Part 16

 

Sarah got home around 4AM and woke up 6 hours later. She was groggy but satisfied because she made bank at the strip club. Out of habit, she switched her computer on to look at what Lucy was doing. It was a bit after 10AM, her tenant was still in bed but even with the sheets covering her, there was little doubt about what she was doing, the same thing she did almost every morning: frigging herself to porn. Sarah smiled with the wicked pleasure of seeing the result of her work.

For Lucy, morning porn was a habit, but more importantly it had became a way of managing her stress. The drugs had a relaxing effect shortly after she took them, but her anxiety would come back later, with a vengeance, forcing her to find a way to soothe herself. It was a vicious trap: she thought she needed the drug to relax, and she was right, still not aware the substance was rewriting her brain chemistry, and was the very source of the angst she tried to avoid. Indeed, under the influx of too many calming chemicals coming from the outside, her own brain had numbed itself, desensitizing its own pleasure receptors. Worse, it had started to cut its natural dopamine and endorphin production, forcing her to rely on the pills just to return to baseline.

In short, she was well on the path to becoming totally dependent on the drug to function. And she was almost out of it. She only had one pill left, a pink one.

So, she used porn, each flick on her clit an brief antidote to her growing anxiety. It didn't help she was dreading a necessary talk she needed to have with Sarah.

 

Seeing her tenant so miserable was making Sarah happy. She turned off her computer and went to the kitchen to have breakfast, making noise on purpose to get Lucy out of bed. It worked, as she heard Lucy's door open, the girl going to the bathroom, then joining her in the kitchen.

 

"Good morning, sleepyhead.", said Sarah with a smile.

 

Lucy was glad to see her in a good mood.

"Good morning.", she answered.

 

"So... can I ask you what happened yesterday?" she said with a hint of irony, passive-aggressively pointing out how Lucy had given her the cold shoulder last time.

 

Lucy blushed. She needed to keep Sarah on her good side, because the drug dealer was supposed to come in the afternoon... assuming Sarah was cool with it.

 

"Well. He got me tattoos, and this piercing.", Lucy said, showing them.

 

"Whoa. They're really sexy, congrats.", Sarah complimented her, wide eyed. She had to tip her hat to Kessler for pulling that off.

 

"Thanks. He also bought me some stuff."

 

Sarah didn't like that. She preferred the girl to struggle financiarly, not becoming a sugar baby. She asked:

"Will you sell them?"

 

"No... he said I can't. In fact, he wants me to get another pair of heeled slippers like the ones I just sold, and wear them every day."

 

Perfect, thought Sarah.  However, she wanted to appear on Sarah's, so she said:

"So what? You can just lie about it."

 

"Yeah I guess. But he asked me to show off my stuff on Instagram."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

Lucy explained.

 

First, her teacher wanted her to create a new public profile. Second, to model her outfits every day and showcase her growing collection, using her valley girl persona. And, lastly, to follow and repost "inspirational" accounts. Sarah found it brilliant.

 

" I don't even know where to find yhe stuff he want me to repost...", complained Lucy, whining. "I don't really want to waste my time on that." She knew Sarah had a semi-professional account she used to lure new clients.

 

"Let me help you!", Sarah offered energetically. "Did you create the new account?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Show me.", she ordered, holding out her hand. Lucy opened the app and gave it to Sarah. It was displaying an ordinary feed. 

 

"Ok", she continued, "Look at what I'm doing. First, you go to the options, and click here and here to turn on the more mature content. Do you want me to curate your feed for you?"

 

"No, no, it's ok...", Lucy pushed back faintly. She took back her phone and tried to switch to another topic: "I have something else to ask you though."

 

She told her about the guy who was coming to visit and why. To her relief, Sarah was cool with it.

 

"He's a trustworthy guy. I bought from him before.", Sarah said. "But, Lucy! Don't forget he thinks you're my 18 years old cousin."

 

Lucy flinched. Good thing Sarah reminded her, she had forgotten. She wasn't thrilled to play the young slut again, the 18 years old pornstar wannabe cousin, but on the other hand it added a layer of anonymity she didn't dislike. There was another thing she wanted from Sarah:

 

"Could you... stay around, just in case?", she asked her.

 

"Sure."

 

"I mean... give us some space but keep an ear out."

 

Sarah was perplexed. Why would Lucy want to be alone with a drug dealer?, she wondered. Could it be... she wanted to work her charms on him? She got excited. That would be a major leap leap in the right direction for Lucy.

 

She tried to dig:

"I don't understand. You want me to hide in my room while you do your business with him? Why?"

 

Lucy realized it sounded stupid when Sarah said it like that so she didn't push it. She wanted to meet him alone but couldn't plainly explain why, even to herself.

 

With a slight smile, Sarah gave her a solution: "If you need to be alone with him, invite him in your bedroom." Where the cameras were, she thought.

 

"Wouldn't it be weird?"

 

"Nah. As I said he's a good guy and I'll be in the apartment with you. Besides, Leena is also supposed to come right?"

 

"Yes, at the same time."

 

"Yeah so don't worry.", said Sarah.

 

She paused to look at her tenant, who was nursing a mug of coffee with milk. Sarah wondered if the moment was right to offer her a job. The pressure of the next rent and the price of the dope would put some financial pressure on Lucy, but will it be enough to get her tondo porn again? She wasn't sure the moment was exactly right, but since it was the only friendly-ish conversation they had in a long time, and with Kessler meddling so much, she decided to make her move.

 

Keeping her tone as casual as possible, she said :

"Lucy, totally unrelated but I heard from Delfynn she really liked your performance."

 

Lucy braced. She knew what was coming.

 

"So... she's VERY interested in having you on set again! But, this time, she absolutely wants to get you on video. Don't worry, nothing crazy, just a solo, naked video. How does that sound?"

 

A naked video that would turn into a solo masturbation video of course, she added mentally.

 

"Uh... Sorry Sarah... My teacher he... he doesn't want me to do porn anymore.", Lucy answered with a sorry smile.

 

Sarah's face dropped. "He what now?"

 

"N-no camming either.", she stuttered. "He's ok with me working as a waitress though. In... in your club."

 

What? In HER club? The kitchen tilted around Sarah. Lucy spoke to her teacher... about her? What did this little idiot tell him exactly?

 

Sarah was boiling, feeling again her prey slip from her claws. Kessler. Kessler had to go.

 

"Did you tell your teacher about me?", she asked, trying to control her nerves.

 

"Uh. Just your first name. And what you do for work."

 

"Why?", asked Sarah sharply.

 

"I.. I don't know. Like, we talk, you know? He was just asking about my life."

 

Sarah pondered the situation. Ok. Kessler knew she existed. The worst that could happen was him tracing the anonymous tip back to her, and telling Lucy. But, Sarah thought, the tip had gone through her friend, and she knew the girl would never give her up. And even if he discovered the tip came from Sarah, what would he gain from telling Lucy? Nothing. Worse, he'd be antagonizing his own source, someone who had been *helping* him, and miss on potential future intel. He would need to be extremely stupid to do that. Based on that analysis, she estimated it wasn't SO catastrophic that he knew about her.

 

Sarah managed to force a smile: "Ok. Nevermind. Tell you what. I'll ask the club management about it. It's a hostess job though.", she clarified.

 

Lucy nodded, not sure about the difference between the two.

 

After that, Sarah tried to probe her tenant a bit more but didn't get more info. Well. One step at a time. For now, Kessler was being useful. In fact, Leena had told Sarah (because she was first and foremost Sarah's friend) that Kessler planned to pay for Lucy's surgery. So Sarah decided to tolerate Kessler's interference for now. Besides, it was her own fault. She shouldn't have tipped him. She had just wanted to fuck up Lucy's student life, she never expected him to be so controlling. And he did have some good ideas, like the tattoos or the Instagram requirements.

 

After breakfast, Lucy took a shower. Sarah used this opportunity to act: as soon as she heard the water flowing, Sarah rushed to her own computer and immediately tried to log into Lucy's Instagram account, determined to use this tool to push her further in the dark path she envisioned for her.

The girl had used the same password as usual. Bingo. An email arrived, with a verification code, followed by another, which was vainly attempting to warn the poor girl that her account had been accessed from a new location. Sarah, who still had control of her mailbox, deleted both quickly before Lucy could notice.

She now had all the time she wanted to tamper with Lucy's new account. She proceeded to methodically pornify her feed, hitting like each time the feed was showing her something sexual and "not interested" on every other post. A woman dancing? Like. An informative video about some scientific discovery? Not interested. A beautiful blonde posing? Like. Business advice? Not interested. Bikini models? Like. International news? Not interested.

Slowly, the suggestions changed.

A female dancer twerking? Like. A curvaceous lady in a chic restaurant? Like. A video about math? Not interested. A hyper-feminine beauty posing on the beach? Like. An obviously fake titted gal, shaking her assets? A big yes. Tips on how to study more effectively? No thanks. A long legged slut, squatting and opening her thighs to the camera? Yes. Another bikini model? Rejected (her chest was too small, judged Sarah). A woman showcasing her BBL? Perfect. Breasts implants? Of course. Fake lips? You bet. A buxom secretary, tottering in a minuscule skirt and towering heels? Superb. Cute karate chopping cat? Certainly not. The first few minutes of a porn movie where a male actor was being seduced by a plastic enhanced milf? Ideal. Gooning accounts? Like, like, like. She spent almost two hours at it, obsessively. She made sure to watch each spicy video, sometimes several times, then go to the account that posted them to find more. Sarah was confident she could turn her tenant's whole feed into an infinite, borderline pornographic stream of hyper-enhanced sluts. Just like Lucy was about to become.

 

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Lucy was sitting at her desk, considering the pink mess she had made in front of her.

 

She thougt it was imperative she relaxed before meeting the dealer.

 

So she had cut her last pink pill in half.

 

And then, using a knife, she had tried to cut it even smaller on a plate. The result was a bunch of small pink powdery grains she was sure she couldn't resist eating it all once she started. Using the blade, she pushed most of it back into the ziplock it came from. There. If she ate what little was still left on the plate, it should amount for 1/4 of a dose. Enough to relax her, but not enough to totally impair her, she hoped.

Her phone buzzed, the dealer saying he'd be there in ten minutes. Ten minutes. Could she take this small dose and resist taking more for 10 minutes? And what if he was late? She waited for the last moment, for the message saying he was in front of her building door. And, only then, she extended her tongue to lick the ceramic clean.

She didn't feel anything and the taste was a bit metallic, but not really strong either. Maybe she needed a stronger dose?

 

But, no time, she was already moving toward the door, heart beating, dressed in her old blocky heels (the new ones were too hard to walk in!), a new, tan miniskirt, and a matching crop top. Her star tattoo was poking out between the two fabrics as well as her new navel ring, both still very sore. She was sexy as hell.

She waited a bit. 1... 2.... 3 minutes, before buzzing him in. And waited again, as he made his way to her floor. 4... 5... 6...minutes.

She focused on relaxing, steadying her breath. She needed to calm her nerves and hoped the drug would kick in soon.

 

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. She opened. The muscular, massive frame of Jürgen dominated the doorway. He was wearing a light linen shirt and casual shorts. She could see the outline of his huge cock.

 

"Like, hiiii.", she chirped, moving her eyes up. The drug was already starting to act, because the powder had used an expressway by passing through her gums.

So, she was slightly relaxed, and it was easy to enter into the valley-girl persona. 

 

"Hello", he simply answered, nodding, his voice low and gravelly.

 

Sarah popped in, saying "hey" and also got a nod in return. She then sat very deliberately on the living room sofa.

 

Lucy eyed her sideways, worrying about the next steps, and decided to go all in.

 

She grabbed Jürgen's strong hand, as if she was going to shake it, and asked, in the high pitched voice she now mastered: "Like, follow me?" before giggling.

 

They went to her bedroom. She immediately sat on her bed, looking at him from below with a seductive smile. He sat on her chair without even asking for permission. Something was slowly rising in her. A familiar, pleasurable feeling, very faint, in the background.

 

She opened her eyes, which she hadn't even noticed closing, and managed to ask: "So, like, what do you have for me?"

 

Jürgen offered her 20 white pills for a total of $350. 5 pink ones for $100.

 

She listened to him, mouth open, looking at him intensely. It was expensive. But it was a lot of pills, enough to last a long time, maybe even enough to sell, so it wasn't such a crazy purchase.

 

Grabbing a strand of hair, she haggled, in her sexiest voice:

"Like, do you do, like, discounts for good giiirls?"

 

He gave her a cocky smile.

 

"I only give discount to bad girls. So I think we can come to an arrangement."

 

Lucy giggled. From his angle, because Lucy was partially sunk in the soft bed, he could directly see her red panties. So she simply opened her legs more, mouth agape, in a silent invitation.

It was so easy, to just relax here, on her own bed. She sunk lower, the friction of the sheet pulling her skirt up, fully exposing her lacy underwear. And she started to touch herself over the garment.

She was following what she had learned from hours of porn watching, of watching step mom seducing step sons, secretaries teasing their bosses, MILFs using their charm on pool boys.

 

He got up. Fuck, he was so tall, she thought. So muscular. So hot. As she was playing with herself, the strong physical attraction she had felt toward him during the photoshoot came back. But, this time, she could freely act on it. They were alone, in her room, with nobody watching them. Or so she thought.

 

---

 

"What did I miss?", asked Leena, sitting near Sarah. She was eating chips.

 

"I don't believe it, look at her. She's ready to fuck him.", said Sarah. She had rushed to her own room to follow everything on cameras and Leena had arrived shortly after.

 

"Naaah. She's not there yet."

 

"You wanna bet?"

 

"She looked drugged", noticed Leena. "Did you give her something?"

 

"I didn't."

 

"Mmm. So she had the genius idea to get high before meeting a drug dealer."

 

"Maybe.", answered Leena.

 

----

 

Jürgen was standing near Lucy, his crotch at her head level. Her eyes, glinting with desire, were locked on his very visible member. It was harder, bigger than before. She moved her left hand toward it (the right hand still playing with her pussy), and touched the half-erect member through his shorts.

 

"Omg... do you, like, need help with that mister?", she chanted almost automatically. She didn't need to say that but it helped her hide behind the persona. The persona of a dumb, slutty, 18 old girl that wanted to be a pornstar.

 

"Sure."

 

She giggled and pulled down the elastic of his shorts a bit, immediately greeted by a glimpse of the rod of flesh. He wasn't wearing any underwear. It made her laugh, her hand retracting and the shorts returning in position as she exchanged an amused look with him.

With a nod, he encouraged her to try again. She was feeling good, the familiar pink cloud feeling coming back. Too distant, too faint, but just enough to relax her. But she needed more. And he was the one that could give it to her. And he was so hot. He wanted her and she wanted him.

Her hand reached for his shorts again and tugged them down completely, his cock sprang free, huge, erect, in front of her face, almost hitting her hard.

 

She watched the impressive member, eye wide, fascinated. Was it as big as her dildo? No. She realized her hand was already on it. It was thick enough she couldn't wrap her fingers around it. It was very hard and very delicate at the same time. A velvety surface and an iron core.

She started to stroke it, moving the skin slightly back and forth, but couldn't do it properly, she would have needed lube. 

 

"Sooo, what's, like, the discount for bad giiirls?", she asked, looking at him.

 

"Depends. I can throw in 5 pills for a good blowjob."

 

Lucy giggled. She trained for it. She could do it. She wanted to do it. She moved her head toward the shaft.

 

----

 

"Want some chips?", asked Leena.

 

"Not now!", answered Sarah, frustrated. She still took one chip, as she watched her tenant's mouth open wide to engulf the male porn star's cock.

 

"What a fucking slut.", said Sarah. "Even I've never blown my dealer for dope. Did you?"

 

She turned to Leena, who was smiling.

 

"...Of course you did.", Sarah understood.

 

"Never with Jürgen though."

 

As her tenant was getting on her knees, Sarah switched cam to a better angle.

 

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Lucy was properly deepthroating now. The feeling was simultaneously very different and very close to her experience with the fake phallus. The cock was hard, but with a soft texture she knew she absolutely couldn't graze with her teeth. No cheating possible. The taste was strong but not repulsive at all, it was manly, musky. In her mouth, she realized he was smaller than the dildo for sure, but she struggled all the same. She moved her head forward, keeping her tongue low and extended, breathing through her nose.  A little gag sound came from her throat as the head forced against it. She managed to overcome her gag reflex. Then she felt stuck, her jaw starting to ache painfully, her throat feeling full. A single tear rolled down her cheek. In a last-ditch effort, Lucy valiantly pushed through, and the very tip of her extended tongue bumped against a different texture, more wrinkled. His balls, she realized. She was almost deepthroating him entirely now! But she couldn't take it anymore and moved backward.

She remembered Leena's advice of flicking her tongue against the shaft, and, precisely, against the frenulum, under the bulbous head. So, she swirled her pink tongue against the ridge, playing with it, teasing it, until... until she suddenly tasted a salty, bitter thick liquid. It took her a second to understand what was happening. Was it precum? No, Jürgen was, without warning, priperly cumming into her mouth!

She took the member out entirely and rubbed his cock on her face like she had seen actresses do in porn films, as he continued to shot thick ropes of cum accross her face.

 

"Holy shit... you're a good cocksucker.", said Jürgen. He usually didn't come so fast.

 

"Thanks.", immediately answered Lucy without thinking.

 

She suddenly realized what she was thanking him for. It dawned on her just how far she had crossed over into a new world, the world of Kessler, Leena, Jurgen, Sarah and friends, where being called a "good cocksucker" was a compliment, where managing to deepthroat a near stranger was something to celebrate.
A few months ago, this situation would have been unthinkable. Now, something inside her wanted to boast to Leena about it. And, worse, she was half satisfied, because she was sure she could have done better. Surely, with some more training, she should be able to reach further to properly lick his balls.

 

Her right hand rubbed her snatch stronger. There would be no next time, right?, she thought. But she knew she was lying to herself. She wanted to do it again, and she wanted more.

 

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Sarah couldn't believe her eyes.

 

"Well, there you have it. She's a born porn star.", said Leena. "Shit, I almost wanted to jump in there and share that cock with her."

 

"She doesn't want to do porn anymore.", Sarah informed her.

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"Her teacher doesn't want her to."

 

"Ah. Well. At one point he'll let her go and find another student. It's not like he'll marry her."

 

Sarah thought about it. She watched as Jürgen rewarded Lucy with a white pill. Good move, she noted. Ideally, the slut would associate the taste of cum with the drug.

 

"Even... Even if her teacher was OK with it, Lucy would never commit to a porn career. , she said distractedly to Leena. "At most, I can maybe get her to do some low profile videos, but turn her into a full fledged, famous porn star? Not a chance. Her parents would know about it and she's too afraid of them."

 

"Her parents are so anti porn?", wondered Leena.

 

"Duh. They led the group that harassed me and almost got me expelled from high school."

 

Leena specified what she meant:

"...BOTH her parents?"

 

 

Sarah interrupted herself mid-sentence. On the screen, Lucy was using her fingers to clean the cum on her face.

 

"I mean... It was mostly her bitch mother."

 

Leena gave Sarah's shoulder a playful punch;

 

"Her mother, huh? Annnnd? How about her father? How many men, married to a bitchy wife, DON'T watch porn? 0.001%?"

 

Sarah thought about it. If... if Lucy's father was a porn user... an heavy porn user... she might had an angle there. The idea took shape into her mind. "Holy shit Leena girl, you're a genius."

It was the most perverted, repulsive idea she ever had.