I'm sitting at my desk writing. I know there are a dozen other things I SHOULD be doing IRL right now but I got hijacked by one of my story characters at 4am this morning. They've just led me down a path I don't know if I want to travel and I need SoL reader opinions. It doesn't even matter if you've never touched my story!
The following is a raw draft of a few paragraphs I wrote and it's kind of dark. Concerning, may be a more apt description. Leave it in or lighten the mood? Please help, SoL readers!
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"What do you think her price is, then? Would she want a new wardrobe, a computer, maybe even a car?" Brian asked, trying to gauge the cost of including Emily in the amended rules.
"College," Amanda said in a single word before continuing. "She's flunking out of school and it's mostly my fault. I accept that, but it doesn't change the fact that she's super smart and she's getting ready to fuck her whole life up by following my example. If she was motivated and didn't have to worry about how she was going to pay for college, I think she'd do just about anything, including getting good grades for her last two years at high school. She might even enjoy some of it. Last month, we talked about getting her on stage with me at a strip club, if that gives you any indication of where her mind's at, daddy," Amanda admitted with a blush.
"I see," Brian said calmly while feeling anything but calm inside. His first thought was the fifty to a hundred thousand dollar price tag that came with a college education. "When you say college, are you talking about those party schools rich parents send their kids, or a school that takes education and career seriously without the exorbitant price tag?"
"It wouldn't have to be an Ivy League school, daddy. Just one that would provide a REAL degree in a REAL field of study. Something that would be useful to a career and not a degree in women's studies or some shit like that, that'd never help her do anything useful with her life."
"Do you consider a community college a real college?" Brian wondered aloud.
"If they're accredited, sure! But even that is never going to happen without someone like you helping. And even then, April is… resistant. She WANTS to be like me. She LIKES hurting others and messing with their lives. And I made her that way. Tough Love was supposed to show her that there's another way. Maybe I need it more than her or maybe it's too late for her already, but it seems to me that she's not getting as much out of this as I am. I'd hoped she would. I'd hoped…" Amanda stopped. Brian could see that his stepdaughter was actually getting truly emotional.
"I understand, Amanda. I really do," Brian said gently, using Amanda's real name - a fact that didn't escape her attention despite her emotional state. "What about you? What is YOUR price?"
"I'm good at sex. Fucking is the ONLY thing I can do well. I can deep throat any size cock and take big old fat schlongs in my ass. I've been in orgies with guys, girls, whatever. And I've done the slave and master thing too. I was good at that. I'm good at following instructions when I get into the right mindset, ya know? Unfortunately those skills don't translate too well to a decent profession. Unless you call whoring a 'decent' profession," Amanda laughed dryly. "You want to know something funny? I've never actually BEEN a whore before, either, daddy. I mean not in the sense of fucking for money. I use relationships to get what I want, not strangers." Strangers are for shitting on and stealing from. So what do I want? I want Emily to be nothing like I turned out."
"And if I said I could figure this all out for you? Would you be in? Would you do your part to force Emily to do what was best for her too or would you quit when it got too hard?" Brian asked earnestly.
"Look, Brian. I can see that you're not screwing with me. I will do whatever I need to, to give Emily another chance. I'd dance naked on the front porch of the White House and screw every Secret Service agent that would have me if that would guarantee Emily's future. Lets not bullshit each other here. Can you save Emily from becoming me or not? If you doubt yourself, I'll know it. It's the only other thing I'm good at." Amanda glared at Brian, daring him to disagree with her.
"And how long would you agree to stay in service to me as a fuck slut bondage whore if I CAN save Emily? Don't you care about having a life of your own at all?" Brian did challenge Amanda.
"If this house was burning to the ground and I knew Emily was inside, I'd run in without a thought for my own safety. If it was you or mom? Probably not. I'm still a selfish cunt but at least I know what I am. I'd love to be something other than what I am and if you can change me, I'm all yours for as long as it takes. But Emily is my immediate priority, okay?"