A Day of Adjustment

The Yawning Pony had a long history and a longer list of names. Guests, Visitors, former Patrons and former Employees who could be called upon.

The Bimbo that came in with a small horde of Geeks. She was a person of interest, pointed out by the Bouncer then further recommended by the Bouncer after her little show of gratitude. And she was malleable. Bent to the will of others with gleeful enthusiasm. It was quickly decided she would not be leaving the Yawning Pony with the Geeks still holding her leash.

And then Queen Trixie walked onto the stage, made the Bimbo rim her, then sent her round to suck off every cock in the main area.

That made the Yawning Pony pause.

There were not many names that could make the Yawning Pony hesitate in its pursuit of a new whore. But fully half of the dancers they had were sent there by a Padgett and the rest were taught a few lessons by one or another of the infamously dominant members of the Padgett Family.

It was well known that Queen Trixie rarely trained more than one Pet at a time. And the staff of the Yawning Pony were well acquainted with Maxie. So this Bimbo was...

The new project of Matriarch Petunia.

The Club Owner, a rotund man named Gareth Wyatt, gnashed his teeth in frustration. This whore belongs in my backrooms! His anger was abated however, when he received a text from her.

• Matriarch P: She is Lady Lara Croft. See video attached.
• Boss Man G: I've never known you to be such a practical joker.
  She wasn't. Gareth watched the woman who was quite clearly Lara Croft and quite clearly the Bimbo in his club getting face fucked by what he could only assume was Matriarch Petunia's foot. And as someone skilled in taking smart, capable, independent women and turning them into spineless sluts... Gareth could see Lady Croft was over the moon about it.
• Matriarch P: You will not reveal her or own her, but you will make her your biggest earner and cheapest whore. She is not going to be an Agent, a Tool, or a Weapon. A Pet, a dull-witted dog.
• Boss Man G: You are most gracious in letting me and mine assist you in this endeavour. I will keep you informed.

Putting his phone down, he buzzed in some of his men to tell them what was to be done.

~

Out in the main area, the redhead Waitress had broken under Queen Trixie's attention, agreeing to a Private Room with the Bachelor Party, for free. In full regal confidence, Beatrice signalled for Maxie to come to her side as she approached Jimmy and his friends. Lara had her sunglasses covering half her face once more, and the fishnets were back on, though it did nothing to cover anything.

Maxie burned in humiliation, she'd not been able to cover her pussy back up before she reached her Mistress and the older blonde woman assured her that not only did she know Maxine had touched and fingered what she wasn't allowed to, she would be getting more punishments and humiliations too.

The blonde wig and the ring-gag styled as a doggy mask she was wearing were a surprise godsend. James Remington! Fuck, why did it have to be him?!

The Remingtons were the last finally she babysat for before Ms. Padgett. Jimmy really hadn't needed one, but Jimmy's Dad had been looking to fuck a Black Teen and saw Maxine's Ad. She'd managed to convincingly pretend to be a lesbian, editing her social media enough to not alert anyone, and politely turned down Mr. Remington's overtures until he gave in and fired her. By that point, she'd not only succeeded in scoring extra money he wouldn't know she'd taken, but she'd leaked his wife's sextapes, the ones she made without him.

Maxine was pretty sure Ms. Padgett didn't know about this, hoped it was just a coincidence, prayed it wasn't about to go how she feared.

Beatrice took a seat and nudged Maxie onto her knees. Taking the hint, the hacker presented herself for throatfucks.

"I never got the chance to check in with you boys after you brought your friend in, but Aunty says you had a good time." Beatrice was all smiles, glittering with authority. She reminded the Geeks strongly of That Teacher that you always wanted to fuck, but also wanted to put a ring on.

They all nodded, some more enthusiastically as they enjoyed Maxie's hands or throat. Others who missed the show instead brought up the other times.

When Maxie reached Jimmy, he pushed his Bimbo down onto the floor and ordered them to work together. Some of the others groaned and loudly reprimanded themselves for not thinking of that. Maxie panicked at seeing Jimmy point his phone at her, but he didn't seem to recognise her and Queen Trixie wasn't sharing her name or story. Maxie had no idea who the Bimbo that Queen Trixie was so keen on was, but she was happy to be the ballsucker while Maxie had her throat used like a dicksleeve.

The night continued on, and both women were sent out to swallow cocks often. It was when it was time to leave, and the Bachelor Party dumped a leaking redhead Waitress at their table, that Beatrice offered the thoroughly broken slutnon return for being able to take Lara home.

Jimmy fumed at how quickly his friends agreed. Meanwhile, Queen Trixie attached leashes to both her girls and left.

The Waitress would have a long night of cock to look forward to.

Maxine and Lara went down on each other in the backseat of Ms. Padgett's car until they got to Maxine's home. Lara had to wait in the car while Ms. Padgett followed her Pet inside to punish her for rubbing her pussy during an Anal Week.

The poor hacker puppyslut had to sleep on her front after all the spanking.

Lara was barely conscious when she was dropped off at Croft Manor.Thankfully, there was the automated entrance so none of the Manor Staff saw her slutty and sticky state.

~

Lara woke up feeling lighter than air. Yesterday had been a revelation for the Tomb Raider, and she was falling hard for someone who was everything she wanted; someone older who despised her.

After a long shower and bath to scrub herself clean, she enjoyed a big breakfast. It was just as she was finishing that her Butler told her someone had arrived to speak with her. Looking down at her bikini top and yoga pants, she told him she'd meet them right away.

The top failed to cover her areolae, drawing attention to her hard nipples. But the support was nice. The yoga pants were on their last legs. Stretched to the point of tearing/transparency, the front molded around her cunt to produce a very attention-grabbing cameltoe.

She padded across her home barefoot to meet her guests.

The large fat man leered at Lara as she arrived and her breathing deepened. He was Gareth Wyatt, Owner of the Yawning Pony, and he wanted to talk to her about her new career.

~

Maxine stared at her phone in mute horror. It was the video Jimmy took of her and the Bimbo last night. But it wasn't the content that bothered her. It was who the video was sent to her by.

Mr. Remington. He'd seen the video. Seen it and manged to recognise her. And with absolute proof that she wasn't a lesbian, that she was a cocksucking **** slut, he wanted what he'd paid for.

In a panic, she scanned her hoard of **** material for something to make him back off.

Nothing.

She cursed herself. She'd been so hasty getting out of Remington employ that she'd taken enough to cover her expenses and enough videos of his wife to tank the marriage publicly. Nothing to hold onto, nothing to call him about later to extort money over. She never wanted to see the man again.

Big fucking mistake.

Sucking in a deep breath, she called Ms. Padgett. The woman could be very territorial about what she regarded as hers, perhaps she could be directed against Mr. Remington?

"Sounds wonderful Maxie! Since I know you so well now, I can assume you were the one who leaked those videos of James Senior's wife? Don't bother replying, it's obvious." Maxine hated that she wasn't surprised by Ms. Padgett's reaction.

"Well, we should definitely let him know about that then. I have his number, I'll just call him while you get ready." Maxine's mouth dropped, agape at the woman's callousness,  "He will be pleased to know why his villa in Spain is no longer his and has now become one of the most used places for European Porn Labels." The former Mrs. Remington had received a very generous payout from the divorce and used it to make a very public debut in porn. And she'd been particularly cruel in choosing the performing name of "Mrs. Rimmington".

"Have fun! Oh, and I'll let you offer your pussy too. Anal Week is over for you." Maxine cried. The hateful shrew knew she wasn't on the pill due to allergies. And it was a testament to Beatrice's training that the idea of being bred makes the hacker traitorously wet.