The Rulebreaker

"Wow, love the new art instillation," said Roy as he swirled his bourbon on the rocks in his glass.

"Very nice," said Lawrence before sipping his bourbon and soda.

"I wish I had one," said David, who had a vodka martini.

"Glad you like it," said Greg. "She may be 18 now, but if that bitch wants to live in my house, she will follow my rules. It's bad enough she wrecked the brand new SUV we gave her for her high school graduation, but she was drunk. Then she got those horrible dreadlocks and keeps sneaking out to party, so I had to punish her. My house, my rules."

"Where's her mom?" Asked Roy.

"A week in St Bart's with some of her friends."

"So it's just you and your daughter?" asked David.

"Step-daughter. She shares _none _of my DNA!" said Greg.

Lola was in hell. Her tits were on fire, her neck was sore, and her scalp hurt as her hair was pulled.

But it was either this or letting her step-dad's friends fuck her all night, but how much longer could she hold out, and would her mom believe her after the SUV incident?