Unwilling Collateral (closed)

StFornicate

Sinful Salvation
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Alyssa was one of my best customers. She was usually good for at least an eight ball of coke a week, if not more, and often got some X, some random pharmies, and copious amounts of weed. But lately, it seemed, more and more she was coming up short on the money she owed. Granted, she was a good-lookin girl, so at first it wasn't a big deal to front it to her.

But, dollars add up. And at this point, by the way I figured it, she was in the hole by about a thousand dollars.

That was okay though. I had plenty of money. Business was booming. This bitch was just an outlier. Of course, I dug into her activities, and that's when I found her sweet little blonde girlfriend on Facebook. Commenting all the time, laughing back and forth at inside jokes. It was all very cute.

And this blonde had quite the set of tits on her! And an ass. Just the kinda girl you wanted to bend over and ravage.

I was fixing to do just that... See, I arranged a party, and Alyssa and her blonde friend would be my guests of honor...
 
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I didn’t lead a very active life. I was always in doors, studying or on my computer while my classmates were off partying. It wasn’t my choice; my parents controlled my life and I never had much opportunity to socially mix with other high school students. It was a surprise that I had any friends (which weren’t many, mind you). Among my friends, was the rebellious Alyssa Smith – a wild eighteen year old who knew every party, club and places to drink in this city. She had a tendency of inviting me to parties and well, I had the tendency of declining for obvious reasons. She didn’t take offense to it and even helped me buy all sorts of clothes. Of course, I didn’t get to wear many…

"Young lady, what the hell are you wearing?!"
"Mom I just -"
"Go back to your room and change into something decent!"

Most of the conversations between my mother and I went that way. Despite having lived here since before I was ever conceived, both my mom and dad had their bible-belt mentality deeply engrained into their stubborn heads. Here we were, living in one of the (if not the) most liberal city in the world, San Francisco. They hardly ever let me step out of the house – and when I did, they made damn sure that I was wearing something loose and unappealing. I was frustrated, to say the least, to know where my social life stood against those of my classmates. I wanted some freedom and generally, I never had it – although both of my parents were busy professionals, it seemed almost as if they both took rotary shifts watching over me; they were never both gone at the same time.

Well, until recently when they both (as luck would have it) were obligated to take trips across the country.

I was excited as I could be when they headed to the airport early morning. Of course, I maintained my “oh I would never” look on my face and the second they left home, I made sure to text Alyssa about the possibilities. She was ecstatic and before I knew it, she was over at my place and helped me pick a few outfits.

“Here” she said with a sly smile on her face “Put this on!”

It was definitely form fitting; a tight, short top several sizes too small, a pair of denim shorts and three inch heels. I painted my nails pink and it seemed nice – though I wasn’t able to observe my toe nails well, what with my breasts stretching the very fabric of this top. I was showing cleavage and I was about to leave my place with Alyssa! I couldn’t believe it!


“So where to?” I asked my friend while we stepped outside on this hot, sunny day. My heels clicked on the cement, while Alyssa led me into her beat up sedan. Thankfully, her car, while old, did have a functional air conditioner.

“I figured that you could finally join me to a party” she replied with a grin “It’s everything that you’ve been looking for and it’ll be a blast.”
 
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