Southern Depravity - Sex Stories

Southern Depravity

... daughter to get some experience in being aggressive in finding work on your own. I understand that poor Kendra is still using the dress I got for her last Friday. I'm going to send over a formal gown that one of my girls, shall we say, won't be needing anymore," explained Dubois. Sandra didn't like the implication of that last statement. "Did he have her killed, or just put her in the hospital where she can't be his whore?" she wondered in her mind but did not verbalize to her tormentor.

"It should be there in about an hour. It is a petite size, and I think it will fit your young girl nicely. I will want you two to go to the Hyatt Midtown this evening and be there at 6 o'clock. I want you and Kendra to go to the hotel bar and look your best and let some lucky convention attendee pick you up, each of you. Of course, you can both go for a three-some, but you will probably make more money individually. And making more money to get your husband out of debt is what it's all about, isn't it Sandra?" asked Dubois.

Again, silence as the pimp waited for his answer. "Yes," was all the wife could say.

"You do like the sex don't you, Sandra?" asked the blackmailer to his whore.

Again, silence. He was waiting for her to answer him with the degrading answer she knew she had to give him. Finally, she said, "Yes!"

"Yes, what Sandra?" returned Dubois.

That son of a bitch Sandy thought. "Yes, I like the sex!" she spat at the pig.

"And Kendra, likes the sex too, doesn't ...

... she, Sandra?" again tormented the man.

"Yes," came her answer.

"Yes, what, Sandra?" again was his reply.

"Yes, Kendra likes the sex as well!" Now the mother was almost yelling and crying at the same time into the phone.

"Good, Mrs. Jackson. Oh, by the way, I failed to mention it when we first started having our little talk but I am taping this phone conversation. As well, I have added a very fine DVD to my personal collection, of Kendra stripping naked at the Pink Paradise, and of you servicing a man at the massage parlor. I would really hate for your parents and the pastor and the deacons down at the Riverdale Baptist Church to hear a copy of this conversation and see your videos of how much you and your daughter have been enjoying your extra-marital sex! Wouldn't you, Sandra?" threatened the conniving bastard.

Though the young wife and mother was shocked, weak, and furious, all at the same time, she wouldn't put it past this evil man to expose her family to embarrassing ridicule.

"No, I wouldn't want that to happen," was all that Sandy was able to choke out through her tears in reply.

"Good, then we understand one another, Mrs. Jackson. I know it's a school night, but when you call it a night at 10 p.m., one of my boys will be in the bar to collect your earnings. He will also have instructions for a side trip before you go home. Have a good night now, dear!" then Dubois was gone.

Sandra just sat on her sofa and wept for half an hour. This man was going ...