Mallory

Mallory - Santa Barbara

Mallory took a long puff from Trent’s joint, then pulled the curtain back enough to exhale the smoke out her apartment window. Her nosy landlord had been sniffing around outside the door a few times over the last couple weeks and Mallory was one strike away from getting evicted. Finding another lease this late in the school year would be ****. She’s such a killjoy. Ash from the end dropped onto her bare breasts as she passed it back to him, and she quickly swiped it off before it burned her skin or the blonde hair resting there. As she was currently straddling Trent on her bed, this dropped the hot embers onto his torso.

“Ahhhh!” Trent yelped and smacked the ember into her sheets while Mallory laughed. “It burned.” He said defensively, turning his head to take a drag. Guys can be such babies.

“You lace this one?” She asked.

He nodded. “Coke guy came through this afternoon, rolled it in with some of the indica I had left over. You like the mix?”

“Yesssssss….” Mallory hissed. The combo was exquisite. Trent wasn’t very good in bed, but he could really roll one. Mallory didn’t consider the implications of becoming a cocaine connoisseur. She rarely considered the implications of anything she did, even as she was doing them with her friend’s boyfriend. She wanted it, and she went for it.

“You gonna chip in for it this time?” Trent asked.

By way of answer, she resumed slowly rolling her hips on his erection and waiting patiently for him to pass the joint back. She took a longer toke this time. Better get what I’m worth. No rush. She had the whole evening to play. Janet was off at work, and she rarely got home before 2 or 3 A.M. That left Mallory free to enjoy Trent and his high-quality stash at her leisure. She could have acquired her own quite easily, both the boyfriend and the ****. But there was no need to expend the effort or the money when a simple text brought them to her door.

Her phone buzzed on the side table, and Mallory saw the missed call and message indicator from her mother. Mallory handed back the joint to keep him occupied, then dialed in to her mailbox.

“Seriously?” Trent asked, but Mallory ignored him.

‘Hey Mal, it’s mom. You got me…’ Mallory listened half-heartedly and then deleted the message. Mallory snatched back the joint for another toke.

“Was that your mom?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“How’s she holding up?”

“She’s lonely.” Short answers, maybe he’ll get the hint.

“I can imagine. When my dad left, mom was a wreck for a couple years. I liked Danica when we met. She still working downtown?”

“Are you seriously talking about my mother right now?” Who does that? Janet can have him. He opened his mouth to respond, so Mallory just clamped her hand on his mouth and upped her pace on his cock, trying to bring this to a close so she could kick him out. God, see what happens when you let a guy talk? Mom does need to get over Michael already. What kind of idiot gets played like he did? File the paperwork and end it for good.

He gripped her hips and groaned as he approached his release. But Mallory couldn’t enjoy it, as her head began to swim unpleasantly. His grunts sounded further and further away, as if he was disappearing into the night. Damn that shit really was laced - was her last coherent thought before everything went black.

“Ohhhhh shit!” Trent cried out as he climaxed. With Mallory gone, his cum shot up in a short arc and splattered into his chest hair.

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Ruby

“And our next contestant, the D-cup D-student, Mallory Fremont!” Al announced to a roar from the crowd.

“No!” Michael and Danica shouted simultaneously.

“Oh, yes!” The door to the green room cracked, but no one exited. Mallory peeked around the door, took one look at the scene on the other side, and slammed it shut again. “Come on out, baby, can’t do the show from in there.” He made the ‘come here’ gesture with his finger. The door swung open of its own accord, and the nude Mallory strode out unsteadily, her arm out in front as if being pulled by unseen hands.

“Mallory is 20 years old, an Undeclared sophomore at the University of California, Danica’s only daughter and Michael’s stepdaughter.” Al announced, as Mallory walked to the edge of the stage and posed, just as the others had been made to. Her body was softer than her mother’s, her good genes and youth still mitigating the effects of her hard living. Her unkempt, just-been-fucked blonde hair draped over her bare breasts but otherwise she had no protection from the gaze of the audience. “Get caught in any washing machines lately?”

Danica rose from her stool, pulling off the top to her scrubs and exposing her sports bra as she went. Her movements were slow and labored, as if pushing through a hurricane headwind. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, but she would not be deterred. Al looked surprised when he saw her pass, but his only response was a mocking cackle. When she reached Mallory, Danica pulled the top over Mallory’s head, giving the girl some slight modesty. Once she was covered up and his fun was over, Al spread his fingers and the grip released.

Danica’s voice was pure steel. “That’s enough. Let. her. go.” She moved to shield Mallory with her body and backed towards the side of the stage.

“There’s no exit that way,” Ruby said delicately, moving to touch Danica and relax her. This is starting to take a toll. Danica tried to swat Ruby’s hand away, but could not stop her. Ruby worked her magic on the mama bear and the terrified cub until they were finally eased enough that Al could direct them to their stools. Thanks for finally stepping in, Al. Danica was taller than her daughter, but the scrubs came up to expose Mallory as soon as she sat down. She crossed her legs tightly and wrapped her arms around her knees.

“This is sick.” Michael snarled.

“This isn’t even half done.” Ruby promised. Al turned the next card, Ruby’s third selection.