Bunny dreams

Bunny looked thoughtfully at the curvy waitress. The woman looked about forty years old, judging by her hips - she was the mother of more than one child.

The life of a prostitute did not imply normal motherhood, of course. She remembered her mother, Crystal, who, although she tried to be a good mother, could only be a good whore.

• What are you thinking about? - Barbie asked her.

• About unfulfilled dreams... I wish to be a mother. So that I would have a daughter whom I could teach something good.

Abdullah perked up his non-existent ears.

“Bunny, you, one might say, became a mother for me,” Barbie smiled through the tears that had not yet dried, “you pulled me out of such crap, supported me all this time....

The world became shrouded.

When it cleared, Bunny looked at her daughter in amazement.

• Barbie, how could I not get you out of these troubles? I'm your mother! I have a responsibility to take care of you. Although, I have to admit, buying you back from Juan cost most of our family savings. Now we will have to work twice as hard to restore them. So, my young slut, get ready to work your butt off.

• But mom! I never wanted to be a whore! I ran away with Juan because I thought he would lead me into the world of showbiz.

• Well, why are you so stupid, daughter? It was immediately clear from him that he was a pimp, not a producer. Where did you even see a producer named Juan? I'm sorry that your mother couldn't give you another life. But you yourself, instead of preparing for college, fucked more guys left and right.

• Mother! Being a slut is one thing! But selling yourself is completely different!

• Well, yes. The first is free, and the second brings in good money - Bunny grinned. She glanced at the mirror hanging opposite. For her 40 years, she looked very good. The work of plastic surgeons, cosmetologists, plus the fact that lately she has been more involved in striptease, serving individual private clients, and did not let thousands of men pass through her a year as before... She adjusted her huge silicone tits, which became, probably, her most the main and most successful investment. Their plastic hardness allowed her not to wear a bra, so that her huge, pert nipples were clearly visible through her white, translucent blouse with a very low neckline.

Bunny remembered her youth and how she, like her daughter, argued with her parents... And at the same time, she changed boyfriends with all her might every night... Often even more than once a night.

She also failed to enter college, she also had to follow in her mother’s footsteps... And yes, the first year of working as a whore was psychologically difficult... And then... Then it first became habitual, and then it even began to bring pleasure !

Bunny looked at her daughter.

“I wish you would love this job, even more than I do...” she muttered thoughtfully...