Get ready and go!

At 10:45 PM, Candice looked at herself in the mirror. She had curled her hair, put on makeup, and put on what she thought was a sexy black skirt and green silk blouse that she felt complemented her features. A half drank wine bottle sat on the edge of the tiny bathroom sink. She rubbed her freshly shaven thighs together by going toe-to-heel in her dark red high heels; her smooth as silk and still-pink, freshly shaven pussy suprisingly moist. She looked at herself in the mirror, and her heart started fluttering.

"What am I doing!?" she thought. She realized that she was dressed amazingly well for a website about "white trash sluts". She sighed, and pulled the blouse off. Candy donned a ultra tight gray wifebeater and traded her lovely skirt and shoes for a pair of thin gray sweatpants and flip flops. She tussled her hair just a bit, and steeled her resolve. "Okay Candy. You can do this." She finished the wine bottle in one long pull and set out.

At 10:55 she walked out of the trailer. The Porter's trailer was dark in front of her down the road. When she approached, she could make out Ronnie's bulbous shape in the darkness. She slowed when she saw Chazz next to him. Candy's heart raced as she approached. "What gives?" she asked in a whispered tone.

"Chazz slipped them to her. She's out." Ronnie said, and started filming. "This is Ron Rocket and the lovely Candy Lane, whom you may remember from last week; on a real-time mission to get the biggest slut in the park on our team. Tell them how much felt when you saw the clip from last week Candy." he said, and pointed the camera at her. Candice froze.

"Fuck you, you disgusting piece of shit!" she said in a harsh whisper. Ronnie turned it back to himself.

"The power of blackmail gentlemen. Do not underestimate it. Alright, we are going in..." he said. Candice was shaking with rage, but held her composure as the trailer door opened. She'd been in the Porter trailer a number of times. She winced, half-remembering the times she'd let Ole Man Porter go a bit too far with his "rubbin's". She was drinking rum at the counter when he'd started sliding his hands under her shirt and bra, grinding himself against her ass as she drank...

Candy snapped out of it as Ronnie motioned for her to enter the bedroom. He flicked on the light and was already filming. Christine Porter was definitely unconscious on the bed. She still had on her White Castle work shirt, but her smooth, long, pale legs led to a pair of dark green lace panties.

"Candy Cane, you want to get her ready?" Ronnie said, filming her. Candice winced as the camera was pointed in her face.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, turning away.

"She's got the jugs. Let's see them." Ronnie said, rubbing himself with his free hand. Candy reluctantly slid into frame, her small hands finding the buttons of the White Castle shirt. She undid them one by one until it fell away from the young woman's massive chest. She sat back, and had to admit that if she'd had bigger than DDD...what is that, F?...sized breasts at her age that she'd probably have been a slut too.

"Leave the bra on, Candy. Makes it tighter." Ronnie said. She looked over, and saw him pulling out his rapidly swelling cock. "Get those panties off though." Candice turned back to the girl and slid her lovely green panties down her smooth legs. Ronnie was already moving forward to her side, his own pants gone.

"You aren't going to sit on her are you?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck her tits." he replied.

"You are going to crush her ribs!" Candice replied. Ronnie reached over and grabbed a handful of her hair. Candy winced, and his erect cock was pressed against her lips.

"Would you rather suck me off then?! Huh!?" he asked, slamming his cock against her pressed-together lips. "No? Didn't think so." he said, letting her hair go. Candice stepped back as he straddled the drugged girl, and slammed his massive cock between her breasts furiously.

"Christine? You okay?" Ole Man Porter called out from the hallway. Candy panicked. Ronnie turned his head. "Head him off! Now!" as his cock started to brutalize the young woman. Candy stood up and exited the bedroom.

She took a breathe as she heard Ronnie moan and something like a wet slapping sound come from the bedroom before she closed the door. "Just me, Mr Porter." she said. He turned his head, and looked at her. His eyes were severely bloodshot. He'd passed out recently. "Here to..get some..rubbin's." she said, shivering at the word. He grinned and sat down on a loveseat.

"Well get yourself a drink and come on over!" he said. She went to the kitchen and opened the cabinet to get a bottle of bottom shelf Canadian whiskey. She mixed it 50/50 with orange juice in a plastic cup and drank it all down. She put her hands on the counter, willing herself to not throw up as she realized what she was subjecting herself to.

"Be right there, Mr Porter." she said as she heard Ronnie say "Damn, for a whore she sure is tight!" come from the girl's bedroom. She peeked in. Ronnie was violently thrusting into the girl's shaking legs; the camera's light illuminating her expressionless face as his thick cock slammed into her pussy as Chaz filmed the whole thing...