covered all the 'safety' speeches, and even though she had Harold had found himself repeating his wife's words. Telling her just because she COULD do something, doesn't mean she SHOULD do it. That freedom was a big responsibility. Even though she was technically still in high school, the way that Harold was talking to his daughter it was almost as if he were sending her off to college. The truth was that Harold always worried about his daughter.. She was young, cute, blonde... All things that most men desired, and if Harold hadn't thought that the Academy was the best place for her, there was no way he would have let her stray away from him. Had he known then what he knew in the present moment Harold would have never sent his daughter to the Academy, regardless of how prestigious it was..

The dorm was relatively quiet though there were a few students here and there. Harold ignored them all as he made his way to his daughter's room. Subtlety was the last thing on Harold's mind as he started banging against the door “Courtney! Courtney! Open the door.. Now!” Harold growled at the door, having no regard for the girl's roommate. The truth was that Harold had a copy of the key, however it was back home.. A fact that he only remembered at that moment. “Dammit.. Courtney. You. Have. NO! Idea how done you are!” Harold continued in his tirade. It wasn't a surprise at all that the disturbance was noticed by the nearby students. It barely took five minutes before security, more specifically before Brandon showed up.

“Goddammit... That kid is the cause of more trouble than any other girl..” Brandon said to himself under his breath as he recognized the door that was being banged upon by a middle aged man. If it was any other door Brandon would have been considerably less diplomatic. He'd have no trouble strong arming a man who was causing trouble elsewhere, however since Courtney was one of his girls... A girl who had the side job of selling her body for money, Brandon had no idea if the man was a disgruntled customer or not, or perhaps a relative of a customer since Brandon kept a close tab on his clientele and as such he didn't recognize the man angrily banging away at Courtney's door.

As Brandon approached his voice traveled over the noise of the banging as he called out “Hey... Hey.. Hey! Buddy. I'm gonna need you to calm down. I'm not asking twice!” It was enough to get Harold's attention, causing him to stop banging against the door, momentarily anyway. He turned and gave the security guard a quick once over “This doesn't concern you, this is-” Before Harold could say anymore Brandon was quick to cut him off with “Whoa whoa whoa. Last I checked you're on campus, and banging down on a students door. We prefer to deal with this shit in house, but don't mistake that into thinking that I won't get the cops involved if I think one of the students is in danger!” The words might have had impact on Harold under normal circumstances, however with what he had been through he couldn't care less what the school thought of him, let alone some rent-a-cop. “Rest easy Robocop, I'm paying for all this. I'm pulling my kid out effective immediately. So... Shes no longer a student. Which means YOU... Can go fuck off. I trust my daughter to you fucks... First Courtney's ass is on lock-down.. Then... Then? Then I'm suing this school..” Harold's mouth was left open as he stopped talking, almost as if he wanted to keep going with what he was saying however he wasn't sure just how much to say at that point. Sadly what Harold didn't know was that the man who was standing opposite him was the last person he should have been talking to. That Brandon had enough background information to put the whole story together.

The man was Courtney's father, and the way he was going on made it clear that somehow he'd found out about what his daughter had been up to. Worst of all if Courtney got exposed, HE would get exposed as a result. Losing his job would be the least of his worries, chances were that he'd most likely be looking at life behind prison. 'Calm down.. He doesn't know shit.. You can contain this' Brandon told himself. “Sir... If that were the case... I'd know about it. Trust me. As of right now this girl... Your daughter.. Is still enrolled, which means she is our responsibility.. Which... Means what you're doing is illegal. I can escort you to the administrative building if you want. However I'd recommend you go home and calm down.” Said Brandon as he paused to clear his throat. “I know your daughter, Courtney right? Shes a good kid. If she was in her room I'm sure she would have answered. When she gets back, I'll make sure that she gets in touch alright?” Said Brandon, trying to defuse the situation the best he could.

Once again Harold had no place to redirect his frustration and anger, and perhaps in a lot of ways it was better that he wasn't able to confront his daughter. He simply stared at the security guard in front of him, having very little care for what he'd actually said, the only thing that really registered was the fact that Courtney wasn't there. He excited the dorm as quickly as he had entered, knowing he couldn't go home so he made his way back to the motel.

With the father gone Brandon had managed to defuse the situation momentarily, the danger however was far from gone. He needed to talk to Courtney and talk to her NOW! He had to figure out how her father came to find out about their little business, and exactly how much he knew... More importantly how much he could prove. As he stood next to Courtney's door he pulled out his cell and sent her a text 'Where are you? I don't care where you are, even if you're not done with Tanner I need you to come back to your dorm NOW!' Even with the message sent Brandon remained by her door. He'd kept guard for about fifteen minutes before Brooke showed up. The girl had on a pair of black bike shorts and a sports bra, her hair tied back in a pony tail with a gym bag slung over one shoulder. “Uhh... Is.. Something wrong?” Brooke said to the security guard who seemed as if he was specifically waiting at her door.

Brandon always had his eyes open for new potential girls, and even with everything going on he couldn't help but notice what a number Brooke was. He knew that the girl was Courtney's roommate however didn't know much else. Luckily for Brandon the hall was completely quiet as he said to her “You're.. Brooke right? How old are you... Eighteen?” Brooke didn't say anything however she could feel a cold chill run down her spine at not only the way he was looking at her but the way he'd asked her her age. She ignored his question as she replied with a little bit of an attitude “Uhh... Do you NEED something?” Brandon looked her over once again, knowing exactly what he needed from her. “Yeah.. Your roommate, her dad came by looking for her.. You wouldn't happen to know where she is do you?” asked Brandon. The information caused Brooke to pause for a moment, wondering why her dad would be looking for her. “Uh.... I dono.. I guess she was here last night? Shes not in the room?” Brooke asked. Brandon shook his head “Uhh... No.. If you see her, you tell her to call me asap, got it?” Brooke looked confused as she said “Uhh... Call you? I thought her dad was looking for her... Why would she call you?” Brandon was trying to hide his frustration as he simply said “Forget it... Just forget it.” Clearly Courtney wasn't there and her roommate had no idea where the girl was. He began to walk away as he pulled out his phone again, sending another text to Courtney that read 'Your dad showed up at the dorm. I don't know what he knows but we need to talk before you do anything else. Text me back ASAP!'



By 9pm Harold was back at the hotel room, the drive back had given him time to think... Too much time. Everything was a damn mess.. Anger was one of those things that would only rise so much, after which it would start to deflate over time, much like a helium balloon. He had no idea what would happen if and when he saw his daughter again.. What he did know was at that most of the anger he felt had faded away. Despite all the angry text he'd sent his daughter he still loved her, and he couldn't just cut ties with her. After all what would he tell his wife? His wife was another problem... As far as she knew everything was still perfect, which made Harold wonder how much he should tell her, if he should tell her anything. A few hours passed without a single response from his daughter.. Though he had no idea he could have guessed where his daughter was... Still with Tanner, a hunch that he couldn't bring himself to confirm. Instead he sent his daughter another text 'Baby... I'm sorry. I'm still at the hotel. Whenever you're done with Tanner just... Come meet me. I'm still at the motel.' Harold didn't know what else to say, he hoped that seeing his daughter face to face would help. He hoped that he could do what he'd wanted to do when he was in that hotel room with her and Tanner... Which was to hold her... To really hold her in his arms.. To tell her that he loved her, and that he would protect her and never let anyone hurt her again.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Courtney woke a while later, and found Brooke nowhere to be seen. She glanced at her phone once more and the early afternoon had become early evening. She had earned the rest and also the harassment from both Brandon and her father, which she saw just below the time stamp on her phone.

Ugh, she thought. She didn't want to see her father, or speak with him after last night. There was no way she wanted to report to Brandon that she had become compromised by her own fucking father showing up at her gig. She ran her hand through her hair and ignored the calls, deciding instead to take a shower. After nearly forty-five minutes under a hot stream, all trace and hint of Tanner LeBlanc rolling away from her skin and down the drain, she stepped out of the bathroom, towel still around her, and stepped before the full length mirror the girls had decided at the first of the year they MUST have to facilitate their social lives. A girl could not go out looking sloppy, of course, and she could only ensure this by doing the proper and cursory checks from head to toe. While it seemed a great idea at the time, she wished it had never been bought. As Brooke stepped into the room once more, she saw the same things Courtney saw. Brooke's eyes got wide.

"Jesus, Court....what IS that?" Courtney sighed and ignored her roommate even if she could not hide the striped bruises across her upper back, lower thighs, and calfs, where Tanner had enjoyed thrashing her with his belt. She grabbed a summer dress from her closet, quickly, before heading back into the bathroom and away from Brooke's ability to notice anything else once she dropped the towel.

"Hot date worked me over last night," Courtney said, echoing Brooke's comment from this morning. She closed the door behind her.

"That's not okay, Courtney," Brooke said. Courtney smirked at the scold. What would Brooke know about it. She was older by only a few months, and yet thought herself worldly, sophisticated, and demure. She often told their friends, during those conversations girls had about such things during sleepovers, lunches, and weekends off campus, that she would not ever think to give a boy a blowjob because "ladies don't do that." But if locker room stories were all true, a ladies apparently let the quarterback for Hanoverton Prep fuck them and cum in their mouth, because that was the tale passed around about Brooke just last winter after the midwinter dance. Courtney rolled her eyes as Brooke finished her thoughts. "You should not put up with that from anyone."

Certainly not Tanner Leblanc, she thought. She dropped her robe and shimmied into the dress she had taken from the closet, pulled her hair out and up from where it had fallen inside the straps, and tugged it into a ponytail. She checked herself once more for visible bruises, and didn't seem to find any. The dress had done its job. She sighed once again and wondered what she should do. It was early, but she didn't want to stay inside and dwell on the night before. She didn't want to go see her parents. She decided to call Brooke's bluff.

"Want to go to Riverbend?" Courtney asked, stepping out of the bathroom again, seeing Brooke lounging on the couch and flipping through channels on the television. Riverbend was an outdoor entertainment district along the manmade canal that ran along the edge of campus between Dalton and Hanoverton, just south of the local University. Filled with restaurants, bars, and live music, and it could be a place to hide out and take her mind of the events of the last couple of days. Brooke thought for a moment, seemingly hesitant to respond.

"I don't know, I need to study," she said.

"Come on, Brooke," Courtney thought momentarily. "I'll set you up with the bartender at Tap's." It was a cheap trick. The bartender had been something of Brooke's distant crush for nearly a year, since the girls had gotten their fake ID's. At the same time, he knew little about them and paid them no mind, eager to keep them around because scenery made every man at a bar stay just a bit longer.

"Right," Brooke said. "You don't know him better than I do." Courtney thought for a moment, not about to reveal that he was a client of Brandon's, or just how well she did know him.

"Trust me," Courtney said. "And go get ready."

 

[Evolutions]

The music sang to the night as Tyler tended bar, the entertainment district was an amazing location for Taps. The fact that they were in a college town saw to it that every day of the week that ended with a Y meant party night. The Dalton Academy was one of the most prestigious names in the country, admission itself had a huge waiting list, and unless you were a fortune 500 brat, admission was very rare. The students worked hard and partied just as hard, on any given night Tyler made more from tips than he did from the hours he'd put in. Dalton of course was the only Academy that had a high school branch, one that Tyler was familiar with since he was one of Brandon's customers.

Tyler was in his mid thirties however he could easily pass off as someone in his twenties. He was charismatic as well as attractive, and through his job alone he got his share of girls, however there was something about Brandon's girls. Anyone could get into a drunk college girl's pants, however it took real talent to turn an eighteen year old into a high class escort. All of Brandon's girls were either 9s or 10s when it came to looks and body figure. Tyler had been a client for a few years, and while he had a few favorites, the moment he was introduced to Candy she quickly became his favorite. Candy had an uncanny ability to become the fantasy of the man she was with. She could play the innocent princes who had never been touched, as well as a seductress who was only happy when she was on her hands and knees.

While Tanner Leblanc might have been Courtney's most sadistic client, the spectrum of her clients varied quite a bit. Tyler was no saint, after all he did hire barely legal escorts, though that didn't make him an entirely bad guy. Candy's price tag wasn't cheap, and while Brandon might not have told her, she was one of the highest price girls, and even though it was sex that he was paying for, a lot of the time Tyler would take Candy out to dinner before they got to the dirty deed. They'd gotten to know each other quite well, although Tyler accepted the fact that Candy must have had other clients that treated her the way he did, that took her out, and romanced here here and there.. At least that was his guess anyway. If Tyler could have it his way he would rent out Candy every night, however if he did he would probably go broke within a month, not just that but Candy was almost always booked weeks in advance. On one of his 'dates' with Candy he had even made the joke that it was probably easier to get into Dalton Academy than it was to get into Candy. As such Tyler treated Candy like a treat, someone who's company he rented for special occasions.

There were a few bars in the entertainment district however Tap's was the only bar that extended to where it was partly outdoors. It was actually Tyler's idea, and while he was only the bartender he had some very entrepreneurial ideas. Along with having an outdoor stand, Tyler also had an idea to throw up a stripper pole. Even though Tap's itself didn't hire any strippers, there was something about drunken college girls that loved to dance around on the pole. It was another one of those things that on any given night there would be a girl showing off to either her friends or possibly a boyfriend as she put on a show. As far as the law went they were certainly skirting a few of them, and out of all the problems the town had, a few minor violations were at the bottom of the list as far as authorities were concerned.

Underage drinking was another problem, and even the girls who had fake Ids were pretty easy to spot. Tyler however let a lot of girls slide through, after all he was only obligated by law to go so far, and being as rich as a lot of these girls were, a believable fake ID was very easy to attain. The fact that he allowed the 18 year olds to drink at the bar drew men, men who stayed and paid. The girls were more than happy having men buy them drinks, and as such the men themselves were more than happy to liquor up the girls who were looking for some fun.

It was still early in the evening though business was booming, and as such Tyler had taken his attention away from the girl that was on the stripper pole. She was down to her thong and bra, the straps of which she'd undone and was holding it in place with her hand over her breasts as she blew kisses to the man that was 'funding' her. The girl had finally pulled her bra away from her chest and was swinging it over her head with one hand as Tyler yelled out “Hey... HEY!! Put that shit back on!!” motioning to her bra with his hand. The girl turned to Tyler, rolling her eyes as she let out an audible “Ugh” before she begrudgingly started to put her bra back on, much in the same way a child would reluctantly do something an adult had ordered.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

In little time, both Courtney and Brooke found themselves in club dresses ready to go to the entertainment district and eventually make their way to a dance floor somewhere in the city. Brooke's silver dress nearly matched perfectly her light, violet eyes, while Courtney stood out in a melon pink and navy blue, form fitting dress of her own.

"I don't know if Tyler is even working tonight," Courtney said. "If he's not, do you want to hit the museum roof cafe and grab some drinks there."

"You promised me a bartender," Brooke replied. Courtney rolled her eyes.

"They have them at other places," she said. Brooke put her hands on her hips, seemingly annoyed. "Alright, Tap's it is." The girls waited the time it took for a cab to arrive and climbed in, making their way quickly downtown. The light breeze on the canal made the evening cool, yet comfortable, and as they walked to the patio bar, Courtney noticed several men checking them out, trying and failing to be any semblance of subtle. Her friend was beautiful. And though she did not know what Courtney did for extra money, Courtney wondered the value of bringing her into the fold. She got extra when she recruited a girl, though she had not yet done so. Reality was that it's not a simple thing to ask a girl if she'd like to fuck for money. At the same time, Brooke had a firm ass, the tight and smooth midsection that men lost their sanity over, high, perky breasts about the size of a handful, and a mouth that she was certain the clients would pay to fuck if they got nothing else. And as bad as the thought was, she thought someone of such quality might reduce her own burden with some customers. The girls opened the door and went into the bar. "He's here," Courtney said, just a moment before a large, latin man with two tattooed snakes with intricate x-shaped designs along their inked body, entwined along each of his forearms, stepped in their path.

"IDs ladies," he said. Brooke and Courtney both dug into their clutch, bypassing their student IDs and handing them the fakes they had with them. The man looked first at one, then the other, before stepping back, his eyes taking in first Brooke, then Courtney, head to toe. After doing it a second time, Courtney thought she saw him, almost imperceptibly, lick his lips. "I don't think these are real," he said. The girls said nothing and there was an awkward pause. The man handed the IDs back to the girls. "But I ain't saying no to girls like you," he grinned. "Remember that." He gestured for them to both enter.

"That was weird," Brooke said. Courtney didn't respond, simply repeating her mention of the bartender.

"There he is," she said.

"Yes," Brooke said, eagerly. Courtney turned around and faced her friend, putting on a stern tone.

"Look, don't embarrass me, okay?" Brooke's head pushed back, as if to gain a farther perspective in determining whether her roommate was serious.

"Are you being for real right now?" She asked, incredulous.

"It's just that...I know him," Courtney said. "And you should be careful is all." The two girls held eye contact as Brooke sought more information. "I just know how he is and he won't go for either of us if we are giddy schoolgirls."

"Have you looked at us, Courtney?" the roommate asked. "We do not have to sell ourselves." It was Courtney's turn to be incredulous, until Brooke finished her statement. "To anyone. We won't embarrass anyone but the boys who fuck with us, okay?" Courtney calmed down and the girls approached the bar, sitting at a table nearby. A moment later the waitress approached.

"Will you tell Tyler to come over," Courtney said.

"This is my section," the waitress said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," Courtney said, not wanting to pick any fight. "I know. I just wanted to say hi," she said. "I'd like a water." She had chosen the seat deliberately, and for a reason. As Brooke ordered a whiskey drink of some complicated sort, she waited a chance to interject.

"Can I get you any food or appetizers?" The waitress asked.

"No thank you," Courtney said. "But if Tyler asks, will you let him know Courtney requested him to come over." Brooke thought nothing of the ask, and the waitress promptly left their seats. As she returned, she caught Tyler's eye with her own, gave a smile and a wave.

"Why didn't you get a drink?" Brooke asked.

Because my stomach is still upset from a ton of vodka and cum from last night, she thought, before speaking. "I'm just taking it slow," she said, putting her roommate off for a few moments. The waitress stepped behind the bar and put an order into the computer. As she did, she looked out the corner of her eye at the bartender.

"Courtney's here to see you," she said. "Pink and blue dress," she nodded toward the girls. "Over there." As they had walked toward the bar's entrance, Courtney realized that Tyler may not know her real name and Brooke certainly did not know her real job. She waited to see if he would come over, and she hoped he would not question her identity or make things awkward.

 

[Evolutions]

The evening was taking a life of its own and while that wasn't anything new, it was always nice to be known as one of the 'hot spots' amongst the girls at Dalton Academy. Tap's was a little more lenient when it came to the fake Ids so the girls from Dalton were a lot more comfortable using their phony Ids at Tap's, and as a result they got more horny men who wanted to be in the company of young women with lowered inhibitions.

“Kelly, has Ro showed up yet? She was supposed to start her shift a half hour ago” Said Tyler as he continued to tend bar. “Doesn't look like it T, its not too bad, I can handle her tables” Said Kelly, the part time college student. She might not have been as young as some of the girls that got let into the bar however at twenty three years old she still had the looks to garner some very generous tips. “That's... Not the point Kelly, things can pick up like that!” Said Tyler as he snapped his fingers to illustrate exactly what he meant. He continued “This is the third shift that girl has been late for. If shes not here in the next half hour tell her not to bother coming in” Said Tyler as he pulled out the clipboard from under the counter that had the names of girls that could take emergency shifts. “You got it T, hey looks like I got someone at my corner!” Said Kelly as she made her way over to Courtney and Brooke.

“This kid is really putting me in a bind..” Tyler said to himself as he looked up and over in the direction that Kelly had disappeared to. As he did his attention was caught by a cute young thing that he didn't recognize, tho she did smile and wave, to which Tyler simply gave a nod. There were a ton of high schoolers that loved to hit on him, and while it was cute Tyler wasn't exactly the kind of guy who was looking to be a daddy substitute, which was almost ironic since Tyler's love life almost exclusively consisted of the little escort service that Brandon ran out of Dalton Academy, which... Was filled with high school girls. Regardless, Tyler figured it was some girl that had a thing for him, and while she was young, cute, and even from a distance tight in all the right places, she must not have made that big an impression on him.

Tyler then turned his attention to one of the customers until Kelly returned a few moments later and said "Courtney's here to see you.” He looked up at her with a “Who?” To which she replied "Pink and blue dress," she nodded toward the girls. "Over there." Tyler looked in the direction that Kelly had motioned to and only saw the girl that had waved to him earlier, it wasn't until the man standing in the way moved that Tyler saw who the mystery girl was sitting next to.. It was Candy. “Oh, Courtney.. Yeah, shes an old friend” Said Tyler. Kelly looked over at the girls who were obviously barely eighteen, something that made Tyler's comment about being 'old friends' that much more peculiar. She switched her attention from the girls to Tyler but knew better than to say anything. Whatever was going on was definitely above her pay grade, and she needed the job too much to imply how much of a creep she thought Tyler was if in fact he was involved with girls THAT young. “Actually I'll take their order, don't worry the tip is still yours” Said Tyler. “Uhh.. Sure T” was Kelly's only response.

Even Tyler knew that Candy wasn't the girl's real name, though her identity wasn't that big of a secret. After all Brandon didn't make it a secret that his girls were from Dalton Academy, so if Tyler had really wanted he could have very easily found out the girl's real identity. Truth be told at times Tyler definitely was tempted to push Brandon for the girl's information, however just because they were a good match professionally didn't mean they'd go well together in any other kind of setting, and Tyler had enjoyed the relationship that they did share far too much to jeopardize it for something else that might not have even been possible. The fact that she came to the bar and asked for him by name, and had given HER real name was definitely a good sign in his mind. She was comfortable enough to let him know her real name, perhaps she also wanted to know him outside of their prearranged 'dates'. While Tyler knew and accepted the fact that Courtney was a working girl, and no doubt had a hoard of men who were in love with her, what he had no way of knowing was just how much trouble she was really in.

Tyler got their order ready and told Kelly to mind the bar while he went over to serve the girls. On arrival he greeted both with a smile “A.. Burbon slush for.....?” Tyler asked as Brooke reached for the drink “Oh that's mine, thanks Tyler” she said with a smile. Tyler hadn't even realized that the girl had called him by name. He turned his attention over to Courtney “That must mean the water is yours. Been a while, how ya been babe?” Tyler said casually, though not in an overtly sexual way. Brandon actually had a catalog of all the girls that worked for him and Brook was a girl that he did not recognize, which meant she couldn't possibly have been a working girl, and as such she might not necessarily know that Candy, or Corntney, as her name seemed to be, was actually a working girl.

It wasn't until Tyler saw Courtney, at least up close that he realized how much he missed her. It was the first time he'd been that close to her where her body wasn't available to him, and his body only knew one way to respond to her, which was with arousal. “Drinks are on me ladies, at least the first round anyway” He said with a chuckle as he pulled a chair from an empty table nearby and pulled it to the table where the girls were sitting. He sat adjacent to both of them, leaning over the table slightly as he said “You Dalton girls really do like to party huh?” With a wink as he looked back over towards Courtney. He might not have blown her cover about her real job, though that didn't mean he wasn't going to take a few playful jabs at her, and just by dropping the name Dalton he made it known that he knew they were both under 21. Upon seeing the somewhat concerned look on Courtney's friend Tyler said with a laugh “Relax, its not my job to check the Ids... Well.. Technically I should say that if you're in here it means you've already been carded. So.. Ca-” Tyler was about to refer to her as Candy, something that happened out of reflex as he caught himself and let out a deliberate cough before continuing “Courtney.. What kinda trouble are you two up to tonight anyway?”

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Been a while, how ya been babe?” Tyler's words only marginally annoyed Courtney. Babe? She thought. She seemed to recall him saying various things to her. "Take it whore," "tell me you're a slut," and "you're so tight you little bitch," all came to mind. Par for the course with most of her clients.

"I'm good," she said, pushing her thoughts down and away. "This is my roommate, Brooke," she said, nodding to her friend, doing little else to try to set them up. Frankly, it wasn't in her interest to get them together and her offer had merely been a ploy to go out and feel like a normal girl for once. Her attention went to watching the people in the room as she let Tyler warble on, returning to him when he told the girls drinks were on him. "What's the occasion?" She asked as he pulled a chair to the table beside them.

"You Dalton girls really do like to party huh?” He asked, ignoring or not hearing Courtney's question. She threw a look toward her roommate as if to suggest she didn't know what his deal was, then rolled her eyes and looked away, cynical at his suggestion.

Yep, she thought. All we do is drink, smoke weed, and swallow your cock when you tell us. She smirked when he winked in her direction. It always amused her that some guy who bought her would later think he could get with her. She did note that he mentioned the Academy and wondered if he was making some threat, since they were too young to be in the bar and certainly too young to be what Tyler paid for Courtney to be. She wondered how old he was himself.

"Relax," he said to Brooke, landing squarely on the nose of Courtney's own thoughts. "It's not my job to check the Ids. Well...technically I should say that if you're in here it means you've already been carded. So.. Ca-” Courtney raised her eyebrows sharply at him, warning him away from what he was about to say, hoping Brooke didn't notice. “Courtney. What kinda trouble are you two up to tonight anyway?” She gave a silent sigh.

"We just thought we'd grab some drinks and maybe go to a club later," she replied, looking at Brooke, encouraging her to speak up if she was at all interested in capitalizing on this chance. Her roommate said nothing. "What have you been up to since I last saw you?" Courtney continued.

"How well do you two know each other?" Brooke suddenly intoned, asking exactly the wrong question to ask. Before Tyler could speak up, Courtney panicked.

"We dated." She couldn't believe what she just said, knowing it would prompt questions and god knew what sort of action from Tyler.

"What?!" Brooke asked. "Really?" She pushed back from the table a bit. "Wait, when?" She asked, putting Courtney's age with Tyler's and becoming suspicious.

"I mean," Courtney began, hoping for a lifeline and finding none. "We went out, like...one time." She gave no further details, praying Brooke asked for none.

 

[Evolutions]

Brandon had sent out a text to all of the working girls at the Academy, making it very clear that as soon as anyone got eyes on Courtney to text him back asap. Almost an entire hour had passed, and with each minute that went by Brandon became more anxious, more nervous, as well as more angry at Courtney. She was no doubt in trouble, but the way in which she'd fucked up could not only fuck up his livelihood, but see him behind bars. Courtney's dad seemed like the only color he saw was red, a man in that mindset was likely to do anything. He was beginning to think that Courtney had just run off when he got a text from one of the girls saying that she was at Taps. 'Are you sure?' was the text that Brandon had sent. A moment later the same girl sent a photo of Courtney sitting with Brooke. 'Don't let that fucking girl out of your sight! I'll be there ASAP!' Brandon replied as he made his way over to the bar.

Even though it wasn't far Brandon showed up at the bar in record time. The fact that Tyler was a client of his meant that he had VIP access to the bar, which in all honesty didn't mean much, but he could come and go as he pleased. He brushed past the bouncer and it didn't take long at all before he had his sight set on Courtney. She was with Brooke, Courtney's roommate. Brandon had had his eyes on Brooke for some time, just hadn't had the time or means to get her under his thumb. Her presence was also a little unfortunate as he had no time to be coy for her sake. Courtney's eyes met with his as he approached her table, and the last thing on Brandon's mind was trying to justify his relationship with a student at a school where he was only a janitor. He wasted no time as he dismissed Brooke with a simple “Hey Brooke, I just got word from Courtney's dad that there's a family emergency.” After which he reached down and grabbed Courtney by her upper arm, pulling her onto her feet and walking her across the bar and into the men's room. “Don't fucking move!” Brandon hissed at her as he released her arm. He went through each of the stalls to make sure they were empty, before he walked over to Courtney, holding the door shut from the inside with one hand. “You know exactly what this is about so I'm not going to mince words.” Brandon said sternly, while at the same time trying to keep his voice as low as possible, after all Brandon had kept himself in business for as long as he had by exercising discretion.

Just from the tone of his voice Courtney had to know that Brandon would see to it that she got his own brand of punishment when all was said and done, although given everything that was swirling around over her head, what Brandon would do to her after it was all over was most likely the least of her troubles. “I don't know how the fuck you could be THIS stupid, letting your dad find out? I don't care what your daddy issues are, if you want to fuck him, you do it on your own time where it has nothing to do with my goddamn business!” Without giving Courtney a word edgewise Brandon continued “You're going to fix this, and you're going to fix this tonight. Do what you have to do, and you know damn well how far you need to go to put this thing to bed. Call me when you get it sorted, and THEN we'll talk about what kind of future you have here!” Brandon said to her. He reached between the two of them, almost as if he was getting ready to shove his hand between her legs, instead he reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. “And this.. You better keep this on!” Hissed Brandon as he shoved her cell back into her purse. After which he pulled his hand away from the door, grabbing Courtney by the arm once again and roughly pulling her away from the door as he proceeded to walk out.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Courtney turned to her left just in time to see Brandon bound through the door of the bar. Her eyes caught his and grew wide, as if to look him off, but to no avail as he kept coming her way. In a flash, he had muttered something to Brooke about her dad and a family emergency and tugged Courtney away down the hall toward the back entrance as if they were leaving the building. Without the eyes of her roommate on her, she was pushed into the men's room, where she stood shivering while a very furious Brandon beat down each stall door to ensure privacy.

"What the hell?" Brooke asked, looking perplexed, before grinning and leaning forward to speak a bit more intimately with Tyler, already forgetting the commotion and figuring she would find out more later.

"I can explain," Courtney stammered, knowing likely why Brandon was in such a rage. "It was..." he cut her off, his hand slamming against the door over her shoulder, his face and his body close to hers, prohibiting any escape.

“You know exactly what this is about so I'm not going to mince words,” Brandon said, seething and remaining eerily calm all at the same time. She felt a shiver along her spine and down her legs at the idea of how much Brandon might take from her in this sort of angry condition. “I don't know how the fuck you could be THIS stupid, letting your dad find out?"

"But it was..." she stammered again in a weak attempt to explain that he was involved with Tanner LeBlanc before he cut her off once more.

"I don't care what your daddy issues are, if you want to fuck him, you do it on your own time where it has nothing to do with my goddamn business!” He shouted.

"But I don't!" She spit out.

“You're going to fix this," he spit back. "And you're going to fix this tonight. Do what you have to do, and you know damn well how far you need to go to put this thing to bed. Call me when you get it sorted, and THEN we'll talk about what kind of future you have here!” She glanced down and said nothing as his hand began to move. Her body tensed, certain he was going to molest her in some way before letting out a sigh as he only reached for her phone and held it where she could see. “And this," he said, holding the phone aloft. "You better keep this on!” He dropped the phone back in her bag and tugged her out of his way before storming out of the men's room. Unable to flee behind him and shout across a bar full of patrons that she had not let her dad know about her activities, but that he just happened to be present to watch her get fucked by Brandon's biggest illegal prostitution ring client, she walked quickly several steps behind, allowing him to peel off and out of the door while she peeled off right and back to the bar where Brooke and Tyler remained. Her eyes were welling with tears, unsure of what to do. She could not face her father yet, nor could she solve the situation without doing so. She needed to tell Brandon what had happened and how this wasn't her fault, no matter how he might take out his frustration or anger on her. She looked at her phone and the time and felt like she simply had to leave, regroup, and figure out a plan.

"Is everything okay?" Brooke asked, seeing her friend soon to be in tears.

"I, ah...." Courtney sputtered. "Yeah, I don't know. I have to go." Brooke reached to grab her phone and her purse. "No, it's.....you guys stay here," she said, forcing a smile. She had promised to hook her roommate up with the bartender, though not in such a dramatic fashion. "I just have to run. Tyler can take you home," she forced the smile once more. Brooke smiled back.

"Okay," Brooke said. She looked at Tyler who nodded his assent before she looked back at Courtney. "If you're sure."

"I am," the girl said. She looked at her phone again then headed out the door. She walked toward the Riverbend district, to find a cab, and on her way, sent a message to Brandon.

I didn't tell ANYONE. He was with LeBlanc. I can't fix this right now.

Courtney's eyes welled with tears once more. She couldn't fix it now because she couldn't stomach seeing her father just yet, not this soon after what he had seen. She got no fast response from Brandon and took it upon herself to text him again.

Got a cab. Heading to your place. She didn't know if he would even be there, but she had a key. It had originally been pitched as a 'safe place' from the Johns in the event she needed one and didn't want to be followed. But she learned that Brandon didn't give a key to just anyone, and it gave her some insight that he liked her for more than just the money she could bring him. And while she used that to her advantage, it also was used against her.

"Twenty-one, forty-one Winstead," she told the cab driver. "Manzarro Condos." The driver nodded and pulled away from the entertainment district. Courtney crossed her arms and began to cry silently. She didn't know who to turn to or who to trust. Not her dad, not her clients, certainly not Tanner, and probably not Brandon. But Brandon was the one she could, perhaps, talk off of her ledge, though perhaps it would take more than an explanation and a talk. But he seemed the most likely to forgive her and protect her right now, since she was still an investment and since his rage had been, possibly, from not knowing all of the facts. It was her best shot. Though it was possible he was already scheduling out the other girls, or perhaps taking his frustration out on one of them, she hoped that wasn't the case. She needed him to not be angry with her so that she could fix what they both knew was broken.