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| - | '''Random Adventures - Mama's House Bitch'''
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| - | '''Part 1: The Card Game'''
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| - | '''Introduction:'''
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| - | Your name is Claire, a promising saleswoman in your late twenties. Getting along with just about anyone is just your style, and you have a great ass to go with it. Your thighs have a little thickness to them ending in a perfectly shaped, toned, athletic ass that with a small bounce gets more sells than anything else when you put on a tight pencil skirt. Not that you'd ever let anyone have it. You have medium length blonde hair that you keep up in a ponytail while at work to stay professional and glasses you don't need to complete the look. Your skin is slightly tan and perfectly soft, the right touch on a potential buyer's arm nets almost as much sells as when they stare at your ass. To completely your perfect barbie-blonde look you have some rather impressive busty all-natural tits. They are not as firm as fake ones of the same size, but that doesn't really seem to matter to your customers. You do your best to only show a professional amount of cleavage but you do make a habit to bend forward a lot.
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| - | '''The Story:'''
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| - | While you're a great saleswoman for your company, sometimes you overreach. This time, you've overreached too far. You've done something illegal and you've been found out. You sit in your office pacing back and forth while a cop is on their way to investigate a claim filed by a customer you've screwed over with a sale for profit. The incident in itself isn't that bad, but if the cop opens up an investigation there is enough stuff in all of you accounts to put you in jail for quite some time. You've had a good life skimming money off of your clients, none of which seemed to notice so why stop? You've never had a reason until now.
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| - | You wouldn't do well in jail, you just know it. You are used to the good life. You can't help but keep wondering what the hell you going to do? You've done all the last minute hiding that you can but you know it isn't going to work. Five minutes looking over your sales by someone looking for something illegal will find you out. Eventually you hear the cop arrive outside your office and start talking to your secretary. The two sit down at your secretary's computer and you can hear them going through your files with the cop asking all the right questions. You find yourself too afraid to come out of your office, pacing back and forth before you finally sit down in your chair and wait. If she finds anything at all she'll be in here in no time.
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| - | About five minutes later the cop walks in, a woman your age with darker skin, long, thick, darker brunette hair around her shoulders and an extremely toned and busty body. As a lesbian you'd take a go at her any day of the week. But that isn't what makes your eyes go wide with a sudden chance at redemption. "Amber?" You say surprised, standing up from your chair in shock.
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| - | The cop looks over at you and gives you a grin, closing the door behind her as she walks in. "Claire, it has been a long time. When we the last time we saw each other? Highschool?" She says in recognition.
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| - | You nod quickly, not giving her a hug but walking a little out from behind your desk. The two of you were close back in your grade-school days, but never really on hugging terms. The two of you were always less girly than most of the other girls. It kind of makes sense that she turned out to be a cop. And wow, she looks so confident! Is she happy to see you? Can you talk your way out of this with her? The two of you have a little small talk, Chloe pacing around with a big smile on her face. As soon as you try to steer the conversation towards a way out Amber immediately stops you. "Stop, Claire. You are in big trouble here."
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| - | You feel your heart drop and find yourself hanging your head a bit. "Yeah." You admit, frowning. Damn, well there wasn't much of a chance in the first place was there?
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| - | Amber stops and regards you then, her grin coming back. "But we go way back, don't we?" She says making you pick your head up and look to her with hope. Is this really happening? Amber sees the new hope in your eyes and takes it as a cue to continue. You can't help but realize how muscular and toned she is. She is kind of hot, although a little hood for your taste. "Listen," She starts again, locking the door and stepping over to your desk talking a little softer. "Might be I can get you out of this. If I report back that I didn't find anything, chances are pretty good this will all go away. Assuming you stop doing whatever illegal shit you are doing." She finishes, giving you a hard stare.
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| - | "Of course!" You blurt out, stepping closer to her. "I'm done. You can believe me! I knew you'd help me out Amber." You give a smile for the first time today putting a hand on her arm, but you can tell as a saleswoman that she has a condition. Anything she says is surely better than jail though, right? And she does seem to like being close to you. She was definitely looking at your tits earlier.
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| - | Amber just gives you that grin of hers back. The two of you perfectly understand the situation. "Way I see it," She begins, "All of this will net you 5-10 years in jail, easy. And that is with a lenient judge. Not to mention you'd never find a job in the industry again. Turns out that I just might have an alternative. Something that will only take you a month. Of course it'll be much worse than jail. But you'll be out and home free after that month with nothing on your record. Oh, and it is definitely illegal. But I get the feeling that doesn't bother you too much."
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| - | You try not to seem too eager, but this is too good of a deal to pass up. "I'll take it! I can't think of what you have that could be worse than jail, but if I have to endure it for just a month I'll survive. What do you want me to do?" You say, gripping her arm a little more.
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| - | Shaking her head slightly, Amber just grins again. "You ain't going to like it, I wouldn't be so excited if I were you. I have an... acquaintance. She goes by 'Mama'. She lives way out on the edge of town with a small family. A sister and a daughter I think. Maybe more. Anyways, she has let the word out that she is in the market for a new... pet. Just for a month. I didn't ask what happened to the last one. Normally I wouldn't mention it, but since you are a lesbian... I thought you might prefer it to jail. Her daughter is pretty hot if that is any consolation."
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| - | You just blink, pulling your hand back with your face paling. "A... pet. To this... 'Mama'." You say, tone a little defeated. That sounds absolutely horrible. Amber just grins letting you think on it. This sounds really bad. But worse than jail? And it is off the books... You take a deep breath. You don't like it but your options are clear. Being a sugar mama to this 'Mama' person couldn't be that bad, could it? You curse slightly knowing you are just being naive. This is too shady. This will likely be the worst month of your life. But you don't have another choice. "And I'll be out in a month, guaranteed?" You ask, watching Amber grin again.
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| - | "Of course. I'll show up myself and makes sure she gives you up. All you gotta do is tell everyone you are going out of town for a business trip. Be vague. Make it where no one knows where you went, but aren't surprised you are missing." She says, then looks at your reaction. You are still pale, biting your lip, but you don't say anything. You have to do this and you know it. Amber just grins again. "I'll come by your place later today after dinner. If you are there, we'll start your month with Mama. If not, I'm going to have to report all of this to the precinct. Got it?"
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| - | You just nod slowly in acceptance. Amber has you right where she wants you, the blackmailing bitch. You realize that is what this is now. She is blackmailing you. But that doesn't change anything. You still have to do what she says. Which is why by 6pm that night you've let the appropriate people know that you'll be gone on a business trip and find yourself waiting outside for Amber to pick you up. You are surprised when she picks you up in her police cruiser and the two of you don't say much on the drive. Amber ends up taking you way out into a ghetto on the far side of town, a place pretty much no one with any sense goes. You end up at a large junky piece of property with some land behind it, piles of trash and old metal scattered all over. Amber and you step out of the car then, and you find yourself calming your nerves and bringing out your confidence. You've made a million sales with high stakes, you can sell yourself. And in one month you are going to get the fuck out of here.
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| - | A large black women steps out of the house after a few minutes and you immediately dishearten in disgust. This woman is rancid. She is tall and chubby on the verge of fat. Her thighs and ass are past busty into flabby and her old busty tits twice the size of yours are practically hanging to her stomach. Her face is worse; cruel, old, and with big fat lips and random horrid bumps that make you shiver in disgust. To your surprise she comes out with a shotgun and points it at the two of you. "Wha' da' fuck you want, pig?" She snarls. Damn this woman is something else.
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| - | Amber steps forward, not scared by the gun at the least. You can't help but watch her cop uniform hug her muscled form perfectly. "I heard on the street you were looking for a new pet. I figured I'd offer you one as a peace offering from the police department. There is no reason we shouldn't work together.
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| - | You just look at Amber going pale again. You are a peace offering? She didn't say anything about that! And what about the month? This bitch better not double cross you! You start to step forward but Amber turns back to look at you, that big grin on her face. You stop as she winks at you then looks back to Mama. "Only catch is, you can only have her for a month. She has agreed to do anything you say for that time period." Mama just looks past Amber to you, a disgusting frown on her face but she doesn't say anything and doesn't drop her weapon. "Well, whether you agree or not, she is all yours." Amber says, walking back to shove you forward. "I'll be back in a month." She says then, turning back to the cruiser.
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| - | Chills run down your spine as you just stand there scared out of your mind. No. You can do this. You've dealt with worse than Mama. "Wait." Mama says, her hideous yet amused voice finally carrying across the yard. "Strip ya blonde bitch." She barks.
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| - | You hesitate for only a moment. You'll get on Mama's good side, just let Amber see. You just nod and strip down all the way with more hesitation showing Mama your perfect thick hips and shapely ass and thigh gap along with your busty tits and perfect blonde hair.
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| - | "Handcuff da' cunt." Mama says again, pointing with her shotgun. You just keep eye contact with Mama as Amber walks back and takes out her handcuffs. She roughly pulls your wrists behind your back and cuffs you. "Na come here." Mama spits. You ignore Amber and walk across the yard, only wincing slightly as you step on random pieces of trash and metal. You get a small chill as the light of the police car fades as Amber drives away. One month. You got this. When you finally get close to Mama she steps forward and grabs you by the ponytail hand and practically drags you off your feet. You do your best not to make any noise determining not to let her scare you. Mama regards you then, her fat ugly face inches from yours.
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| - | '''...'''
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| - | '''Mama decides your fate.'''
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| - | *[[VRX 9000: Sex Games / Mama's Pick 1 (1). ]]
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| - | *[[VRX 9000: Sex Games / Mama's Pick 2 (2). ]]
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