Born to Whore – Mom and Daughter Ch. 12A

**A work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to any known person or people, location or event is purely coincidental. All characters are works of fiction and are depicted as 18 years of age or older**

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Part One

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She looked like sin.

18 years old. Blonde, with naturally curly, golden hair pulled up into tight little pigtails on either side of her head. In white satin ribbons. She had thick dark mascara, blush to accentuate her naturally soft, pink cheeks and it brought out the smattering of freckles that played across them and over her petite nose. Lipstick light and glossy. Pink choker with a steel heart shaped hoop in the middle. A leather leash to match the collar, also pink. It’s extra length bunched up in her little fist. The t-shirt from the custom shop had her nickname ‘babywhore’ written in a bright pink bubble-style font. It was otherwise white and sheer enough to be almost transparent. Her unnaturally augmented tits defied gravity. The nipples hard and poking through, like always. The slight, young swell of her bare belly followed next, ended by a tight strip of bright baby blue material, a minuscule pair of shorts that left more of her ass exposed than covered. It had thin white pin stripes that followed and accentuated the curves of her hips and ass. The seam inside the crotch matched the pin stripes and concealed a small little slit to hide her small little slit. She was told it was easier and made for more quick accessibility in tight confines. She had a small 3″ steel butt-plug inside her ass with a little oblong shaped base that slightly curved, it nestled snugly in between her young, plump ass-cheeks. Her white knee socks came next with the same satin white ribbon bows wrapped around the rim. Then of course the shoes, 5″ baby blue heels, with ankle straps tied with little white satin bows to match the others. She had a tiny purse filled with all the tools of the trade. Cash, condoms, compact. She had only been outside for less than 30 seconds before she started getting nasty looks from the other women working on Wall Street.

It wasn’t the Wall Street in Manhattan, however, but actually Industrial Access Road No.8. It received it’s moniker because it was frequented almost exclusively by the ultra wealthy fund managers, stock brokers and bankers that inhabited the affluent suburb that bordered this industrial area. It was filled with prostitutes every single night.

Mandi only agreed to be a street whore this for one time. Also because Allen had let her get a drunk first and because he said there was no new offers through his usual channels and because he said most of the men were safe, boring family men that would probably cum during the warm-up handjob, but mostly because he had agreed to triple whatever she made tonight and because he said he had a couple big surprises for her afterwards.

She hoped that meant he would tell her that she’s almost paid up. Expensive boob job debt just about repaid. Go back to being a normal teenage girl. Sort of. That part of her might already be gone because deep inside where she still didn’t want to admit it, she was changing, she started to like what she was doing, she liked being used, she liked having men and women lust after her. She was becoming her mother. And not in the way most young girls do.

When Mandi had inquired as to why the local men didn’t use more modern methods like booking escorts online, Allen had informed her that many of the men that frequented this area were old and either didn’t know how to book online or, more often, didn’t know how to cover their tracks. Sometimes the wives were more tech savvy than they let on and if they happened to see a typed password, they’d remember it, maybe start lurking around his phone when he was in the shower. Also, there were only two small hotels in town. Both had decent pay and so were favourite forms of employment among the area’s young adults and bored housewives. Not the most discreet demographics. There were also multiple cameras, sometimes monitored live. So the suburbs powerful men would have a hard time slipping into the hotel late at night with a drunken whore on each arm.

So conspicuous as it might seem, street hookers were the preferred form of prostitution in town. The areas wealthy would would stalk that street in their luxury SUV’s and high performance automobiles, pick from the wide array of usual girls or the occasional new face, then disappear into the warren of back streets, alleyways and deserted shipping docks of the semi abandoned industrial area to get down to business.

These were powerful men with a lot to lose. So they didn’t exactly stick around the area afterwards, they dropped the girl back on ‘Wall street’ and got the hell out of there immediately. So as a result of the wealthy and discreet clientele, the area was crime free, disease free and even noise free, which kept the local cops happy. Of course they were on the take too, getting their bribes in the forms of ass or cash from those same girls.

So Mandi wasn’t surprised when the first vehicle to pull up next to her was a Mercedes, she was a little surprised that it was a luxury passenger mini-van, but she was even more surprised when the passenger side window rolled down and there was a breath-taking, exotic, Philippine woman. Caramel skinned with large hazel, captivating, almond shaped eyes. Thick, inky black hair piled high on her head in a loose bun. Mandi could also see her large, likely fake tits, packed into an expensive silver and black Gucci top. She had a radiant, wide, warm smile and exuded such a sweet, sexy vibe that it reminded Mandi of her mom and immediately put her at ease.

In a sweet sing-song voice she called out, “Hi Baybeee!”, charmingly accented in her native Tagalog, “Do you want to come have fun with us honey!?”

She introduced herself as Anya and her husband as David. Mandi peered into the van and next to her was a man. He was handsome in every classical sense of the word, thick dark hair, slightly greying at the temples, middle-aged, clean shaven, square jaw, strong chin. Mandi was instantly attracted to him, he had a ruggedness that was different from Allen, who cleaned up nice, but always had a seedy criminal undertone to him. This man looked like a mature, sexy, handsome gentleman. There was a third. He was on the back bench seat of the van, she didn’t notice him at first but Anya introduced him as Paul, he looked like a balding Santa Claus. Bushy white beard, red rosy cheeks, wire frame spectacles and all. He was even wearing a red sweater. He waved at her hesitantly, he looked as nervous as Mandi felt.

In a small, squeaky voice Mandi asked, “Um, all three of you?”

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Allen was a lot of things, but he wasn’t an idiot and he wasn’t going to throw his prize pussy to the streets, not just yet. It was a controlled situation. Allen and Daisy were parked in the hummer just a few streets over from where they had just dropped off Mandi.

Daisy asked, “Babe um, would you explain it again?”

Allen sighed at Daisy’s insistence as he had explained it to her already earlier that day. He repeated himself anyway, “Look, I told you, the guy is David, I known him for many, many years from back home, he’s an investment guy, a fund manager and he ‘manages’ some of my money in a way that’s real profitable for both of us. The lady is his Phillapine wife, Anya, I think it’s some sort of sugar-baby type deal, like she get’s citizenship or something, I met her yesterday over videochat to set this whole thing up. She’s a crazy l’il nympho like you. She’s got a killer body too, big smile, big fake tits, big hair, just like you babe. Mandi will like her and she’ll help relax her make her more likely to agree to all three of them fucking her.”

Allen continued, “The third guy, is Paul, real old guy, works with David, he keeps everything legitimate and legal. But he’s been in the business so long he knows every legal trick in the book and has contacts everywhere. I’ve known him for years too and he also ‘managed’ some money for me. He came along because he finally divorced his cold, bitchy ass wife of 40 years, he hasn’t been laid for most of ’em!”

Allen scoffed and finished, “So the plan is, they pick her up. I’ve already agreed to a price and they’ll tip her, the money doesn’t matter anyway, Mostly I wanna see if she’ll actually agree fuck all three of ’em! As far as she knows she’s street hooking and they’re complete strangers. I told them they can do almost whatever they want to her though. No full anal yet, and no bruises above the neck line. David and Anya are into bdsm so he’ll be careful, he won’t hurt her. Too much.” Allen smiled wickedly.

“Baby I’m worried!” said Daisy, exasperated.

“It’s fine babe, probably won’t be nothing I haven’t dished out to her myself. I’ve explained to them what Mandi can take.” He added with a smirk.

“Really?” Daisy’s resolve weakening, as though she had any say in the matter anyway. Then she asked, “Um, but babe what’s with all the ipads?”

Allen had propped all four of them up in their little stands along the dashboard. They more or less all leaped to life at the same time once a connection was made and each full screen display showed a different high resolution video feed from the inside of a van, a van with 3 people inside.

“Oh, Allen, you, you didn’t…”

The last ipad connected just in time to reveal it’s angle, pointed towards the front passenger door, a young beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed, girl asking…

“Um, all three of you?”

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Mandi tried to add it all up her head. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, her heart was beating a mile a minute she was expecting a solitary nervous family man, not a group! But Allen would pay triple, plus a couple big surprises so she tried to remember what he had told her just before dropping her off. He told her to tell people she was only 18 and it was her first day as a street whore. Which was mostly true and she certainly looked nervous enough to sell it. But as she tried to add up the figures and ask what services they wanted, Anya shoved a huge stack of bills at her, mostly 100’s and 50’s. The most she’d ever held.