Chapter Tags: M+/F+, FF, oral, anal, ncon, inc, bond
Content Warnings: Real estate purchasing and Realizing mistakes
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Sam makes a deal on a house, and a deal in the Club.
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Part 3: Naomi(M+/F+, FF, oral, anal, ncon, inc, bond)
Sometimes things come easy, and sometimes they don’t. Finding an offer for Naomi was taking longer than Sam expected. Part of it was bad circumstances, but part of it was his fault. The last offer backed out when he didn’t have Naomi’s schedule with her kids down to a T. This made Sam sit back and think about what he was missing and what he needed to do. His main source of information on Naomi Starkey the last couple of months has been some light stalking of Facebook and Instagram, but even that was only a little successful since she had basically blocked him. He had to use backup accounts to get anything of value, and even that was not as accurate as he’d like. One night as he was talking over the problem with Bubbles, she gave him an idea on how to get what he needed.
“What about Tracy?” Bubbles asked him while he was looking at houses online.
“What about her?” Sam replied, half not paying attention to what Bubbles said as he found a house listing he wanted to check out.
“Hit her up. Start talking, ask how things are, see what you can find out.”
“What, like a date?”
“Yeah.”
Sam turned to Bubbles, not sure if he heard her right. He did, but the idea of dating Tracy again after all these months didn’t sit right with him. He turned to her, spinning his chair around to face her sitting on his couch.
“You know, we’re not exactly talking to each other. Worse yet, if she does agree to meet me, things might get complicated.” He wasn’t sure exactly what he was trying to say without sounding too mushy.
Bubbles looked up from her phone as his voice cracked a little, a sign that he was a little stressed. She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.
“What was that for?” Sam asked, confused.
Bubbles smiled. “You can be real cute when you want to be.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“I see where you’re trying to get to.” She said with a smile.
“You do?” Sam’s confusion grew.
“Yeah. You don’t want to text Tracy because things ended badly, but you’re more worried if things don’t turn into a shitstorm and she wants you back.”
Sam nodded his head. That was a big part of his worries. “Yeah, that’s part of it. I don’t want to hurt you or fall down that rabbit hole again. Um, it’s just, um…”. Sam stammered for a bit before Bubbles kissed him again.
“How about this? We haven’t made anything officially official yet, but I don’t want to date any other guys. If you need to fuck Tracy to get your intel on Naomi, I’m okay with it, and I won’t date any other guys during that time.” Bubbles said.
It took Sam a moment to wrap his head around what she said. “So, yeah, that works. Cool. I don’t know what to say.”
“How about ‘I’ve got the coolest girlfriend on the planet’?”
“Really, where?” Sam joked, lightening the mood.
“Shut up.” She said playfully, as Sam pulled her closer to him for a kiss that led to another and another.
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Sam texted Tracy later that night, and much to his surprise not only wasn’t he blocked, but Tracy responded right away. They chatted for a bit before settling on getting dinner the next night. Sam tried to play it slow but he got the impression that Tracy was a little more desperate than usual. Dinner turned into going back to her place and fucking on her bed while Naomi’s daughter Lexi babysat Tracy’s younger kids. When Lexi brought the kids over, Sam chatted her up as calmly as possible while doing his best to not eyefuck the cute young blonde as she stood there in a pair of cut-off shorts and a purple tank-top that barely contained her C-cup titties. She stood there disinterested while Sam made small talk while Tracy put the kids to bed.
He used this time to his advantage. Sam found out that her little brother was spending the summer with his dad down in North Carolina. Lexi was working at one of those cell phone stores where they sold phones and phone plans to people with shitty credit so she could save some money up to move to Collegetown this Fall. She was transferring from the community college to Harbor City University to study business. Her 21st birthday just passed a couple weeks back, and she went out with her boyfriend Kenyon and a bunch of their friends. She’s going to rent a house with some of that group of friends in a building that’s near a few of his apartments, even getting the address by telling her he knows her new landlord and how to get in touch with him. He found out that her work schedule is basically every weekday 9AM-4PM and Saturday 1PM to 5PM. Naomi’s still making Lexi go to church every Sunday almost all day and every Wednesday night. Naomi’s day job as an admin at a local tax office lets out at 2PM during the summer, leaving her to work three nights a week and Saturdays as a server at the local Applebee’s.
When Lexi went to the bathroom before leaving, he took a picture of her keychain that she left on the counter, and snuck a photo of her checking out her phone as she walked down the hallway. Sam talked to Tracy and agreed to pay Lexi for her babysitting time, making sure that he paid more than a fair amount. It made Lexi happy enough that she didn’t think anything of it when he asked for a selfie with her. He was even more surprised when he got home and had a friend request from her on Facebook and Instagram.
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Sam talked to Bubbles when he got home and shared pics of Lexi with her on WhatsApp. Bubbles said she wanted a piece of her, that she was sexy as fuck. Sam agreed, but also knew that as much as he wanted to fuck that little tart into next week, he’s too close to her.
They met up the next day, Thursday, after Bubbles’s shift at the hospital ended around noon. The pair had lunch then went to look at some houses that caught Sam’s eye. He’s a licensed realtor since he spends so much time dealing with real estate and having an agent’s license in the state makes his work much easier. This includes getting into any home he wants to look at. As a courtesy, he’ll contact the listing agent to make sure that the home is available for him to visit.
The first two houses were okay, but nothing that really stuck out to him. The third house had potential, but was on the edge of a rough part of the city. The next few just didn’t sit well with him, and Bubbles didn’t like how many of the neighbors at the last house were giving her dirty looks. The ninth house was a nice fixer-upper, so he kept that one in mind to flip. The tenth house was cute but too expensive. Finally, they stopped at the eleventh house of the day in Farrell Township and both Sam and Bubbles were impressed. It was a 4BR, 2.5 Bath brick house from the 50’s with hardwood floors in most of the living space and quite a few amenities but hasn’t been updated or had an obvious flip done to it. Sam hated how every flipper seemed to get their entire color palette from E.L. James: everything was 50 Shades of Grey. It was rough and dated, but had a good structure. They spent much longer there than the other houses, talking about how the backyard was fenced in on one side, had hedges on the other, and a line of trees at the back for extra privacy. It was weird how at this house the talk was more of “our house” instead of “his house” but for some reason it felt good. As they walked around the basement, they discovered that the two living areas down there were basically soundproofed. At some point one was used as a workshop and getaway for the father of the house while the other was a nice rumpus room for kids to play in. Sam and Bubbles both had the same thought. The rumpus room would make an excellent little theater to watch and enjoy Club videos. That also meant that he could keep the rest of the house “normal-looking” in case anyone came over that didn’t have rape as one of their favorite hobbies.
They took another quick look around the house before leaving, but by the time Sam arrived at the next house Bubbles was already looking up hospitals in the area and commute times to Collegetown. Sam was mostly quiet on the drive, which meant he was deep in thought. By the time they arrived at the next house a few minutes away in a new plan, they both thought the same thing. “Why are we still looking?” They flew through the last house before returning to brick house for one more look. Sam called up the listing realtor to gauge how motivated they were to sell and how flexible they were on price. The house was listed at $285k but so far no takers in the last month because it was on the “wrong side” of the school district line in the area. This didn’t matter to Sam since he didn’t have kids nor ever planned on having them. A little back and forth and he told the listing agent he was making a contingent cash offer for $270k pending sewer cam and inspection. The realtor said they’d ask their client as soon as they could. Meanwhile, Sam called his inspector and his plumber to make sure they could take a look at the house tomorrow while Bubbles took measurements of the rooms, doors, and windows. It took about 20 minutes for the realtor to call back. The owners countered with $275k and that Sam covered the closing costs. Sam replied with “Who do I make the check out to?” That’s his way of saying yes.
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The next week was a whirlwind. Most house purchases take a month to two to close because of mortgages and the new homeowners having to hunt down an inspector and plumber. Sam was a professional in the business and this wasn’t his first rodeo. He’s bought and sold well over a hundred properties in his life, so he has the process down to a T. He knows that a cash sale can go very fast in comparison. This one took 8 days. He made an offer Thursday night, accepted right after, had an inspector and plumber at the house the next day, and by the next Friday, he signed his name on the deed to his new house. Bubbles was there to cheer him along.
If buying a house wasn’t crazy enough, he was still meeting Tracy. They hooked up for a couple more dates where Sam fucked her, Lexi babysat her kids, and Tracy bitched about several things that stressed her out, including her sister Naomi. The sex was okay, but was nothing compared to his times in the Club or with Bubbles. He thought for a moment about offering Tracy up, but he shook that off. It wasn’t that Tracy was ugly or too fat. On the contrary, she was good looking for her late 40’s. The fact of the matter was he still liked her and didn’t want to put her through that trauma.
Naomi on the other hand is a shit-stirring cunt that Sam had to grit his teeth when she was around. They say that beauty is skin deep but ugly goes straight to the bone. That phrase fits Naomi like a tailored cocktail dress. Naomi is a twice-divorced woman in her early 40’s whose favorite past times including going to a prosperity-gospel inspired church, gossiping with her friends, and being a judgmental bitch with no sense of the hypocrisy she exudes. Though she is very, very pretty standing at 5’5” with chestnut hair, blue eyes, pale skin, a firm booty and legs, and D-sized breasts, even that is not enough to keep any man around for a long time. Her and Tracy both grew up in a very conservative house going to church several times a week. Though Tracy only gives lip service to it anymore, Naomi is a true believer. Unfortunately, that means not in believing or sharing the actual teachings of Jesus from the Bible, but instead displaying the worst characteristics of Neo-conservatism where racism, bigotry, and cheating on taxes has overtaken acceptance, charity, and being a good person. She is staunchly against gays and gay marriage, even though she herself is twice divorced. She married both of her husbands after finding out that she was pregnant, and both of them left her within three years when she strayed from her vows. She’s pro-life and has gone as far as protesting outside of Planned Parenthood, but when a broken condom from a one-night stand led to a pregnancy scare, she gladly took a healthy dose of the morning after pill. She deadnamed two old classmates at her last high school reunion and barely held her contempt when Lexi introduced her current boyfriend Kenyon, a black kid who is by all means a better person than most of the trash Naomi's dated over the years. She spreads rumors about the unwed mothers coming to church looking for help when the only reason they had the babies in the first place was the pressure Naomi and her church friends put on them to keep the babies. For Naomi, working two jobs is a noble struggle to make ends meet. For her co-workers at Applebee’s working two or three jobs, they’re lazy shits who refuse to improve their lot in life. It’s okay for Naomi to accept child support from her ex-husband’s and use it for personal items like a day at the spa or for workout gear, but another woman doing the same is a greedy whore. A woman should keep her legs closed out of wedlock, but it’s okay for Naomi to “make love” from time to time.
Sam ran into Naomi after the second of these dates that week. She was still dressed in her all-black server uniform pants and button-up black shirt and non-slip shoes. Lexi drove her to work and back that day as Naomi’s car was in the shop. Naomi was short with Sam, bitching about how she was out so late because of having to drop off the kids and how Lexi was only getting paid $60 for the night. Sam didn’t say anything, knowing that he paid her more than double that but it was likely Naomi asked for at least half of it. He changed the subject, asking how things were going, about church, if she was working out or doing any hobbies. Naomi didn’t say much but confirmed that she works Thursday, Friday, and Saturday serving dinner rush and goes to spin class Monday and Wednesday after her office job. Sam tried to make small talk about the spin class, asking about location and times, acting like he was interested in joining. Naomi didn’t want Sam to intrude on her classes. She always got the feeling that he wanted to fuck her and was convinced that he was flirting with her each time they talked. The last thing she wanted was to go to her spin class and worry about this fat asshole staring at her butt the whole time.
Naomi couldn’t wait to get away from Sam, being near him made her skin crawl. The only thing more frustrating than knowing that Tracy was dating this pig again was that her sister was dating someone and she was single. She’d have to have another talk with Tracy when he wasn’t around, make her see the error of her ways. There were so many nice men for her to date or marry at her church, and here she was with this…heathen.
As soon as Lexi was done talking to Tracy, Naomi damn near pushed her out the door. Later on Sam DM’ed Lexi so he could Venmo her the money he felt he owed her for babysitting. This worked out great since he now had her Venmo account, which was some techbro’s idea of combining banking and social media to scrape info on what people purchased. For a serial rapist like Sam, Venmo is a potent a source of information. He can see where she goes to party, who her friends are, how often she gets an Uber from the bar, who she dates, and other social things. Hell, depending on how often she uses it, he could even figure out when her time of the month.
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The following day, Sam and Bubbles went downtown to close on his new house. She had the day off from the hospital and he asked her to come along. She was interested in seeing the process of buying a house. The process was streamlined since there was no mortgage to finalize with it being a cash sale. He handed over a couple checks, signed a few forms, and got a set of keys. He officially owned a new house in less than a half hour.
They stopped for lunch, then made a stop at Target to get a bunch of cleaning supplies. Bubbles insisted that they do a deep clean on the entire house before settling in. Sam was about to ask why clean before moving in when he was just about to make things dirty again, but didn’t get far enough to ask before she scrubbed the fridge clean. He took this as a hint to vacuum all of the rooms with carpet, which was the family room, the basement and theater, and two of the bedrooms upstairs.
They spent the rest of the day cleaning until they were pretty much exhausted and dirty. After sharing a shower, which is a great way to break in a house, they changed into some spare clothes and hit up a drive thru for dinner before going back to his apartment to pack. She returned to her apartment to sleep for a few hours before heading to work.
Sam spent most of Saturday setting up the internet and cable at his new place between shuttle runs from his apartment and storage unit. He didn’t have much of a need for cable, but it came as part of a combo deal along with half a dozen streaming apps. He had most of the apartment emptied out by dinner and was set up enough to sleep at his new house, if he didn’t mind roughing it on an air mattress for the night.
On Sunday, Sam got some help moving the larger items from two of his friends, Joe and Steve. Joe has been his friend since college, and was the man who recommended Sam to join the Club. Steve was a fellow member and was his workout buddy and fellow rapist, as the pair had now taken part in two Club-based attacks. Joe had been laying low for the last couple weeks, following his wife finding out about his “extra-curricular activities.” Instead of leading to divorce, she somehow agreed to not only let Joe continue in the Club, but to join him as well. They were looking forward to her first mission, as soon as his balls stopped hurting from the vasectomy. Steve was taking advantage of not having his kids this weekend and used this as a good workout substitute and a chance to hang out with friends. Sam also hired two of his staff to load up a company box van. Between that and the three pickups that Sam, Joe, and Steve drove, they made short work of the storage unit.
The first people to finish up were the hired help. They were a couple of young men in their 20’s who Sam hired from his staff to make a couple hundred bucks on a Sunday morning. By the time they were done, most of Sam’s larger items were in the new house. They headed out shortly after 11AM. Joe left a little after noon, as he had to go home and get ready for a family outing at his sister-in-law’s house. That left Sam and Steve. The pair moved things around for the next couple hours until Bubbles showed up around 3PM. Bubbles had to work almost all of Saturday and well into Sunday, so she slept in until late in the afternoon. One thing that she’s learned with interning as an anesthesiologist is that surgery doesn’t end because her shift is over. She brought pizza, diet soda, and beer and ate like a pig talking about work. She spent the previous night in Harbor City General’s ER shadowing one of the experienced surgeons. She explained how HCGen, HC Women’s, and HC Children’s are part of the same medical complex, connected by a series of confusing hallways and bridges. She talked about how much she wanted to kill one of her patients, a drunk driver in his 60’s who ran a red light and t-boned a family of 5, but didn’t because she knew she’d get caught. She had to keep him under during surgery as they stabilized his broken arm and leg. She didn’t find out about the family that he hit, but knew that they were bad off when they came in.
As they sat around Sam’s dining table and had a late lunch, Steve changed the subject to something a little more lighthearted: rape. Sam brought up the difficulties he’s had with Naomi’s offer, having run into Murphy’s Law the whole time. Steve asked Sam if he’d seen the newest offer that came up over the weekend. He hadn’t. After finishing lunch, the three of them made their way to the bedroom Sam claimed as an office. It was the smallest of the four, directly next to his bedroom. It had hardwood floors and light grey walls. So far, the only furnishings in the room were his computer desk with his PC tower, his gaming chair, and a couple bookcases that he took out of storage. They don’t match the room or even each other, but since it’s just an office and he should be the only one in the room, he didn’t care about their looks. As Sam went through the process of logging on to the site, Steve knelt down next to the desk, immediately regretting that decision. Bubbles meanwhile pulled a box of books over to one of the bookcases.
“Hey, do you have any special sort for your books?” Bubbles asked.
“Not yet. I’ll get around to it one day.” Sam said.
“Mind if I put these up?” Bubbles said, grabbing the first book, a book about the Battle of Midway.
“Knock yourself out.” Sam replied.
“Does that phrase mean the same to an anesthesiologist in a room full of serial rapists?” Steve said, drawing a chuckle from Bubbles.
By the time Sam was in the Club’s website, Bubbles had put up the first box of books and was now working on the second box, which was filled with Stephen King books. Sam navigated to his open offer with Naomi and the previous messages. The three of them looked at the offer, trying to see if there were any red flags that were keeping people away. Nothing they could see. The photos were accurate and up to date, the information on her schedule was good, and the garage door access codes and house keys worked. The three of them looked at the message history and everything looked straight forward, but something seemed off to Steve.
“Hmm.”
“What hmm?” Sam asked.
Steve sat for a moment, trying to think past the pain in his back and knees. “These are all the offers and convos about Naomi?”
“Yeah.” Sam replied.
“They all started from other people.”
“Yeah.” Sam was a little unsure where he was going with this.
“So you didn’t offer her in any other trades, just put her up and waited for others to approach?” Steve asked. Sam looked at Steve in a confused look. Bubbles put a copy of ‘The Stand’ on the shelf then came over to check out the screen.
“Ohhh, that explains everything.” Bubbles said.
“Explains what?” Sam asked. Bubbles turned to Steve, and the two nodded in knowing agreement. “Explains what?” Sam asked again.
“You haven’t pitched her in a trade, you just put her up and waited for others to come to you.” Steve said.
The realization hit Sam in the face. “Wait. You’re telling me that I don’t have to sit back and wait as a first timer?”
“Yeah, you can make an offer just like normal, you just gotta wait until after yours has been accepted and done before they’ll send you the info to go get your own.” Steve said.
“Wait, you thought you had to sit back and wait for the first time? I thought you knew.” Bubbles said.
“No. I’ve sat here for almost two months waiting for someone to make an offer, and none of them have worked. God DAMMIT!” Sam was pissed, but a couple deep breaths and a hug from Bubbles calmed him down. “Thanks. So, let’s see what’s out there.”
Sam navigated to the other offers on the website. There were a half a dozen other offers on the site that he hadn’t been approached with. Most of them were pretty, but Sam felt that he would be getting short changed if he offered Naomi up for them. But then his heart skipped a beat when he saw the next to last offer.
Her name was Frankie, short for Francesca. She had long curly red hair and brown eyes. She was a short girl with a tight body where everything on her was small except her tits. Sam guessed they were at least a DD or even DDD cup. The pics on her profile were absolutely amazing. The first one was of her in a green strapless corset shirt and blue jeans. Her tits barely stayed in her top. The second pic was a pic from prom or some formal dance in a strapless blue evening gown with a slit up the left leg and her in heels. The next pic was of her in a tiny pleated gray skirt and a black tank. After that was her in the same top but a different skirt, a plaid pleated one. Final pic was Frankie in yoga pants and a pink sports bra.
“Holy shit, look at them titties.” Steve said. Sam was at a loss for words for a moment.
“Holy shit is right. If you don’t put an offer in on that little ginger slut, I’ll take her myself.” Bubbles said, massaging Sam’s shoulders. Sam checked out the info on the profile.
‘For Trade of Equal or Greater Value, Frankie. Just about to turn 19, recently graduated high school but decided to take a gap year sitting around at home being an influencer instead of going to college. Found out she’s hosting an OnlyFans, but no nudity. Looking for someone fuck some sense into this little cocktease. Connection to offering, stepdaughter. Will provide address, keys, alarm code, and schedule.’
Sam re-read the description five times before he clicked on the ‘Submit an Offer’ button. He linked Naomi’s offer from his page and submitted her in trade. As he sat there, he thought about how great those tits would feel in his hand and wondered how big those nipples were, he received a notification. It was from the person offering Frankie regarding the offer. The message was short. “She’s cute, but I don’t think she’s of equal value. If you had another in place of or in addition to her, I’d reconsider.”
Sam sat there for a moment, reading and re-reading that message. Eventually Steve and Bubbles voiced his thoughts.
“In place of or addition to?” Steve said, standing up from being on the floor for too long. Bubbles whispered something into Sam’s ear. He looked concerned.
“I don’t know. Always wanted to get a piece of her.” Sam said.
“But she knows you, which means she’d identify you.” Bubbles said, rubbing Sam’s shoulders.
“Who?” Steve asked, stretching as he came to his standing height.
“Lexi.”
“Who’s Lexi?” Steve asked.
“Naomi’s daughter. Real hottie, too.” Bubbles said, as Sam sat for a moment. He opened up a folder he had on his PC of some Naomi and Lexi pics. He previewed a few of them. Steve gave a little whistle.
“She’s cute. I’d throw her in too.”
Sam hemmed and hawed before responding. “I don’t know.”
“What, she cherry?” Steve asked.
Sam shook his head. “No, she has a boyfriend. I just… I just really wanted a shot at her. You know?”
“Yeah, but she knows you. Even if you got a shot at her, she’d probably identify you.” Steve said. “Hell, I’d like to make her scream if I didn’t know you.”
“Think I should throw her in?” Sam asked. Steve and Bubbles both nodded.
“Add her, not in place.” Steve said.
“Agreed. They’re both cute, but nowhere near as hot as Frankie. But get a mom and daughter together, that can be some hot shit right there.” Bubbles said.
“Definitely. I’d love to fuck a mom and daughter at once, make them eat each other out.” Steve said.
Bubbles moaned a little thinking about it. “God, thinking about fucking Lexi while making her eat where she came from…”
“But I wanted to fuck her while making her eat out her mom.” Sam said.
Bubbles leaned over and spoke softly into Sam’s ear. “I know. I’ll make it up to you for your birthday.” Then she kissed him on the neck.
“I’ll add her to the offer.” Sam said. Bubbles kept kissing his neck and massaging his shoulders as he replied to the message on the screen.
Sam pulled up pics of Naomi and Lexi from their most recent vacation. Naomi looked nice for a woman in her 40’s, but Lexi looked delicious in her blue wrap skirt and top. Sam downloaded that pic from their vacation, then grabbed a couple others of Lexi from his screenshots of her Instagram profile. He pulled up a selfie of her in a black tanktop, another of her in a skinny black dress showing off her ass, and one of her driving in a bikini top. Once he was satisfied, Sam attached the pics and replied to the message.
‘I’ll add the blonde to the offer as well. Her name’s Lexi, Naomi’s daughter. She’s 21, almost 22, currently lives at home though there’s only a few hours a week where they are both home. Lexi babysits my ex’s kids. I can give you their schedules as well as key copies and garage door codes, and how to avoid her Ring camera.’
Sam sent the offer reply. He didn’t have to wait long to know whether this was accepted or not.
‘HOLY SHIT, YOU’VE GOT A DEAL!’
Sam stared at the screen for a moment before accepting the deal on his end. Naomi and Lexi for Frankie. He spent the better part of the next hour giving this new friend of his all of the Starkey’s vital information and ordered copies of their keys made from the pics he took of them. Sam gave him both Naomi’s and Lexi’s schedules. He confirmed Lexi’s schedule by asking Tracy via text when she’d be able to get a babysitter for another date. He gathered the info and pointed out the best times of the week where both women would be home, both alone and together. Once he sent everything he could digitally, all that was left was picking up the physical copy of their house key from a specific hardware store and sending everything to his new friend’s P.O. Box.
Steve excused himself from Sam’s new house when he got the sense that Bubbles wanted to jump Sam’s bones, and this wasn’t a party he was invited to tonight. After some well wishes, Steve headed home while Bubbles pulled down Sam’s pants and went to town sucking his dick, all the while listening to Sam tell her what he wanted to see happen to Naomi and Lexi.
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Sam picked up the key copy and sent it in the mail early Monday morning. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for it to get to its destination. He knew that with both of their schedules, the best time to party was Wednesday afternoon. Naomi still made Lexi go to church Wednesday evening and that they’d both be home after 4 until they left for church shortly before 6. After that, neither of them would be home at the same time until next Monday or until late at night, and that’s dependent on the little party girl staying home and not going to her boyfriend’s or whatnot.
Bubbles came over Monday and Tuesday after her shifts at the hospital to help Sam get settled in his new house. She picked out some curtains for all of the rooms and they hooked up the home theater in the room in the basement area that Sam assumed used to be an office or workshop of some kind. They installed a 75” TV on the wall with surround sound speakers and hooked it up to his PC, which he brought down from his office. He moved a leather futon down there while waiting for a good set of home theater chairs to get delivered.
Sam decided to take Tracy and her kids out for dinner on Wednesday. On the surface, he did this so that he could say that he was trying to spend more time with her kids. In reality, he needed an alibi just in case things went down that night. What better alibi than a single mother, her kids, and a restaurant full of people?
During dinner, Sam realized a few things. First, he doesn’t like these kids that much. He realized that he never really liked them and put up with them because he thought he was in love with Tracy. He never wanted kids, but thought he could grow into the role of stepdad for her. But he just doesn’t want to do it anymore. At least when the kids were with their dad, he got a break from the madness, but that’s only every other weekend and a week every other month. The National Guard was more of a commitment than what her ex put in raising his kids. Second, he figured out that he no longer loves Tracy. Try as he might, he just doesn’t have any more feelings for her, aside from not wishing her harm. She’s a good lay, but even that is only in comparison to no sex, and that has been one thing that Sam has not been lacking recently. He makes more than her by quite a lot, so it’s not money. Her cooking is passable at best and her allergies mean that he can’t have anything with citrus, nuts, or fruits in his food. Tracy talked about how she wanted another kid, and she was not thrilled about finding out about his vasectomy. He brought up adoption once, but that was more to shut her up. He could tell she was heartbroken at not having any more kids, and he really doesn’t want to have one with her. He looked across the table at the three of them enjoying dinner, having fun, and realized that if he didn’t let her go soon, this was his life for the next 40 years. He would die of old age eating shitty food in a shitty restaurant surrounded by people he barely tolerated. He would stand up from this table and be 90 if he led Tracy on any more. And that doesn’t include her family. Marrying Tracy means that he’d have to put up with Naomi, too. The only thing he wanted to put into that bitch was a stiff cock in her ass. Finally, he discovered something he wasn’t expecting to find at this shitty restaurant.
He was falling for Bubbles. Hard.
Sam thought about how much time he’d spent with her in the past month or so, how much he looked forward to her calls and texts, how she’s bent over backwards to help him with everything, how she can be sweet and calm one moment but down right psychopathic, and how her craziness was perfect for him. He missed the way she smiled at him when they were away, how she always had a joke ready and laughed at his jokes, no matter how bad they were. He loved how they explored new things and shared so many hobbies. He pictured Bubbles in the booth with him, and his heart skipped a beat. He imagined going out to dinner with her, but it wouldn’t be a chore. And the sex… HOLY SHIT! He’s never been vocal during sex, but getting a blowjob while telling her all the nasty fantasies he’s had about Naomi and Lexi was so damned erotic he wore himself out fucking her after. And that was just one example. He realized in that moment, eating a cheeseburger with a fried egg on it, that he was falling in love with Bubbles.
He sat here with Tracy, only with her because he needed to get Naomi and Lexi’s schedules, and was using her as an alibi. As much as he hated to think it, he hoped that his new friend from the Club was over at their house right now, raping the shit out of those women. If he was, then Sam wouldn’t have to keep up this charade of being interested in Tracy anymore. He could break up with her cleanly, leave her to find someone better for her. Hell, even if things didn’t work out with Bubbles, at least he’d give it a go. He’d rather shoot his shot with Bubbles than spend the rest of his life with Tracy.
As he sat there, his phone buzzed. It was Bubbles. She asked him how things were going on his date. Sam excused himself to take a call, then stepped outside and called her. They talked for a couple minutes, and she asked him if it’d be okay if she picked up some cooking items for his place. As much as Sam liked food, he wasn’t a great cook and barely had enough pots and pans to make spaghetti or a burger. Bubbles said she was over doing some decorating and wanted to cook something, but saw the piss poor shape of Sam’s kitchen and wanted to hit up the Asian Market before they closed. He didn’t even bat an eye at the request. The only thing he asked for was to try some of what she was making when he got home. Sam panicked after realizing he ended the call with “I miss you.” Bubbles busted his balls a little bit. “Aww, you miss your girlfriend while on a date with your ex. Aww, so cute. I miss you, too.” He hung up and went back inside and rejoined Tracy and the kids.
They finished dinner and went back to their place. He tried to leave shortly after Tracy started a movie for the kids. She wanted to continue but he made up an excuse about how late it was getting and how he had work early in the morning. After a quick kiss turned into a small makeout session where Sam thought about that sexy Korean girl standing in his kitchen, wearing just a wife beater tank and gym shorts, Tracy took the lead and they went up to her room. A few minutes later and they were fucking on her bed while he imagined that Tracy was Bubbles. After that, he cleaned up and made his way home.
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Kim Park, aka Bubbles, was a complicated woman who always seemed to defy standards. From the surface, she was the daughter of Korean immigrants, an Army brat, and a chronic overachiever. But beneath the surface, she was much more than that. Labels and names never seemed to fit Bubbles.
Kim is the youngest of three children, the only one of her generation born in the United States. Her older brothers were born in Seoul on an American Army base. Her father was an officer in the 579th Signal Company, a First Lieutenant when he met his future wife and Kim’s mom. Her mom is fully Korean while her dad is a mix. His mother was Korean but his father was Japanese and Chinese, a product of the Rape of Nanking. His family escaped to the United States after Mao’s rise to power. Over the years, he grew up and joined the Army, where he was an MP near Incheon when he met his future wife. They moved to the states, had a family, and his middle son went to college on an ROTC scholarship. The cycle continued, he met a beautiful Korean girl and the rest was history.
Names were difficult for Bubbles growing up. Her Korean name is Kim Park Soon-Hee. But growing up in the 90’s and 00’s she faced a lot of racism and fetishism from gaijin, and since Kim is a very common American girl’s name, she shortened her name to Kim Park for all intents and purposes. She picked up a few nicknames over the years, but one that seemed to stick the most was her gamer tag from Club Penguin, BU88IEZ. Of course, someone mispronounced it during a game and said that it looked like Bubbles, which led to some taunting about getting blown away. She kept the name as her online personality.
Gaming was her refuge from school. She was the youngest daughter of Asian immigrants with college degrees, which meant that her future was laid out for her as soon as that pregnancy test came back positive. She would go to school, get good grades, become a doctor, marry another doctor, eventually retire, and serve as her parent’s caretakers and retirement income. Any activity that was meant to help her get into medical school was taken. Her brothers each joined the Army on ROTC scholarships while she was forbidden from doing so. Instead, she racked up hundreds of thousands of dollars in student loans to pay for college.
While her parents did not react well at first to Kim coming out as bisexual and later as a lesbian, they soon began to accept this decision, especially while she was in school. As her oldest brother Bong once said “if she’s eating clam she’s not sucking dick, and no chick ever got knocked up from eating clam.” Both her brothers Bong and Dae came around to defend her coming out. She let her parents acclimate to her new sexualities, but also realized that she would never be happy living in the same time zone as them. After graduating college at Stanford, she moved to Harbor City for medical school, then to Humdinger for a few semesters before coming back to Harbor City a year prior.
One thing that she always kept to herself was how she joined the most exclusive Club in Chester County. Being a petite Asian woman that’s barely five feet tall, she’s always desired a sense of control. When she was younger, she had no control in her life, and the step that pushed her over the edge was when Dae’s best friend raped her one night after a party, then kept coming around for the next few months. The experience traumatized her in several ways, but one was how it left her chasing that feeling of control and animalistic desire. At first she was putting herself into dangerous positions and being promiscuous, but eventually started preying on women herself. One night back when she worked as a waitress at a bar in Collegetown, she had a long, complicated, and awkward talk with Colin. He was one of her bartenders she worked with. They both had their eye on a girl and Bubbles caught Colin spiking this girl’s drink. She took him back and told him that if he’s doing that to her customers, she wants in. This took him aback, but he didn’t have much of a choice. That night she helped Colin rape a cute little thing named Taya and a couple days later he told her about the Club and that she was vetted to join. She offered up her former FWB Lily and a week later she recorded a petite little thing named Ali, her first attack for the Club. From that moment on, she was hooked.
Bubbles arrived at Sam’s house after working a long shift at the hospital. She was off for about 30 hours, and only went to her apartment to water her plants and grab her overnight bag. As much as she liked it, she felt lonely in her studio apartment. She could be lonely anywhere, so she might as well be lonely at Sam’s place.
After a quick drive across town, she arrived at his new house and let herself in. She spent some time cleaning, putting things away, and organizing his kitchen. As she put away the handful of pots and pans he has, she saw how much of a bachelor Sam really was. He had one large pot for noodles, one small saucepan, a griddle for burgers, and one frying pan. Those were all of his pots and pans. No backups, no wok, no crockpot, no steamer or anything else. It looked like Sam bought the cheapest set Target had and barely used them.
Bubbles looked at his kitchen and knew what she had to do. She would make sure he didn’t starve or get diabetes from eating takeout all the time.
She texted Sam, and was surprised he called her back so fast. They talked for a moment as she told him of her plan to make some of her food, and he was excited to try. She was caught off-guard when he said he missed her unprompted, and played it off with a joke. In reality, she felt the same way about him and was glad that he took this step first. It’s been a while since she felt this way about anyone, especially a man. She can be her real self with him. Her real, fucked up, perverted self.
After a quick trip to the Oriental Market, she was back at Sam’s house with some groceries and a few more items to use his kitchen the way it was meant to be. Well, maybe not how the white people who built this house back in the 40’s thought with Korean meals, but the kitchen was being used to cook a meal. One of Bubbles’s hobbies was cooking. It was like chemistry, but could be delicious when done right. Also, cooking was one of the few ‘girly’ things her mom encouraged. Her mom taught her a ton about Korean cuisine, her great-granny passed a thing or two on about Chinese cooking, and thankfully YouTube filled in the gaps of what she missed from her small Japanese heritage. She made some mandu and bibimbap over the next couple hours. The mandu, Korean dumplings filled with pork, were ready to fry up after she froze about 6 dozen of them. She had finished up the bibibmap sides and was about to grill up the sliced steak when Sam walked in.
Sam couldn’t believe his nose when he walked into his house. It smelled so…delicious. All of the flavors and aromas in the air damn near carried him to the kitchen like a Looney Tunes cartoon where he saw Bubbles cooking. The thought of taking a shower took a backseat to hugging and kissing her.
“Well, someone’s happy.” Bubbles said.
“What is this? It smells great.” Sam said, pointing at the food.
“That is called mandu, dumplings. I used my grandma’s recipe and made them with pork belly. The rest is bibibmap. Think a poke bowl, but better.”
“Better? How?”
“Because I made it.” Bubbles smiled. “Now, go wash up, then tell me what happened.”
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There’s an old saying that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. By the time he finished his meal, he went from ‘I think I like her a lot’ to ‘I love this woman and don’t want to lose her and I need to find out what her ring size is.’ The dumplings were absolutely amazing, and the bibibmap blew his mind with the simple complexity and combination of flavors. Rice, carrots, zucchini, spinach, peppers, grilled and marinated steak, and the whole thing covered with a sunny side up egg. The combination of flavors, aromas, textures, and colors melted his brain.
The pair talked about Sam’s date with Tracy over their very late dinner. He answered what he had to, but was just looking forward to ending the whole thing with his ex. He mentioned a little about what went through his head sitting there with her and her kids at the restaurant. He knew that his life with her would be boring, miserable, and just a slow march to the grave. Bubbles asked why he thought so, and Sam laid it all on the table every reason he doesn’t like Tracy or her kids. He said he realized that his life going forward would be spent going to the same generic restaurants eating the same shitty food dealing with her shitty kids. Then, they’d go home, have generic sex, and the most relaxing part of his day would be the commute to work. Sam said she was a lousy cook, and with her allergies she wouldn’t cook him anything with fruits or nuts. She dumped him several months earlier when she found his porn stash, but a few months of being single and having her kids around all the time made her less picky. Her ex is, well, not here and he really doesn’t care at this point. She was about as exciting as watching paint dry, and her idea of a good night was watching some stupid reality TV show like the Real Housewives of Folsom Prison, or Survivor: Mall of America. At this point, he’s just waiting to hear back about Naomi’s attack so he can stop talking to Tracy. He’s already figured out that he’ll dump her a few days after he sees the video of Naomi getting fucked like a whore and will go low contact until that happens. He hopes that this happens before he has to take her out again.
Sam looked at his phone, seeing that it was almost midnight and they were still eating dinner. He didn’t want the night to end, but also knew that if he didn’t say something, Bubbles might not stay over. He was trying to figure out a way to ask her to stay when she noticed that ‘trying-to-ask-something-but-not-come-off-as-weird’ face.
“You look like you want to say something.” Bubbles said.
Sam thought for a moment, then decided that the direct option was the best option. “Did you want to stay here tonight? I mean, it’s getting late and it’s been a long day, but I don’t want to make you drive all the way back-“
Bubbles stopped Sam’s rambling and answered his question with a kiss.
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Bubbles slept in as Sam woke up and went to his home office and worked. She didn’t have to be at the hospital until 3PM and after a 20 hour shift would be done until Monday morning. Sam had some coffee waiting for her when she came out of the bathroom. They talked for a bit before they went downstairs for his lunch and her breakfast. As they ate and talked, Bubbles’s phone rang. It was her mother. Bubbles answered it, and in the next 30 minutes of being screamed at in Korean, she spoke for maybe 3 minutes, and most of that was apologizing for one thing after another. When she finally got off the phone, Bubbles looked stressed. Sam slid his chair over and gave her a hug.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. She’s just…so…ARRGH!” She broke down and cried as Sam held her. “It’s always ‘Soon-hee no good, Soon-hee disappoint me, Soon-hee bad daughter, Soon-hee make sad, Soon-hee make father sad, Soon-hee waste so much.’ I’m so sick of it. I’ve come so far, done so much to make her happy, but it’s never enough. I’m a fucking doctor, but it’s still not good enough for her. Nothing I do is ever good enough for her!” Sam held her for several minutes as she let out everything she was feeling. Once she stopped crying, they talked for a while, going over her upbringing and history, how she always had to have good grades, how she had to play several instruments she hated, how she was raped by her brother’s friend, how she joined the Club, and so much more. They talked for so long she was almost late leaving for work. As she was leaving, Sam asked two questions. If she wanted to sort-of move in and what is Soon-hee? She said she’d like that and would make sure she brought some stuff with her.
“What’s Soon-hee?” Sam asked. Bubbles paused for a moment. “She kept saying that on the call, never heard that before. Is that some insult or something?”
“Sort of. It’s my name.” Bubbles’s shoulders drooped as she said that. “My full name is Kim Park Soon-Hee, but since my family’s Korean, the family name comes first. Kim is my mother’s last name, Park my father’s last name. They kept both for us when they got married. Mother messed up the school application when she enrolled me in school, and since Kim is a girl’s name, no one bothered to correct her. She refused to correct it. I just went with it because she beat it into me that adults were always right, so when they kept screwing up my name, I just accepted it. Dad hated it because Soon-Hee was his grandma’s name and I wasn’t respecting it. So I got beat for that, too. The only people that call me Soon-Hee at this point are blood relatives.”
“What do you want to be called?” Sam asked. She thought for a moment before responding.
“In public, Kim. But when we’re alone or in safe company, call me Bubbles.”
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Thursday night and Friday morning were relatively calm for Sam. He decided to get as much of his work done Thursday night while Bubbles was at work. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible once she was was done with work. They texted a couple times throughout her shift. The original plan was she would stop by her apartment after work, grab a couple things, head over, sleep for a few hours, then get ready for a night on the town.
That was the original plan. That changed early Friday morning when Sam received a message.
“CONGRATULATIONS, YOUR AMAZZON PACKAGE HAS ARRIVED!”
He didn’t know who the sender was, didn’t have any packages incoming to him, and Amazon was misspelled. He looked at it a couple times before he realized that this wasn’t from the Messages app on his phone but the encrypted WhatsApp messenger used for Club business. Sam was at the office when the message came in, so he couldn’t dive too deep into what it meant. After messaging his buddy Steve, he found out that this was a message from the Club’s server that he was tagged in a video that was just uploaded. Since he wasn’t in anything recently, that could only mean one thing.
Naomi’s video was waiting for him to watch.
Sam spent the rest of the morning counting down the seconds until he could leave. Sure, he was the boss, but he was also scheduled for a meeting at 11AM that he couldn’t skip. He thought about dialing in from the road, but that wouldn’t work, either. The next few hours dragged on, and he barely paid attention to what happened in the meeting. As the meeting wrapped up, he made his way home, to find Bubbles in bed. He climbed in with her, and sent a text to her phone ‘Wake me when you get up, got something I want to show you
’. After a couple hours, they were up and ready to have some fun. They ordered takeout from a local Chinese place and had a glass of wine before heading down to the theater room. Sam was dressed in a pair of gym shorts and an old t-shirt while Bubbles had her black hair pulled back in a pony tail and wore a grey Nike sports bra and running shorts. Once inside the theater room, Sam logged in from his PC to the Club’s website and opened the message he had from his new friend.
‘Had the time of our lives last night. Your present is on the way. Enjoy this.’ Sam clicked on the attachment and it opened two videos, FunTime1 and FunTime2. Sam clicked on the first video, made sure the door was locked, and sat next to Bubbles on the leather futon couch as the first video came to life on the television.
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The video started with a fat man in a red Comcast polo shirt and khakis wearing a ski mask attaching the camera to a spot high up on the wall. Once it stopped moving, the fat man climbed down and admired his handiwork. Across the room was a skinnier man, dressed the same way, as cable repairmen.
“You ready?” The fat one said. His voice had bass and years to it.
“Yeah, everything’s ready to go.” The skinny one said. He was definitely younger. As they stood next to each other, it was obvious they were both about the same height, around 5’9”. Aside from how fat the older one was, the two had a lot of similarities. They each removed their Comcast shirts, revealing black t’s underneath. As the men stepped to the side, the camera view showed that they were in a woman’s bedroom with a 4-post king-sized bed taking up most of the space. The white walls had a lot of Hobby Lobby shit on them, like multiple crosses and some “Live, Laugh, Love” signs. There were two sets of blackout curtains over the windows. The camera faced the bed, and two doorframes were visible in the corner of the screen. One led to the attached bathroom, the other to the hallway.
The video cut ahead about 45 minutes, according to the alarm clock on the nightstand. The two men were hidden out of sight from the bedroom door. The skinny one stood behind the door with something in his hand while the fat man was hidden in the bathroom doorway. They waited for what felt like an eternity but was only 90 seconds.
Naomi walked into frame. She was dressed in workout gear of a peach tank over a brown sports bra, brown yoga pants and socks. Her long, straight chestnut hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had her AirPods in, obviously listening to some 90’s pop. She didn’t notice the man behind the door. The music blocked out the sounds of the man coming behind her, and she didn’t react to him until she felt a sharp, shooting pain course through her body before she fell to the floor. She crumpled to the ground, none of her muscles responding to commands. Naomi let out a pained scream as she hit the ground, her back in pain.
“Well, looks like Mommy’s home.” The fat one said as he stepped out of the bathroom. The skinny one knelt on Naomi’s back and yanked her head back by her ponytail. She opened her mouth instinctively to scream, but something was shoved in it, a metal ring propping her mouth open. She screamed but couldn’t form words as a piece of fabric was shoved in her mouth and it was taped into place with black tape. She tried to move her arms, but they wouldn’t respond to commands. Naomi screamed as the fat man grabbed her right wrist, then the left one, pulled her arms up and then handcuffed them. She tried to pull away, but all that got her was a slap upside the head.
The skinny one stood up, pulling Naomi up to her knees by her hair. She yelped as he yanked a couple times to drag her over to the bed. When she didn’t move fast enough, the skinny man zapped something in front of her face. It was his stun baton.
“You gonna be good, or you gonna be a daft cunt? You be quiet, do what yer told, no one gets hurt. If not, you get that.” The fat man said, laying on a thicker fake British accent, almost Cockney. He pointed at the baton to end the sentence. The skinny one zapped it again. “Hurts like a bitch, don’t it? Well, if ya scream, he’ll give ya something to scream about. Now, you just sit here, be friendly with my buddy here, and stay quiet.” The fat man walked out of the room, holding what looked like a yellow gun. A taser.
Naomi sat on the floor, looking around as the time passed. The skinny man let go of her hair after a minute, but kept his hand on the stun baton. Naomi saw what time it was, 4:15. Lexi would be home soon. She saw her phone and watch on her nightstand and knew it was her only chance to warn her daughter. She made a move to lunge for her phone, but was stopped by another sharp pain to her back. Naomi crumpled to the floor.
“You stupid fucking bitch! You think I didn’t see that coming?” The skinny man yelled, slapping her across the back of the head. He zapped her again, making her curl into the fetal position. He moved her phone and watch into the bathroom as Naomi cried on the floor. He then stepped over her and grabbed a chain dog leash wrapped around one of the bed posts. After a quick light kick to the back, she rolled enough to let him grab her handcuffs. He snapped the clip onto Naomi’s cuffs, then yanked on the chain until she inched closer to him. The skinny man grabbed her again by her hair and pulled her face up to his. “Just for that, I’m gonna fuck your ass dry.” The skinny man said in a Midwestern accent before he slapped her upside the head, above the hairline.
The video continued on for a few minutes where the main action on screen was the skinny man pulling Naomi onto his lap so he could play with her tits. After a couple minutes of playing with her melons over her clothes, he pulled out a knife to cut off her tank, then her sports bra. As he squeezed her tits, a whistle came from the living room. The skinny man put the knife to Naomi’s throat.
“Try anything and both you bitches die. Got it?” She nodded through the tears. He wrapped the chain around her neck for good measure.
Nothing happened on screen for a minute. There was muffled sound off camera, followed by the voice of a young woman.
“Mom, I got Wendy’s for dinner.” A moment later, a pained scream echoed through the house, followed by some moaning. The moaning became mumbled after a moment. A couple lower pitched noises approached. The fat man dragged Lexi behind him by her cuffed hands.
“Look who’s home?” The fat man said, leaving Lexi face down on the floor. She moaned in pain as the fat man wrapped another dog chain around Naomi’s bed post by the head of her bed. As Lexi cried, the fat man clipped the chain to her handcuffs, then knelt on her back to pull the two prongs of the taser out of her back. Lexi’s right forearm tattoo quoting ‘This Too Shall Pass’ was finally legible on the screen. “Yeah, that’s gonna sting.” He grabbed her by her blonde hair, pulling her to her knees, followed by a slap to the top of the head. Lexi cried from the pain as she was further pulled up to her feet. This gave the man a chance to insert a ring gag into her mouth. Then he pushed her onto the bed. She landed on her back, and this was the first good look at that blonde piece of ass.
Lexi’s curly blonde hair came down to her shoulders. Her blue eyes were filled with tears and fear. She wore a peach spaghetti strap tank with the bra straps visible underneath up top and a pair of blue jean shorts that did an amazing job of showing off her ass. Her sandals were lost somewhere in the hallway.
The fat man took a moment to appreciate the cute blonde on the bed before climbing off and retrieving something from his bag. After a better look, it was a pair of long fabric scissors. Naomi screamed into her gag first since she had a better angle to see what he was doing. Lexi did the same when she saw what he had in his hands.
“Oi, you betta stay still, don’t wanna cut ya.” The fat man climbed onto the bed and sat on Lexi’s legs, trapping them. He reached up with his left hand, grabbing her peach tank and pulled on it. The straps snapped off, and he went to work cutting the rest of the shirt off. In three cuts, the peach tank was gone, leaving her in a pink/peach bra. He then cut through her jean shorts, going up the right leg then the left. Naomi stopped caring about the skinny man mauling her tits as she watched the fat man cut Lexi’s clothes off. With the jeans gone, she was left wearing only a pair of pink and peach bikini-cut panties that matched the bra. “Getting to my favorite part.” With three quick snips, the bra was cut to pieces, and two more on the panties did the same. He peeled back the gusset to reveal a neatly trimmed pussy with just a small landing strip of blonde hair. “Oi, that looks good ‘nough to eat.” The fat man said as he changed positions, sliding down her legs. Lexi tried to kick at him but her body was rocked by a large electric shock. “Oi, try that again, and I’ll zap yer puss, got it?” Lexi cried as the fat man pushed her legs open and started licking her twat.
On the corner of the bed, the skinny man kept playing with Naomi’s tits as his partner had his fun with Lexi. Naomi still had the chain around her neck, which forced her to hold her cuffed hands up in the air. This let the skinny man molest her tits with abandon. As the fat man was eating out Lexi, Naomi felt the hands leave her tits and move to her yoga pants. The skinny man tugged and pulled at the shorts until they ripped a little. Once he had an opening, he tore the crotch open then tried the same with her panties. When that didn’t work, he used his knife to cut them open, exposing a full brown bush.
“We’re gonna have a lot of fun together. Ain’t that right mommy?” The skinny man said as he pushed his finger into Naomi’s puss, eliciting a yelp from her. He went on to fingerbang Naomi while the fat man finished eating Lexi out and slipped off his pants. A moment later the fat man, wearing only a black t-shirt, climbed up from between Lexi’s legs and up her body, stopping at her tits to suck and bite on her nipples.
After what felt like an eternity to Lexi, the fat man stopped abusing her small tits and finished his climb up her body. She turned her head away but he grabbed her by the hair and yanked, forcing her to see his ski-mask covered face. “Look at me while I’m fookin’ ya, cunt.” He held her head tightly in place as he lined his cock up with her pussy and pushed his way in. Lexi cried and squealed some more as he entered her, messing up her makeup even more. “Yeah, like that ya little whore.” The fat man started pumping in and out of Lexi, picking up the pace as he went. He wasn’t going to last long at the rate he was going.
“Like what you see? Bet you love watching your girl get fucked? Was that a yes? I knew you were a horny little slut when I saw that sweet ass of yours. You love it, don’t you? Love watching your daughter get fucked like the whore she is on your bed? Yeah, you can’t wait till it’s your turn, show your little whore how much of a cum dumpster mommy truly is? Hell, you want to see him blow his load in her, knock the little fuck tart up? You want the same, don’t you? You want you and Lexi walking around knocked up at the same time after a good fucking. Give your next kid and grandkid someone to play with. You love watching her get fucked, don’t ya?” The skinny man kept talking to Naomi as she kept crying while he fingered her. He mauled her tits with one hand and fingered her with the other as they watched his partner pick up the pace of fucking Lexi.
“Oh fuck oh fuuck!” The fat man bellowed as he came inside of Lexi, milking his cock for every spurt he had. He shuddered, collapsing on top of Lexi. The only sounds in the bedroom for a moment were his heavy breathing and Lexi’s crying. As the fat man pulled himself out of and off of Lexi, the skinny man wasted little time with Naomi. He pushed her onto the bed, nearly choking her in the process. He unwound the chain from around her neck only after he had her on her back, still wearing the torn yoga pants and panties. He took off his pants but left his shirt on and with his ski mask were the only clothes he had left on. He mounted Naomi and pushed his dick inside her, fucking her and tearing at her remaining clothes as he went. He fucked her hard and wild while he ripped off the last of her yoga pants. Soon, both mom and daughter were naked as jay birds on the bed.
The fat man got out of bed and handed the skinny man a stun baton. He then went to the bathroom for a piss, followed by a trip down to the kitchen to grab the Wendy’s that Lexi brought home. He ate a spicy chicken sandwich while the skinny guy fucked Naomi.
“You want me to cum in your puss or your ass? Puss or ass? If you don’t tell me, I’ll choose for you. What was that, have nothing to say? Okay, puss it is then.” The skinny man teased Naomi, knowing she couldn’t talk with the gag in her mouth. After a few more thrusts, his body stiffened as he came inside Naomi’s twat.
The two men took a break for a few minutes and ate the dinner Lexi brought home. After the skinny man drank Naomi’s frosty, they talked in hushed tones about the next part of the plan. When they broke their huddle, they moved Naomi to lay directly next to Lexi, but laying on her stomach. Then the skinny man grabbed Naomi by the hair and pulled her closer to his mouth. “I told you what was gonna happen. Now it’s time, bitch. That ass is mine.” In a quick move, he was on the bed and mounting Naomi from behind as she struggled underneath him as he tried to line his dick up with her asshole. Try as she might, she couldn’t fight off the inevitable and soon he forced himself into her ass, an inch at a time. Naomi howled at the pain and intrusion, and Lexi looked on in horror at the pain her mom went through. She didn’t have long to wait to find out what was in store for her as the fat man approached with a bottle of KY and smeared it on and into her asscrack. He pushed her legs far back, her ankles up by her head as the fat man smeared more of the lube on her backside. A minute later she felt immense pressure as the fat man pushed into her bowels, raping her ass. The two men fucked the ladies’s posteriors in tandem for several minutes before the skinny man pulled out and busted a nut on Naomi’s back. The fat man followed a few minutes later when he pulled out and shot his load in Lexi’s face.
After the two men cleaned themselves up, they both needed a rest, so decided it was time to watch a little show. They removed the gags from the women and after several threats to their lives and reputations, as well as a couple well-placed stun baton shots, they forced the women to make out. This then led into a 69 with Lexi on top. The skinny man grabbed a camera and recorded the whole thing, tears and all. He made sure to get great footage of Lexi’s tongue on Naomi’s clit and vice versa.
Watching the mom and daughter dyke out got the men in the mood again, and this time they switched things up, with the skinny man fucking Lexi and the fat man going for Naomi. After about fifteen minutes, they made sure that Lexi was nice and chained up as they both fucked Naomi, the fat one taking her ass while the skinny man fucked her twat. Ten minutes later, they switched over to Lexi and both fucked her at the same time. They wrapped it up by moving the girls together and giving them matching facials.
The skinny man took them to the bathroom one at a time while the fat man gave each of them some pills and a glass of water and forced them to take them. He threatened them when they asked what they were but at some point they mentioned Vallium, a sleeping pill, and Plan B. The fat man also told the women in no uncertain terms that if they even thought about going to the cops or told anyone about this, they’d release the photos and video to everyone they know, then come back and do much, much worse before killing them and Naomi’s son. The men waited for the pills to kick in before leaving, but decided on one more go around with them and then staged them for some sexy photos before cleaning everything up and leaving.
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It was close to 3:30AM when the video finally ended, and Bubbles and Sam were spent and sore. From the time Naomi walked onscreen, the pair couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Watching this bitch get what was coming to her was a fantasy come true for Sam, and Bubbles was more than willing to enjoy the time with him. After a night of fucking and sucking, they passed out in each other’s arms in the theater room, not getting up until after noon on Saturday.
Sam saw that Tracy tried getting a hold of him Friday night, but he left her on read. He talked to her Saturday night, and only agreed to meet her again after Bubbles told him to date her another week or two before breaking up with her to remove suspicion. He had already checked out of this relationship. He would go on to dump Tracy less than two weeks later after starting a fight about how not having enough time alone after her babysitter and niece Lexi refused to watch the kids. It turns out that for some reason, Lexi decided to move out of the house a couple months early but wouldn’t say why. As soon as he got off the phone with Tracy, he went back and watched Lexi get fucked like a whore. His only regret was that he wasn’t the one to fuck that little twat.
But he had something else on his plate. He had a trade offer to fulfill for a sexy redhead named Frankie.
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To Be Continued...
