Chapter 1

March 18^th, 2019
(The Prologue – Melanie and Savannah’s first day together)

Jessie’s Girl was playing on the car radio when the Man opened the door to get into the Uber he had called. He was surprised to see what appeared to him like a slutty mother and her equally slutty daughter.

“It’s Take Your Pain in the Ass to Work Day, today” Melanie flashed a pretty smile to explain why her daughter was in the car as she looked apologetically over her shoulder at her passenger. Her daughter Savannah sighed and protested, but the Man barely noticed Melanie’s sweet sarcastic excuse for why her teenage daughter was in the car. He wanted to get to his hotel, and he didn’t usually talk to Uber drivers.

Melanie had straight, bleached blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and 34DDD knockers that were obviously enhanced by silicone.

Melanie was wearing a sheer top that was hanging off her shoulder. It accentuated her boobs. Her nipples jutted straight out like two signs screaming, “Look over here at me!”

He didn’t even notice that the caption on her blouse read, “They aren’t REAL, but they are REAL fucking spectacular.”

“See something you like or just like something you see?” Melanie had the cutest dimples when she smiled. It was apparent she was hitting on him. She began driving him to his destination once he buckled in.

“Oh, mom, stop making goo-goo eyes at this guy! He is obviously not interested in you!” Savannah scolded her mother.

She was in her late teens and had dirty blonde hair and a pretty upturned nose with just a few freckles almost strategically placed to make her look like the sexy country girl next door. She was lithe and attractive and could have easily been a cheerleader. If he had read the caption on her half-top, he would have seen that it displayed the words “I am sassy, classy, and smart assy!” over a cartoon of a pretty girl with a pig’s butt.

The girls had picked the trashy clothes up at Goodwill in the junior miss section. They were looking for tops that barely fit and made them look naughty. There were a surprising number of trashy outfits with cute little sayings on them that were perfect for two sluts. They bought all of the trashiest ones they could find.

“How come you aren’t in school today?” He asked her as he tapped on his phone.

“Mom wanted to drag me around while she tried to pick up hot guys,” Savannah said with a flirtatious but lemony grin.

“Savannah!” Melanie feigned outrage and elbowed her daughter.

The Man adjusted his pants. He was getting aroused, but he was hesitant to ask anything else.

“What? How come you get all the cute ones?” Savannah teased her mother.

“I let you do that one guy!” Melanie chuckled back.

The Man put his cell phone on his lap to cover his boner and watched the two girls flirtatiously compete over his affections. He was flattered, but he was also happily married.

When they came to a red light, Savannah lifted up her shirt and turned around to face him so that he could see her natural tits jiggle when she flashed. The young girl’s boobs hung down in a pendulous tear-drop shape. Savannah’s puffy pink nipples were elongated. They looked red like they had been sucked on or played with recently.

“What do you like better? Natural tits or big old jugs like these?” she said as she abruptly lifted her mother’s shirt and made her flash. They were in traffic. Melanie feigned outrage and pulled her shirt down.

“Savannah! We are in traffic!!!!” she didn’t sound overly upset about what just happened.

“What? He’s cute. He’s obviously seen a lot of tits before. Sir, I just want to know what is better? I am thinking about getting a boob job. Should I?” she lifted her shirt again and showed him.

The Man swallowed and couldn’t help but look right at the pretty girl and her natural jugs.

“Stop embarrassing this nice gentleman, Savannah, or so help me. I’ll park this car over there, pull your little shorts down to your ankles, and spank you right in front of him!” Melanie’s tone was permissive like she was fishing to see if his reaction was positive.

The Man tried to think about his wife, but all he could do was fantasize about this sassy teenager getting her pants pulled down in front of him. He didn’t have to picture the girl’s pert little ass cheeks because she pulled down her shorts and mooned him. “Go ahead and spank me then!” she stuck out her tongue at her mom. She flicked it a few times like she was eating an imaginary pussy while she held the pose to give the man a good look at her ass crack.

“Sir? I know you are paying for this Uber ride, but would you mind if we pulled over there for one minute? If you don’t mind judging who has the better tits once and for all, maybe she’ll shut up so I can get you to your hotel?” Melanie suggested like she’d really appreciate it if he would.

Melanie’s tone was a permissive and suggestive invitation to judge both her and her daughter’s jugs so that she could move on with her day. It was also carefully calculated to make turn the guy on and make him feel like he was in the right place at the right time.

The girls didn’t want to just whip out their titties and start flashing them. They needed the man to engage with them and agree to judge them for their seductive game to work.

“I suppose that would be fine,” the man answered politely but cautiously. He felt guilty about what he had just agreed to, but it didn’t matter anyway because Melanie was already pulling off into a remote industrial parking lot.

Melanie and Savannah knew then that they had just caught a fish with their flirty fishing rods. Now they had to keep a straight face so they didn’t giggle and they could reel him in.

“Oooh, what hotel is it?” Savannah teased the Man by flirtatiously implying she’d like to go if it was a nice hotel.

“Stop stalling,” Melanie demanded and lifted her own shirt up so that she could flash her tits and give him a good long look. Savannah did the same.

“I think they are both nice! They have equal merits,” the Man answered diplomatically.

“Pshaw! Now we’ll never know,” Savannah said with a huff and put her shirt down and faced forward in disgust.

This was their first day of driving Uber together. They had already played out this scenario with three men, and all three had reacted the same way. Melanie wasn’t really Savannah’s mom. Savannah was her son’s girlfriend.

They had just finished dancing day shift at the Landing Strip. It was also their first day working there. The Landing Strip was a notoriously tough biker bar near the Airport in the Downtown area. Most of the girls that worked there did so because they belonged to the Warlock’s Motorcycle club. Savannah was the daughter of the Vice President of the local chapter. It had been a tough and grueling day made more difficult by dancers that didn’t like new bitches. They hadn’t earned very much money, and they were supposed to make at least six hundred bucks cash by the end of the day, or they would have their asses kicked when they came home.

Savannah had turned tricks before out of the Sunny Day Motel. Melanie had only just the previous day started offering hand-jobs and blowjobs to single guys that she picked up driving Uber.

Melanie liked to roleplay a dimwitted bimbo persona she called Dimbo. It helped her get over her natural bashfulness. She would usually start by pretending her tits bounced out of her shirt just to see the guy’s reaction. If he were amenable, she would eventually work up to offering him a sexual favor if he would give her a tip. She’d usually settle for fifty bucks to suck a guy’s cock, but more often than not, she’d take the first offer she was given because she didn’t want to haggle.

“You won’t hurt our feelings if you say whose tits you would PREFER,” Savannah assured the Man. She asked him nicely if he liked natural or fake boobs.

After a little stuttering and qualifications, the Man finally admitted he liked healthy, full, natural-looking tits.

Savannah flashed her tits again in Melanie’s face and said, “Eat it! Mom! He likes these natural boobs better!”

The Man cleared his throat and tried to say that he had qualified his statement by saying that there was something to be said for other sizes and shapes of breasts.

“Okay,” Savannah let her shirt hang back down and agreed with him. She asked him if he would judge who sucked the better cock.

The Man’s face turned bright red, and his eyes widened. Things had just escalated very quickly. He squirmed in his seat at how forward Savannah had been.

If the girls had started with this question their shy passenger might have asked to be let out immediately. The girls had been feeding him flirty little bird crumbs to get him to lower his guard and his inhibitions with them.

“Savannah!! You don’t even know him! He might be gay!” Melanie pretended to be sympathetic to the Man if he wasn’t interested in girls. She reached into the back seat and touched his dick beneath his pants to feel his erection. “Nope, he is straight!” she smiled invitingly.

The girls had discussed this before they started to play at mother and daughter. If they touch the Man and he touches them back, then they had been told it would protect them from arrest if the Man happened to be law enforcement.

“Oh, I am so sorry; I shouldn’t have been so aggressive! Here, I will let you touch me back! Will it make us even?” Melanie asked with a friendly smile and lifted her shirt to let him touch her tits.

He was hesitant, but he reached out and tapped her there.

“Oh that was nice, I liked that,” Melanie pretended that the tap had sent shivers down her spine and made her have a mini-orgasm. Savannah rolled her eyes and asked the man if he’d be willing to close his eyes and judge who sucked cock the best.

“That way, we know you are being impartial and not just going with the prettiest face, which is obviously mine!” Savannah said as she reached back hungrily into the backseat. They didn’t want to scare him off. He was apprehensive but incredibly turned on.

“What if I don’t want to shut my eyes?” he asked her with a smirk.

“You gotta tip a little extra for that,” Savannah already had him unzipped and had his cock out. She bent over the seat. He could see her denim short-shorts were shredded so that her ass cheeks were almost completely visible. She gave his dick a loving kiss and a caress.

The Man realized that the girls expected a cash tip. At this point, it was too late for him to say no. Savannah had already started, and she was counting on the fact she was a first-class dick sucker that he wasn’t going to say no.

He asked how much they expected, and they lied to him and said they had never done anything like this. The last three rides had gone almost exactly the same result. They asked the man how much he thought was a fair tip to be a judge in a cock-sucking contest between the two of them.

“The winner is whoever makes him cum,” Savannah insisted.

“Fine then, don’t hog his entire dick,” Melanie shimmied into the back seat and hiked her skirt down to reveal her bald pussy. The denim miniskirt was too short to be hiked up. Melanie had to shimmy out of it. It wasn’t lost on the man she was not wearing panties either. Melanie had come to work to play. Everything about the Mother suggested she was down to fuck and loved cock.

She put his hand on her pussy and let him finger fuck her as she sucked the tip of his dick like a delicious ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

“Oh no fair,” Savannah dropped onto the other side of the backseat with him and removed her shorts. She put his other hand on her crotch. She had wispy blonde pubes trimmed up neatly and a tight little pussy. Savannah’s devil-may-care attitude that she’d fuck the man twice is hard just to prove she could to her mother was intoxicating to the man.

He’d only ever heard about women like this in those old Penthouse Letters magazines that started with “Dear Penthouse, you will never believe what happened this Summer when my sexy neighbor and her hot daughter moved in next door...”

“A hundred dollars? I only have a hundred dollars on me,” the man announced feverishly. He wanted his cock drained. The girls had shaken his bottle and he was ready to explode if they didn’t open it.

Melanie would have taken the offer immediately, but Savannah stopped her.

“A hundred each? That isn’t very much, don’t you feel this is worth a little more?” Savannah started licking his balls while Melanie worked his shaft with her hands and licked the tip of his dick. It wasn’t lost on Savannah that the man had only offered a hundred to be split between the two of them. It was a humiliating price to suck dick for fifty bucks but Savannah had given head to a stranger for far less before.

“No, I mean, I only have a hundred cash on me. I use credit cards for everything,” he said.

“No worries! Brock showed me how to use Venmo to transfer cash. You can text it to us,” she said. Brock is Melanie’s son and Savannah’s boyfriend.

Her brothers made her date Brock as a joke on her. He was scrawny, shy, and nerdy. He definitely was not her type. He was also a really sweet kid. She’d only met him the night before, but he was incredibly kind. Savannah wasn’t used to people being kind without an ulterior motive. He had also shown his mother how to transfer money with a cell phone, but Melanie hadn’t been able to figure it out. They didn’t want to alert Uber that anything fishy was happening by transferring large tips for such short rides.

Melanie wasn’t sure if any other women had figured out this hustle, but she thought it was much safer than standing out in the worst part of town next to a broken down payphone and waiting for a guy to ask her to get into his car.

Savannah even made the guy unlock his phone and put the information in for him so he could transfer the money while continuing to suck on his nuts. She took his pants down for him and moved him so that she could lick his asshole. Melanie and Savannah competed for the head of his dick as if anticipating his geyser of spunk. “Come on now, who is the better cock sucker, me or my slut of a mother?”

It was the last thing Savannah asked before the man shot his jizz all over her nose and lips and glazed her face. Savannah looked shocked like someone after they were hit in the face with a pie. Once she regained her composure she slowly used her finger to wipe it off her face and lick herself clean to celebrate her victory over her mother.

Melanie congratulated her daughter like a good sport and licked the remaining spunk off the guy’s dick while she pumped it with her hand to milk the rest of the semen out of his balls.

“Yes! I get control of the radio!” Savannah had made a bet with Melanie that whoever won their competitions would choose the songs on the radio.

“Fuck this Nickelback shit,” Savannah quickly turned to a rap station and put on some booty music.

“That was Don’t Stop Believing by Journey!” Melanie protested.

“I don’t know, and I don’t give a fuck, it sucked!” Savannah insisted.

Melanie laughed and drove the Man to his hotel. As he was getting out, she told him she had a fun time and would love to see him again.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, call us anytime. We’d love to give you a ride or maybe ride you,” she winked at him. “You have our number in your phone. Savannah, text him our address, please,” she said to her daughter.

“That depends,” Savannah became a little sassy and asked the man if he still had that hundred dollars in cash. He wasn’t sure why until she said if he gave it to her, she’d send the CORRECT address and not a bogus one.

The Man thought she was joking at first. The first time with the girls had been a biological imperative that preyed upon generations of male conditioning to break down his resistance. The man had a primal urge triggered by two females in heat. Now that he had cum and was thinking more clearly he wasn’t inclined to give them any more money even if it meant a future encounter was assured.

Savannah had anticipated that reaction before she asked him for all of the money in his wallet. He was a cash machine to her and his dick had been the PIN number. She wanted to withdraw every penny from the account and close it.

“Let me clarify. When you handed me your phone, I saw your wife was the one texting you the most. I’ve already got her number with some cool pics, ready to go.” She held up her phone to show him.

The Man didn’t argue or bargain. He handed her the hundred dollars and harrumphed in disdain as he slammed the door.

“Savannah! You can’t blackmail the customers!” Melanie insisted once he was walking to his hotel.

“They aren’t customers! Customers eat at Subway and shop at Walmart. Does this pussy look like Walmart to you?” Savannah hadn’t put her shorts back on. She was riding bottomless. “They are tricks or johns!”

“Yeah, well, we could have had repeat business of him. What if he puts a bad review on Uber?”

“Who gives a fuck? Who reads those?” Savannah was confused that Melanie cared. She said there were a million guys that all wanted the same thing, and if one didn’t want it, another one would. She waved the cash and said she just got her an extra hundred bucks and told Melanie to be happy.

“Promise me no more blackmailing the customers,” Melanie insisted like she was Savannah’s real mother before correcting herself and calling the men they fucked tricks.

Savannah reluctantly agreed, and the two girls giggled a little about the last man’s face. “I didn’t even have his wife’s number. I created a contact called Wife. The text message would have gone to Brock,” she chuckled.

“He could have thought you were serious, and instead of paying, he might have kicked our asses or something!” Melanie smirked mischievously.

“Hell, you’d love that!” Savannah knew Melanie liked rough sex.

Savannah saw how Melanie became this total slut and creamed when her brothers and their friend had dogged her out the night before in their trailer. They throat fucked Melanie raw and slapped the snot out of her. She watched as Melanie crawled out of the bedroom with a bowling pin she had shoved all the way up her own ass. She had cum dripping all over her face as she crawled around and reveled in her degradation like a naughty slut. Savannah had done it with her in front of her new boyfriend Brock.