Wife and daughter forced to pay off husbands debts
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Gabriella sat at her dressing table. Before her were various bank statements, all over drawn, and half a dozen credit card statements, all max’d out. She sighed, folded them, and put them in the bin at her foot. Then she continued applying her make up. When she had finished she examined herself in the mirror. The false eyelashes definitely worked, she fluttered them a few times. The eye shadow dark and dusky, from the time she had lived in Paris. What she would give to still be there. She stood up, and picked up her knickers, stepped into them, she pulled them up, adjusting the gusset slightly. The black silk was flimsy, and minuscule. Next, lace topped, hold up stockings, six denier. She sat on the bed, and fastened the buckles on her heels. Eight inch Christian-Louboutin peep toed back heels. Her favourite. The red heel and sole shouted designer, expensive. She carefully stepped into her dress, a black velvet little black number, figure hugging, she picked up her clutch bag, and walked from the bedroom, into the lounge. The penthouse flat overlooked the sea. Frasier was on the deck, the light wind cool enough to raise goose bumps on her skin. “Zip me up honey,” she commanded him. She turned her back, and he did as she had asked. She adjusted her breast slightly, then turned to him “well, will I do?”
She saw him smile, his teeth white against his tan. “You look lovely, as ever.” He leant forward and kissed her cheek, careful not to smudge her carefully applied red lipstick.
“Come on,” he said, “time to get the show on the road. Can’t have the plebs thinking we’re skint, even though we are, that would never do. Anyway, I’m feeling lucky tonight!” He said in his public school accent.
The club occupied a spit of land, that jutted into the sea. A gothic pile, based on a Pugin design. No longer a family home, it was now a private members club, for those that could afford it. The polished wooden floors gleamed, the Persian rugs luxurious. Frasier ordered drinks, Glen Morangie for himself, a spritzer for her. They had barely tasted their drinks when they were joined by friends. Friends, a strange word for them. Her mother would have called them “fair-weather” friends, and only then if she was being uncharacteristically polite. There were five of them, all as Frasier was, wearing tuxedo’s. The women, in the uniform of little black dresses. They were either all doing very well, or like them putting on a brave face. She and Frasier couldn’t afford to be there, then again they couldn’t afford MacDonald’s.
The casino was quite, just a few members playing blackjack, or roulette. The guys moved to a private room, and played a few hands of poker, leaving the ladies to dance and chat. When she returned Frasier was losing, and losing heavily. Gabby stood and watched, but with a growing sense of despair. Jack was well up, taking money from everyone, but in Frasier’s case, money he didn’t have. Frasier owed money to them all, and a small fortune to Jack. They played another hand. “Look old man, you notes are all very well, you owe us all, but…….how can I put this…….” Jack let the thought hang.
“I see what you mean Jack, I really do. Look, I’ll put Gabby up as collateral, what do you say?”
Jack raised his eyebrows. Looked at Gabby, then back to Frasier. “You really must have a great hand there, alright, but you lose this hand, then that’s it. All on this hand,” he said.
Gabby knew she was lost. Frasier had gambled everything away, she’d spent as if money was no object. This was the end.
Frasier played, and as with everything, lost. She felt numb.
“Time to pay up Frasier, one way or another!” Jack said for them all.
Gabby knew there was no money. The car was about to be re possessed, the penthouse was rented furnished, they had one more month before the tenancy ended, money paid when times were good.
“Well Gabby?” Jack asked.
“Ok Jack, I’ll give you what you want,” Gabby said. She reached behind her, and unzipped her dress. She let it fall to the floor, and stepped out of it. Her bare breasts were firm and pert. She walked to the gaming table, and with a sweep of her hand, cleared it of cards and Frasier’s empty promises of payment. She lay on the table, ran a hand across her pussy. Frasier stood, as if to leave, but Gabby was ahead of him. “Don’t you fucking dare. You stay, over there, you sit and watch, and afterwards, there is no afterwards.”
Frasier slunk to the corner of the room, as his wife began to pay off the debt he had accrued that night. Five men, one woman. One very angry, but determined woman. They stood at first, not quite believing what was happening, or believing there luck. Then the inhibitions were gone. First one cock to suck, then another. Her knickers were pulled off, and hands were over her body, probing, then a tongue ran the length of her pussy. A hard stiff cock penetrated her, deep into her cunt, before rapidly fucking her, replaced by a second, then a third. The guys rotated, mouth to cunt. In between she kept them hard with her hands. Always busy. One laid on the table, and lifted her onto himself, he reached from behind her, and fondled her nipples, nipples so hard and erect they hurt. He lifted her again, then lowered her, only this time he penetrated her arse. His cock stretched her, it hurt, fucking hell it hurt, but the pain went, followed by intense pleasure. A cock, entered her cunt, and she was filled with lust. She fucked hard, moving her hips in time with the music that filled her. A cock in her mouth, all orifices filled. They all wanted to fuck her arse, she wanted them all to. She was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, which gleamed as it caught the light. One by one they came, spurting hot jets on come into her mouth. She tasted her medicine, it tasted good. Only Jack remained. He lifted her from the table, and handed her, her dress. She put it on, and picked her knickers up, and put them in her bag. He led her from the room, and out into the night. Gabby thought he was her knight in shinning armour. She was wrong. Frasier owed Jack, owed him big. Gabby would repay some of that debt. Gabby was taken to a flat, owned by Jack. She would whore for him, as the realisation that her life had changed dawned, Frasier’s ended, as four heavies heaved him off a cliff, into the sea below.
She saw him smile, his teeth white against his tan. “You look lovely, as ever.” He leant forward and kissed her cheek, careful not to smudge her carefully applied red lipstick.
“Come on,” he said, “time to get the show on the road. Can’t have the plebs thinking we’re skint, even though we are, that would never do. Anyway, I’m feeling lucky tonight!” He said in his public school accent.
The club occupied a spit of land, that jutted into the sea. A gothic pile, based on a Pugin design. No longer a family home, it was now a private members club, for those that could afford it. The polished wooden floors gleamed, the Persian rugs luxurious. Frasier ordered drinks, Glen Morangie for himself, a spritzer for her. They had barely tasted their drinks when they were joined by friends. Friends, a strange word for them. Her mother would have called them “fair-weather” friends, and only then if she was being uncharacteristically polite. There were five of them, all as Frasier was, wearing tuxedo’s. The women, in the uniform of little black dresses. They were either all doing very well, or like them putting on a brave face. She and Frasier couldn’t afford to be there, then again they couldn’t afford MacDonald’s.
The casino was quite, just a few members playing blackjack, or roulette. The guys moved to a private room, and played a few hands of poker, leaving the ladies to dance and chat. When she returned Frasier was losing, and losing heavily. Gabby stood and watched, but with a growing sense of despair. Jack was well up, taking money from everyone, but in Frasier’s case, money he didn’t have. Frasier owed money to them all, and a small fortune to Jack. They played another hand. “Look old man, you notes are all very well, you owe us all, but…….how can I put this…….” Jack let the thought hang.
“I see what you mean Jack, I really do. Look, I’ll put Gabby up as collateral, what do you say?”
Jack raised his eyebrows. Looked at Gabby, then back to Frasier. “You really must have a great hand there, alright, but you lose this hand, then that’s it. All on this hand,” he said.
Gabby knew she was lost. Frasier had gambled everything away, she’d spent as if money was no object. This was the end.
Frasier played, and as with everything, lost. She felt numb.
“Time to pay up Frasier, one way or another!” Jack said for them all.
Gabby knew there was no money. The car was about to be re possessed, the penthouse was rented furnished, they had one more month before the tenancy ended, money paid when times were good.
“Well Gabby?” Jack asked.
“Ok Jack, I’ll give you what you want,” Gabby said. She reached behind her, and unzipped her dress. She let it fall to the floor, and stepped out of it. Her bare breasts were firm and pert. She walked to the gaming table, and with a sweep of her hand, cleared it of cards and Frasier’s empty promises of payment. She lay on the table, ran a hand across her pussy. Frasier stood, as if to leave, but Gabby was ahead of him. “Don’t you fucking dare. You stay, over there, you sit and watch, and afterwards, there is no afterwards.”
Frasier slunk to the corner of the room, as his wife began to pay off the debt he had accrued that night. Five men, one woman. One very angry, but determined woman. They stood at first, not quite believing what was happening, or believing there luck. Then the inhibitions were gone. First one cock to suck, then another. Her knickers were pulled off, and hands were over her body, probing, then a tongue ran the length of her pussy. A hard stiff cock penetrated her, deep into her cunt, before rapidly fucking her, replaced by a second, then a third. The guys rotated, mouth to cunt. In between she kept them hard with her hands. Always busy. One laid on the table, and lifted her onto himself, he reached from behind her, and fondled her nipples, nipples so hard and erect they hurt. He lifted her again, then lowered her, only this time he penetrated her arse. His cock stretched her, it hurt, fucking hell it hurt, but the pain went, followed by intense pleasure. A cock, entered her cunt, and she was filled with lust. She fucked hard, moving her hips in time with the music that filled her. A cock in her mouth, all orifices filled. They all wanted to fuck her arse, she wanted them all to. She was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, which gleamed as it caught the light. One by one they came, spurting hot jets on come into her mouth. She tasted her medicine, it tasted good. Only Jack remained. He lifted her from the table, and handed her, her dress. She put it on, and picked her knickers up, and put them in her bag. He led her from the room, and out into the night. Gabby thought he was her knight in shinning armour. She was wrong. Frasier owed Jack, owed him big. Gabby would repay some of that debt. Gabby was taken to a flat, owned by Jack. She would whore for him, as the realisation that her life had changed dawned, Frasier’s ended, as four heavies heaved him off a cliff, into the sea below.
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