Part 1:
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Brandon's friend stared at the half-naked slut standing next to them and grinned.
- I can't believe your dad actually hired a hooker. I don't know what to say, - with a shrug he said, looking at Brandon and continuing to drink beer.
- I said, get out. Now! – the son said loudly, looking sternly at the naked slut. Then he sighed, closing his eyes. – Look, ok, as we agreed yesterday, I'll pay you double, but leave me and my friend alone.
Barry stared blankly, still trying to figure out what had happened to her. She was confused, but still was thinking about herself as a man who had a lot of power and was a father of this brat.
- Hey! What the hell is happening here!? – she said in a feminine and high-pitched voice that made her freeze for a moment, not believing her ears.
- What? – Brandon and his friend looked at each other in surprise.
- Why the fuck are you talking to me like I'm a fucking whore, you little bastard?! – the words came out of her mouth on their own, sounded with a strong accent, which she had never used before. – I'm your fath... fath... - she stopped, realizing that she had not been able to finish the word "father".
- I didn't pay you a fucking dollar! – Brandon yelled. – You're leaving. Now!
- Fath... What the fuck?! – Barry didn't understand what was happening to her. – I'm Bar... Bar.. - again she could not finish the word, opening her mouth and blinking. – Barbara?... What?! What the hell's wrong with me?!
She stared at her hands and body again, then at her clothes on the sofa nearby with crumpled bills lying there. "Oh yeah, that idiot already paid for a whole night of fucking and I didn't even touch him." She smiled, and then quickly put on her black leather panties and a tight bra, while Brandon and his friend were drinking beer and kissed each other, not paying attention to the whore, who was supposed to be already gone.
When she was already in front of the door, she suddenly stopped and turned around. "What's going on? Why the hell am I doing this? It's my house!" Barry was angry at herself. "Damn it! And this little bastard is kissing his friend right in front of me!? I'll show him!" She walked quickly to a small yard outside, where Brandon was sitting.
- What the hell!? – the boy was surprised. – Didn't I tell you to leave?
Barry's heart pounded faster. She wanted to beat him up, but her body reacted in a completely different way. Her nipples became erect, her breathing quickened, and her legs trembled slightly, as she stood in front of two young guys. "Although, maybe they will fuck me?" The thought crossed her mind and her lips curved into a smile. "I would love to suck and lick their hard cocks... I'm so horny."