JOANNE'S FALL PT. 19 - THE NEW JOB

Jo's head was shaking.

"Joanne? Are you going to let me in?" Freddy's voice said again through her buzzer.

"Y-yeah, just a sec." She told him.

Fuck! What am I going to do?!

She looked around the corner and saw White Ryan, their sons best friend, had finally finished lubing his cock, preparing to fuck her arsehole again.

"You need to hide!" She shouted at him.

"What, why?" Ryan asked.

"It's my hus.... It's Freddy!" Jo shouted.

"That's fine," Ryan said with a smile, "Maybe it's time we let people know about us."

Us? What does he mean us?!

"No, Ryan, please. He can't find out. Please just hide!" Jo begged him.

"Jo, come on, he's going to find out sooner or later, so is Tom, why not now?" Ryan said which just struck more fear into Jo.

They will find out? Why? What does he think this is?!

She didn't have time to argue though as Freddy buzzed the door again.

"Okay, yes," Jo said back to Ryan, "we will tell them, but Freddy can't find out like this. I owe him that much."

"But..." Ryan went to speak back but Jo interrupted him.

"Please Ryan, you just hide, let me get rid of Freddy and then we can do whatever you want." Jo begged and pleaded with her eyes.

"Fine." Ryan huffed, clearly not happy but Jo just wanted him to hide.

He went into the bathroom and locked the door.

Right, Jo, Come on.

She put on her dressing gown and sprayed the room to mask the smell of cigarette smoke.

"Come on up." She said and buzzed in Freddy.

It was a few, painful minutes later when he knocked on her door.

"Hey." Jo said when she saw him.

It was strange, part of Jo expected to feel really sad when she saw Freddy, to miss him, but... she didn't.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind me just popping over?" Freddy asked.

"No of course, come in." Jo said and opened the door wider.

Why do I not feel that sad? Jo questioned, I suppose, part of me thought our marriage ended a long time ago .

"So, I wanted to give you the last of your stuff and a few letters that have come for you." Freddy said and placed a box down onto the table in the hallway.

"Oh, erm, thanks." Jo replied.

Is that really all he came over for?

"It's a nice place you have," Freddy said as he looked everywhere but at Jo herself, "Have you spoke to Tom lately?"

"We spoke on the phone the other day, he seems to be taking all of this well." Jo replied.

"He does, I'm glad about that." Freddy said.

Freddy kept looking at the floor and Jo was trying to figure out what he wanted.

"Why are you really here Freddy?" She eventually asked, not wanting to beat around the bush.

"I erm, I don't know, I wanted to see you, I guess." Freddy said, nervously.

"Why?" Jo asked.

"Why?" Freddy replied and finally looked at her, his eyes showed sadness, "We have been married for years, we have a son. Then I find all of this about you and don't see you for months and you wonder why I would miss my wife?"

"I'm sorry," Jo whispered, realising how heartless she was being, "I didn't mean it like that."

"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you." Freddy replied.

"So, how've you been?" Jo asked, finding the whole situation awkward, even more so since their sons best friend was in the other room waiting to fuck her.

"Not bad," Freddy said back with a croak in his voice, "it's strange, being at home alone."

"I bet." Jo said back to him.

"Are you... are you seeing anyone, yet?" Freddy asked.

With him not being able to look at her, Jo's eyes darted to the bathroom, just praying that Ryan wouldn't come out and ruin anything.

"No." She whispered back, hoping Ryan wouldn't hear.

"And Claire and Jason?" Freddy, just hearing Freddy say their names shocked her, "are they out of the picture? Since I found out?"

"Erm, it's complicated." Jo told him.

She didn't want to lie to him anymore, but there was no way Jo was going to tell Freddy that they were now blackmailing her with a video of her getting fucked by their son.

"If there's any way that I can help." Freddy whispered.

He still wants to help me? After everything I've done.

"I don't know how you could." Jo replied, feeling disappointed in herself.

"I see," Freddy said to her, "I also... oh god, I spoke to someone about divorce papers."

That cut Jo deep, it's actually happening.

"I should have them ready in the next few weeks." Freddy said.

"Oh." Is all Jo could think to say back.

"Joanne...." Freddy went to speak but Jo interrupted him.

"Listen Freddy," She said, "I've put you through enough, you just give me the papers and I'll sign whatever you want."

She could see how upset he was, but Jo knew that the best thing for him was to leave her.

"I see, okay, well, I'll see you around." Freddy said and finally left her apartment.

Jo, feeling like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, sat down and lit up a cigarette.

"Woah, that was rough." Ryan said, emerging from the bathroom.

"Tell me about it." Jo huffed back and continued to smoke.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I hope you're okay?" Ryan asked, he walked over and placed a hand on her leg.

"I will be," Jo said and looked up to the young man that was so infatuated with her, "Ryan, I don't think I'm in the mood to do anything today, do you mind if I just stay on my own?"

"Of course, I totally understand." Ryan said and went to go put his clothes on.

"Thanks." Jo said back to him and smoked a bit more.

"And listen, I won't tell Tom or anything, whenever you're ready, we will tell them all together." Ryan said with a smile.

One more person to add to my problems, who knew I would have a 20 year obsessed with me.

"Thanks." Jo said and watched Ryan leave.

Two months passed.

Jo went to answer the knocking on her.

"Hey, come in." She said when she saw Michelle stood on the other side.

"Thank you." Michelle said and walked in.

Michelle was dressed in a short skirt and a crop top. She had a new tattoo on her lower back of a dolphin, it didn't even represent anything, Claire and Jason just liked how humiliating it was for her to have a tramp stamp. Other than the "Owned, Black, Sex Slave" tattoo on her neck she didn't seem to have any more.

Michelle went and sat down on the white sofa.

"Can I get you a drink?" Jo asked.

"Just a water please." Michelle said back.

A minute later, Jo sat down next to Michelle and handed her the ice cold glass.

"So, how come you're not at work?" Michelle asked.

"I've taken the day off so I can see you." Jo said with a smile.

She had been having a lot of time off, even more than normal. It seemed when sex was available Jo just didn't care about her work anymore.

"So, how've you been? Ready for our weekly catch up." Jo said to her.

"Not bad, same old stuff really." Michelle replied.

"Ah yeah, I know what that means." Jo almost joked and nudged Michelle's arm.

"How've you been? Have you heard off of Freddy since... you know?" Michelle asked.

"No, he just had the papers posted over, he didn't even bring them himself." Jo told her.

"So that's it, you're officially divorced?" Michelle asked her.

"Yep, it's official." Jo replied and sipped her own glass of water.

"And how do you feel?" Michelle enquired.

"I'm okay actually," Jo said and meant it, "I miss him, sure, and I miss the life we had, but I wasn't happy. Even before Claire and Jason got involved."

"I get that," Michelle replied, "At least you're not cheating anymore I guess."

Michelle actually cracked a smile as though she were joking.

Yeah, except for Ryan who still thinks I'm his girlfriend, I need to keep control of that.

"To be honest," Jo continued, "I never really felt like it was cheating a first. I never wanted what Claire and Jason did to me... until I met you."

A smile emerged on Michelle's face.

"Me?" She asked.

"Yeah, remember when you came to my house and we properly had sex for the first time? That was the first time I felt like I was cheating, like it actually meant something." Jo said with a smile.

"Well, I'm honoured," Michelle chuckled out and then her hand slowly landed on Jo's thigh, "It... it did mean something to me as well."

Jo looked at Michelle's ebony, smooth hand on her thigh and then into the beautiful girls eyes.

"Who knows, in another world maybe we could've worked." Jo said.

Could I really have had a lesbian relationship with someone so young?

"I would've really liked that," Michelle said and slightly squeezed Jo's thigh, "I miss that, us."

Jo got a little flustered then.

"W-what do you mean?" Jo asked.

"We used to be close, just not in the friendly way we are now... but romantically." Michelle whispered.

"Well... we sort of are." Jo said back to her.

Claire and Jason regularly had Jo and Michelle have sex, although they were always involved.

"That's not what I mean," Michelle said and then her body moved closer to Jo's, "I want you Jo, just you."

"Michelle," Jo whispered, feeling this young, beautiful woman get closer had Jo on fire, "I... us... I don't know if it would work, with everything."

"It doesn't have to," Michelle said and got even closer, her face only inches from Jo's, "I was broken, I didn't see a way back, but you saved me. It doesn't matter that Claire or Jason treat us how they do, when it's just you and me, I want to be more, I want to be together."

Jo could feel her own breath getting heavier, Is she really suggesting this?

"Michelle, I'm not a lesbian," She told her, "I still want to be with men as well. I don't want to be tied down again."

Jo had admitted to herself that she was a slut. Sure, she still hated some of the stuff that Jason and Claire made her do. But especially since she was single, she knew she loved getting fucked.

"I understand Jo, we don't have to label it. I just know, I want you." Michelle said and finally, she leant the next inch and her soft lips pressed against Jo's enhanced lips.

Jo couldn't help but melt into the kiss. Michelle's hand felt so perfect on Jo's firm thigh. The older woman opened her mouth and accepted Michelle's tongue in.

"It's just us," Michelle whispered between kisses, "when we're alone, nothing else matters."

"Oh Michelle." Jo moaned when Michelle's hand slowly went inside of her dressing gown.

Her soft fingers easily found Jo's exposed pussy and tapped her hoop rings around her lips.

Michelle easily slid a finger inside of Jo and the older woman let out a little gasp.

"Oh god, that's nice." Jo lightly moaned.

The finger just slowly moved in and out as they passionately kissed.

Jo's hand finally raised and held onto Michelle's soft cheek. Pulling her in for a more passionate, sensual kiss.

For a few minutes they held each other, kissing as Michelle gently fingered Jo.

"Let's go to bed." Jo finally whispered into Michelle's mouth.

"Sounds good to me." Michelle replied with a smile.

Hand in hand, they walked over to the double bed. Jo lay back and Michelle climbed on top, straddling her before leaning down to kiss her.

Jo only had on her dressing gown and Michelle quickly opened it, leaving Jo pretty much naked.

Michelle's warm hands grabbed onto Jo's big tits, playing with her nipple and her nipple piercing.

"Oh god.... Michelle." Jo moaned from the touching.

Michelle then leant up and pulled her top off over her head. She had two nipple piercings of her own, a black bunny on each one.

Jo reached up and grabbed hold of her small but firm tits. Until Michelle came back down and planted her lips onto Jo's.

"Mmm." Jo moaned, she reached down and lifted her hand up Michelle's skirt.

"Oooh god!" Michelle moaned when Jo easily pushed a finger inside of Jo.

Of course, Michelle didn't own any underwear to actually have on.

As Jo slowly fingered Michelle, Michelle's hand moved down and pushed a finger into Jo.

They both lovingly moved a finger in and out of each other as they made out. Their near naked bodies pressed together.

"Oh yes... that feels so good." Jo whispered.

In a heartbeat, Michelle span around and saw down on Jo's face, then leant forward and between Jo's spread legs.

"Yeeess!" Jo moaned when Michelle's tongue pressed against her throbbing clit.

She leant forward and buried her own tongue into Michelle's soaked pussy.

"Mmmm!" Both women moaned as they 69'd.

Jo felt a finger slide inside of her again as Michelle massaged her clit with her tongue.

"Oh god, Michelle... yes." Jo panted between Michelle's dark legs.

She did her best to keep licking Michelle but the pleasure was just too much. She could quickly feel her orgasm building and building.

"Oh fuck... Michelle... you're gonna make me cum!" She moaned and Michelle took that to try even harder.

"Oh god... yes.... Yes.... Fuuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk!!" Jo moaned out as her legs shook around Michelle's head.

Jo buried her tongue back into Michelle's delicious hole and licked like there was no tomorrow. It only took a few more minutes for Michelle to be cumming all over Jo's face.

"Oh god, I forgot how good that felt." Jo panted out, the only time she had Michelle lick her in the last few months was forced by their blackmailers. This was sensual, loving.

Michelle moved around and cuddled into Jo's body. Both of them hot, sweaty messes and panting for air.

"So, does that settle it?" Michelle asked with a smile on her face.

"Are you serious?" Jo asked back.

"Yeah, Jo, you are the only person that cares about me anymore... I... I think I'm in love with you." Michelle stuttered, as though she was afraid.

She loves me? Jo thought, She can't, she's just lost and I'm the only one that's helping her.

"Okay," Jo said, wanting to keep helping her, "let's do it."

"You mean it?" Michelle asked and leant up to kiss Jo.

"I do, I really do." Jo said with a smile.

"Perfect, when we're not together, anything goes," Michelle said, "but when it's just you and me... we're together?"

"You're my girlfriend." Jo said, realising that actually gave her great joy to say.

"Girlfriend, I like that." Michelle said back to her.

They lay like that for half an hour in silence, just holding each other until Michelle finally spoke.

"There is something I need to tell you." She said.

"Oh, what's that?" Jo asked, not liking the serious tone.

"It's... it's happened, I'm pregnant. I found out a few days ago." Michelle admitted, although she didn't look afraid or sad like Jo had expected.

"Do they know?" Jo asked.

"Yes, Claire was there when I did the test." Michelle told her.

"Oh right, how do you feel?" Jo asked her.

"I'm... okay, I guess I saw it coming." Michelle replied softly.

Jo was surprised with how well Michelle had taken it, but she had a point, it couldn't have been too much of a shock.

Jo pulled Michelle in and held her tight, there wasn't much Jo could do to help, but maybe she could just be there for the young woman that she cared so much about.

3 weeks later.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." Jo huffed down the phone as she sat at her desk.

She had a half smoked cigarette in one hand and her hair felt frazzled around her head.

"It'll be okay, maybe you can make some cut backs?" Michelle asked on the other side.

"I've already done that, I barely even pay myself anymore," Jo sighed, "I can barely afford the 4 people that still work here, never mind giving Claire a salary considering she doesn't work here."

"Maybe you can talk to her about that?" Michelle asked.

Jo knew it was not worth even asking, there's no way Claire will agree to let me stop paying her.

It's my own fault, having so much time off. Sarah warned me it was going like this.

"Anything I can do to help?" Michelle asked.

"I don't think so, thank you though." Jo said and inhaled on her cigarette again.

"Okay, well let me know if I can," Michelle replied and then whispered, "I think they're back, talk soon, I love you."

Michelle put the phone down then.

Ever since they sort of became "official", Jo has been holding off saying she loves Michelle. Truthfully, she didn't know if she did.

She wasn't sure what love was anymore. She really liked Michelle and wanted to see her more than any other person, but she couldn't bring herself to say the L word to anyone again yet.

Another 2 weeks later.

"Are you sure about this?" Michelle asked on the phone as Jo pulled up her car.

"I don't really have another option." Jo said, she shuffled a bit in her chair.

Her arse was a little sore, which was expected considering less than an hour ago Jason filled her back hole with cum.

"My CV consists of, stay at home house wife and owner of a failing company, not exactly employee material." Jo sighed and stepped out of her car.

She lit another cigarette as she stayed on the phone with Michelle.

"This is just so humiliating," Jo moaned, "a year ago I was a successful business woman, now look at me. How far I've fallen."

"Two secs!" Michelle shouted and a moment later Jo heard the young girl throwing up, "back." Michelle eventually replied.

"I'm sorry, here I am moaning about this whilst you're going through morning sickness. I know how bad that can be." Jo said back, trying to be empathetic.

"It's not too bad, at least I'm not showing yet." Michelle said with a little chuckle.

"Right," Jo replied and threw the cigarette on the floor, "I best get going."

"Have a great first day, I love you." Michelle said.

"Thank you, see you soon." Jo replied and hung up.

Right, Jo thought as she straightened up her uniform that consisted of a brown shirt and tight, dark navy jeans, new job, you got this... fuck my life.

Jo walked inside of the restaurant, more like a fast food place, and she headed to the till at the front where a young girl, who must've only been 20 smiled at her in the same uniform Jo was wearing.

"Is Jonathan in?" Jo asked, as polite as she could be with shame burning through her body.

"Yeah, I'll just get him now." The pretty young blonde replied and walked away.

Jo looked around at the handful of people eating at the diner.

I can't believe it's come to this.

"Jo, glad you made it." Jonathan's voice said and Jo turned to see the short, fat, balding man walk towards her.

"Thank you again for hiring me." Jo replied and shook his hand.

A year ago, the old Joanne wouldn't have given this man her time of day, yet there she was, just grateful he was the only person to give her a job.

"Let me get you an apron and you can get straight to it." He said with a smile.

At least he seems nice.

Jonathon, the manager of the restaurant handed Jo a navy apron, a small notepad and a pen.

"Easy work, just take their orders and bring it back here." He said.

"No problem." Jo replied back to him.

A few minutes later a young couple walked into the restaurant, Jo forced a fake smile out and headed over.

"Hello, thank you for dining with us, my name's Jo, can I take you to a seat?" She asked, each word made her feel worse and worse.

"Yeah, just for two please." The young man replied.

"Right this way sir." Jo said.

Although she hated it, Jo wasn't one to do a bad job. She faked a smile, pretended she was happy to be there and got on with her duties.

One thing Jo was happy about, was the long sleeves and the jeans hid all of her tattoos as she worked. The top was a little tight and at certain angles you could see her nipple piercing, but other than that she looked like a regular person.

Every now and again Jo would catch a glimpse of herself in the glass window at the front of the restaurant.

Her long, blonde hair, her thick, fake lips, her waitress uniform. It all gave her such a mix of emotions. She was humiliated to have come to this, but also found herself strangely attracted to herself.

To her surprise, even with all the exercise she had been doing, Jo was knackered by the end of her first shift. Her feet felt dead and her legs hurt.

When they finally closed up, Jo sat down on one seat and rubbed her foot from outside of her shoe.

"So, how was your first shift?" Jonathan asked, she hadn't seen him come out of her office since she first got there.

"Good thank you." Jo replied with a fake smile.

"Great, here's your tips for today." He said and handed a few notes over.

£50, this won't last long. At least when I was a prostitute I earnt £1,000 for a week's work.... No, don't even think about it!

She gave another smile to her new boss and headed home.

Once she was through the door she peeled off her new uniform, lit a cigarette and went onto her phone. She quickly found Black Ryan, or personal trainer Ryan, and called him.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked when he answered.

"What are you up to?" Jo replied and inhaled the smoke.

"Just finishing work, why?" Ryan replied, it sounded like he was getting into his car.

"Can you come over? I'm horny as fuck and need that big, black cock." Jo said to him, knowing hearing her talk like that turned him on, as well as turning herself on.

"Sure thing, be there in 10." He said and put the phone down.

Jo finished smoking as she waited for Ryan and then she eventually buzzed him up.

She waited for him, standing at the doorway completely naked.

When the beautiful, 20 year old black man walked in he just smiled. Jo didn't say a word as he stared at her toned body. She quickly sunk to her knees, pulled out his big, black cock and wrapped her thick lips around it.

"Mmm!" Jo moaned, loving having any cock, especially a big, black on in her mouth.

"Oh yeah, I really am loving this." Ryan moaned back.

Just the fact that this hot, young man had been fucking Jo for so long made Jo feel so confident and proud of herself. She managed to keep him interested by doing anything he wanted.

After a few minutes of sucking his cock, Jo led him to the bed, lay him down and then lined his cock up with her arsehole.

It was still fairly stretched from Jason that morning so she easily took him balls deep inside of her.

"Fuuck yes!" Jo moaned and grabbed her big tits in front of him.

"So fucking tight!" Ryan moaned back.

He felt all over his firm, ebony body and she rode his cock with her arse, loving every slutty second of it.

She kept riding him like a wild animal, taking his entire cock out of her arsehole and then impaling herself back down on it.

"Fuck, yes! Fuck this fucking arsehole!" Jo moaned out.

"You love that black cock in there don't you?" Ryan panted back.

"You know I fucking do, I'm a whore for black cock!" She moaned.

Ryan then grabbed Jo and easily moved her around so she was on her hands and knees and he was behind her.

In one quick motion, Ryan slid his big, black cock all the way into her fucking arse. As he destroyed her arsehole, Jo rubbed her clit and fingered herself, giving her more and more pleasure.

"Oh fuck... yes... fuck that fat as with your big cock!" Jo moaned liked a whore.

SPANK!

"Fuck yeah, take that fucking cock!" Ryan roared back.

"Fuck me! This this dirty fucking whore!" Jo moaned to him, getting so lost in the moment, "Yes! Destroy me with your fucking black cock!"

"Fuck, I wont last much longer!" Ryan warned as he kept fucking her.

"Fucking cum in me!" Jo shouted, "Fill this fat arse with your thick fucking cum!"

Then she felt it, her bowels got stuck with his warm, creamy cum which forced her own orgasm.

"FUUUCCKK YEEESS!!" Jo screamed out.

Like always, they had a little kiss and then Ryan left.

Both of them knew the deal, it wasn't anything serious, Jo was a hole (or 3 holes) for him to fuck and Ryan was a big, black cock for Jo to use.

After he had gone, Jo lit another cigarette and stared out of her window.

My life may be falling apart, but at least I'm more sexually satisfied than I've ever been.

Jo's next shift, she had just given an order in to the pretty blonde behind the till when she heard the door open again.

She turned her head and saw a very well dressed woman enter. She looked to be in her 30s maybe, long, straight, black hair. She was slim, which was shown off by her tight, black pencil skirt and her white blouse that had black stripes going down on it.

Jo walked up to her, seeing the woman smile back.

"Hi, my name's Jo, can I get you a table?" Jo asked politely.

"Hmmm," The woman hummed, her eyes going up and down Jo's body, "yes please."

That was a bit odd.

Jo took the woman to a table and handed her a menu.

"Anything you would recommend," The woman asked and then looked at the name badge on Jo's chest, "Jo?"

For a second then I thought she was staring at my tits!

"The burger is especially nice." Jo told her, although truthfully she had never tried it.

"I'm sure a woman in your shape doesn't eat burgers, what about the salads?" The woman asked.

Jo blushed a little at the strange compliment.

"The Caesar salad is one of my favourites." Jo replied as her cheeks burnt a little red.

Jo had only eaten it once, but it was pretty nice.

"Very well, I'll have that." The woman said and handed back the laminated menu.

It was strange, Jo felt a little flustered by the woman as she headed back to the till.

"One Caesar salad please." Jo said to the young blonde.

"I've not seen her before, must be new." The young blonde said before taking the order back to the kitchen.

Turning her head to get a glimpse of the woman, Jo was startled to see her staring right back at her with a straight face.

Then, a group of young lads who looked about 18 entered.

Oh god, here we go, Jo thought as she forced a smile and walked over.

"Hi, I'm Jo, can I get you a table?" She asked politely.

The lads all stared at her for a moment when one started to laugh.

"Sorry love, but aren't you a little old for this job?" He laughed and Jo felt her cheeks burn with humiliation.

"Please, let me show you a table." Jo whispered, having to bite her tongue.

When she sat them down she walked off but heard them whispering.

"For an old bird she is pretty fit." One said.

"Oh yeah, I'd fuck the shit out of her." Another laughed.

Jo felt embarrassed, what have I become?

An hour later, the woman finished her meal and stood up from her seat. Jo instantly rushed over to clear her plate.

"I hope you enjoyed it." Jo said.

"It wasn't bad," She replied and placed a £50 note onto the table, "that's for you."

"Thank you?" Jo replied, what's her deal?

When she turned around, she saw Jonathan looking at her from across the restaurant, his arms folded and for the first time, he did not look happy.

A few days went by, Jo was fucked by Claire and Jason, although she never told them about her new job. She also fucked both white Ryan and black Ryan and had sex with Michelle.

Then on another shift, the same woman returned. Dressed again very formally.

At least I get a big tip from this woman, not that it helps much with my financial situation.

"Hi again." Jo said with a smile, maybe if I'm extra nice, I'll get an even bigger tip.

"Hello, same table as last time?" The woman asked, with just a hint of a smile.

"No problem ma'am." Jo said and forced another fake smile out. Her cheeks had started to hurt with all the fake smiling.

"Please, call me Alexia." The woman replied.

Alexia, pretty name.

Jo took her to the table and Alexia ordered the same salad again, this time, her eyes were very unsubtly staring at Jo's body. Which made Jo both blush and get turned on at the same time.

When she took the order back to the girl behind the till, the girl leant in to whisper.

"Jonathan isn't happy that you took that woman's tip, they're supposed to into the pot that we all share." She whispered.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know." Jo replied.

Was he really that annoyed about it? He never told me.

Jo found herself critiquing his management skills, knowing she could do a much better job of it herself, if she wasn't just a pathetic slut.

Alexia finished her meal and Jo went to clear out her plate.

"As nice as last time?" Jo asked.

"Not bad, but there's something else I would rather eat." Alexia whispered with a soft, seductive tone.

Oh my god, is she hinting at what I think she is?

Jo stared at her a little awkwardly, in her high heels, Alexia was a little taller than Jo.

"Here." Alexia said and handed Jo another £50 note.

"Thank you," Jo replied, for the first time feeling the graze of this woman's soft skin from her hand, "I'll put it in the pot."

"No," Alexia quickly shot back, "that tip is for you, no one else."

Jo was confused by her tone, but didn't want to ruin a good tipper from coming again.

"Okay, thank you." Jo whispered and tried to subtly put it into her pocket.

Phew, I don't think anyone notice, Jo thought as she carried on with her shift.

Jo went back into her normal company the next day. As she walked through the ghost town of an office, not a single person said "hi" or "good morning".

I've completely lost all respect from these people, she thought.

Jo got into her office and carried on with her normal work, doing whatever she could to try and salvage the company.

It was looking bad, if it wasn't for so many people having quit, Jo wouldn't be able to afford her staff. Even with her own pay basically down to nothing.

2 days later.

"Alexia, good to see you again." Jo said, not really having to fake that smile as she stared at the beautiful woman.

"Jo, good to see you're working, I worried it would be a wasted trip." Alexia said, once again giving a hint of a beautiful smile.

"Well you got me." Jo joked back and led Alexia to the normal table.

"Yes I do." Alexia said in her seductive, soft voice that made between Jo's legs tingle.

She ordered the salad again, but when Jo took it to her, Alexia quickly reached up and lightly held onto Jo's wrist.

"So, how long are we going to play this game?" Alexia asked.

"W-what game?" Jo replied, getting more confused by this woman.

"The food here is shit," Alexia said bluntly, "I know it and I'm sure a woman such as yourself knows it."

"If the food isn't to your liking you can make a complaint with our manager?" Jo replied back in her confusion.

"Listen, I don't know why you work here," Alexia said, still lightly gripping Jo's wrist, "You clearly are too good for this place, but I don't care."

"Then... what do you want?" Jo asked, her voice turned to a whisper and hoped no one would hear.

"I thought that was obvious," Alexia said, her face turned to a smile and she let go of Jo, "I want you."

"Excuse me?" Jo asked, have I died or something?

"Yes, and I always get what I want." She said bluntly.

"I, erm, I don't know what to say." Jo stuttered out, suddenly feeling very flustered.

"Here's my card," Alexia said and handed over a business card, wrapped in another £50 note, how much money does this woman have? "Call me."

Alexia then left the restaurant without eating her food and Jo couldn't stop herself from staring at her toned arse as she walked away.

"Jo," Suddenly Jonathan's voice called out, "please see me in my office."

Oh god, it's not my fault!

Jo quickly followed him, being eyed by all the young waitresses and the kitchen staff which made Jo burn red with humiliation.

"Have a seat." Jonathan said firmly.

Jo sat down, opposite Jonathan who was sat behind his desk.

"Who is that woman?" He asked, his normal, friendly demeaner was nowhere to be seen.

"She's just a customer." Jo replied back, trying to be as polite as possible.

"Is that all, she isn't giving you extra tips for anything?" He asked.

Oh shit, do I tell him about the tips? Would I be in more trouble if he knew I kept them?

"N-no sir," Jo stuttered back, "She doesn't tip."

Jonathan clearly didn't look pleased with her answer and gave a little grunt.

"Very well, back to work." He ordered her.

That night, Jo was on her way home when her phone rang.

"Whore, get to ours now." Jason's voice ordered.

"Yes Master, see you..." She went to reply but he hung up on her.

Ah fuck, they're going to see me in my new uniform.

Once Jo pulled up to their apartment, she had one last cigarette before going inside.

She instantly saw Michelle, naked, on her hands and knees with a collar around her neck. Michelle smiled at her but Jo didn't respond. Neither of them wanted to risk Claire or Jason finding out about them.

Her tummy is starting to grow, Jo mentally acknowledged as she looked at Michelle's naked body.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Claire laughed out as she sat on the sofa.

"I... I got a new job, as a waitress." Jo said in shame, feeling so pathetic and small.

"Fucking hell, why?" Claire laughed again.

"The company, it's not doing very well, so I had to get a second job." Jo said, almost wanting to break down into tears at actually saying the words.

"That's fucking funny." Jason said and suddenly appeared from the other room, completely naked with his big, black cock swinging between his legs.

Why does his cock have to be so good, Jo thought. Black Ryan's cock was good, but Jason's was better. The only other cock that Jo had liked more, was Dwayne's, no, don't think about him, he betrayed me.

"So, the company is doing shit, that's a shame, throws a spanner into the plan." Claire said with a smile as Jason went to sit next to her.

To her own annoyance, Jo couldn't keep her eyes off of his cock.

I really have just become a slut, is that all I'm good for?

Then, Claire's words hit Jo.

"What plan? Mistress." Jo asked.

"For your boob job." Claire said calmly, like it was no big deal.

"My what!?" Jo shouted back, she couldn't believe the words that actually left the young girls mouth.

"Do not take that fucking tone with me whore!" Claire shouted and Jo instantly filled with fear.

"We decided, although your tits are big, they're a little saggy in your old age, so we're going to fix that." Jason said, one of his hands reached over and petted Michelle's head like she was a dog sat next to him.

"Well, you're going to fix that." Claire continued.

"Me?" Jo asked, not fully understanding.

"Well, we can't afford to get you a boob job, you're going to have to pay for it." Claire explained.

"Please Mistress," Jo begged, "I barely have any money, I can't afford a surgery that I don't want."

"That's not really my problem," Claire shot back, "You will have to work more shifts, get another job, be a whore, but you will make that money before the end of the year."

There were only a few months left of the year and Jo knew that boob jobs costs thousands, good ones anyway. Where am I supposed to get that kind of money? Fucking hell, am I that weak that I've just instantly accepted that I'm going to do it.

"But you can sort that out," Claire said, then sat up and pulled her trousers down, "you have a job to do right now."

Jo hung her head, humiliated at how weak she was to these two.

"Yes, Mistress." Jo replied.

She got onto her knees and instantly pressed her tongue against Claire's soft, smooth, delicious pussy.

As she licked away at the young girls delicious hole, she felt Jason pull her jeans down and quickly shove his entire cock into her own cunt.

"Fuuuckk!" Jo moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure from being so instantly filled.

"Take it you stupid fucking whore!" Claire shouted and pulled Jo's mouth back to her pussy.

Jo licked and got fucked like that as Michelle watched in silence from the side. As much as she hated it, her body loved it.

In less than ten minutes Jo was cumming around Jason's cock as he unloaded a thick load deep into her pussy.

Not long after, Jo made Claire cum with her tongue and they sent her home.

A fucking boob job?! They've made me plastic enough as it is!

Jo panicked all the way home and carried on when she was smoking out of her window.

How the fuck am I supposed to get that kind of money?! I could... I could call Dwayne again... NO! Never!

A few days after learning about her future boob job, Jo was working the night shift at the restaurant. It was dead, and her shift was nearly over when to her surprise, Alexia walked in.

"You're... you're back?" Jo asked nervously.

"Well, you haven't called me, so I thought I'd stop by." Alexia said, very formally.

"Sorry... I.... I..." Jo wanted to answer, but the truth was a whole lot of fucked up stuff.

What am I supposed to tell her, that I was too distracted to call her by the two people that are blackmailing me to get a blowjob, who have also ruined my marriage and soon to be my company?

"When do you finish?" Alexia asked firmly.

"Erm, 20 minutes." Jo replied.

Alexia moved her hand and slipped yet another £50 note into Jo's hand and smiled.

"Meet me around the corner when you're done." She whispered and then walked off.

Jo turned, luckily there was no one there to see what had happened. But she couldn't deny, Jo wanted this woman.

Her shift ended and Jo rushed out. Walking in the opposite direction to her car, she turned the corner into an alley way that was dimly lit, and she saw Alexia there on her phone.

"About time." Alexia said, not harshly though.

"Sorry, I was just finishing up." Jo replied as she walked closer to the beautiful woman, wondering what she had going on in her mind.

In a heartbeat, Alexia pressed her thin body against Jo and lightly pushed her up against the wall. Although they were halfway down a dark alley, Jo looked to her sides to make sure no one could see.

"You know what I want, don't you?" Alexia whispered, her mouth just inches from Jo's.

She has such beautiful, brown eyes.

"I... I think so." Jo replied.

"Good, because I don't like to waste my time," Alexia said a little firmer, one of her hands reached up and landed on Jo's chest, "I want to fuck you, if you don't want to, tell me now."

Jo looked at the hand on her tit, then back up at the beautiful woman staring at her.

"I, I do want to." Jo whispered back.

"Good." Alexia whispered and pressed her lips against Jo's.

It wasn't a soft, tender kiss, this Alexia knew what she wanted.

Jo opened her mouth and felt Alexia's tongue press inside. She suddenly found herself making out with this beautiful woman in this dark alleyway.

"Mmm." Jo moaned when Alexia roughly squeezed one of Jo's tits.

"That's it, you like this don't you?" Alexia whispered into Jo's mouth.

"Yeah... I do." Jo whispered back.

Alexia pushed her head forward again and they carried on making out.

Jo found herself putting her hands on Alexia's back and holding onto her as their bodies pressed together.

She was shocked when suddenly Alexia's hands went lower and started to undo Jo's jeans.

"Oh my god, here?" Jo asked, not believing how brave this woman was.

"I've been wondering what you look like under this boring uniform for too long." Alexia said back and carried on undoing Jo's jeans.

In a matter of seconds, Jo had her jeans down by her ankles and the cold night air hit her skin.

Oh fuck, she's going to realise I have no underwear on.

Alexia's warm hand landed onto Jo's cold thigh, it was a welcomed embrace and Jo found herself spreading her legs a little wider.

"Mmm naughty girl." Alexia whispered when she felt directly onto Jo's pussy and worked out there was no underwear there.

"Oooh god." Jo panted out when Alexia pushed a finger deep into her soaked, smooth pussy.

She could feel her hoop piercings on her pussy lips move as Alexia slowly fingered her.

"Turn around so I can finger you properly." Alexia ordered.

"Okay." Jo panted out.

She span around and felt Alexia lightly press her back. Jo reached up and planted her hands onto the cold bricks, slightly bend over as Alexia slapped her firm arse before pushing two fingers back inside of her.

"Ooooh fuck!" Jo moaned louder than she intended.

Alexia reached around with her other hand and grabbed Jo's tits through her shirt.

"You like that don't you?" Alexia whispered.

"Oh god... yes... keep fingering me." Jo moaned.

That's when it hit Jo. So long ago, her first full day of blackmail. When Jason made her ask random people to make her cum. She ended up just like this. Bent over in an alleyway as a young man fingered her from behind.

There was so much guilt at the time, it was like she was different person then. But Jo loved it now.

"Fuuuck!" Jo moaned when she felt Alexia press against her G-spot.

"That's it, you like me fucking you down an alley?" Alexia whispered.

"Oh yeah... I fucking love it!" Jo moaned.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the fingers pleasing her perfectly as the cold air ran against her body.

"Oh fuck.... Fuck... that's so fucking good." Jo moaned as more and more pleasure came over her.

"Oh I can do so much more, but this will have to do for tonight." Alexia whispered.

Jo could feel her orgasm building as Alexia roughly finger fucked her from behind.

At one stage, a few people walked past the alleyway but Jo managed to bite her lip to stop from moaning too loud.

"Oh god... Alexia... I'm gonna cum." Jo panted out.

"Good, cum for me. Cum as I finger you!" Alexia ordered.

A third finger pushed deep into Jo's soaked cunt, pushing in and out faster and faster.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... I'm cumming! I'm cuuumminnngggg!!" Jo moaned as her orgasm shook throughout her body.

Alexia never stopped fingering her, Jo's cunt made Alexia's fingers sopping wet as she breathed heavily.

When Alexia eventually pulled her fingers out, Jo felt like a horny mess and was easily span around. She was met with Alexia kissing her again.

"My turn." Alexia whispered with a smile.

She span them around so Alexia had her back to the wall.

"Do you want to turn around?" Jo asked.

"Oh no, get on your knees and get your head under my skirt." Alexia ordered.

Fucking hell, this girl is one naughty slut!

Jo loved it, she sunk to her knees onto the hard pavement and lifted up Alexia's tight, pencil skirt.

Like most people, Alexia hand a thong on. So Jo pulled them down. When she looked back up, she was met with a beautiful, soaked pussy. Alexia had a little hair around her pussy, but it was trimmed very neatly.

Without missing a beat, Jo leant forward and pressed her lips against the woman's slit.

"Oooh yeah, that's what I wanted." Alexia moaned heavily.

"Mmmm!" Jo moaned at the sweet taste.

She pushed her tongue deeper and deeper inside Alexia, wanting to savour every drop of her nectar.

Alexia spread her legs wider, allowing Jo to properly eat her pussy.

"That's it, right there baby." Alexia moaned.

Jo pushed two fingers easily inside of the woman and attacked her throbbing clit with her tongue.

"Oooh fuck yeah! You want to taste my cum?" Alexia moaned.

"Mmm!" Jo moaned back, fingering her faster and licking her clit harder.

"Fuck... yes! I'm about to cum! Making me fucking cum!!!" Alexia moaned louder and louder.

Her breathing got quick and heavy and her legs started to shake around Jo who was attacking her pussy with everything she had.

"Fuuuuuucckk!" Alexia moaned and Jo felt a splash of delicious juices against her.

"Mmmm!" Jo moaned as she made this amazing woman cum down this dark alley.

Jo kept licking, wanting to give this woman the same pleasure she gave her. Alexia's cunt clenched around Jo's fingers and her legs kept trembling until Alexia pushed her head away slightly.

"Oh yeah, I needed that." Alexia moaned and pulled Jo to her feet.

Once again, they made out for a few minutes until Alexia stopped it.

"Now, I expect you to call me this time." Alexia said.

"Oh, I will." Jo replied with a huge smile.

Alexia gave her one more kiss, put her thong back on and left Jo in the alleyway. Jo pulled her jeans up and headed home.

Once she was back, Jo was actually smiling.

Sure, I have no husband, my company is going down the toilet and I have no money, but at least people are wanting to fuck me, She thought as she smoked.

It was the next day when Jo was at work, it was a quiet shift when Jonathan appeared from his office.

"Jo, my office, now." He said, a lot harsher than Jo had ever heard him speak.

She crept inside and closed the door behind her.

"Is something wrong?" Jo asked.

"You tell me." Jonathen said and span the screen of his computer around.

It showed the CCTV footage of Jo that night with Alexia. It had Alexia sliding Jo money, then outside of the restaurant it showed Jo go down the alley and a while later, both of them coming out.

"I... I can explain." Jo whispered.

She felt sick, humiliated and fucking pathetic.

"What you do outside of work is not my business, but taking payments for sex on my property is not acceptable!" Jonathan pretty much shouted.

He thinks I'm a prostitute? That she was paying me for sex... wait, she wasn't, was she?

Jo, in her shock, slumped down onto the chair next to his desk.

"So," Jonathan said, still with anger in his voice and sat onto the corner of the desk, "obviously you're fired."

"What?!" Jo said and looked up at him, "Please Jonathan, it's not..." She went to argue but he interrupted her.

"Shhh," He said, "My main concern is whether to call the police and give them this footage or not."

Oh no, this definitely looks like I'm a prostitute! And if the police see this and the gang sign tattoo on my wrist they definitely won't believe me!

"But," Jonathan continued which gave a glimmer of hope to Jo, "I won't have to do that, if you do something for me."

No, not him too.

"I don't want it to come out that I had a whore working here and fucking my customers, and I'm sure you don't want to get arrested, right?" He asked, his voice turning dark and seedy.

"No." Jo whispered, knowing where this was going.

"Then, you will have to do something to make me want to help you out." He said.

Jo looked up at him in disgust.

Another person that's so willing to blackmail me, is it me? Am I the problem?

"Don't look at me like that," Jonathan almost laughed out, "A whore like you, you've done much worse I'm sure."

Jo wanted to argue, but how could she? She had been a whore and she had done much worse. Her son being one of them.

"Good," Jonathan said when Jo didn't reply, "Now, why don't we start with a blowjob."

"Okay." Jo whispered out.

In the grand scheme of things, everything she had been through, this didn't seem that bad. But something about being a new place, where no one knew who she was, but still turning out to be used like a whore, cut Jo deep.

She reached over to where he was sat on the desk and started to undo his belt. He was a chubby man so the belt was pretty tight.

When she undid it, the unzipped his trousers and slowly pulled them down his thick, hairy legs.

Jo looked up at his cock, it was smaller in length that most she had been with lately, but very girthy. He also didn't shave or trim down there, it was like a forest of black hair.

Luckily for Jo, Jonathan wasn't that fat that his belly hung down.

She reached over and took his already hard cock into her hand and slowly stroked him.

"There we go." Jonathan whispered.

Jo then looked at the door and then back at Jonathan.

"What if someone comes in?" Jo asked.

"Everyone knows not to come into my office unless I tell you too," Jonathan explained, "If you managed to work here long enough then you would've found that out."

His words just hurt Jo more, have I really failed at being a waitress?

"Now, put it in your mouth, there's a good girl." He whispered.

"Yes... sir." Jo whispered, returning to her normal, submissive, victim state.

"No, you can call me, Daddy." He said with a huge grin.

Daddy? This suck fuck, he's probably the same age as me.

But Jo gritted her teeth, "Yes, Daddy." She whispered.

Finally, Jo leant forward, opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his fat, thick cock.

"Oh yeah, I should've known by the way you look that there was something off about you." Jonathan moaned.

He didn't taste bad, but not as pleasant as most. He obviously washed, but his cock just wasn't as nice as what Jo had gotten used to.

When she bobbed lower down, her face was met with a thick, matt of pubic hair. It disgusted Jo a little, but she knew not to stop.

"That's good, it's been a while since I've gotten a blowjob." Jonathan moaned.

Jo eventually put her hand onto his thigh for support and felt his thick leg hair in her fingers.

For a bald guy he has a lot of hair everywhere else.

She kept bobbing up and down on his small but fat, smelly cock.

"Suck on my balls." Jonathan then ordered.

"Do I have to?" Jo asked as she looked up from between his legs.

"Unless you want me to call the police?" He threatened.

"Urgh, no, don't." Jo grunted.

She pushed his cock up and looked at his big, hairy balls. Sticking out her tongue, she pressed forward and ran it against them.

The hair made it hard for her to actually feel the skin of his balls, but she kept licking anyway.

"Oooh yeah." Jonathan moaned, apparently licking it.

Jo kept licking at his hairy balls, her spit that landed on his balls just got spread around her mouth and chin from his hair. She felt almost disgusted at herself for doing this to such an unattractive man.

For a few minutes, Jo kept licking, listening to the fat man moan and breath heavily.

"Get back onto my cock." He then ordered.

Jo instantly wrapped her thick lips around his cock and started to bob up and down. It was easy to get the length down her throat, but his girth made her throat feel very full.

"Right," Jothan said and stood up, "bend over the desk."

"Urgh, yes Daddy." Jo grunted.

She stood up as Jonathan moved to the side. It was a dark, small office that didn't leave much room for movement. But Jo bent over and started to undo her jeans, wanting to get it over with.

She pulled them down and instantly Jonathan grabbed her arse cheeks.

"Oh yeah, you are pretty hot for a whore." Jonathan grunted.

She could feel his cock press against her dry pussy.

With just her spit on his cock as lube, she felt him force himself inside of her.

"Urrgghh!" Jo grunted as tight, dry pussy got forced open by Jonathan's fat cock.

"Fuck you're tight," Jonathan moaned as he pushed himself balls deep inside of her.

Yeah because I'm dry as a fucking bone!

She felt him grip onto her hips and braced herself for him. Then he pulled his cock back and slid it balls deep inside of her again.

Even though he was small, the feel of her pussy stretching around his thick cock gave Jo at least a little bit of pleasure.

"These tattoo's, how did I not know you are a prostitute." Jonathan grunted as he fucked her from behind.

"Urgh.. fuck!" Jo grunted out as he fucked her against his desk.

She never thought she'd be in that position again with someone new, but there she was, maybe I am just a worthless whore.

In the past when Jason or other men had forced themselves onto Jo, she felt some form of sick pleasure. But not this time.

With Jonathan, Jo just felt dirty and humiliated. She had found herself once more being blackmailed into taking someone's cock. An old, small, dirty cock as well.

Jo hated herself at that moment, she wanted to scream, but she knew she couldn't. She just had to take it like the pathetic, worthless whore she was.

Jonathan kept fucking her like that over and over, his hairy balls hit against her and his fat hands rubbed all over her body.

Each second made Jo feel disgusted with herself as she took it, not putting up any of a fight.

"Are you going to cum?" She eventually grunted out.

"Not long now." Jonathan panted back.

I need him to hurry up.

"Cum in me Daddy!" Jo faked a moan, "Fill this whore's cunt with your thick load of cum!"

"Oh yeah, you like that?" Jonathan moaned back as he kept fucking her.

"Yes Daddy! Fuck me with that big cock!" Jo faked it back, it seemed she had learnt a thing of two whilst working as a prostitute.

"Ooooh fuuuckk!" Jonathan grunted and Jo felt her insides getting filled with his thick, creamy load of cum.

After he finished thrusting in her, he stepped back and Jo stood up.

"Are we done, can I do?" She asked.

"Not yet, there's something I've always wanted to try." He said as he breathed heavily.

"What now?" Jo moaned back.

"Get on your knees and close your eyes," He told her and Jo pulled an annoyed face, "well, guess I'll call the police."

"No!" Jo shouted, "I'm sorry Daddy."

Anything is better than getting arrested for being a prostitute.

Jo got onto her knees in front of him and closed her eyes. She couldn't hear anything. She expected that he wanted her to clean his cock with her mouth after he fucked her so she opened her mouth wide open.

Then, to Jo's surprise, she was met with something else. A warm, long steam of liquid that hit her face. She didn't react quick enough and felt a large amount stream into her open mouth.

"What the fuck!" Jo shouted.

She opened her eyes and saw Jonathan stood over her as piss poured out of his cock and onto her.

"Stay there!" He shouted back.

"Fucking hell!" Jo couldn't stop herself, this is fucking disgusting!

But she knew it would soon be over, so, pathetically, Jo stayed still and let this fat, old man piss directly onto her face.

"Open your mouth again!" He ordered.

"No!" Jo argued back.

"Fucking do it or you get arrested!" He threatened.

FUCK! This is fucking humiliating!

Every fibre in her body fought against it, but as his warm piss hit her face, Jo opened her mouth.

"Gllgg!" Jo coughed in disgust as Jonathan aimed it directly to her open mouth.

"Swallow it!" He moaned, clearly enjoying it.

Jo thought she was going to be sick when she swallowed his piss, the taste was surprisingly not as bad as she expected, but still disgusted her.

Eventually, he stopped pissing, although Jo felt completely drenched in it and could taste it on her tongue.

"I've wanted to give a golden shower for years." Jonathan laughed out.

"Can I go now?" Jo asked, having to fight from being sick.

"Yeah, you can go. And don't come back." He shot at her.

No fucking chance of that!

Jo left the office and rushed out of the restaurant, just praying that no one saw her covered or smelling of piss.

She rushed home and showered straight away.

Fuuuckk!! She screamed in her head as the hot water bounced off of her body, What is wrong with me! How do I always end up in this situation?!

Twenty minutes later Jo finally stepped out of the shower, the smell and taste of piss was gone, but her shame remained.

As she walked to her bedroom in just a towel, the buzzer to her apartment went off.

"Who is it?" She asked when she reached it.

"It's Ryan." The reply said.

It was white Ryan, her sons friend Ryan. The Ryan who thought they were girlfriend and boyfriend.

"Come on up." Jo sighed, really not in the mood for this.

When he came in, his eyes darted all over Jo who was stood in just a towel.

"Wow, good timing hey." He said with a smile.

"Yeah, I was just getting out of the shower, what's up?" Jo asked.

"Not much, I just wanted to see you." Ryan said.

Why is this guy so obsessed with me?

Jo couldn't explain it, but she found herself getting angry at Ryan. He hadn't blackmailed her, she didn't even think he meant to threaten her with telling her son, Tom, what had happened. In fact, Ryan was one of the few people that were nice to Jo, but at that moment, Jo was filled with anger.

"Ryan, listen." Jo sighed, wanting to tell him to leave her alone.

"I think it's time we tell Tom that you're my girlfriend." Ryan then blurted out.

For fuck sake! Not this again!

"Ryan, we've discussed this." Jo went to argue but he interrupted her again.

"I know, but it's time, I don't want to hide it anymore." He said.

Ryan walked over and placed a hand onto Jo's shoulder.

The young, fairly innocent man looked into her eyes, but Jo was just annoyed.

"Ryan, Tom can't..." Jo went to speak again but again, Ryan interrupted her.

"He will be fine, trust me." Ryan said with a loving smile.

Jo had to sigh to stop herself from shouted at the young man.

"Not yet, I..." Jo spoke.

"Tomorrow, we'll tell him tomorrow." Ryan, once again, interrupted her.

That's it! Jo screamed in her head and felt her face burn red with rage, I am suck and fucking tired of people making my decisions! Telling me what to do! What I am! That's fucking enough!

"Do not fucking interrupt me again!" Jo suddenly shouted at the young man, shocking even herself, but it felt good.

"Jo... I...." Ryan whispered but this time, Jo interrupted him.

"Shut up!" She shouted, "You will do what I fucking say!"

Her chest heaved up in down, this was an anger she had never felt before, but god did it feel good to get it out.

"That's it," Jo shouted, "come with me."

She grabbed Ryan's wrist and pretty much dragged him to the bedroom.

I'm in charge! Not him! No more fucking disrespecting me! I've had enough!

"Jo, what..." Ryan stuttered.

"Take off your fucking clothes!" She shouted.

"What?" He asked, his face was the picture of shock.

"Do not make me repeat myself!" Jo shouted, "take your fucking clothes off right now!"

In an instant, Ryan stripped himself until he was completely naked. His hard cock aimed right at Jo.

"Get on the bed on your hands and knees!" She ordered.

"On my hands and knees?" Ryan asked, clearly confused.

"That's one!" Jo threatened, "If you make me repeat myself again I swear to god!"

"Okay, okay." Ryan said in fear and got onto the bed.

Jo looked at the younger man, her sons best friend, on his hands and knees watching her every move.

She got onto the bed next to him, anger filling her as she palm crashed down on his bare arse cheek.

"Ow!" He shouted but didn't move.

"You do not fucking tell me what to do!" She shouted and spanked him again, "I tell you what to do! Got it?!"

SPANK! Another harsh strike on his arse.

"Yes! I got it!" Ryan said back.

SPANK!

"Good! And for now on you call me before you come over!" Jo shouted.

SPANK!

"Yes!" He said back, but it actually came out a little like a moan.

SPANK!

"You don't tell Tom, you don't tell fucking anybody!" Jo screamed and her towel fell, leaving her naked.

"I won't, I won't!" Ryan said back and Jo could see his very hard cock move underneath him.

She stared at him for a moment, his arse cheek glowing red where she had spanked him. He was panting a little.

I feel... I feel.... So in control!

Jo didn't know what came over her, but she grabbed Ryan's arse cheeks, spread them open and shoved her tongue against his smooth, tight arsehole.

"Oooooh fuuuckk!" Ryan shouted out in pure shock with a hint of a moan.

"Fucking take it!" Jo shouted back and spanked him again.

She delved her tongue deep into his arse, pressing inside of her.

"Oh my god... that feels so good." Ryan panted back to her.

Jo revelled in that moment, spreading his arse cheeks further apart, she kept licking away at his little arsehole.

"Take it you fucking slut!" Jo shouted and spanked him.

"Oooh god!" Ryan moaned and squealed.

Jo ate his arse like she would die without it. Spreading her spit all over him, completely ignoring his cock that leaked beneath him.

"Oh my god... I can't believe you're rimming me." Ryan panted out.

"You belong to me now," Jo growled out, "You do what I fucking say, got it?!"

"Yes!" Ryan moaned when Jo's tongue went back to his arse, "I'll do whatever you want!"

She buried her face between his cheeks and kept licking and licking until he was just a moaning mess. Then, without any warning, Jo pushed a finger deep into his otherwise untouched arsehole.

"Fuuuck!" Ryan moaned in shock.

"That's it you little bitch, take my finger!" Jo moaned.

She pushed her finger until it was knuckle deep into his arse, then she slowly fingered the younger man.

"Oh god... that feels... so good." He moaned, clearly surprised with how good it was.

Jo loved having him panting for her, doing what she wanted.

She fingered him faster, until he started to squeal and moan like a slut.

"That's it you little fucking slut," Jo barked out, "You're going to do whatever I say for now on."

She thought back to when Ryan unknowingly licked her cum filled pussy, having this power over someone gave Jo a great sense of pleasure.

She pushed a second finger inside of him and watched his arsehole stretch and wrap around her.

"Oooh god that's tight." Ryan moaned.

"You can fucking take it!" Jo shot back.

She kept fingering him like that, on his hands and knees as he moaned and panted like a whore. Never once touching his cock that was leaking precum onto her sheets.

Until Jo needed more.

"Fucking lie down." She ordered and pulled her fingers.

He did as he was told, instantly.

God that feels good.

Jo sat her soaked pussy on top of his face and felt Ryan's tongue press against her drenched hole.

"That's it, eat my cunt bitch." Jo moaned and started to grind up and down on his face.

She was facing his cock that was begging for attention, but Jo had other ideas.

Not leaving his face, she reached into her drawer and pulled out her smallest dildo and some lube.

Time to really be the dominant for once, show this fucking brat whose in charge.

She rubbed her cunt up and down his face as she lubed up the small, black dildo. Gripping onto his legs, she spread them wider.

Then leaning forward, but keeping her soaked pussy on his face, and without any warning, Jo pushed the dildo deep into his tight, virgin arsehole.

"HMMMMM!!!" Ryan moaned as his arsehole stretched around the thicker toy.

Jo thought about when Neil forced that giant dildo into her arsehole, finally, someone else would know what that feels like.

Truthfully, this dildo was fucking tiny compared to that, it was only the width of three fingers, but it was the power that Jo was enjoying.

She rode his face, worried that she would suffocate him between her legs as she slowly fucking his arse with the dildo.

"Oh yeah, that's it you fucking slut, make me cum, make me fucking cum!" Jo moaned.

She watched the small dildo slide easier in and out of his arse and listening to his high pitched moans between her legs.

It was fucking amazing, Jo's entire body was tingling with pleasure as she rubbed her clit harder and harder, using his face for her own pleasure.

"Oh fuck... yes... I'm gonna cum you fucking whore! I'm fucking CUUMMINNNGGGG!!!" Jo roared and shoved the dildo as deep as possible inside of Ryan.

Her legs quivered around his head as her pussy gushed onto him.

"Fuuuuckk!" Jo kept panting as her orgasm shook her entire body.

She stayed on top of him for a few minutes like that, until she eventually pulled the dildo out of his arse.

"Right," Jo said, then went to the window and lit a cigarette, "You can go now."

"W-what?" Ryan asked, his face glistened with her cum.

"I've cum, you can go," She said without even looking at him, "I'll call you next time I need you."

Jo kept looking away for a second, but when she turned back she saw Ryan staring at her with his mouth wide open.

Yes, take control Jo.

"Oh, and no fucking cumming until I say so," She barked out at him, "You only cum when I decide."

She could see the confusion in Ryan's face, but his cock twitched when she gave him that order.

"O... okay." He replied.

"Good boy, go now." Jo said and looked back out of the window.

She didn't look back until she heard him leave and Jo had a huge smile on her face.

Finally, some fucking power.

That night, Jo lay in her bed, when she started to feel a little guilty.

I really treated and spoke to Ryan badly. Was I too harsh?

Then she started to think about everything that had been done to her, but that's not Ryan's fault, it was all my fault... but it felt so good to have power over someone, to make them mine.

Jo was in two minds but eventually, she managed to fall asleep.

When she woke up, Jo was still happy over the power shift with Ryan. And although she was incredibly horny, she didn't want to call him yet, she wanted to make him wait, see how obedient he was going to be for her.

Then, she went into her jeans pocket and pulled out Alexia's card.

It read:

"Alexia Green

Dancer

Castle Club"

Castle club? Jo thought to herself, that's the strip club a town away... no wonder she had so much cash.

Jo pondered on it for a minute, finally everything about Alexia started to make sense. Then, an idea came to Jo. An idea that she hated, but one she didn't think she could avoid.

Grabbing the phone, she dialled Alexia's number.

"Hello?" The beautiful woman's voice answered.

"Alexia, it's Jo." Jo replied.

"I was wondering when you would call," Alexia replied, "when do you want to meet up?"

"Soon," Jo said and took a deep breath, here I go, "I was wondering if you could get me a job where you work?"

"You want to be a stripper?" Alexia asked back.

No, I fucking don't.... but I need money. And a waitress job might just pay the bills, but it won't pay for the boob job I'm being forced to have.

"Yes, I do." Jo answered back to her.

"Fair enough," Alexia said, "I'll ask the boss but with a body like yours, I don't see why not."

"Thanks." Jo said.

They made plans to meet up again in a few days and Jo put the phone down.

She lit up a cigarette and looked out of the window.

Wife, mother, business owner.... Prostitute, waitress, stripper. Can I sink any lower than this?