Chapter Two

Three Months Later

Anyone walking past the mobile front office of the Magnolia Meadows Trailer Park wouldn’t be able to ignore the lustful screams of the horny blond trailer trash performing her morning ritual inside the admin building.

Trixie Maddison had undergone a total transformation over the past few months. She was the second-in-command to her boss and Master, Hank Travis. Her number one priority was to ensure the tenants paid their rent on time, and she was great at her job.

Prior to her first meeting with Hank, Trixie was a highly successful brunette real estate agent named Victoria based in nearby Silver Springs until she received a surprise gift when her estranged aunt Tammy passed away and donated her trailer to the young, ambitious brunette.

Thanks to an unfortunate accident where Victoria had lost everything and some secret subliminal hypnotic recordings, Trixie was now a bleached blond, foul-mouthed nymphomaniac with a strong smoking addiction.

Trixie cried out in ecstasy as she bounced on her boss’ cock, staring into his tired old eyes, running her trashy manicured hands through his balding gray hairline. Her bare, fake breasts bounced high on her chest with each thrust. Trixie noticed Hank grinning at her before planting his face directly between her bountiful chest. They were both completely naked, save for the pair of leopard print high-heeled stilettos on the trashy blond’s feet, and with the office door unlocked, it was possible that anyone could walk in and catch them in the act, not that either of them would care.

Eventually, Hank groaned a low determined growl of his own and started cumming directly inside his assistant’s well-used pussy. His ejaculation promoted Trixie’s own climax, and her pleasure could be heard several trailers away. Confusingly to Trixie, she was unable to orgasm unless her boss was climaxing inside of her, which usually kept her constantly horny as the day progressed.

After Hank had finished, he pushed the tramp off of him, knocking her to the ground. The trashy blond shrugged this off as though it was a regular occurrence and proceeded to redress herself. Forbidden from wearing underwear unless they were the main component of her outfit, she slipped on a low-cut red crop top, which showed off a generous amount of her newly enhanced assets and exposed her midriff and lower back. She then slipped on a pair of modified denim dungarees, cut off into high-rising shorts, which showed off her lower ass cheeks from behind. She touched up her makeup, reapplying her bright red lipstick before lighting up an after-sex cigarette.

“The rent is due on lot 157. I need you to pay them a visit,” Hank commanded his blond assistant as he pulled up his own pair of jeans. “Make sure he pays up. I also told Brad and Brock you would be dropping by this morning to give them an update.”

Trixie bit her bright red lower lip. Brad and Brock were Hank’s new enforcers. If Trixie could not convince a tenant to pay their outstanding rent, those two dimwitted hulksters would send them a message. “Okies, Mister Hank.” The blond turned and smiled at her boss. “I’ll make sure he pays up.” She approached the unkempt trailer park owner and gave him a long kiss on the lips. Cupping his chin, she smiles at him before turning and tottering out of the office. Hank grinned as he witnessed his slutty assistant follow his commands and head out of sight.

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The confident click-clacking of Trixie’s stiletto heels reverberated around the trailer park. A few months ago, she stuttered and wobbled along the uneven ground as she tried to get used to her new favorite footwear, but now she walked along the dirt path like a woman on a mission.

The busty blond stopped outside lot 157 and noticed the bespectacled tenant peering through his trailer window. Trixie smiled at him and began heading towards his front door. Chase Dillon had only been renting for two months since a messy divorce left him with nothing. He was timid and appeared to be intimidated by confident women; which is probably how he ended up penniless in the first place, Trixie thought.

Chase opened the rackety trailer door as she approached and displayed a fake smile. He enjoyed watching the sensual blond on the lot, but he knew what she had come here for. “Chase, cutie.” She said with her sweet, sultry tone, “Mind if I come in and we have a little chat?” She asked. He nodded, moving to the side to let her in, not taking his eyes off her overfilled bust as she walked by.

Trixie looked around the tiny abode. It was one of the smaller trailers in the park, but Chase seemed to know how to make the most of the limited space. The tidiness told her he still respected himself, even if nobody else did. The blond assistant took a seat on the end of the man’s bed. “So, Chase baby, it’s rent day.” She cut right to the chase.

The skinny man gulped and adjusted his glasses. “Uhmm, yes, about that. I’m a little short right now.” His heart sank when he saw the disappointed look on the blond sluts face. “But I’ll have it next week, I promise.” He urgently tried to reassure her.

Trixie didn’t speak right away. She stood back up and approached the nervous man, enjoying how he stared at her body. “Ohh, cutie. You know the rules.” She cupped his chin gently and looked directly into his eyes, increasing the man’s nervousness. “If you can’t pay on time, you’ll lose access to my live streams.” She smiled at him, “And you know I love it when you watch me.”

Trixie pushed her tight body up against the disheveled man, leaning in close before gently nibbling his right ear. “I’m sure you got something to give little ol’ Trixie today.” She smiled, stepping back and giving him a good view of her body.

Chase anxiously rubbed the back of his neck, his brain working overtime. He barely had enough money to survive the month as it was, but Trixie’s nightly live streams were one of the few perks he looked forward to, and the thought of losing access was unbearable to the downtrodden man. The idea of disappointing the trailer park beauty tortured him inside.

“One moment,” he spoke and headed towards his kitchenette. Trixie grinned widely, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. The blond watched Chase rummage through the underside of a small silver container. Chase was clearly taking his time, as though he was quarreling about whether to hand over his limited cash.

Eventually, he resolved to pay up and handed his cash to Trixie. She smiled joyously and carefully counted the money. She wasn’t great with numbers but knew she would be punished if she made a mistake with his money. After checking the amount twice, she slipped the wad of bills between her beautiful fake breasts.

“Ohh, cutie, I knew you wouldn’t fail me.” Trixie pushed herself up against the timid man, her breasts squeezing against his chest. The blond looks him in the eyes and kisses him squarely on the lips. Trixie could feel the effect of her plush cocksucking lips pressing against his mouth as his cock began to stir in his pants. She giggled after breaking the kiss. “I like you, sweetie. I hope you win the draw at the end of the month.” She glances down at the tent in Chase’s pants and winks at him before leaving the man speechless in his trailer.

Hank had created several perks to incentivize his tenants to pay their rent on time. The residents were often on low incomes or living off government welfare, and receiving what was owed to him had always been a constant problem he couldn’t solve, until Trixie came into his life.

Since becoming Hank’s assistant, Trixie’s primary goal has been to ensure the tenants pay their rent. Two months ago, Hank instructed his assistant to perform a nightly cam show exclusively available for his tenants as long as they were up to date with their payments. Trixie wasn’t happy with the arrangement at first. Still, she wouldn’t dare disobey her demanding boss, and she had started to enjoy showing herself off every evening for her pervy clients.

The cam show initiative increased prompt payment by over 300%, but this wasn’t enough for the trailer park owner. He announced a draw at the end of each month, in which two lucky residents were randomly selected to spend the evening with the busty former estate agent, allowing her to fulfill every perverted fantasy they had. All they had to do to be included in the draw was simply pay on time.

The recent changes disgusted many young families and prompted them to move to nearby sites. Still, word quickly spread of Hank’s unique promotional incentives, and the vacated lots were quickly snapped up by single horny middle-aged men.

Despite the uptick in prompt rent payments, Hank was displeased that some still chose to mess him around. He had an alternative technique to deal with those troublesome tenants, however.

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Trixie’s next visit was the small security hut on the periphery of the site. The blond didn’t even reach the hut before the tattered wooden door opened, and a large, hulking bald man greeted her with a grin on his face. “Trixie. Always great to see you and those tits of yours over this way.” The heavy-set man said in a commanding tone.

Trixie’s bright red lips contorted into a smile, and she hugged the butch man tightly, “You always say the sweetest things, Brock.” She winked at him before stepping inside the hut. As she entered the security room, the busty assistant giggled as she witnessed the second security enforcer staring at a monitor with his calloused hand wrapped around his hard cock. He looked up and immediately slipped his member under his pants and changed the feed on the monitor. He was likely spying on Mrs Jenkins again after he installed a secret camera in her shower.

The second man stood up. “Hey Brad,” Trixie waved coyly. The large bald man gave the blond a hug and squeezed her impressive cleavage before standing next to his brother. Brock and Brad were identical twins. Most men would never be able to tell the two hefty men apart at first glance. Initially, Trixie was only able to differentiate the two by spotting the small birthmark on Brad’s cock, but after she got to know them, she realized that both men had their own unique personalities.

Both men were dim-witted and intimidating, but Brock was the self-declared leader of the pair. He thought of himself as a lady’s man and had no shortage of overconfidence. Conversely, Brad always had sex on his mind. He wasn’t much of a talker, and the few comments he made usually centered around sexual innuendos. “What brings you by, hot stuff?” Brock asked.

Trixie pulled the wad of bills she had collected earlier from her cleavage and handed it to the colossal bald man. “You don’t need to pay 157 a visit. He just paid up.” She smiled. Brock grinned confidently, peering at her impressive chest. “However, lot 20 is four days late, so you might want to ‘chat’ with him.” Brad chuckled at her comment, knowing exactly how his chats usually end.

The assistant patted Brock on the chest before stepping past him after delivering her message, but she was halted by an oversized hand on her shoulder. “Umm Trixie, I think you’re missing something.” The busty woman shuddered and turned to face the confident twin. “You haven’t given us our bonus payments this month yet.”

Trixie looked him up and down, placing a well-manicured hand on his chest. She had hoped the nimwits would have forgotten about their bonus, but that was never the case. She gently pushed him toward the nearby sofa and shoved him on the seat. Brock instinctively spread his legs, and Trixie dropped to her knees.

The blond fished out the enforcer’s hardening cock from under his pants, and her eyes widened at its girth. She had come face to face with his member so often before, but its size never ceased to amaze her. She wrapped her hand around the swelling penis and started to stroke him, looking the grinning bald man in the eyes.

Brock enjoyed her touch but had been kept waiting too long. “Enough stalling, sweet tits. Time to feel those perfect lips.” He placed a large hand on her blond-haired head and pushed her face towards his erection, forcing her to stretch her plump, enhanced red lips widely and taste his giant girth inside her mouth.

Trixie had no shortage of cocksucking practice lately, finding herself with a mouth full of cock at least once a day, but servicing Brock and his brother always made her jaw ache. Regardless of her struggle, the slutty blond bobbed her pretty head on his shaft, allowing the enforcer to guide her further down with his hand.

With her mouth full of cock, Trixie felt a pair of strong hands wrap around her waist and pick her up, placing her back on her high-heeled feet, forced to bend over with Brock’s shaft pushing down her throat. She sensed the modified pants of her dungarees being pulled to the side, exposing her pantiless ass and pussy.

Without warning, the twin brother pushed his own equally impressive cock between her pussy lips and started fucking her. Each thrust against her dripping pussy forced her mouth deeper onto Brock’s cock.

The blond felt her pleasure rise being fucked from both ends, two titanic cocks using her body as their own personal sex doll. Before long, she noticed the cock in her mouth twitch before Brock exploded inside her mouth. The tight vacuum of her impressive lips around the shaft meant she had no choice but to swallow his cum if she didn’t want to choke, willingly taking all of his seed, with his hand still ensuring her head couldn’t pull away until he had finished.

Trixie eventually felt Brock’s cock softening inside her mouth, and the bald security enforcer pulled her hair and lifted her lips away from his shaft. She looked up at him; her face was a mess with her bright red lipstick transferred onto his penis.

The blond bombshell yelped when Brad suddenly lifted the small busty woman with his fat cock still deep inside her pussy. He turned around and sat back on the sofa, impaling her on his lap. Brad’s hands grabbed Trixie’s hips and encouraged her to bounce on his member.

As Trixie bounced on the dumb hulking man’s cock, she looked around the small hut, and her eyes settled on a small TV directly ahead of her. It had been showing a replay of the latest football game, but the game was currently in a commercial break. An ad appeared that made Trixie shudder to her core. ‘Senator Jack Watson for reelection’ was the tagline, and seeing the grinning face of the US Senator for Alabama weirdly made her feel sick.

Something inside Trixie’s mind suddenly clicked, and everything felt confusing. She hated Senator Watson with a passion. He had facilitated her downfall and took everything from her. He was the reason she was trapped in this damn trailer park, forced to pay her debt to the disgusting pervert, Hank Travis.

Victoria’s eyes widened as she noticed precisely what she was doing. She screamed out, but the pleasure built throughout her body forced her to project a lustful, ecstatic cry. She stared down in horror at her huge, heavy, fake tits suddenly pouring out of her tactless top. What the hell had happened to her?

Before she was able to struggle against the strong man, he groaned a low growl and began exploding inside her spread pussy, filling her with his seed. The surge of pleasure and immediate shock of his cum inside Victoria’s pussy was all the distraction Trixie needed to wrestle back control from the former estate agent. Suddenly, Victoria’s personality was imprisoned deep inside her mind, and the slutty assistant had control once again.

Trixie cleaned herself off and reapplied her makeup. “Thanks for the bonus, doll,” Brock chuckled at the diminutive blond, watching her sort herself out like a real professional. “Come back any time if you think we deserve a little extra,” Brad chimed in with a wink.

Trixie packed away her lipgloss and took out a long cigarette, lighting it inside the hut. She gave the twins both a kiss before heading out of the makeshift building. “You know I love giving you your bonus.” She smiled. “You two better get to work. You know Hank doesn’t like it when you slack.”

Brock grunts and nods, picking up a pair of knuckledusters from a nearby table. “Don’t you worry, sweet tits. We’ll get right on it.” Trixie smiled back at the two dumb jocks and started tottering back toward the office.

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After leaving the hut, Trixie readjusted her crop top and dungarees, ensuring she looked as perfect as possible. Hank constantly drilled into how vital her appearance was. It was her most valuable asset, and she needed to look her best whenever she was in public.

She waved to Mr Monroe, who was peering through his window, as she strutted past his trailer, prompting him to close the blinds urgently. The middle-aged man had been one of the draw winners last month, and had avoided her ever since. Billy Ray had ordered Trixie to play out his fantasy and dress him as an adult baby, treating him like a naughty little boy. After he climaxed, he suddenly became embarrassed by his actions and asked her to leave, struggling to look her in the eye ever since. Trixie immensely enjoyed playing out the scene and found his embarrassment satisfying.

Trixie opened the office door and bit her plump lower lip. She watched her balding 55-year-old boss, wearing a sharp, tailored navy blue suit, standing in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. She strutted up to her Master and straightened his tie herself before patting down his suit. “Someone is dressed to impress.” She says teasingly, running her tongue along the length of her lower lip.

Hank endearingly cupped his new assistant’s chin before greeting her with a kiss, noting the faint taste of cum still lingering on her lips. “Brock told me you got 157 to pay up. Good work.” Trixie gasped as she felt a faint wave of pleasure run through her body every time her boss praised her; it was a sensation she lived for. “I have a council meeting at the town hall,” he continued. Trixie lit up another cigarette, listening to her sharply dressed boss.

“Last week, I put in planning permission to open a second strip club in Scrappy Junction,” he said, looking out the window. “They are set to decide on that proposal, and I’m told they are looking to reject it.”

Trixie gasped; how could they possibly reject anything her powerful boss proposed? The mere thought of it brought an unpleasant sensation down her spine. “What? Why would they do that?” She exclaimed, stepping up to him and placing her arms around his neck. “You have to do something about that.”

Hank smirked down at his concerned assistant; he had really done a number on her. He nodded, “Ohh, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” He said, pulling a thin leather choker from his pocket and wrapping it around his busty slut’s neck. He held up a red leash and clipped it to the O-ring at the center of the small choker. “That’s why we are heading to Main Street now. Come along.”

The wide-set boss tugged the leash harshly as he headed towards the exit, forcing Trixie to follow behind him. He led her to his shiny new truck, and they drove towards Scrappy Junction.

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Trixie peered out the window of Hank’s pickup truck and noticed the businesses lining the main street of the small, underdeveloped town of Scrappy Junction. The establishments were vastly different than they were when Trixie first drove through the tiny city, and they definitely served an alternative demographic.

Where there once stood a traditional general store, hardware store, post office, and small diner, they were now replaced by sex shops, lingerie stores, massage parlors, tattoo studios, and an adult cinema. It was as though the entire town had been redesigned to cater to the sex industry.

Looking closer, Trixie noticed the familiar ‘Magnolia Meadows’ logo on what seemed like every other building. Hank must have bought up half the town by now.

Since Trixie began working for Hank, he found his financial situation stronger by the day. He decided to expand his empire aggressively and bought every store that was willing to sell. Scrappy Junction itself was in disrepair, and many business owners were desperate to get out before losing their businesses altogether. Before the town council could react, Hank had bought out and repurposed most of the buildings on Main Street.

Trixie’s boss pulled up outside the modest town hall. It was a traditional brick building with a large broken clock in the center and the ‘City of Scrappy Junction’ logo emblazoned directly above the dark wooden double doors. Hank momentarily stared at the town hall entrance before turning to his leashed assistant. “You will be accompanying me into the meeting, but you are only to speak when I give you permission,” he commanded the blond. “Do you understand?”

The tone of his voice was more severe than usual. He had given Trixie a command, and she needed to follow it. She silently nodded her platinum blond-haired head in confirmation, which brought a smile to her boss’s face. “Good girl,” Trixie bit her lower lip when his praise reached her ears. He exited the truck and walked around, opening the passenger door. Hank took hold of his assistant’s red leash and tugged it, prompting her out of the vehicle. “Come along; we have a meeting to attend.” He ordered, leading his slut into the government building.

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Trixie felt incredibly nervous as everyone stared at her, tottering alongside her boss. Hank had one hand tightly gripped to her leash while the other was caressing her practically exposed asscheeks. The hearing was set out like a courtroom, perhaps in an attempt to intimidate Hank. The councilors were sat on an elevated bench, forcing Hank to strain his neck up at them as he stood at his table. Interested members of the public were allowed to witness the hearing in the gallery at the back of the room.

“Thank you for joining us, Mr Travis. We, uh, weren’t expecting you,” Councilor Warren March addressed the business owner as he got the hearing underway. It was clear the Councilor didn’t expect Hank to attend. “And who is this ‘lady’ you have brought with you?” He asked, emphasizing the word lady as though it was some kind of joke.

Hank grinned and stared up at the councilman. “Hello, and thank you for having me.” He squeezed his assistant’s ass and pulled her closer into him. “This here is Trixie,” he replied to the question. “She is my second-in-command, my assistant manager, if you will.” Trixie absently giggled at his response and silently waved up at the bench. A smattering of disapproving murmurs could be heard from the gallery.

Hank continued, “Now, if you would allow me to defend my position and explain why it is beneficial to the to-” Hank had clearly rehearsed his speech and looked visibly irritated when Councilor March held his hand up to interrupt the chubby man. Hank gritted his teeth and squeezed his assistant’s ass more harshly in response to the interruption.

“We appreciate your attendance at this hearing, but you misunderstand the purpose of this meeting.” The elected official said. “We have already discussed your planning proposal, and the council members have cast their votes.” Hank fidgeted anxiously. Trixie wasn’t used to seeing her confident boss looking so nervous.

“You see, in the last few months, you have turned our respectable Alabama town into a cesspool of degeneracy. Hookers and drug dealers line the streets at night, loitering outside your establishments, hoping to catch your immoral customers as they head home.” Hank briefly chuckled. The Councilor wasn’t totally wrong. “Rival adult stores have popped up to compete with your businesses, and travel agents out of State have started labeling us as the sex capital of the United States.” Hank saw all of this as a positive, but the politician apparently didn’t see it that way.

“We have decided to take back control of our town, and our first step is to deny any further attempts to expand your enterprises.” The councilman spoke with anger. “Your planning application has been denied!” Councilor March delivered his verdict, but before he could strike the gavel down, the double doors opened, eliciting a gasp from the audience.

“Not so fast!” A commanding voice bellowed from the rear of the hall. With a dominant presence, US Senator Jack Watson strode down the walkway toward the councilors. Jack Watson was in his fifties but barely looked a day over forty. He had a full head of healthy black hair, and his pearly white teeth contributed to his award-winning smile. Jack Watson was an extremely popular senator, having been reelected on three occasions. There had been rumors that he was planning a Presidential run before he announced his most recent reelection bid.

On his approach to the bench, the Senator flashed a smile at the slutty blond assistant and looked deeply into her pretty eyes. Trixie felt a shudder and something flip inside her mind. Victoria blinked and stared back at the Senator, that damn bastard. She studied her surroundings and desperately tried to separate herself from the gross asshole squeezing her ass. The more she struggled, the tighter Hank held his grip on her to keep her under control. Victoria attempted to scream out, but her boss had commanded her not to speak until she was given permission, and that command stuck.

Senator Watson reached out and stroked Victoria’s cheek. She tried to react, but Hank held her tightly and kept her in place. Jack Watson gave the chubby trailer park owner a knowing look before turning his attention to the bench.

“Senator Watson, what a pleasant surprise.” Councilor March spoke, his voice trembling with worry. There was no reason for a popular and influential US Senator to attend this banal town council meeting, so his very presence here was concerning. “What brings you to our small town?” He asked nervously.

The Senator flashed another smile to the bench, causing one of the female councilors to swoon. “Well, Councilman. I met with Mr Travis yesterday and have determined that you are about to make a ruling in which you have no legal standing.” His voice oozed suave and an extraordinary smoothness. This man knew how to play a room, which further irritated Victoria.

“If you can forgive me, Senator,” Councilor Warren March responded, “I’m afraid I don’t understand. The town council has the right to approve or deny any planning application brought before it.”

Jack nodded, winking at Hank and Victoria before responding to the lead committee member’s remarks. “You are correct. However, the composition of the Scrappy Junction town council is erroneous.”

There was a confused murmur surrounding the town hall. That confusion spread to the bench. “We are elected officials, Senator. There is nothing erroneous about our place here.” Warren retorted.

Senator Watson reached into his inside jacket pocket, pulled out a photocopied piece of paper, and held it in the air. “I hold in my hand a passage from the Alabama State Charter. It states that any individual who solely controls over 50% of legitimate businesses inside an Alabama town has the right to appoint 51% of that town’s council members.” Senator Watson slammed the photocopied paper down on the councilman’s desk.

There was an audible gasp around the room as the charming Senator’s words sunk in. “According to your records, since his acquisition of the mini-mart on Cooper Street, Mr Travis now owns 52% of all establishments within the Scrappy Junction borders.” The well-groomed Senator grinned as the lead councilman read the passage with a staunch look of horror on his face.

The unrest from the gallery was heightening in volume, and Councilor March struck his gavel to bring order to the hall. “Order, order!” He commanded. “Senator Watson, this is preposterous. I have never heard of a town relinquishing control to a single businessman. We are a democratically elected committee.” He almost sounded unsure of his own words.

Jack nodded, placing his arms behind his back. “You are right, Councilor.” He agreed, “However, no town council was so incompetent as to allow one man to take over their city. This is in the State Charter, and Mr Travis has the legal right to replace half of you.”

Councilor March prepared to speak again before Hank cleared his throat, holding the silent Victoria against his body. “There is no need to prolong this any further, Councilor. You will find your termination paperwork on your desk tomorrow morning, as will half of you all.” He declared ruthlessly. “We will reconvene this hearing when the new council is assembled.”

The former estate agent was horrified that her ‘boss’ had gained so much influence over the entire town, and she had helped him get there. Hank shook the Senator’s hand before they vacated the hall. The busty Victoria attempted to struggle against Hank the entire time, but he was too strong for her and easily overpowered her diminutive figure.

Once they stepped outside, Hank pulled out one of Trixie’s cigarettes and lit it up, slipping it between his struggling assistant’s lips. The moment she inhaled the calming smoke, Victoria felt a cloud overwhelm her mind. She attempted to fight back mentally, but the influence of Trixie started taking over her consciousness, and Victoria found herself trapped again within her own mind. Trixie had retaken the driving seat.

Hank grinned and felt Trixie’s body relax in his arms. Looking into her eyes, he knew that his obedient assistant had returned. “You may speak again, Trixie.” He permitted her.

Trixie bit her lower lip, “Uhm, I think that mean lady got back inside my head, Mister Hank.” She said, concerned, taking a long drag of her cigarette. She could feel Victoria’s influence growing weaker with each day, but she was still locked inside her subconscious, and Trixie was scared the prudish estate agent could take over her mind forever.

Hank consoled his busty slut, squeezing her tits together, eliciting a moan from her pouty lips. “I know, sugar tits. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.” It warmed Trixie’s heart that her boss was looking out for her. She would do anything to keep him happy, and she didn’t want that bitch infiltrating her mind and ruining everything.

The powerful businessman tugged Trixie’s leash and forced her to follow behind him. “Now, come. I have invited the good Senator to the office to celebrate.” Trixie took another drag of her cigarette at the Senator’s mention and followed her boss back to his truck.

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The two men laughed about old times as Trixie obediently poured the Senator a fresh glass of Scotch. Hank Travis and Senator Watson had known each other since they were children. They were unlikely school friends, with Jack being the offspring of a successful Governor and Hank being the child of a struggling single mother after his drug-addict father skipped out on them when Hank was four. Despite their lives moving in opposite directions, they still kept in touch and made an effort to meet up at least once a year.

Jack enjoyed the view of the new and improved Victoria Maddison as she served him. She had been given a special outfit for this occasion. It resembled the dark power suit Victoria was known to wear, except for some significant alterations. The white blouse was tight and made of shiny latex. Instead of covering her generous chest, there was a keyhole cutout around her breasts, ensuring they were completely exposed. However, she wasn’t totally baring her breasts as the suit jack buttoned up over her chest, giving her a little modicum of modesty. Neither the blouse nor suit jacket reached her midriff, exposing her toned stomach. Her navy blue latex pencil skirt was just as outrageous. The hem of the rubber skirt came down to her knees, but as she gave a twirl, there was a cutout behind her, ultimately revealing her plump spankable ass. She wore a pair of 6” patent navy blue stiletto heels without a platform, forcing her feet into an unnatural tiptoe position. Her former real estate ID badge was clipped to her skirt.

With her tussled-out platinum blond hair and heavy makeup, Trixie looked like a cheap whore impersonating a businesswoman more than anything else, and the Senator loved the look. He smacked Trixie’s inviting ass as she returned the whiskey to its shelf.

The trailer park owner and his Senator friend clinked glasses just as the office door opened, and an unknown man in a brown suit entered, along with his spotty 18-year-old son. Hank cheered and rose to his feet, hugging the man and giving his young son a firm handshake, “Wow, Tyler. Look how much you’ve grown.” He tussled the young man’s hair like he was talking to a kid. “Trixie, get your pretty ass over here.”

Trixie looked up and sashayed over to her boss, contorting her cocksucking lips into a wide smile as she greeted the visitors. “Trixie, this here is Mr Wallace and his son, Tyler.” He introduced the two men to his slutty assistant. “I’ve known Mr Wallace here a long time. He is going to be the new leader of the Scrappy Junction town council.”

Trixie smiled wider and clapped her hands together, “Ohh, that’s great. Congratulations, Mr Wallace, Sir!” She exclaimed before hugging the suited man. She then turned her attention to the young man, who looked much more nervous about being there than his father.

“Tyler still hasn’t felt the pleasure of his cock inside a sluts tight pussy,” Hank crudely remarked, uncaring about whether his words were humiliating the spotty teenager even further. “I told Mr Wallace here that you would be the perfect whore to show him a good time, isn’t that right?”

The smile almost left Trixie’s face. She enjoyed satisfying strong, dominant men. She had no interest in young, inexperienced, shy teenagers. However, her boss had made his intentions clear, and she couldn’t bear to disappoint him. “Ohh, of course. I love helping young men explore their wild side.” She said excitedly, stepping up to the young Tyler and taking hold of his hand.

Trixie gently guided his hand behind her and placed it on her exposed ass. Despite his nervousness, Tyler wasted no time squeezing her buttcheeks, and the slutty blond moaned out invitingly. She unpopped the buttons on her mockery of a suit jacket, and her huge fake tits displayed proudly on her chest. She leaned in close, feeling the boy’s cock stir in his pants. “How about we head back to my trailer? We could find something fun to do while these men talk business.”

The young spotty 18-year-old silently nodded and allowed the flirtatious slut to lead him out of the office, leaving the three men alone in the office.

Hank grinned when he saw the look of pride on Michael Wallace’s face. He was worried that his son would become a reclusive loser, but the boy’s reaction gave him hope. Hank returned to his office chair and picked up his glass of whiskey. “Everything is moving just as we intended,” he addressed the popular Senator. “Once word gets around, Scrappy Junction will be seen as the adult capital of America. We’ll be billionaires within 5 years.”

The Senator smiled momentarily but returned to a neutral, slightly concerned expression. “What is it?” The trailer park owner noticed something was up.

“There is one more potential problem we need to address,” the Senator responded, eliciting a raised eyebrow from his chubby childhood friend. “A young woman has been sniffing around. Some of her clients had fallen foul of your aggressive purchasing tactics. Apparently, she has been looking into suing you for breaching archaic competition laws.”

Hank grinned, but the look in his old friend’s eyes told him he should be taking this challenge seriously. “Ohh? And do we know who this young woman is?” He asked Jack.

Senator Watson took a magazine from his pocket and threw it on his balding friend’s desk. “You might recognize her.” He added.

Hank stared at the image of a young, pretty brunette wearing a white power suit. She had her arms folded and her chin raised triumphantly. The tagline displayed ‘Meet The New Powerhouse of Real Estate’. Hank recognized the woman all too well; she had even been sitting in this office just a few months ago. The woman was Isabella Phillips, Victoria’s former colleague and rival.

“Well, it looks like Trixie could use a little bit of company.” Both men laughed and clinked their glasses together, excited about moving on to the next stage of their plan.

End of Chapter