Hot Mom An Uber Driving SlutChapter 11
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Three Weeks Later - April 6th, 2019
(Several Weeks After The Prologue (Chapter One)
(Savannah has moved in with Melanie and Brock)
It’s been three weeks since Savannah moved in with Brock and Melanie. Savannah and Melanie have been stripping and driving Uber almost every day since then.
The girls had settled into a daily pattern of sex and humiliation at Melanie’s trailer. Savannah only worked the motel when she stubbornly refused to obey her brothers.
Savannah and Melanie worked dayshift five days a week at the Landing Strip. In the evening they usually drove for Uber together driving men crazy as slutty mother and daughter. They made much more money turning tricks than they did actual giving rides. They had collected a number of regular customers and had started inviting them to the trailer for in-call sessions.
Savannah had much more fun with Melanie and Brock. It felt like a home to her there. They cared about her and that was strange at first but Savannah really liked it. Melanie found an ally in Savannah and the two of them dared each other to go further and further in the most provocative of ways. They also bonded over their shared humiliations they received from the guys. The ability to tease one another and laugh about what they were doing made it much easier for them to cope with it.
The only time Savannah ever returned to her parent’s trailer was when her brothers wanted her for themselves. Danny Lee’s trailer was just an empty shell to store motorcycle parts and get high.
The guys came over usually once a day but didn’t come over as often anymore now that they were part of their Father’s motorcycle club. They had been initiated in as prospects and were expected to run errands and handle small jobs for their father. They were learning to ride motorcycles and maintain them at a garage near the strip club downtown.
They left Brock in charge of managing things at the house. At first, they had done that as a joke. They didn’t think Brock could handle any their rambunctious Sister. The guys weren’t sure if it was Melanie’s willingness to obey their orders that influenced Savannah but she was a lot more compliant when she stayed with Brock and his mother. Melanie and Savannah also made a lot of money for them turning tricks.
The guys had made a lot of arbitrary and often conflicting rules over the last six months. Brock knew all of the rules and worked out the ones the guys expected to be enforced. These were rules like the girls had to be naked or in lingerie at home. If the guys came over and the girls were in ordinary street clothes there would be hell to pay. Brock’s solution had been to get rid of anything resembling ordinary clothes for the girls and leave them with only the sluttiest of attire.
Melanie had helped by not challenging her son or second guessing him. The only time she did was when he was too lenient on them and that was for his own good.
As an example, It was 11am on a Saturday and Melanie and Savannah were behind the trailer on old rickety beach chairs. Billy had stolen them an extra one. On sunny days, the guys expected them to tan outside every day just like this.
They were completely naked with their legs spread wide enough that the old man in the trailer behind theirs could see their spread pussy and assholes.
“Is this okay Brock?” Melanie asked her son if her legs were wide enough as she laid back fully exposed to take in an hour of sun.
Brock turned to the window across from their trailer and held up his thumb to see if the stone faced old man agreed the ladies were showing enough pink today. Mr. Eldridge didn’t react at all.
“Don’t forget to handcuff us, Brock” Melanie reminded him that one of the new rules was that their wrists had to be individually cuffed above their heads while they laid out.
Damien created that rule when he wanted to do a particular science experiment on the girls. Damien had broken off a small piece of Alka-Seltzer. He ordered them to lay out naked with their legs. He put one tab in their pussies to see what would happen. The seltzer began to fizz and foam up. It resulted in uncontrollable orgasms for both girls but they both started frigging themselves wildly.
Damien repeated the experiment by cuffing their hands above their heads and then putting a broken piece in their assholes. He wasn’t as impressed with the results but he liked how the girls looked so vulnerable cuffed to the beach chairs.
“Brock, I want them like this every day! That way they can’t play with their pussies!” he got off on keeping his sister powerless and humiliated even more than Billy.
Savannah wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her complain about the new rule. She pretended to like it because it meant her arms got tan.
The only reason their legs weren’t cuffed was because Damien hadn’t ordered them to be.
“Put your hands above your heads,” Brock told both girls with a sigh. They obliged him by obediently spreading their arms above their heads. He handcuffed their wrists individually to the back of their sun-chairs so that they were helpless.
“How are we ever going to get our asses tanned laying on our backs every day?” Savannah complained. She could complain to Brock and frequently did but she almost always reluctantly obeyed him. She enjoyed provoking him into putting his foot down with her.
“I’d imagine you’d get it tanned with a paddle applied directly to your ass,” Brock teased her. He had grown in confidence being able to boss the girl’s around. He wasn’t devious and cruel like the other boys. Brock got off on the attention they gave him and willingness to humiliate themselves though. Brock felt like if he didn’t enforce the rules then someone else would be chosen to enforce them. They would not do it as fairly and evenly as he would. He felt his mom would suffer and so would Savannah. It also helped him cope with any guilt because he was enjoying this situation. He didn’t feel like he was the one forcing them into it. He also knew that whether they admitted it or not Melanie and Savannah often reveled in this strange erotic adventure.
He didn’t understand why but he liked it! It made it easier to be their caretaker.
Even if he thought the rule was pretty excessive he would dutifully carry it out. He didn’t feel leaving his mother and girlfriend handcuffed outside to a beach chair was because even though Savannah complained, she secretly seemed to enjoy it. No harm came to the girls. They had to endure a little sunburn, be gawked at our even groped by strangers.
“Why do we have to be handcuffed, Brock?” Savannah stretched her toes. “You trust us to keep our legs spread without tying them. Why don’t you trust us to keep our hands away from our pussies?” Savannah pouted.
“Damien didn’t make a rule about your legs being tied up but if he catches you with them closed I am sure you’ll have your ankles tied to the end of the chair as well,” Brock chuckled. He knew Savannah pouting for sympathy was an act.
“The guys are at some Harley weekend with Dad. They won’t be back! Can you just make an exception this one time?” Savannah pleaded as she twisted her hands in the cuff to test her ability to wriggle out of them.
Brock squeezed the cuffs around her wrists to make them tighter. Brock knew that If Savannah really didn’t want to do this she could have always refused to be handcuffed in the first place. She enjoyed being a stubborn smart ass with him. Her brothers would have smacked the shit out of her by now for playing with them.
“They may come home early or the guys may send over a neighbor to check on you. This is for your own good,” Brock told her.
“Thank you Brock! You are right!” Melanie smiled proudly at her son for standing his ground.
“Oh, you are such a kiss-ass,” Savannah said to Melanie with a lemony expression.
“Yep, I’ve kissed Brock’s ass, your ass, the neighbor’s ass, if there is an ass that needs kissing I’ll pucker up and put on a fresh coat of lipstick,” Melanie smiled and roleplayed her dimwitted bimbo persona.
“Fine, for our own good,” Savannah shrugged that she’d accept the handcuffs for now. She asked “How are we supposed to apply suntan lotion like this?”
Savannah had been under the same discipline as Brock Mother’s since she arrived but the two women approached it much differently. Savannah didn’t always act like a smart ass masochist and Melanie wasn’t always a bubble-headed nymphomaniac, but it made things interesting for Brock when they were.
Brock set a bottle of lotion on a plastic table between the women and told them they could beg whoever happens to walk by to apply it to them just like they had every day since the rule became a rule. Savannah’s smart-assed humor had rubbed off on him since he started bossing them around.
Savannah sighed and begged him to be the one to rub them down. Brock assured them he’d come back and check on them and apply lotion if no one took the bait. Savannah signed again because she’d rather Brock touches her body.
Brock would have liked to as well but he was following his interpretation of one of the rules the boy’s made a few weeks ago about who should rub lotion on them. Billy had originally thought if he set the girls out like bait they could make a little money sucking cocks in the backyard when strangers came over to talk to them. Most of the people in the trailer park were too shy to take the offer but it never stopped the girls from asking to give one of them a blowjob in exchange for a twenty dollar tip.
Brock was expected to defer to Billy, Damien and Elbert when they were around. Danny didn’t care what they did with Savannah or Melanie as long as the girls produced for him and they had.
The guys were pleasantly surprised Brock had grown a spine. They teased him a lot less now. He wasn’t one of them but he was definitely a step above Melanie and Savannah in the hierarchy.
The guys enjoyed watching him punish the girls. They felt it added additional humiliation to Savannah and Melanie to be punished by such a wimpy push-over of a kid.
It was during those times Brock would hide the goofy grin on his face and pretend he wasn’t roleplaying the wicked bully that held all the cards.
Right now it was just the three of them so he was a little more jovial with the girls.
“Oh great, so our choices are the spunkmaster general hiding in the bush over there,” Savannah indicated a dirty old pervert who was watching behind a bush before nodding to Mr. Eldridge “Or the old man who might have had a heart attack and died for all we know in the window over there?”
“Mr. Jenkins, do you want to come out and rub lotion on my mom and girlfriend?” Brock called out the masturbator in the bushes by name.
Jenkins was one of three regulars who knew the girls were now sunbathing naked and regularly watched them.
“What kind of lotion?” Jenkins asked reluctantly as he hid in the bush.
“The kind in your dick or the kind in this bottle as long as I don’t burn my fucking vagina off!” Savannah demanded rudely.
Mr. Jenkins stood up. He was tall, grubby and looked like a total pervert. He had on long shorts and a tank top. He looked like the kind of guy that would be arrested on the TV show COPS for doing something stupid in Florida. His dick was hanging out of his shorts.
“You don’t mind?” he asked as he picked up the lotion.
“We told you we don’t mind every time you do this,” Melanie reminded him as he began to apply lotion to her. “Just spread it around all over and not just on my tits, please!” she said.
Brock went inside. He knew Jenkins was relatively harmless. He’d probably put his droopy dick in their mouths while he was rubbing them down but the girls had much worse the night before. They worked a gang bang after their shift at the strip club with some rich guys that were friends of the motorcycle club.
Melanie and Savannah were both considered “Bunnies” now in the Warlocks. They had Warlock tattoos on their left tits just like Savannah’s mom and any of the other girls who had also been initiated into the club. It had been a tradition for decades in this particular chapter of the Warlocks.
Bunnies are passed around and fucked for a few years before they are eligible to become someone’s old lady. Old Ladies will be fucked by every member of the club during an even more grueling and humiliating initiation before they will be accepted as one of the top ranking bitches in the club. Women like that have proven a level of loyalty to the club after that which will never be questioned again.
Billy and Damien were prospects. Elbert was the first black member of the local chapter they had ever had. He had the word “NIGGER” proudly displayed on his prospect patch. They had been able to afford motorcycles with the money that Savannah and Melanie made stripping and turning tricks.
Melanie often took Savannah with her when she drove Uber. She pretended Savannah was her horny slut of a daughter.
“Is my daughter showing you her tits? Savannah! I told you not to flirt with the customers! I am so sorry about that, Sir” she’d say.
Savannah would insist that it was her mother who was the slut and mention that she sucked the last guy she picked up’s cock.
“Don’t tell this guy that! He may think we are total whores!” Melanie would tease Savannah.
It was about that point that Savannah would say that they were and ask the guy which one of them had prettier knockers. If showing their tits to him and asking him to judge didn’t peak his interest they would drop him off and move on to the next guy. Usually, they’d end up double teaming the guy and making more money than if Melanie worked the shift by herself.
They had a lot of regulars down by the Denny’s next to the airport who waited for them every day. Melanie’s regulars would request a ride to the other side the street and tip them fifty bucks to a hundred dollars in cash for their personal services.
That would be later today. Right now they were handcuffed naked to beach chairs with their legs spread while a pervert drooled over them in a trailer park.
“I wanted to thank you for being my son’s girlfriend,” Melanie said. She didn’t care if Jenkins overheard her.
“Is that what I am? I thought I was his bitch,” Savannah joked back.
“You are both! I am his mom and his bitch,” Melanie agreed. She said that she appreciated Savannah going along with following Brock’s orders. “It has really given him a lot of confidence, and he has matured so much!” she said.
“Technically, I have to do what he tells me,” Savannah stared ahead in the sun while the dirty old man touched Melanie’s tits and diddled her clit.
“Yeah, but if you were disobedient then the guys would take that power away from him. You know it is a game to him, right? Brock Isn’t cruel.
“You could have fooled me. Brock twisted my nipples and pulled them so hard I thought they would fall off! Then he stuck his foot up my ass! His entire foot!” Savannah complained with her eyes almost as wide as her asshole had been.
“You know he is just following the guy’s rules literally. They told him to snap a foot off in our ass,” Melanie was an apologist for her son’s often rigid interpretation of the Damien and Billy’s instructions.
“Trust me, he got off on it!” Savannah assured her that Brock had enjoyed Savannah’s lemony reaction to getting her nipples twisted and her asshole stretched out.
“I would rather Brock enjoy what he has to make us do then cry and feel guilty about it. If he gets off on kicking your ass then let him have his fun. You are going to get it kicked anyway. If he didn’t do it then they’d probably just kick his ass the same way,” Melanie reminded her.
“How do we know Brock wouldn’t get off on having his ass kicked?” Savannah offered with a wry grin.
Jenkins liked eavesdropping on their wicked conversations. The women often commiserated about their shared experiences. His dick was getting hard and dripping cum on the girl’s bellies.
“Oh, pish-tosh. You protest a little too much! You loved every minute of what he did to you last night! I saw the look on your face!” Melanie playfully accused Savannah of getting off on this rough treatment and especially when it was delivered by Brock.
The guys originally had been trying to enhance their humiliation by having them whipped into obedience by an unassuming, boyish nerd. Melanie and Savannah had grown to like it when Brock punished them and perhaps it was because of the extra degradation and humiliation they craved or perhaps because they just like Brock. It really didn’t matter the reasons they liked it. Savannah was just blowing off steam and complaining to be complaining and Melanie knew that.
They had both been through so much in the last weeks that they both had a healthy respect for each other’s ability to absorb pain, consume cum and ride dick. They both got off on being made to do the most degrading and humiliating things.
“What did you tell me the first night you met me? Pretend you love it because they’ll just make you do it anyway?” Savannah chuckled.
“Oh you were PRETENDING to love getting pissed on last night in behind the Dumpster at the motel?” Melanie reminded her about how the men at last night’s gang bang washed their cunts and asses after they were done using them.
“I don’t love ALL the bruises and all the cruel shit they put me through but yeah, sometimes I don’t know if I am pretending to love it or I really get off some of the rough stuff,” Savannah admitted.
“As long as you get off on it,” Melanie agreed with the sentiment.
“I dunno, some days I would like to just put on baggy pajamas, close my legs, and not have to be tied up and touched by weirdos,” Savannah said as she looked up at Jenkins and added “No offense Jenkins!”
She meant to offend Jenkins but he didn’t care. He was jabbing his stubby lotioned fingers up her butthole.
Savannah didn’t unclench to make it easy for him but she didn’t close her legs either.
“I think my stanky butthole has enough lotion. How about my legs now?” she asked him nicely.
“You would be bored if you had a day off from this,” Melanie was thrilled by the constant humiliation. It was like a new adventure every day.
“True,” Savannah agreed with Melanie. “Do you think Brock would let us have a day off if we asked him nicely though?” she asked.
“It really isn’t up to Brock. He just babysits us. I doubt your Dad would let us get a rest day. unless it was in jail or the hospital”
“Yeah, Dad would probably be pissed that we are letting Jenkins cop a feel as a freebie! You got any money, Jenkins?” Savannah asked him as she squinted. She couldn’t use her hands to shield her eyes as she looked up at him.
“Nope,” the creepy older man said.
“Then stop dangling your dick on my face,” Savannah smirked sourly.
“She is just being mean,” Melanie smiled at Jenkins and told him he could drag his hanging penis across her face if he wanted. Jenkins gladly obliged.
The two women stuck their tongues out at one another. They had developed a strong relationship by bonding through their shared humiliations.
“I wish you were my mom, sometimes” Savannah smiled at Melanie.
Melanie was extremely flattered. She didn’t want to denigrate Tanya even though every time she saw Savannah’s biological mother Tanya made fun of her. Tanya was too used up and worn out to work at the strip club. She worked full time at the motel now.
“Thank you Savannah! That means a lot! Maybe one day you will be my real life daughter in law,” Melanie said enthusiastically. It would have seemed sweet if Jenkins hadn’t just drug the tip of his dick across her upper lip while she said it.
“Me? Get married? Not fucking likely,” Savannah vowed.
“You never know,” Melanie said that Brock might get patched into the club.
“Melanie I love you like a mother but sometimes you really are a dumb blonde bimbo,” Savannah laughed hysterically at the notion that Brock would ever meet the qualifications to be a prospect in her family’s motorcycle club.
“They’d let him ride a moped or something, wouldn’t they?” Melanie joked.
“I’m just happy to be a pass-around bunny! I’d always dreamed of being accepted into the club when I was little. My mom used to bring over all the cute new bunnies after their initiation. They practically raised me while she and my father were out raising hell,” she said gratefully.
Melanie and her were both considered Bunnies within the Warlock’s chapter. It was a position usually designated for single women in their twenties but they made an exception for Melanie.
“I didn’t think I’d pass the initiation but after a week living with you it was a piece of cake,” Melanie said.
The club had a humiliating hazing ritual to initiate a bunny that included fucking every member of the club. Savannah passed with flying colors and asked for more when it was over.
“You are a tough cunt. You could have done it without me,” Melanie complimented her.
Savannah didn’t take compliments well. It triggered an instinct deep and dark inside of her psyche that told her the person didn’t really mean it. They just wanted something for her. She had to accept that Brock and Melanie were different and they both liked her. They both loved her very much but Savannah wasn’t ready to even consider that possibility. She would first need to come to grips with being worthy enough to be liked.
“I’ll end up the old lady of whoever my dad decides to give me to when I’ve earned the right,” Savannah said. Once a Bunny does her time serving the club she goes through another initiation involving fucking every member of the club. It is far more grueling and brutal. A worthy member of the club picks her as his old lady and she belongs to him. She still serves the club but it is a far more respected station than a bunny.
“Yeah, I guess I will be someone’s old lady too?” Melanie didn’t like that aspect of things. She liked being owned by Billy, Damien, Elbert and now her son. “Do you think they will let me have more than one old man?” she chuckled.
“If you get the right to serve the club as someone’s old lady you better not joke with my dad about that. You are their property now. You will belong to whoever he decides. You don’t have any say in it, Melanie,” Savannah said seriously. She wanted to smack Jenkin’s dick because he kept bopping it into the side of her face while he put lotion on her. She couldn’t do anything about it because she was handcuffed to the beach chair.
“Yeah, trust me. I’ve got the tattoo to remind me every day of whose bread I need to butter from now on,” Melanie looked down at the Phoenix with a buzzard head tattoo displayed on her breast.
“Mmm, bread and butter! Wouldn’t’ that be nice?” Savannah asked as she let the man rub her tits down. She was hungry.
“With or without a wad of cum on it?” Melanie smirked.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I am hungry,” Savannah said fearlessly that she’d eat whatever was sitting out on the top of it.
Melanie would have ate a big wad of cum on bread too. Melanie thought about begging Jenkins to hang his floppy dick in her mouth. She knew he was going to do a piss-poor job of lotioning them up as he always did anyway. She could at least have a little suck while she waited for her son to uncuff her.
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