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This fictional account contains adult language and sexual themes. If such language and themes offend you, please do not read further. The persons and events described in this work are purely fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental. Copyright 2005 by SSTORYMAN. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted to reproduce this story in any form and for any purpose as long as this notice is reproduced and no financial remuneration is received, directly or indirectly, by the person reproducing or using it. A TERRIBLE MISTAKE Author's Note: This story contains descriptions of incest, which some persons will find offensive. Please do not read if you are offended by such unorthodox and offensive sexual material. 3. Changes Galore. Dick Scott couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in bed for awhile till finally he got up. He had to think. He couldn't stop replaying in his head what he just saw, the unexpected transformation of his elder daughter, Jennifer, changing without warning from a prim and proper, church-going do-gooder into a viciously nasty, degenerate slut who smoked, drank, talked dirty and wanted to get laid. Dick groaned. God, when she talked to him in the study Jennifer practically begged him to fuck her; him, her own father! It was unbelievable. It was also exciting, wildly so. He never realized that Jennifer knew he used to stare at her when she laid in bed late at night. He carefully reassured his wife Margery that her accusations of him leering at her were ridiculous lies. But unfortunately, they weren't. He wasn't the upright citizen everyone believed. Not even close. He thought no one knew. But clearly Jennifer did. He nearly lost it when his dazzlingly gorgeous daughter had teased him, told him she knew he secretly wanted to fuck her, and then grabbed his balls and pushed her hand up against his cock so hard. It took his breath away! God, it was the amazing fulfillment of a million forbidden fantasies. Hearing Jennifer defiantly talk dirty, and then smoke so shamelessly while she asked him for a drink! God, it was so forbidden, so electrifying. He shivered. Fuck! He loved it! Before he went downstairs he paused by the bedroom door of Jennifer's sister, Andrea. Andrea just turned 18. She looked so lovely lying there fast asleep. He stared at her a long time, leering, actually, just as he used to leer at Jennifer, watching Andrea's unconscious body and listening to her rhythmic breathing. Dick sighed as he went down the stairs to his office. He booted up his computer. Here he kept his video porn, his nocturnal refuge for situations just like this. Margery never woke up. Nor did Andrea. He knew he was secure titillating himself here. But as he watched the screen his mind kept returning to Jennifer. God, what the hell happened to her? How did she suddenly transform into such a slut? He grinned wickedly. And was his daughter serious? Did she really now wish she'd invited him to join her in her bed? Did he really want her to? He didn't know. His left hand moved down to his crotch while he silently watched the bad girls playing with each other on his computer screen -. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning Suzanne got her orders. She returned to Jennifer's apartment to bring her back to the clinic for what was to be a supposed follow-up visit. Vincent told her of the call from George. Jennifer's treatment seemingly failed to produce the results Mr. Stott desired. Suzanne was confused. In Jennifer's dreamlike state the afternoon before the girl babbled endlessly as Suzanne drove her back to her apartment. She was sure the poor girl was fully debauched. But whatever. She had no problem repeating the procedure, taking the stupid bitch even deeper into depravity. Actually, Suzanne was looking forward to it. She liked doing it to Jennifer the first time. The second time might be even more fun! She buzzed her apartment at the entrance to the building. She heard a sleepy voice through the intercom. "Hello?" "Hi, Jennifer. It's Suzanne Wilson from Dr. Martinelli's clinic. Dr. Martinelli needs to see you again this morning, to follow-up your visit yesterday. Can I come up? I need to talk to you as soon as possible." Vincent didn't care if Jennifer knew who they were or what they did to her. Once she finished a second session, he assured his nurse, she'd never complain. He was sure she'd embrace wickedness wholeheartedly and be glad for the service they performed. So there was no need to hide anything this time. "Yeah, sure," came the groggy reply through the intercom. "Come on up." Suzanne ascended the stairs. The door to Apartment 2G was open, but its resident was nowhere to be seen. Suzanne stepped inside. She grinned. She liked what she saw! The ashtray she left on the table yesterday was full of cigarette butts. A crumpled pack of Marlboro Menthol 100's was there beside a half full second one. She smiled. The kid was sure smoking. In the kitchen she saw the bottle of scotch sitting on the counter. It was empty. Unlike the afternoon before, the apartment looked as if a tornado hit it. Jen stumbled out of the bathroom. She looked like hell. "Rough night last night?" Suzanne smirked. "God, yeah," the faltering female mumbled, crumbling onto the sofa. "I'm not used to smoking so much or drinking this goddamned much!" "Hmm. So how do you feel about your new obsessions with alcohol and tobacco?" Jen squinted at Suzanne. She laughed. It was a pitiless, almost pathetic giggle. "Even though I feel like shit right now, it doesn't matter. I can't live without `em anymore and I don't want to, either. Cool, huh?" Suzanne just smiled. As if to prove her point, Jennifer reached for the pack of cigarettes. She shook out a Marlboro Menthol 100, slipped it in her lips and grabbed for her lighter. "I'll feel better once I smoke," Jennifer grunted, not knowing why she was so sure. She paused long enough to ignite the dangling cylinder. She pumped on it hard. "Oh, yeah," she groaned happily, as she sucked a load of smoke deep inside her chest. "God, that's better!" Jen saw Suzanne staring, incredulous. She grinned callously. "I needn't worry about telling you that I love to smoke, do I? Yeah, that's because you get it, Nurse Suzanne. You understand _exactly_ what I mean. You smoke. I remember. I bet you love to smoke just as much as I do." Suzanne reached in her pocket for her Benson & Hedges 100's. She had on a nurse's uniform that morning per Vincent's instructions. "Yes, Jennifer, I do. That's why I'm joining you." Suzanne, too, lit up a cigarette. "You can't trust the bastards who don't smoke," Jen went on. "God, I'm so glad I figured it out." She stared blankly at Suzanne. "How _did_ I figure it out?" "Your thinking's still a little confused after your seizure," Suzanne said with clinical detachment. "That's why Dr. Martinelli wants to see you again right away." Jennifer nodded and stood. She started toward her bedroom, then stopped. "I finished off my bottle of scotch last night, or I'd offer you a drink." She laughed coldheartedly. "And I'd have one myself, too. Thanks for leaving it. I've turned into a real lush. It sure came in handy!" "No problem. Glad you liked it," Suzanne sneered, releasing a voluminous exhale. "Glad to hear you're drinking. From the look of your ashtray, it seems you're also smoking a lot since you got home." "Yeah, I love to smoke." She gave Suzanne a curious look. "But you're a nurse. So why aren't you giving me shit about smoking? You medical types are supposed to be against it." "Not the ones who smoke," Suzanne laughed. "We aren't against it. Lots of us smoke, nurses and doctors, too. We get it. We know smoking's great. Who cares about that all health bullshit anyway? Not us. The good thing is now you don't care, either. You learned what we already know. Smoking's fabulous. You know it from first-hand experience." The lovely nurse hit on her B&H an extra long time. She snap-inhaled a big ball of smoke into her mouth and down into her chest. "So aren't you glad you finally know the truth, that smoking's the best?" "Yeah," the brunette nodded enthusiastically. She mimicked Suzanne's snap-inhale. "I'm _so_ glad!" Suzanne furrowed her brow. No signs of resistance in this area. It was time to explore another part of her re-orientation. "The same thing's true with sex," she went on. "Pretty girls, like you and me, we _love_ to get fucked all the time, don't we?" Again Jen gave her an enthusiastic nod. "Guys or girls, right? Doesn't matter. We like it either way!" Another vigorous nod. "But we especially like two girls on one guy," Suzanne continued. "Don't you agree?" "Sure," Jen laughed convincingly. "It's the best." Suzanne followed her into her room while the teenager got dressed. She couldn't help admiring Jennifer's lovely lithe body. But no time for that. She had to attend to business. "Speaking of fucking, Jennifer, did you go home last night like you were supposed to?" The brunette nodded as she pulled on a sweatshirt. "Yep, I sure did." Suzanne sighed. God, then what the fuck's wrong? She felt angry and perplexed. "Then for God's sake, Jennifer, why didn't you fuck him? After all, getting fucked's the best. You said so yourself." "I brought up the idea with him. I even teased him about it," she explained patiently. "But I didn't push it. After all, it's pretty kinky, and it's especially difficult when _she's_ there. Know what I mean?" "But two girls on a guy while he fucks the two of you simultaneously is cool, not difficult. You said so yourself." "Yeah, I should've pushed harder for us to fuck, I guess," she pondered. "I dunno. It just felt kind of uncomfortable, and especially with _her_ there by his side." Suzanne nodded. She knew what they needed to work on this time when they put Jennifer under. At least, she _thought_ she did. She drove Jennifer to the clinic, parked her car and took the pretty brunette inside. Vincent entered the examination room, white coat and all, and began to conduct a routine physical examination. After a few moments he asked the teenager to breathe into a tube. The tube was filled with anesthetic. His unsuspecting victim fell fast asleep. Suzanne administered the drugs. For several hours Vincent and Suzanne took turns reiterating Jennifer's new value system. She was a slut. She'd fuck anybody anytime. She'd never hold back from seeking an opportunity to have sex, including kinky sex, one-on-one, male or female, including in threesomes or in larger groups. At one point Suzanne told her after she awoke she'd follow through on every act that she considered doing the prior night but hadn't done. She no longer had any morals whatsoever. Morals were for fools, for losers. Nothing shocked or scandalized her anymore. Nothing. Fucking, drinking and smoking would be her three priorities in life from now on. Nothing else mattered. Suzanne drove Jen home at three. She was to call Vincent on her cell phone as soon as Jennifer was coherent, so he in turn could call George. The hope was that George would confirm his satisfaction with the final transformation of his wife into a slut. Jen babbled in a semi-dreamlike state as they drove. Suzanne smirked. Her attitude sounded debauched, depraved, licentious, more than before. She and Vincent created a monster. God, Suzanne smiled, it was fuckin' cool. Her panties got damp contemplating what they'd done to the poor defenseless girl who spouted obscenities from the seat beside her. After helping Jen up the stairs and into her apartment, Suzanne laid her on the couch and called Vincent. "Send in the clowns," she laughed. "She'll wake up soon. If I sense that she's regressing I'll let you know. But early indications are that Project Slut is a rip-roaring success!" Vincent smiled and called George. He promised to be there within 15 minutes. He was eager to see his wife transformed. Suzanne sat down across from the dozing girl and sighed. She was a sexy little thing and now she'd be unbelievably depraved. Suzanne got out a B&H and lit up. She laughed, realizing that Jennifer sure as hell wouldn't mind if she smoked while waiting for her to wake up. Soon the fragrant aroma of Suzanne's fresh cigarette smoke began to stir the sleeping teen. "Mm," she groaned drowsily. "That smells _so_ good!" "It is good," Suzanne laughed. "So, you're starting to wake up?" "Yeah," Jen nodded, vainly trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes. "Can I have one of those?" "Glad to oblige. Do you want one of mine or one of your Marlboro Menthol 100's? Mine aren't menthol." "Doesn't matter. I just need a cigarette. God, that smells good!" Suzanne decided to offer a B&H. "Here you go," she volunteered, giving Jen one of hers. "Mine are real strong. In your heightened debauched state, you might like mine better." Jennifer eagerly slipped the long cigarette between her lips. Suzanne lit her up. "Oh God! Yeah, that's what I needed. It's _so_ fuckin' good," she said blissfully, after inhaling her initial drag and holding it deep inside her chest. "Oh, I needed a cigarette _so_ bad!" She hit hard on it. "Yours taste different, Suzanne. But shit, I _do_ like `em!" Suzanne likewise dragged on hers. "I like Benson & Hedges 100's because they _are_ so nice and strong," she laughed. "If you're gonna smoke, you may as well smoke a real cigarette!" Jennifer shook her head in disbelief as she exhaled. "Oh my God, I feel so bad!" "You don't feel well?" The teenager laughed. "No, I mean, I feel so bad. I feel like being bad, acting like a very bad little girl." She giggled naughtily. "Suzanne, I think you're sexy. God, I feel _soo_ horny. So, tell me. Want to play?" She put her finger on her lip and flashed the nurse a playful, pouting, but decidedly suggestive look. "Jennifer, you are such a tease!" She walked right up to her. Jen was slowly and deliberately swaying her hips from side to side, seductively attempting to draw her in closer. Suzanne did feel turned on. Jennifer was her creation. Both days she did most of her re-programming. She knew how bad Jennifer could be. And now she wanted to taste it. "Have you ever been kissed by a girl, Jennifer?" "No," the teenager breathlessly answered. "But I'd sure like to learn how. You're so smart, Suzanne," she teased. "Can you teach me?" The nurse put her hand on Jen's cheek. "It's real easy. I can show you, honey. You just do this." Suzanne closed her eyes and touched her lips to Jennifer's. They tasted so smoky. She kissed them, and Jen kissed her back with no hesitation. Suzanne groaned. "You're such a bad girl, Jennifer," she whispered. "You're really, really bad." "I know," Jennifer giggled. "I love it. But you made me bad, Suzanne. So you know how nasty I can be." Casually she fingered the blond nurse's breasts. She sneered. "I want to show you how well it worked, exactly what you did to me. I'm bad, and now I want to fuck!" Hearing those words, Suzanne felt like electricity coursed through her body. "Oh God, I want you, Jennifer." She kissed the other woman passionately. "I touched you while you slept. I played with your gorgeous titties and rubbed your pussy. Your conscious mind was asleep, but I knew your subconscious absorbed all the depravity I was giving it. I even told you how much I wanted to corrupt you once you woke up. I'm glad you remembered." "Hell, then, corrupt away," Jen laughed. Like Suzanne, the teenager kept smoking while both of them wantonly touched and explored each other's erogenous zones. Suddenly they heard a knock. "Shit," Jen grumbled. She put her cigarette in her lips and snorted toward the door. "Maybe we should ignore it." "Uh, not a good idea." Suzanne was pretty sure she knew who it was. He wasn't someone to ignore. Sighing, Jen opened it. In the hallway stood her neighbor Jennifer, the pretty blond from across the hall. "Hi, Jen. I'm sorry to interrupt you like this." She looked around furtively. "But can I come in? It's kind of important." The depraved slut nodded. "Yeah, sure." She eyed her neighbor's body, hoping she might be interested in joining her with Suzanne. "Jennifer, this is my very good friend Suzanne. Suzanne, this is Jennifer from across the hall." As the door closed Jennifer realized what was going on, seeing the girls' disheveled appearances. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I had no idea." Jen laughed evilly as she put her arm around Suzanne's waist. "Don't worry. No problem. Suzie and I aren't embarrassed, are we, cutie?" She kissed her. "We're cool." "My husband just pulled up out front again," Jennifer went on, looking out the window while nervously wringing her hands. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I can't let him find me. I had to come over here to hide again, Jen." Suzanne gasped. Could this mean -? Meanwhile Jen continued to play hostess. "Oh, poor thing," she cooed a bit too sympathetically. "Honey, you look like you could use a cigarette. Here, Jennifer, have one." "No, I shouldn't," she fudged. "I told you yesterday, Jen, I'm trying to quit." "But I insist," Jen smirked. "If you want to hide with us, honey, you gotta smoke." Jen picked up Suzanne's pack, shook out a cigarette and slid it into Jennifer's trembling lips. Without asking, she grabbed the lighter and lit her up. "There. Isn't that better? Doesn't it help to smoke, Jennifer?" The blond was in the midst of a long drag. "Yeah, I guess it does," she admitted after inhaling. "I just can't let George find me." The light finally went on in Suzanne's brain. "Excuse me. What did you say your name is?" "Jennifer Stott," she smiled timidly. "My name's almost the same as your friend Jen's." "Oh my God," Suzanne groaned. "And your husband is named George?" "Yeah, Jen let me hide out here when George came looking for me yesterday. He and I are separated. He's such a -." In a flash Suzanne had her cell phone out. She hit the button for Vincent's number. "Vincent? It's Suzanne. We've got a major problem. You better get your ass over to Jennifer's apartment as fast as you can. Okay. Right. I'll try to handle things till you get here." Jen frowned. "What's wrong, Suzanne?" "God, you're a mistake. You're the wrong girl!" "No, Suzie, I'm the _right_ girl, especially for a slutty bitch like you," she teased. "No, I mean -. Shit, I gotta talk to George." With that she opened the door, stomped into the hallway and saw the apartment across the hall with its door open. A man stood inside. Jennifer Stott groaned in fear. "Oh my God! What are you doing ? No, please, don't!" It was too late. Suzanne entered the unit across the hall. The two Jennifers heard her talk to George. "Excuse me, Mr. Stott, but I'm Suzanne Wilson at New Directions Clinic. I just figured out why your wife didn't respond to our treatment. Come across the hall and see for yourself." An exasperated George Stott followed Suzanne into the entryway. He saw Jennifer. "Here you are, bitch," he literally spat. He smiled at Suzanne. "Well, at least she's smoking." Suzanne studied the two bewildered females standing side by side, one blond and the other brunette. She sighed. "George, meet Jennifer Scott. She's the girl we treated instead of your wife. Apparently there was some confusion because both are named Jennifer and both live on the second floor of the building. Jen, this is George, the guy we told you about during your conditioning." To George's surprise and Jennifer's total shock, Jen waltzed up to him and kissed George on the mouth. "Mm, George, I've been waiting to meet you. This is a real pleasure." She eagerly licked her lips. "I need you to fuck me. Please? Can we do it right now?" "We got the wrong girl," Suzanne groaned, pausing to hit on her cigarette. "The treatment worked fine. It just worked on the wrong girl, one who lives on the same floor and whose name is identical to your wife's, except for one little letter." George pushed away the fawning Jen. "You fuckers," he grumbled. "So what are you gonna do? Give me a refund or what?" Suzanne drew near to blond Jennifer, who was clearly perplexed. "No, we'll just do the right one this time." From her pocket she got out a small bottle. Pointing it at Jennifer, she hit the button. A jet stream of gas enveloped her head. She gasped and fell down unconscious. "Hey, that's what you guys did to me, isn't it?" Jen asked, gleefully clapping her hands. "So does this mean that this Jennifer's gonna get fixed, too?" "Yeah," Suzanne smiled. "Jennifer's gonna get fixed, Jen. I assume you don't object?" "Hell, no." She eagerly wrapped her arms around a slightly dazed George. "She'll love it. I did." She kissed George again. "But honey, let's fuck. I need to. Okay?" Suzanne grinned. "Jen was conditioned that she needs to fuck you, George. She's pretty desperate to spread her legs for you. I don't know if you're interested. But if you are, slutty little Jen would love for you to fuck her. Isn't that right, honey?" "Uh-huh," Jen nodded eagerly. Holding her cigarette in one hand, she shamelessly fondled his cock with her other one. "Yeah, I really am a slut, George, and I'd love for you to fuck me." She giggled again. "It'd be even better if Suzanne would join us." Suzanne rolled her eyes. Jen's invitation sounded intriguing. But she had more critical things to attend to. "Jen is conditioned for troika sex,," the nurse explained. "But her top priority is to fuck you. Anyway, Vincent's coming. He and I will take your wife back to the clinic so we can give her the treatment we mistakenly provided to Jen here." She sneered. "Meantime, enjoy the other Jennifer's lustful affections." George groaned as Jen shamelessly caressed his hardening member. "Yeah, I might do that," he said with a sneer. "So, is _this_ how my Jennifer will turn out when you're done?" "Yep," Suzanne nodded. "Till yesterday Jen was a normal teenager, shy and reserved. You see how we transformed her. She smokes, drinks and loves to fuck. She's obsessed." She looked at the girl panting at George. "You're a bad girl, aren't you, Jen? A bitchy little slut?" "Yeah, and I love to fuck. George, I was a church-going do-gooder, a pathetic little twit who never smoked, drank or screwed around. Now look at me! I'm nasty and I love it. Suzanne and Vincent will take your pretty wife to their clinic and fix her. In the meantime, you and I should go to my bedroom for a hell of a good time." She winked at Suzanne. "I haven't forgotten you, you know," she said pointedly. "I still want you, Suzanne." She sneered at the unconscious blond lying on the floor. "I also still want your wife," she went on wickedly. "I've wanted inside her panties since I first saw her. After they're done with her, I bet Jennifer will want me, too. Maybe all three of us can fuck together. I'd like that." Jen continued to finger George's cock inside his trousers. He groaned. "Jen, let me take you for a test drive. Let me see how good a fuck you really are!" He pulled the slutty teenager against his body and kissed her enthusiastically. Suddenly the door to the apartment swung open. Everyone turned to look. A pretty blond teenager stood in the entrance with her mouth open wide. Jen was the first to speak. "Andrea! What are you doing here?" "Mom and Dad told me all the bizarre stuff that happened last night. I didn't believe it. I had to stop by and find out for myself what was going on." She stared at Jen with a cigarette in her hand. Her arms were shamelessly wrapped around George. "Jennifer, what's going on?" "Everyone, this is my little sister Andrea," Jen laughed. "Andrea, this is George and that's my friend Suzanne." She looked down. "The girl on the floor is George's wife, Jennifer. Suzanne is about to take Jennifer to the New Directions Clinic so she can get fixed." Andrea was stunned, though she didn't understand. "I don't believe this. You're smoking, Jennifer, just like Mom said. I can't believe it. Why? And why are you making out with that old guy? This isn't like you. What's going on?" Jen laughed as she dragged on her cigarette. "I got a lot smarter thanks to Suzanne," she sneered, exhaling and disengaging from George before sidling up to Suzanne. "I discovered that I need to live a little, that I wanted to enjoy myself for a change." From the pocket of Suzanne's smock she took the tube the nurse squirted in the face of her unconscious namesake. "Don't worry, Andrea. Let me show you something. Once I do, you'll understand." Jen stood in front of her sister. She squirted the spray in the confused teenager's face. Andrea choked, her eyes rolled closed, and she fell to the floor beside George's comatose wife. "What the hell," Suzanne exclaimed. "Why did you do that?" "So you can take Andrea with you along with Jennifer," Jen explained with a smile. "Because I want you to fix my sister, too." "But shit, Jen, we can't -." "Oh yes, you can," she interrupted. "Andrea's a real insufferable prig. She's even more unadventurous than I was. She goes to church all the time and insufferably preaches her stupid shit to people whether they want to hear it or not. God, I don't want to deal with her narrow-minded idiocy now that I'm liberated. But, you see, I won't need to deal with it anymore once you fix Andrea and make her just like me." Suzanne gasped. "You're serious?" "Damn straight," Jen smirked, hitting on her cigarette. "Look, Suzanne, you made me this way. You turned me nasty, evil, into a true slut. I'm just being the person you intended me to be. I want you and Vincent to corrupt my little sister for me." "But it's not free. Shit, it costs seventy-five grand." "Yeah, well, then you need to waive the fee." She tipped her head and released a lengthy exhale through mocking lips. "Because I don't have seventy-five grand." She batted her eyes at George. "You really paid `em seventy-five g's to corrupt your pretty little wife?" He nodded. "Yep. I had to. I was afraid Jennifer might tell my dad about the all kinky shit that I'm into. I couldn't afford that." Jen smiled and nodded. That gave her an idea. "Hmm, makes sense, George. It's sort of like your problem, Suzanne. You and Vincent can't afford for me to tell my parents about the clinic. They're very wealthy. My dad would bring you down without blinking if I told him what you did to his precious little girl. You wouldn't want that, would you?" Suzanne let out a resigned groan. She realized what Jennifer was threatening. "I suppose we could do Andrea, too. I guess we could do Jennifer and Andrea together. The changes would be the same for both." She looked at the two bodies on the floor and then up at the blackmailing female. She gave Jen a decidedly respectful little smile. "You're serious, aren't you?" Jen opened her mouth. Another voluminous exhale poured out. "Absolutely. I'm just responding to my conditioning, Nurse Suzanne," she smirked. "You made me into a total bitch. I want my little sister corrupted. I want Andrea as my ally. And you're gonna help me." At that moment Vincent entered. He saw two bodies on the floor and looked around at the others, clearly confused. "Hey, what's going on?" Suzanne picked up Andrea and motioned to him to get Jennifer. "I'll explain on the way to the clinic. We get to do two girls this afternoon, Vincent, both at no charge." "But why?" "Like I said, I'll tell you on the way. Get the other bitch. We'll take them in your car." She smiled at Jen. "So, I take it you and George are gonna stay here for awhile." She looked at her watch. "We can have `em both back here by seven tonight if you want to wait." George licked his lips. "Yeah, I'll wait here with the other Jennifer," he grinned, as he pulled her against his body and kissed her eagerly. "I think we can keep ourselves occupied for a few hours. Don't you, bitch?" "Only if we get another bottle of scotch," smirked the teenager. "I haven't had a drink all day. Let's hit the liquor store, George, and then come back here to fuck. I bet you're just kinky enough that you'd love to fuck a poor little 19 year old girl like me, wouldn't you?" George saw the lust in the girl's eyes. "Yeah, I sure am. We'll take my car and hit the liquor store. Then I'm gonna come back here and fuck your brains out, you little slut." The brunette teenager giggled as she turned to Suzanne and Vincent. "Hurry up with Andrea and Jennifer, you guys. I have nasty plans for Andrea once you finish with her. Okay?" Suzanne smiled. "She'll be back here by seven along with Jennifer. Yeah, I bet you _do_ have nasty plans in mind for your poor little sister." "You have no idea," Jen smiled. "None at all!" |
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