Southern Depravity - Sex Stories

Southern Depravity

... don't ask questions." If you don't understand anything, I'll explain it to you on the way home. And beware, she uses a lot of bad language."

"Yes, Momma," finally answered Kendra.

Lot 28 was on the back of the mobile home park. The structure was an old singlewide that either needed painting or trashed all together. The door opened to the two pretty ladies on the pine board steps and a woman, with black hair, dry skin, and skinny but with a big set of tits stood there.

"Hi, y'all!" smiled the woman the same age as Kendra's mother, but looked older a little older, maybe because there were a few gray hairs in her black coiffeur.

"Y'all come on in out of the cold!" She did seem friendly as she cleared her covered couch of several Cosmo magazines and a cat. "Y'all sit down... can I get y'all something to drink?"

"Yes, thank you, Connie, whatever you have," replied Sandra.

Connie came back with two opened bottles of beer and set them on the coffee table in front of her visitors.

"I don't have any Cokes because I'm out. Need to go to the store tomorrow after tonight's shift." Both Sandra and Kendra eyed the two, cold beer bottles but left them on the table. Sandy did say whatever she had.

"Connie, I need to get to the point why we're here because we don't have much time. Sandra then began explaining their whole dilemma, with her husband's gambling addiction, borrowing, and spending all their money, and the goons who blasted their way into their house last ...

... night, made them strip, and raped her. She explained the meeting with Terrance Dubois this morning, and what he wanted Kendra and her to do, and what would happen if they didn't work for him in all the terrible jobs he was going to make them do.

"So, Connie, I'm asking you if you could find it in your heart to help us, kind of show us what to wear and how to get clothes and outfits, what to expect, and basically know how to please his 'clients' as he called them." Then Sandra went silent for her answer. Her mouth was dry after the explanation so she reached over and took a swallow of the beer.

Connie, sitting across the small living room, in a thin, short halter-top and thin yoga pants, and bare feet, just looked at her two visitors. The halter-top was so thin, the woman's areolas were easily noticed through the fabric. It was strange a strange outfit for early February, but Kendra thought that it was why the gas heater was turned up and it was hot as blazes in the smelly home.

Connie just sat there, took a couple of sips from her own beer, and put out her cigarette in an ashtray beside her. She sat there looking directly at Sandra, then started.

"You mean... you, Sandra Parker who were so high falootin', fancy pants, in your cute dresses, social clubs and friends, come to me?" Her voice was slowly getter louder as she scowled at her old classmate. "You and your friends always looked down on me, and snickered about the way I was dressed, and called me "Connie the ...