deborahscribe
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Hiya all. This is my first time here, so hope you all have room for another newbie. I'm not going to brag about what a great writer I am; my ability (or lack thereof) will be manifest after I've had the chance to make some posts. I've read erotic stories before but this is my first time writing one. In this story, I'm playing the parts of a rather naive white female (Deborah) who ends up in a bad neighborhood, and said female's daughter (Cindy) who has to go to school there.
The story is open-ended. The central theme will be the exploitation of Deborah and Cindy (perhaps seperately, perhaps together--it's gonna be first-cum, first-served) by the males of the 'hood. I don't picture much romance. This will most likely be a tale of coercion, reluctance, and even outright rape. The encounters the two women have may be from a series of men, or a man or men may come to dominate and control either or both. Note that I'm not really into incest...that's not to say your characters can't on occasion force the two to pleasure each other for their own perverse amusement, but I'd rather that be for "spice" and not a main theme of the action.
I ask that you not be a one-line poster, or someone who can only post a couple times a week. I'm interested in prose as well as sex. But I blather too much...so onto the story.
The Pink Slip
Deborah had seen it coming. Business had been off for quite some time at the telemarketing firm she had been working at. In a way, it was almost a relief. The sleaze she had been selling felt oily, that's how shady the bosses were. Any day she had expected cops to raid the place. Hell, maybe they had been about to, and that's why the owners shut the place down.
She had gone down to the unemployment office. Unemployment would pay only $315 a week. It was better than nothing, but she could tell she would have to move from the nice apartment in Willow Heights, into a smaller unit downtown. Cindy had been pissed, she could tell, but at least high school was over. She would have to go to the college downtown rather than the one in the Heights, but in a couple years she would be transferring to State anyway.
The New Digs
It wasn't the Roach Motel, Deborah knew, but it was a definite step down, the apartment in Freedom Park. The paint was a good ten years old. No gym. There was a pool, but it didn't look as well-maintained as her old apartment. The unit had no washer or dryer...there was a laundry room. She could see about three-fourths of the tenants were black or Hispanic. While Deborah was not a hardcore racist, she nevertheless couldn't help viewing the demographics as a sign she was definitely in the low-rent district. There was more noise.
Deborah's sister Brenda had come to help, and the three women began moving in their possessions. Deborah was 40 but looked more like 35 or so, curvy where it counted, bearing a few extra pounds but nothing that could be called "fat." She was a natural blonde, standing five foot four inches tall. Brenda was more a brunette, in her mid-thirties, about five feet tall.
"Hey Cindy...I saw a store a couple blocks down. Get us a six-pack of Pepsi," Deborah said. Grateful for the break from moving boxes, the girl nodded, and headed down the street.
The 'Hood
Cindy was taken aback by the number of men who seemed to be hanging out with nothing to do, listening to radios, talking loudly. She knew Mom had been doing the best she could...really...but maybe she hadn't known what she was getting into. She would not want to be out in this place after dark, Cindy thought as she ducked down an alley toward the store.
Feel free to jump in, either where the mother is, or the daughter. Hell, since I wrote her in as a secondary character, I guess Brenda is ripe for the picking too...
The story is open-ended. The central theme will be the exploitation of Deborah and Cindy (perhaps seperately, perhaps together--it's gonna be first-cum, first-served) by the males of the 'hood. I don't picture much romance. This will most likely be a tale of coercion, reluctance, and even outright rape. The encounters the two women have may be from a series of men, or a man or men may come to dominate and control either or both. Note that I'm not really into incest...that's not to say your characters can't on occasion force the two to pleasure each other for their own perverse amusement, but I'd rather that be for "spice" and not a main theme of the action.
I ask that you not be a one-line poster, or someone who can only post a couple times a week. I'm interested in prose as well as sex. But I blather too much...so onto the story.
The Pink Slip
Deborah had seen it coming. Business had been off for quite some time at the telemarketing firm she had been working at. In a way, it was almost a relief. The sleaze she had been selling felt oily, that's how shady the bosses were. Any day she had expected cops to raid the place. Hell, maybe they had been about to, and that's why the owners shut the place down.
She had gone down to the unemployment office. Unemployment would pay only $315 a week. It was better than nothing, but she could tell she would have to move from the nice apartment in Willow Heights, into a smaller unit downtown. Cindy had been pissed, she could tell, but at least high school was over. She would have to go to the college downtown rather than the one in the Heights, but in a couple years she would be transferring to State anyway.
The New Digs
It wasn't the Roach Motel, Deborah knew, but it was a definite step down, the apartment in Freedom Park. The paint was a good ten years old. No gym. There was a pool, but it didn't look as well-maintained as her old apartment. The unit had no washer or dryer...there was a laundry room. She could see about three-fourths of the tenants were black or Hispanic. While Deborah was not a hardcore racist, she nevertheless couldn't help viewing the demographics as a sign she was definitely in the low-rent district. There was more noise.
Deborah's sister Brenda had come to help, and the three women began moving in their possessions. Deborah was 40 but looked more like 35 or so, curvy where it counted, bearing a few extra pounds but nothing that could be called "fat." She was a natural blonde, standing five foot four inches tall. Brenda was more a brunette, in her mid-thirties, about five feet tall.
"Hey Cindy...I saw a store a couple blocks down. Get us a six-pack of Pepsi," Deborah said. Grateful for the break from moving boxes, the girl nodded, and headed down the street.
The 'Hood
Cindy was taken aback by the number of men who seemed to be hanging out with nothing to do, listening to radios, talking loudly. She knew Mom had been doing the best she could...really...but maybe she hadn't known what she was getting into. She would not want to be out in this place after dark, Cindy thought as she ducked down an alley toward the store.
Feel free to jump in, either where the mother is, or the daughter. Hell, since I wrote her in as a secondary character, I guess Brenda is ripe for the picking too...
