He rolled well enough.

The drunken slob could barely believe it when he heard the knock at his door. Moving more quickly than he had in quite some time, he opened up the door to see none other than Rachael looking up at him.

“Well, I’ll be damned. You really came. Get in ‘ere.”

Rachael shuffled into the doorway, catching a whiff of the man. Just like last time, the once foul stench was…almost alluring. Her heart was beating fast as the girl was experiencing what was essentially fight or flight. This entire situation was, even to this Rachael who had fallen so far, completely insane. Was she seriously about to hook up with this nasty man who was old enough to be her father? Thinking about it made her incredibly anxious and uneasy, and if she was capable of rational thought she would run far far away. However, rational thought and logical reasoning left the girl the moment Christiansen berated her. Then her inhibitions took a serious hit when Rebecca had called her a slut. What took the place of her critical thinking and self control was an irrational heat in her loins, which was doing no favors to what little was left of Rachael’s inhibitions and decision making skills.

She took a quick look around the place, noting that it was quite messy. Dirty dishes and worn laundry strewn all about the place, making both the floor and table surfaces hard to see. The entire place smelled of the man, but Rachael was…wet. She realized she was wet downstairs. She couldn’t believe her body was reacting this way.

“Aight, gurl. Acktually…what should I call ya’?”

“Just…just **** is fine.”

“****, huh? Nice to formuhly meet ya, ****. Mah names Earl, but you can call me whatever ya like.”

“Um, well…Earl is fine.”

“Suit ursef. Now, are ya ready to get started?”

Rachael looked up at the man. She knew this was a cruci- a pivo-…a really important decision. Going through with this isn’t something she could undo… she thought as hard as she could, pooling every remaining ounce of self respect she had. That self respect was but a meager flame against the forest fire rampaging between her legs.

“Totally.” She said with a small grin.

———

Inside the slobs bedroom, **** looked out of place. She still had an air of class about her, despite everything. That class was clashing dramatically with the bedroom of this lowlife.

“Take those clothes off.” Earl said as he started undressing himself.

Rachael turned away and did as the man asked. First the crop top and then the shorts. She stopped at her underwear, looking over her shoulder at the man. Her jaw dropped at the look of him. He was well overweight, with a fat belly and developing man boobs. And the hair, my god was he hairy. The man likely hadn’t used a razor ever, hair on his gut, chest, and down lower…

Rachael’s eyes widened. The man was well endowed. His cock wasn’t absurdly large, but it was certainly nothing to be ashamed of. Earl caught her looking, taking the opportunity.

“Ya like this bod, don’t ya?” Earl said, gesturing to his sagging form. Rachael looked away, feeling uncomfortable.

“Oh c’mon, you can admit. Bodies like mine make alla girlies hot and bothured.”

Rachael felt a chill upon hearing these words. Looking back over her shoulder at Earl and sure enough she felt it. An increase in the warm, itchy feeling down below. She really was lusting after this dirty, fat middle aged man. What the fuck…

“Yeah, that’s tha look of a bitch in heat, hahah. If ur worried about the underwear then just leave em and git over ‘ere. We needta warm up first anyway.”

Rachael slowly turned an walked closer, stopping only a couple feet in front of the naked man.

“Ur nice and obedient aren’t ya? Just like all gurls should be. Now get on your knees, gurl.”