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Rhonda Gets Broke	By : TimedWatcher & Michel_Smutstradamus Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 29375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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As Rhonda stumbled out of the latest vehicle, her legs noodley, knees turned inward trying to keep her panties from falling to the streets -- and also a little orgasm crazy. She waved as the ice cream van jingled off. An oozing bit of cum hit her pillowy thigh, and before it could hit her black, nylon stockings, she licked up like it were melting off of a cone. Rhonda primped her hair for a second in the mirror of her little white Chanel handbag, playfully biting a nail, before closing it, as she made her way to Gino's place of business.

She gave the door three knocks.

"Yeah what is it-OH!" The sliding peeper shut, as she heard it unlock in a fumbled way. The doorman bowed slightly as she strode in with a wiggle of her hips. "Hello Rhonda!" The gaggle of Gino's underlings all announced, their game of pool interrupted, their cues standing at full attention - among other things. She responded in kind with a smooth and sexy 'hello, boys'. Charles in particular, she smiled at the most. Rhonda breezed a hand underneath his jaw, almost like an inviting vapor, before whispering a question about if Gino was in, as Charles dumbly pointed out his location.

Underneath a tanning light, his back to a cardboard sign stolen from an orange drink company laden with palm trees, Gino had kicked up his legs with a bit of tin foil to reflect the light on his crisping face. She had heard he was on vacation, but didn't think so un-literally.

"Gino?" Rhonda stamped her foot. "Gino! I gotta talk to you."

He seemed to reluctantly pull off his shades, putting on a fake smile as slowly as he did in exposing his squinty, untanned eyes to her. "Oh. Rhonda. I didn't see ya there."

Rhonda threw her hands on her hips. "I figured."

Gino collapsed his reflector, placing it atop his desk as he folded his hands together with a crack of his knuckles. "So how's my best girlie doing?" Rhonda didn't say a word, tugging at the neckline of her low cut red number, before reaching in, and dropping a wad of bills.

Then another.

And another.

His squint grew into saucers as she continued to pour them out, before finally he mentally accounted everything. "You made over four grand in little under three weeks?" Gino's hands fluttered over the cash, hiding the fact that he was impressed, but he just gave Rhonda a simple nod of approval. "I'm thinkin' 'bout expandin' the business, with you at the helm Rhonda - my peach de resistance."

"I'm actually thinking free enterprise." Gino slanted his chin upwards at her, scraping his hand underneath at the nonexistent beard he wished he had, clearly not as pleased as before.

"Rhonda... Rhonda... you disappoint me..." He stood, striding toward her, placing a hand on her elbow. "Don't we have somethin' beautiful here?"

Rhonda's eyes nearly rolled. "Gino, I..." She stopped, trying to think of the right words. It was rare she was at a loss for them. "Appreciate... what you've done for me." Doing her best to sidestep his touch. "But if I want to put real money in my families coffers and restore the Wellington prestige, I can't be under your thumb." The last part had a bit of an apologetic, almost begging undertone to it.

"Well gee, Rhonda, you're kinda puttin' me on short notice..." Gino had to think about it - what was worth more? His word or the cash? Even though she technically had no end to bargain with, she still held it up. "Alright alright - let it be known that Gino never welches on a deal." His index finger snapped firm in the air. "BUT ONLY - under the proviso that you get us a replacement. Doesn't matter who - just as long as she's good as you. Capisce?"

She compressed, shoulders slumping and a sigh of relief.

Gino continued. "Besides. Your tape ain't sellin' like it used ta." From his desk, he procured a big box clamshell and showed it to her - Rhonda was splayed out on the cover with a cock inside her, and several more above - a blur placed over her eyes.

She nearly became haughty at the lack of residuals - but curtailed herself out, shutting the door to Gino's office.

Who could she get to replace herself? She was the very definition of irreplaceable! Her substitute needed to have the stature of a model and to be as graceful as one, with the right amount of charming good looks -- but who could she get on such short notice? Phoebe was far too niche. Lila was, well... her freckled face might be confused for something worse. Helga cleaned up well, but she was too headstrong, unlike her...

Her...

Sister.

Rhonda stepped towards Charles and Gino's boys - a smirk on her face knowing that they were gonna have more fun tonight than just playing pool.

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"Rhondie, it’s awfully late for a school video project don’t you think?" She pressed her slim and curious finger to her chin, as she looked over her suspicious surroundings.

"Oh Olga, don't worry about a thing - my schools film project just needs this one scene to be at night." Rhonda told the tall, short haired blonde as she pulled her through the quiet warehouse district late at night. "Besides, you’re here. So we should be safe enough, shouldn’t we?" She asked innocently enough.

"I suppose so. I’m glad you didn’t have to come alone little Rhonda..." Olga said giving Rhonda a reassuring smile though there was still some doubt in her voice. "You’ve only been my 'Little Sis' for a few days but I can already feel we’re much closer than ever before!" she said before giving the formerly rich girl a big hug. Rhonda forced a grin before shrugging it off and continuing to one of Gino's specified warehouses with Olga in hand.

Olga giggled as she followed Rhonda into a yellow glow of an open entryway - it's not everyday you get to help out a friend by being a shriek queen. She had aced all her drama classes afterall.

She was all smiles until she saw gathering of well suited teens and boys, all smoking or drinking Yahoos - students well passed the fourth grader range. Olga became a little skittish, but her trust of Helgas school mate overshadowed her feeling to run, still walking side by side.

Olga placed a hand above her chest, while showing off her pearly whites once again. "Alright everyone! We're here!" She waved to the crowd with her sing songy voice, doing little to change the group dynamic. They did start to disperse however, once Rhonda made some headway. Olga who moved with an almost skip to her step, seemed to come to a dead stop once she saw what they were obscuring:

A dirty stained mattress in the middle of the room.

"Are you ready for your scene, Olga?" Rhonda asked in mocking mimic of Olga's quirky upbeat tone. From a walkway above them came two blindingly bright lights that illuminated the 'scene'. Olga stepped back as she adjusted to the light. One of several cameras suddenly shoved in her face solidified her fear as the goons began to remove their jackets, the exit now closing.

"Little sister I don't think I feel comfortable with you keeping this sort of-WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?" Olga angrily turned to face a shorter boy who had snuck his hand up her schoolgirl skirt and given her ass a long and forceful squeeze through her lacey panties. She could only begin to chastise him as a much larger boy emerged from the shadows and gave her chest a powerful push that knocked her back onto the mattress. The warehouse echoed in laughter.

Rhonda in particular - knowing what was to come for the blonde, but not the least bit sorry for it, straddled Olga's face as she landed. Rhonda gave the boys staring at her ass a tease; a taste of fun between girls. The hem of her red dress brushed past Olga's elvish nose. She could feel Olga quickly inhale in surprise. She flashed her audience a devilishly coy smile before abruptly ending her act and fiercely pulling Olga's hands back and sitting on them daintily while her own hands kept them in place. With an alluring 'come hither', Rhonda invited them over. "The main course is served, boys."

Olga struggled, kicking up her legs with an adrenaline packed energy, delivering a near ear piercing scream as an evil faced gremlin of a kid pressed into the creaky springs, and as if uncovering some buried treasure, he forcibly spread her knees apart with little recourse from her. An excited look fell on his face as he sunk beneath the green plaid skirt, disappearing from Olgas view between the peak of her breasts.

A shockwave fired through her as she felt the boy dab his nose against the silky material, his hot breath like exhaust against her inner thigh, sending goosebumps all through her. Rocking her hips to get away did little beyond exciting herself further as she felt his nails criss cross against her supple skin, he yanked over the bone, sliding down her pair of panties in one go. Standing, he held the sweet sheets high, before breathing himself near comatose from her smell.

Olga's legs darted together, but it proved harder to keep them shut this time as sweats of fear had begun to perspire up and down her shapely legs. Instead, she just gave them a more appealing, glistening radiance. She sunk her head back up, Rhonda towering over her features. "Rhonda! Rhonda please! Little sister! You can't let them do this! I'm going to get marri-" Before she could say the word, the shorty that had groped her behind had done a near marathon sprint landing on top of her like a yappy dog.

Hooking those knee high socks of hers between his fingers, he raised her knees, nearly folding her up like a poker table, her eyes bulged as she saw the young boys penis - stiff as a rod - gunning for her. Olga repeated several "No's" that grew in volume, that culminated in one long crescendo cry out as he plunged into her awaiting pink pussy lips. Olgas face strained, eyes shutting and tears streaming, as the boy rammed into her like crazy. Like a mini kangaroo, the boy used the springboard momentum of the bed to keep up the pace. Rhonda recognized that look. She wondered if Olga felt as torn up as she did her first time with one of Gino's thugs.

Olga apologized profusely - telling herself that maybe she did something to deserve this, her back and body now hurting from the position. The victimized blonde suddenly felt an explosion go off in her, the kid digging his toes into the bed. By the time he was done, Olga's make up had completely smeared into proverbial black eyes. The boy stood proudly, as the others quietly jeered seeing the foundation he had laid. Olga could only loathe the slimy warmth emanating out of her.

"Cameraman, get a shot of that delicious cream pie." Rhonda coaxed with a wily taunt. He did as instructed, the brim of her slit barely visible; as he used a hand to lift up the limp drape of her skirt. Her cunt oozed with ejaculate; creeping down between her legs and onto the padded mattress.

Just out of frame, Rhonda's face appeared, engaging Olga in an unwanted 69, hovering close to the protein goldmine that was her bared pussy. Her lips puckered, breathing down on the hot spunk like it was hot oatmeal, before giving it a French kiss - her tongue dipping into the netherlips, stirring up the cum further into Olga's insides.

Young cum was delicious.

But her eyes betrayed her lust, as she flipped them over to the camera for a brief moment, still deep in blonde snatch, making sure he was getting every bit of celluloid dedicated to her and not Olga. Even if she was retiring from Gino's production house, she still wanted to remind them who was the real star and that Olga was still a nobody in this industry.

Yet there were still hungry/horny youths waiting in the wings to be satisfied, as one of Gino's older heavies got ready to give it a go. Moving her mouth, a strand of cummy webbing falling back against the peachy colored entrance, she caught an eyeful of the one eyed minion. "Oh this cock... I remember this cock..." No, it wasn't the one she coveted most, but it was still one to be wary of. "When I told you you'd be screaming Olga... I meant it." Still, it wasn't as big as she wanted it to be. Oh no, she still dreamed about that cock - her dream cock, the man in the alley. This was just the one good enough to help break her, and soon, help break in Olga.

"AAHN-" Olga's scream turned into breath being caught in her throat at the disbelief at the size she was experiencing. The moistened hole did little to resist, as the shaft dove into her. Olga bucked and thrashed, trying to get the crouching teen out of her, but just like before, there was no escaping.

As Rhonda watched her faux older sister's grunting grow deeper and throatier, something had been poking her from the start. Readjusting her seating position, she spied the haggard hand of Olgas and it was as she suspected:

An engagement ring.

It was a shame to see - a shame to see it wasn't on her finger

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"Have fun?" As shooting wrapped on 'Olga: The Scream Queen', Rhonda felt oddly taciturn and quiet during the limo ride home. Maybe it was the fact that it'd be the last time she'd get this kind of treatment. Her legs crossed, her chin rested in her palm as she passed streets she used to trick. Some good, mostly bad - like finding out the hard way what exactly rimming meant - but she was free now, and she didn't have to keep up this lifestyle and could instead just keep being poor with her family...

Yeah, right.

Charles eyed her from his driver's mirror, as she gave a small shrug. "I normally like having fun at the expense of others... but I guess after her twentieth wail for help, it can only inspire so much schadenfreude."

"I hope you didn't mind that I joined in too."

Rhonda scoffed it off. "Whyever would that bother me, Charles?"

The ride was silent the rest of the way.

Arriving home, Charles nearly kicked his door down in a rush to get to the other side and open it for her in a hurry.

She smiled at the effort.

The door ejected and utterly flushed, Charles exhaled and took in a quick breath as he held out his hand.

Her heels clicked, her kneecaps pressed tightly together, getting out like a model ready for a paparazzo, instead, finding only a quiet and dead street. The fleeting light from the ajar door crept up the cement stairwell, before being snuffed out by Charles closure of it. She began her ascent, stopping for a moment. "Oh and Charles..." She turned from the steps of the boarding house. There was pause, but she wasn't sure why - or even what to say. Charles looked utterly dumbfounded, expecting something big to be said. "Have a good night." The pressure on Charles lifted, as he smiled with a small chuckle, giving a cutely awkward tip of his hat, before heading back to the driver's side. With a final wave, he and the limo were gone.

The key dragged in and out as she unlocked it, stepping in, not even a light from the living room TV, she sighed, grabbing the hand rail and making her way up towards her room at the end of the hall. Predetermining another key down the ring, she jabbed a moment in the dark, this time, really having to twist the knob. With a shove, she got her door open.

Tossing her coat and scarf on a wall hanger, she noticed something was wrong as she shut her door: The pressure of the room had changed, a coldness wafting. She had forgotten to-

There was a snap as her lamp turned on. Rhonda jumped.

"Y'know I still never had my dick sucked by a fourth grader." With hands in his pockets, his leather jacket crinkled as he sat up, his motorcycle ready boots quaked and rattled the wood floor as he approached her - it felt like she was gonna fall. He stared her down, and she could barely look him in the eyes, blushing like crazy. "You left your window open. I appreciate that." His gloves hands left his pockets, and like clockwork, he meticulously worked on prying them from each individual digit. "If there were more people like you in the world, stealing shit wouldn't be so hard." It was Frankie G... she could hardly believe it. She remembered when that delinquent first hung out with Arnold, and his coolness rubbed off on him so much, that Rhonda honestly thought of messing around with him for her first time. "You might not remember me, but I remember you." He made the point with a cheeky wag of his finger.

She swung her head up in response. "Really!?" Oh god, she was already starting to do it -- but how could she forget those tight fitting jeans and that massive thing he was wielding? She was nearly as giddy as a... no, she WAS a school girl, and could barely repress herself -- despite his half lidded eyes, his steely blues were still so obvious.

"... Yeah." His finger found its way under her chin, lifting her up, getting a good look at her. "You look better than I remember."

She was like butter to his touch. "Oh Frankie..." Rhonda ended up in a heap on her knees, the right place for what she wanted to see... no, DESERVED, to see. After all those limp or average cocks she was forced to suck or sit on - here, now, was her perfect penis about to presented for her pleasure.

"You kids today don't mess around." His large hand rubbed himself down for a moment, as the zip of his jeans was like a crack of thunder to her, and she could only wonder how much the rest of the house could hear. Flopping himself out, her iris darted from side to side, as her head passed it back and forth. Not being in a darkened alley, she could see the thing in its sweaty, lustrous, glory. His faucet bent cock hung heavy like an elephant trunk, leading into a mane of thick curly black pubes, two tennis balls resting underneath, the surface area musty from being in his underwear all day. A thought and smell that drove Rhonda's mind into a fog, as her instincts told her to nibble on the slack foreskin that hung off in a droop. Her fidgeting hand sprung up, like a leaf in fall weather, his warmth just in reach, she looked to Frankie with starry eyes, waiting for an invitation.

A hair fell out of place from his slicked up pompadour as he gave an endorsing nod.

As she fondled him, she quickly added another hand - not even second guessing that a single handed grip would be enough. 'How did several inches of flesh weigh so much?' She thought in wonder and awe, as she worked the loose skinned head back and forth, the pink glans hiding and reappearing over and over, her palms already starting to get sweaty from the heat of his loins. Quickening her pace, he seemed to grow and grow - fear grew inside her rapidly - but also anticipation, wanting to know how far his mast would truly extend. As more and more blood flowed, she began measuring him up from repeated jerks - one of his veins was already bigger than her pinky finger, and Rhonda was sure his cock would shadow her whole arm if she placed it underneath, but knew enough to not stop the pleasure.

Her mouth opened - then closed. Then reopened, then closed again, her jaw repeating the motion, unable to get a grasp on how she was gonna do it. It looked like she was trying to bite into an apple, but failing miserably. She could feel the impatience of Frankie, so resorted to licking all around it futilely - the taste a familiar one, but better than most. Her face nuzzled against it, breathing down the side of his skin, before pulling back and inserting it swiftly.

"GLRK, CHRK, SHRLP." Even despite everything she had been through, she could already feel her throat and mouth wanting to reject it - even with closed eyes, the tears hit her hard, before pulling back off of it, one single heavy inhalation following. "GUH!" Maybe she made a mistake, she thought, as she wiped her drooly chin, panting. Recollecting herself quickly with a relaxed breath, about to go for round 2, she felt his hand on her head. Just like that night, he was being forceful - she more than craved that feeling of being forced upon, she was nearly demanding to be raped, as she looked up to Frankie with a hanging tongue akin to that of a dog desperate for a treat, unable to ask for it in words. The next few seconds were a blur to her, only remembering how her tongue grazed a hint of salty precum, before being ramrodded handily, as her eyes hit the top of her head, head tilted back as far as it could go, wanting to strike at his legs to be let up for air but the frustrated look on Frankie's face was enough to keep her going.

But there was an electricity, a fire rekindling in her most intimate of places. She tried to quell the sensation, as her hands moved from Frankie to her own - her tits were sharp, and her body nervous, but her hands kept going lower and lower and she soon found herself holding her own hips, grinding against the air. Rhonda couldn't help herself, as two fingers found their way past the restrictive elastic and her fingers began churning up her pouring quim, trying to find an itch she couldn't scratch. Her nails could have been sharp as daggers, but she wouldn't have noticed, as her misplaced thoughts had her move for a moment, causing Frankie to hit the inside of her cheek. He cared little, as Rhonda could hear the suction as he protruded his cock head through the side of her face. She loved the way it looked, the way it sounded and the way it felt. Rhonda's eyes rolled in reverence to Frankies dick. The way he just wanted to get off like an animal, where he could have been humping the inside of her perfect pits and not even minded.

Rhonda was a cock whore, and she couldn't pretend otherwise - though she would never admit it in public, or even to her close personal friends like...

Uhm...

She realised she hadn't talked to Nadine in ages. Rhonda honestly wondered what she had been up to while she was... busy. Guess she wasn't that cock crazy that her mind couldn't wander even with this thing in her mouth. It did give her time to pause and reflect. Why did he turn her on in ways her johns didn't? He was big, yes, but that wasn't always everything. Her customers all seemed nice, despite the fact that they paid for her and that they owned her for those hours. They all... treated her with the utmost respect -- but Frankie... Frankie was different... there was something about a man who didn't pay for her services that really turned her on.

"Fuck. Rhonda." In a move that left her perplexed, he disengaged from her. Her questions were answered as he took hold of her face, freezing up the rest of her. The way Frankie held her chin so firmly, spurred her on to an orgasm that she couldn't take advantage of. "Here it comes Rhonda. Here it fuckin' comes." Like a cruel prank she pulled on one of her inferior classmates, a sudden spurt exploded from Frankie as he let out an anguished groan, jerking jets of white hot loads that found their mark on her high cheek bones. Her vision of the events blinked in and out as her lashes came down in a hurry. Rhonda quickly tried to re-open them again and again to see her reward: Which, unlucky for her, hit her square in the eyes. Strings of the ropey fluid became her new mascara, before building up a foundation over her features, as she held up her hands to try and catch the streaking droplets from staining her clothing.

There was barely anytime for an afterglow, as Rhonda had a look of disgust, almost not believing that Frankie had just started rubbing that filthy thing all along her hair, like she was some rag to be used. "Lookatchya. You're a real mess, y'know dat?" He tossed a crusty towel from near her bed atop her soaked face. As she stripped herself of it while wiping her hands, she saw him relax back onto her bed. "Go and take a shower, 'cause by then, I'll be ready for round two." He punctuated with a paw of his groin.

'God, what a jerk' She thought with a strange sense of admiration, biting her knuckle at the prospects yet to come.

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Kicking up a leg, she leaned in close. "Mmmwah." Rhonda planted an elongated kiss on Frankie's face, before waving to him. "Bye honey."

"See ya babe." Frankie G paid little attention to her as he and his motorcycle rip roared out of there.

The harsh smell of exhaust wafted nearby, but she could only watch him ride off with butterflies in her stomach. What a dreamboat Frankie was. One day, she thought, one day he'd knock her up and he'd have to get serious about his life and take care of her.

But until then, she had work to do, as her hands hit her hips and she sashayed down the pavement runway, prepared to show off her new golden halter top as a bus shuttled to a stop. Rhonda was keen on who might exit, so she kept herself laser focused across the street, before doing a double back as she watched her new competition emerge. Olga and Lila, in a slutty pair of black and white school girl outfits, with skirts nowhere near regulation for any school -- even the ones in California.

The way they stood made it clear they were so new to this -- even a little embarrassed to be doing it. Lila was maybe looking for a way out, with Olga her mentor, shiftless but concerned. Rhonda could only set a high heeled foot forward, before throwing back her hair and giving her straps a tug.

Yep. Stiff competition indeed.

A/N: This chapter was written solely by me (TimedWatcher), so sorry if it's the least bit disappointing.
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