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southern_slut

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Rebecca "Becky" West. That's me. Most people in this town know me as "Bartop Becky" because I work at Tumbleweeds Saloon, local bar catering to blue collar folks. I tell people I earned that nickname for dancing on the bar top one too many times when in reality I was having an affair. The head bouncer loved putting me on that so he could play with my body however it pleased him. After three months of it both his wife and my husband caught wind of it. After the divorce the only place I could afford was a double wide trailer six blocks from work.

So look at me now. My brunette hair was featuring icy blue highlights to match my eyes and it fell to just below my shoulders. At 5' even and 100 lbs I am often the butt of barfly's jokes and seen as everyone's little sister. It's not so bad, all the right curves in all the right places as that pop song says. It was coming into noontime and hen my phone began ringing and the bar owner was on the other end. Whatever. I'll let it go to voicemail. He never calls me unless it's to cover a shift.

Regardless I couldn't roll over and go back to bed so I sit up with a yawn and a stretch. My hair a mess all over my face and falling into my eyes. Pawing around for my glasses I reach for the phone as my door knocks. Fuck... It's probably the trailer park super again.
 
Terry Benjamin was the one knocking at the door, indeed the trailer park super. The mid-40s divorced owner of the trailer park had come to collect the rent. Becky had been late the last two months on her rent and she was about to be late for a third consecutive month. The slight chubby, balding white man was knocking on her trailer door. "Ms. West! Open Up! You're late again on your rent!"
 
With my phone in hand and wearing my booty shorts and tank top uniform from work I begrudgingly open the front door and allow Trevor into the trailer.

"Look, Me Benjamin, you know my situation. I can ge the money I just need to pull this shift tonight to have it together."

The balding older mans eyes were that of an unpleasant resolve an I knew I was in trouble. He was slow to answer, taking in the general feel of the trailer and making sure I hadn't left permanent or irreparable damage. I would always pull down my tank top to win him over before but this time he was past that. Taking advantage of the momentary silence I actually lift my tank top off and reaching for a towel.

"See? I was just in my way out the door. They need me to come in early and manage the floor for set up."

However I forgot that I hadn't worn a bra last night and was inadvertently standing in front of him with my bare breasts hanging out.
 
As I stand there listing to her usual excuses as well as calling me the wrong name for the hundredth time, I grow tired of her excuses. When Becky pulls her tank top off, I immediately grab and grope her tits.

"It's Terry, Ms. West." I say as I pinch her nipples. "You don't seem to have any respect for me. Can't call me by the right name, can't pay your rent of time, trying to use your tits as a diversion." I grab her cheeks and pull her face into mine. "I think if you're going to try to use your body to get out of paying rent, you should let me use the whole thing.

I then pul down her booty shorts to see she's not wearing panties either. I teach down and start to rub her clit.
 
The initial moment of protest and resignation ends as soon as I realize this is how I can work off my rent and not fork over the shit tips I've been making. The fact I haven't been properly satisfied in weeks has me oozing sexual arousal in moments.

"Look, Tim..."

He looks up to see my malicious grin and I hope he realizes I'm egging him on. Spreading my thighs to allow him better access I point over towards te bed in the back.

"In there?"
 
I realize that she actually enjoying this, so I decide to play along with her little game. Rather than give her what she wants, I push her tiny body to the ground onto her knees. I undo my belt and pull out my hardening 7" cock and force it into her mouth.

"You think this is some kind of game, you dirty slut." I say as I roughly fuck her face. "Until you get my name right, you're not getting anything in your pussy." I put my hand on the back of her head and have her blow me for a minute before I pull her head off my cock. "What's my name, slut?"
 
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