Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 90
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 90 - Four Corners, in the middle of central Iowa, was a world unto itself. Truck stop and diner. An unincorporated village of 800. Over 12,000 acres of prime farmland. A destination restaurant - Chez Claire. A strip club, Pink Pussy, with private trailers in back. All owned and managed by a 52-year-old woman named Claire Stillman, and her two children - Willow and Luke. Paid sex has always drawn organized crime and invited betrayal. Claire was seasoned, tough, and strong-willed. Would that be enough?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Bestiality Masturbation
Willow called Holly Collins — it was 6 in the morning, “Bring Tammy with you — I want her to fist you while Lukie face-fucks you.”
“Yes ma’am, on the way.”
Claire and Willow wore their usual pants suits. Claire, black; Willow, yellow. They grinned when Luke strolled in from his shower, toweling his back, already erect. Claire sent it gently swaying, “I’m not going to wait until Friday. Have Martin call that contractor.”
Luke nodded, “I think it’s time, I think it’s for the best.”
There was a double-rap on the door; a pause; then two more. Willow opened it to Holly and Tammy. They placed their purses on a desk and undressed. Claire frowned — they hadn’t brought purses with them before, none of the whores did. She noticed details like that. And didn’t like unexpected changes, no matter how minor.
Willow smiled at Tammy, “Ever fist your mother?”
“No ma’am, never did that to anyone. Kin I chew some gum?”
“Of course, I don’t need your mouth this morning.”
Tammy opened her black leather bag, whipped out a knife and slashed at Willow. Simultaneously, Holly lunged for Luke, holding her own knife in an underhanded grip.
Willow screamed and jumped back, but the knife ripped across her stomach, blood staining her yellow jacket. Claire reacted instantly, grabbing the first thing she saw — a laptop -- and flinging it into Tammy’s face.
Luke bunched his right fist in his towel and dived right at Holly. He’d faced a knife before in his training sessions. He parried her knife and drove his left fist into the woman’s solar plexus, momentarily paralyzing her diaphragm. She stared vacantly into his eyes, letting the knife tumble to the floor.
Luke whirled around as Tammy raised her knife overhead to attack Claire. He leaped at her, slamming his shoulders into the girl’s back, knocking her to the floor, breathless.
Claire was already reaching for the first aid kit as she punched in Martin’s number.
Luke snapped both of Tammy’s elbows and turned to Holly before her daughter had finished screaming in terror and passed out. Holly was still struggling to breathe, but had picked up the knife again. Claire called out, “We need her alive!”
Holly’s chest was heaving, her face contorted in pain. Luke spoke softly, “We can do this the hard way.”
She lowered her head in surrender, and let the knife clatter to the floor.
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