A little repeat of yesterday. But first, some explanations...

Grace, perhaps, couldn't properly respond to anything because she was still attempting to make sense of it.

At some point during Maria's slobbering and sucking, Grace finally decided to **** herself to get it. Maria was a pervert. Or maybe that wasn't the right word. She'd already called herself a masochist, that fit rather nicely. She was a slut, to be sure, but certainly not a normal one. No woman in her right mind would make all of these arrangements. The way she spoke about the university faculty, how she had sexual arrangements with all of them. It sounded as if it was routine for her. Maybe even boring. She had to stop herself when she thought that no person was that obsessed with sex. This wasn't just any person. It was Maria Sanchez.

"Mmmm!!" Maria's head was being held in place by her former ****, and it seemed like he was finishing up. He didn't take any care in handling her at all, jizzing into Maria's mouth with an almost bored expression on his face. That had certainly become a bit routine for him, at least.

"All right, I needed that...I'm gonna go back to your computer room, try to find a real job..." Joe said, letting go of the beautiful latina's head, letting her breath so she could swallow his cum.

"Thank you, daddy..." She groveled before looking at Grace. Her voice changed from submissive and small to commanding and authoritative. "See what I mean? I barely got anything out of that."

"T-That wasn't enough for you?" Grace asked. "You let a bum that **** you live in your house and treat you like shit, and it's...boring?!"

"Yep." Maria panted, catching her breath. "It's all boring, at least everything that happens in this county. The professors I sleep with, the students I help out to keep quiet about all this. It's pedestrian, at this point."

"You're just doing it to make sure you have the time off."

"You're paying attention, Grace. I like that." Maria practically jumped off of her knees, wiping away some of the cum that managed to drizzle down her cheek. "Okay, I gotta make a meeting with this old coot from some law firm. You're welcome to come with, but you're not gonna get much footage out of it, lawyers are good at staying out of legal trouble if that isn't obvious. If you don't want to, I'll just drop you off wherever you live. Just make sure you grab your camera and get ready for tonight."

"I guess I'll just...hey! I haven't agreed to anything!" Grace yelled. "I came here to take you down, not take a job from you!"

"I know you didn't want a job. Just like I don't 'want' to be ****." Maria placed her hands on her hips. "Just trust me on this, Grace, I know what I'm talking about. Go with me tonight, this one time. If you don't like it, I'll pay you double for the one day and we can go our separate ways. You can even try to publish that bit of film you got."

Grace held onto her own elbow, her eyes darting to look at the floor. None of this was going the way it was supposed to go. But if she went...she'd be able to get into the mindset of Maria. Maybe...she could even gain control of the situation again.

"Oh, what a day."

Maria relaxed, letting her shapely frame sink into the leather seats. She was wearing another cocktail dress, though for Grace, it wasn't much better then her being totally naked. Grace felt like she was in a limo with a prostitute, and the prostitute was in charge. She had essentially bossed Grace around since she picked her up.

"I'm glad you dressed up the way I told you. Can't have you joining in on the fun just yet." Maria said.

"Okay, Maria, lemme get one thing straight here." Grace sat up on the edge of her seat. She wasn't going to allow her to keep this up forever. "I don't know why you keep saying that I'm just like you. I'm not. I'm not some disgusting tramp."

"Tramp, that's not a word I hear a lot. Are you a 45-year-old man?"

"No, but I'm a better woman then you'll ever be. Just...giving yourself up to men like that."

Maria smiled. "And lemme guess. Am I supposed to feel bad about that? That I do what I like to do?"

"You're...supposed to."

"Well, I do a little. But that just adds to it."

"So how do you do it? How do you just expose yourself like that without ruining your life right away?"

Now it was Maria who leaned forward on the edge of her seat. "It's a pretty elegant setup, actually. So you know what I do to keep things quiet in the university, but I also do that for a lot of the important men around Garden County."

"But that's all boring stuff for you. Too consensual."

"Exactly. So, for all the fun I want to have, I go over to Kendall County."

Grace frowned at the name. "Kendall...but that place is..."

"Awful? Economically, yes. Pretty poor, lots of weird stuff going on there. So many men...men who don't have a lot to lose...who are willing to just..." her legs slowly opened, her hand reaching down to her lace panties. "Take...what they want..."

"Ew, not now, Maria, I'm right here..."

"Too late. Look or don't, but it's happening..." She started moaning as her fingers rubbed over her panties, looking like more of a whore than she already did.

"Damn it, Maria, you were explaining stuff!!"

"Mmmmm...well...you know about the election 2 years ago..."

"...Yeah, it created a lot of tension between Garden and Kendall County. Each county voted for one of the candidates almost completely. It was an ugly election cycle...each county hates each other..."

"That's right, mmm...It was pretty convenient timing for my little plan here. Each county does as...uggh, fuck, my clit...each county does as little as possible to keep in contact with the other."

"So...that means that if rumors spread in one county...it's not very likely it spreads to the other...but that can't last forever."

"Doesn't need to...I've already said, I don't expect this to last forever...oh, it looks like we're here..."