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Coffee & Cocaine (Cyrano x Daleeria)

Every part of Penny had to resist the urge to text Theo while out with his cousins. She did snap some selfies of particular dresses she wanted him to see beforehand, but she didn't drop those to him until after dinner.

It felt like one of those movie montages, where she was in and out of a dressing room trying on every item of clothing handed to her. A lot of them were dresses, bikinis, even some expensive lingerie Penny didn't see much use for. After all, Theo liked her better with no clothes on at all!

Clothes shopping was followed by a delectable brunch and some mimosas at a fancy little downtown Cafe that Amelia had picked out specifically because they had an outdoor patio sat on the water and they could listen to the waves... If Amelia and Penny were capable of stopping talking. Mel groaned at the lack of silence as she ate. Even when the meal came both managed to alternate food and gossip at just the right rate that someone was always saying something while the other chewed.

Penny had a blast. Even if it's not how she planned to spend her day, she really enjoyed hanging out with the hungover Mel and the lively Amelia.

Amelia looked around the microscopic apartment curiously, and Penny could bet she had never been in such a small living space. Girls like her were too rich to live in dorms. "I have closets bigger than this!" she exclaimed while poking at random things on the kitchen counter, including Penny's favorite chipped tea mug. "And it's so dirty, Penny! You need a better maid!"

Mel rubbed her temples and sighed before looking over at Penny. The college girl just smirked. "I'll let her know my new friends don't like her handiwork!"

"Amelia, in what universe do you think a waitress at a diner can afford a damn maid?!" Mel finally broke and explained to Amelia that Penny was, in fact, her own maid too. What a world they must live in, for Amelia to look so fully and adorably confused at that concept. It awed Penny a little and reminded her of the unfathomable amount the girls had spent today. Of course they didn't have to pick up after themselves.

That didn't stop Amelia from further exploring the apartment. "Theo needs to get you a better couch!" she called from the living room as the other two women followed her deeper in. Melanie at least didn't seem so surprised by Penny's meager belongings. But Amelia let out a horrified gasp. "D-did... Did Theo fuck you on a mattress and boxspring on the floor?!?!"

Penny looked at her bed. "Yeah, what's so wrong with that?"

Both cousins had a mixture of amused and curiously horrified at that concept.

Once all the bags of clothes and accessories the three women bid farewell. Penny was finally left to her own devices. She shot Theo a picture back in reply to his question, a pretty smile on her face. "You have some interesting family! I had a great time and I got some cute outfits! I don't think I'm modeling material but I could always use extra money especially when it comes to summertime. No school to get in the way of me making money!"

And then: "Wanna hang out sometime this week? No party or club or nothin', just pizza, movies, and a lot of really wet sex?" she offered almost five seconds after sending the first text with a bright grin.

Penny blinked two days later when two guys knocked on the door from a local furniture company with a whole new queen sized bed with a proper frame that seemed comically oversized compared to her small room. "Dammit Amelia..."
 
Thursday was a long way away, but it was the first day that Theo could get away from his business schedule long enough to spend an evening with Penny and just get away from all of the stress that came with the life. Theo was salary for both parts of his career, and unlike most made men he actually needed to show up in person for his work. That was the entire point of having a messaggero, somebody that was able to go places and be seen without people without piquing law enforcement radar more than any other member of the family. Even less so if possible. It did not matter that Theo was meeting with hustlers, thieves, pimps and killers, because those were exactly the type of people who wanted to clean their money through legitimate enterprise. To live in the lap of luxury and be seen as the ones who both decided what was cool, but also what was real and authentic. Anyone who saw Theo out on the Street knew that he was there because he was selling alcohol and networking, more rappers referenced their liquor and had it showing in their music videos next to beautiful women the better the sales were.

Theo was always out there hustling, but that didn't mean he was a hustler. If he couldn't do his work with Penny on his arm, and he couldn't, then he was going to need to find a way to do his work and Penny and make it all work out.

Even letting Penny go three days without dick was a gamble. There was something stirring inside of Theo that he had never felt before. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Ego. Envy. Rage towards his family in a way that he had never truly felt before.

Certainly, there had always been the unspoken resentment towards the Di Capri family, grateful for them bringing him out of the projects and treating him like family should. Yet still there was the pressure of being bottled up and needing to be everything for everyone except who he was. No true identity except a lack of identity. Like the chameleon, always changing his appearance, but never changing his skin.

Theo rehearsed what he was going to do and say in his mind a thousand times all day. While he was showering and dressing in the morning, while he was jumping from meeting to meeting, from turf to turf. Selling here, signing there, never buying, never stopping. Lunch was grilled ham and cheese on rye, dinner was Chinese takeout. A little bit of everything, but plenty of noodles and crab rangoon to shove down Penny's throat while they watched whatever they settled on. The plan was simple, he was going to step into her door, place the food on the counter, then grab her by the hair, make her look into his eyes, and listen to what he had to say.

"I don't want anyone else buying things for you. I don't want you sleeping with other guys, or going on dates. I don't want you to feel like you need money, or need to work for it. If you want something, or to just want to feel the weight of money in your pockets or count the zeroes in your account. You do those things for me, and I'll do anything for you." It was short, banking on the impact of it to get his message across in a way that wouldn't send her running for campus police. The last thing he wanted was to come across as creepy and abusive, but he also knew that he could not tolerate another night worrying about whether she was with another man, whether some other person was putting money in her hands or leaving it on her nightstand.

Three thousand dollars of cash, two hundred dollars worth of Chinese, a suit tired out from being worked in all day, and thirteen inches of dick looking to make her day, Theo slipped through the side door behind some sophomores and then made his way up the back steps to her hallway and knocked on the door. Lines running through his head again and again waiting for her to open the door.
 

If only Theo understood how much he didn't need to worry about Penny's wandering eye... Theo's hands haunted her hips as she tried on every piece of sexy lingerie than Amelia had shoved into her hands. Every piece that Penny personally insisted on were the ones she could almost picture him rolling down her hips just enough to deep dick her in the room. And not just because there was a little wet spot on them after... but some part of her knew that Theo would appreciate the fact some of the things were to her taste and not his cousin's keen eyes.

Thursday felt like a long time to wait, but that didn't stop her from cleaning up the apartment Sunday night despite just really wanting to crawl into bed and crash and let that hangover officially get slept off. Instead, she picked up her clothes and tidied up the kitchen. Cleaned out her fridge, got rid of the clutter on the counter. Things needed to change around here if she was going to commit to the idea of just hanging out with one guy for a while. She slipped the money he had given her into the dresser drawer with the last bit of a cash and some money Amelia had slipped her with a demand of "Get some proper food in this house!" Mel had just rolled her eyes and herded Amelia away from her new doll-friend.

Even almost a day and a half later she found herself wanting to text him just to swing by and pick her up for a quickie in the car just to get even twenty minutes with those hands on her body. Every wet dream she had featured him and only him. Other boys seemed just like that: boys. Theo was something different. It wasn't just the money, or the fact he could ensure she never had to work again with the bat of her eyelashes... He was just hit different. The sex, the interactions, the way he looked at her like she was more than just a quick lay. Even if he paid her and Penny was slowly coming to terms that she might be getting even wetter with a price tag attached to what she did to him. The better she rocked his world, the more she seemed to get out of it.

And once again, she didn't REALLY care about the money itself. Hell, half of the money she had spent was spent on adding things to the apartment that seemed to keep him from staying in the morning. New sheets for the bed that Amelia had delivered, some snacks and food that weren't just ramen and cheap college food... and the biggest surprise of all she was so stoked for him to see and it seemed so fucking stupid to be so excited about a fucking coffee machine, but it was the thing that chased him away that first morning.

​
Oh, I've been dreamin' 'bout it
And it's you I'm on
So stop thinkin' 'bout it​
​
Maybe if he had considered how frequently Penny was texting him nudes and outfit pics from the shopping trip, he'd have realized she didn't really have the time to be fooling around with other guys. Because it was pretty often. She didn't wear her nice shit to school, but he had received a couple of stereotypical college girl pics of her in a full length mirror with her HCU sweats slung low and some pretty colored g-strings hanging off those hips, at least two selfies of her with whatever book she was studying with at the time, and somewhere between forty and four hundred memes. Besides Porscha, Penny didn't really bother texting anyone else. She knew he was busy, but things were always sent with a casual "Hey hope you're having a good day, here's something funny!" or "Do these sweatpants make my ass look fuckable?" just to tease and let him know she was thinking about him. But she was sure other bitches texted him just as casually. Which is why she texted him mundane bullshit like complaints about classes or teachers, or pictures of random stuff on campus when she was sitting and having her study sessions. Part of her understood he was into her because she was a far cry from the world he was used to.

When she wasn't texting him or working at the diner, she was balls to the walls focusing on her homework. She wanted to make sure that she had nothing to worry about that weekend just in case she could convince him to stay in bed all weekend. Finals would be all too soon and getting these general education classes finished up meant she could REALLY start on the nursing portion of her learning. The part she really wanted to be doing.

Being a nurse hadn't always been her dream, but when she had enrolled in HCU and found herself suddenly having to decide what to do she had to find something to aspire to. She loved the idea of getting to work in pediatrics in specific. She loved working with kids, but being a teacher these days seemed like a new form of torture, and she had no intention of putting herself through that for a bare minimum of a wage. Sure, nursing was hard... but it required moving non-stop and that was something Penny had found inviting. Getting to save people, to help inform and educate people on health, and finding she had a very good memory for the medical terminology helped.

Now it was her biggest goal, and of all places to want to be a nurse, Haven City was facing a constant shortage.
​
Can we just talk? Can we just talk?
Talk about where we're goin'
Before we get lost
Lend me your thoughts
Can't get what we want without knowin'
I've never felt like this before
I apologize if I'm movin' too far
Can we just talk? Can we just talk?
Figure out where we're goin'​
​
Penny had told him she'd consider the modeling thing but that she actually enjoyed her job at the diner because the owners had been so kind to her when she was first struggling after moving to Haven City in the first place. He didn't know the full history behind her circumstances, but she knew if this was going to grow into a regular thing that eventually she'd have to give him her story and hope that didn't turn him off from spending time and money on her. And these people had been good to her. It kept her active and busy even when he couldn't give her constant attention.

Also there was the silent worry of: "What happens to me when Theo gets bored of me?"

She'd never say that out loud to him though.

Penthouse view, left some flowers in the room
I'll make sure I leave the door unlocked
Now I'm on the way, swear I won't be late
I'll be there by five o'clock
Oh, you've been dreamin' 'bout it
And I'm what you want
So stop thinkin' 'bout it​

Penny had some plans for their little date night in: he had volunteered to bring the food if she provided the entertainment and she had a nice little marathon lined up for them to fuck and cuddle to. It was going to be a nice time, even if she had no clue what he actually liked watching. Instead she was focusing on what she enjoyed watching to let him get a bit more insight into her.

The door opened about a minute after he knocked and his shirt was pulled into the apartment by a bodiless hand before the door was shut quickly. When he was finally stepping into the kitchen he'd see the reason for her rush; even with a three day lead up Penny had still been having difficulty choosing between her way-too-many options of lingerie and sexy dresses... and at the end of the day this was all meant to be a nice comfy, cozy movie date with some food and wet ass pussy sliding up and down all thirteen inches of his cock like he was the last dick in Haven City. "Heya!" the topless girl popped up on her tip toes and offered him a kiss that almost felt romantic in nature. "I was trying to remember how to put on a bra when you knocked!"

Obviously she was making a joke, but she was standing there in her kitchen barefoot and top-free with nothing but some sexy lace panties covering her ass. This particular pair she had picked up on a solo shopping trip just the day before. "But now that you're already here I guess why dress up when I'mma just undress you in a few minutes anyways! Ooooh is that Chinese?! God, I'm starving!" Penny jumped from sex to food in 4.5 just like she was some college frat boy. Penny pointedly took the bag from him and set it on the counter right next to the newest purchase his money had bought.

While not the most expensive model on the market, she had found an all-in-one machine that could brew a pot of coffee or make shots of espresso. It even had the fancy milk steamer on it in case he wanted fancy lattes or some bullshit that Penny didn't know about. The younger woman looked up at a him. "Felt bad about lying to you and I have this new job fucking this really hot tall dude so I used the money he slipped into my bra last Sunday to buy this fancy coffee thingie. Now there's no reason for you to leave right away in the morning! And, since I know nothing about coffee I just got a little of everything!"

The apartment was spotless compared to the first time he had entered. It was obviously she had spent as much time cleaning as she had doing homework that week. The counters were cleared off, dishes were put away, and the coffee machine sat where there had once been a bunch of packs of ramen and boxed stuff stacked for ease of access when she got home from work. Amelia's comment about needing a maid had irked the southern belle.

Penny opened the cabinet above the coffee pop and all her boxes of teas were organized, and on the other half of the cabinet there were about seven different brands and roasts of coffee and two brands of espresso. "I even bought milk so we can try making one of those cool latte things if you wanted. I don't know much about this stuff but I figured since I didn't know what you actually liked, I'd just give you all the options!" there was an unspoken hope for praise and approval in her eyes as she excitedly showed him the amendments she had made in the kitchen to make room for him in her life. While she wasn't sure where things were going, she knew she planned on Theo hanging around more if he was down for that. She knew his dick was the only one she found fully interesting in almost a solid year and every part of her wanted to wake up with him tomorrow and eat left over Chinese and play around with the coffee machine almost like a normal couple.

Can we just talk? Can we just talk?
Talk about where we're goin'
Before we get lost
Lend me your thoughts
Can't get what we want without knowin'
I've never felt like this before
I apologize if I'm movin' too far
Can we just talk? Can we just talk?
Figure out where we're goin'
Figure out where we're goin'​
 
There was really no other way to put it. Theo was in lust with this girl. She made him feel like a teenager again. Fumbling around in the dark. Ruled by his passions and his cock. Looking for sensation and looking for pleasure and looking for everything. Messy hair, no clothes but a little bit of lingerie to cover her mons and a pretty smile at seeing him in her space.

It took a few moments for Theo to peel his eyes way from her lithe, little body. Just before she took the Chinese from him and laid it out on the counter he started to notice the differences in the apartment from the last visit. Clean, organized - maintained like it was a space for her soul to thrive and not for it to just be. Part of him did not love the change towards something resembling functional humanity, if only because it was such a contrast from the hot mess who had fucked him stupid their first night together. The part of him that cared for her humanity, for her personhood separated from the slut who drained his cock to dust for fun and came back for more in fifteen minutes, could not help to correlate the cleaning and changes around here with the new couch and the new mattress he knew they were going to be fucking on in the near future.

Was this new clean apartment a choice that Penny had freely made? Or was it something that she felt pressured into doing by the influence of his meddling, but loved, cousins?

Before he could fully process that concern he was giving something resembling an answer, when his eyes were able to peel themselves away from the bounce of her ass. The coffee machine, a meaningful gift and and an inside joke all in one. A thoughtful, almost loving gesture to show that all of the changes that she was making in her home were changes that were happening so that he could feel more comfortable in his skin in her space. The implication being that she expected him to spend almost as much time in her little hideaway as she was spending in fancy dresses up in his penthouse.

As always with Penny, being in her presence was a whiplash of emotion as his heart started pounding and the blood began to flow in so many directions at once. It wasn't until she had finished her coffee tour, looking at him so much like a little girl in need of Daddy's praise, that he knew where his attention needed to go. "This is the one." He told her, reaching over her shoulder and tapping a commercialized version of the Colombian roast that he preferred every morning. For a moment he considered buying the good stuff and bringing it next time, but then he decided that they would shop around the coffees and decide which one they both liked best. Then he'd buy the good good stuff and let her live a little bit more into luxury.

Giving coffee to Penny was likely something akin to feeding cocaine to a hamster. But considering he might just keep her all to himself tomorrow, that wasn't a problem.

Two horses ran in his mind on which words to flow from his mouth. The praise, or the problem he wished to discuss. Nothing stopped his hands though. A light squeeze on her ass, putting her up on her tiptoes, then that soft hand traced its way up her spine to play with her hair. Bringing her body into his chest so that she was looking up at his eyes and inhaling his expensive cologne. It had probably taken him as long to decide on his scent as it had for her to decide what clothes to wear.

"I-" He started to say, then reconsidered how he wanted to continue. " When you say 'new job' it makes you sound like you're -" He didn't finish his sentence, but she did. And this time the praise was instantaneous. Both hands jumped down to grab her perky ass, lifting her not just to his waist, but almost to his shoulders as their lips collided. His mouth opened when theirs collided, but his tongue did not glide in to take possession. Instead it teased hers out and dared her to shove it down his throat like the whore-meat it was. They spun and spun in her kitchen, moaning and contented with their joy until he plopped her ass down on her stove top, just slightly lower than the counter and he let her hands decide how long she could wait before he was inside.

it was going to be fast, fierce, and fucking fantastic like every fuck with Penny was. He owned her, and she knew it and was okay with it, and there was no need for his speech today. What's understood does not need to be explained. He had the money. He had the power. He had possession. But when she took hold of his cock all of that slipped away to the mercies of her body. She could have him however she wanted for as long and short as she wanted with her on that stove top. Theo only offered one piece of resistance to her ravagings until they were sweaty and ready for Chinese.

He didn't cum inside of her this time. That pretty pussy was going to be fucked but clean when he ate it for dessert.
 
Every choice the pretty whore had ever made was purely for her own selfish goals, except for the most major decision in her world that Theo didn't even know about yet. That would be a conversation for another day, though. Today they had plenty of other things to fuck about and avoid deeper discussions. The cleaning up, the coffee, everything she did was because she wanted to, not because she felt like she had to. It brought her joy to see the look on his face as he eyed up the coffee stuff she had spent his money on. Besides, even she had to admit it was nice to have the place cleaned up. It wouldn't take long for it to get messy again, but to Penny this was almost something of a first official 'whore date'. She knew there'd be money in it for her if she worked him right, and obviously she had every plan to work him better than any of his other bitches ever had.

"- a whore?" Penny finished his sentence on her new job, a playful little grin on those soft lips. The girl had come to accept that something about getting his money after he gave her that top-tier BBC had her wetting her panties more than any other man ever had. "Oh yeah, I'm Daddy's little whore alright! My ass is too cute-"

She didn't get to finish her statement about her own ass when he suddenly lifted her up and showered her with the exact type of praise that she had been actively seeking since the moment he walked in to her apartment. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she didn't hesitate to accept his invitation to slip him tongue. Penny had picked up on the way he liked to kiss her and be kissed by her, the only difference this time was that the interaction was in his mouth instead of hers as she shoved her tongue down his throat whore-mantically. "Mmm fuck, Daddy, I'm so glad you got to stop by today," Penny moaned into his mouth as he sat her ass down on the stove.

You had to give it to the whore, she had a knack for getting everyone naked in a flash. With his belt already off and the dress pants dropping to the floor, Theo was just the newest victim of her nude-gility. It was like agility, but exclusive to making sure they were comfortably in their birthday suits. A moment later he was buried inside of her tight cunt and she had her eyes rolling back a little as they started to fuck like crazy college students. The moment his cock hit her cervix they were thrusting and grinding and moaning into each other's lips, the young co-ed running her nails down his chest as she unbuttoned his dress shirt. The once pristine kitchen littered with expensive articles of clothing and them oblivious to anything other than each other's bodies.

The first three orgasms in that position were nice, but not as nice as the next two that had her bent over the stove and screaming loud enough to alert the neighbors that Penny had found a new cock to entertain herself with. "Oh FUCK! Daddy!" her unmarked back, free of the type of ink he was probably used to seeing on the fuck toys he had played with before. "Cum on my ass, I'm getting hungry, Daddy! And I got movies picked out for us!!"

Even though her stomach and mind had turned to food, her hips and cunt kept bouncing and gripping until he was ready to choose exactly when and where he'd cum on her gorgeous body.
 
Time just vanished when you were in Penny's cunt. It was an unexplainable law of the universe that once your head slipped passed those tight lips your brain lost all sense of thought. It must have been hell for the men and boys who had her before. Forgetting about their wives, their girlfriends, their jobs, their grades, every but the pleasure that Daddy's dirty little whore was giving them and baseball, but if she wanted that gone then there was nothing you could think about but hoping that none of those o's were fake since she was the one deciding when and where you came.

Theo could have been fucking her in the kitchen with thirteen inches for thirteen minutes or thirteen hours, and he truly did not know or care. His dress pants were wrapped around his ankles, she'd never given him a chance to take his shoes off, and that pretty new lingerie was just pushed to the side over the swell of her ass. Neither of them had wanted to waste the time of her slipping them off one ankle and then the other, plus Theo wasn't the type of cruel fuck who would have just ripped them off her like dental floss.

"Cum on my ass, I'm getting hungry, Daddy! And I got movies picked out for us!"

Somehow, this whore could tell him that she was getting bored of his cock and it would still sound sexy. He slowed down his thrusts, like finishing a max out work out and your body still wanting to move just so it wouldn't collapse it took willpower to pull himself away from her vice grip and silky lips. Once his bitch breaker was able to free itself from her lovely confines it didn't fire his kids off like a rocket launcher onto her back and ass, just collapsed with a meaty slap one her juicy ass and purged. Exhaustion setting in almost instantly as white hot love painted all over her cinnamon swirl skin. Rivulets of seed rolling down her ass to stain her new panties as he tried to bring himself together again.

Leaning in he trapped her mouth with his, playing with her sweat hair as he sloppy kissed her with his tongue. Anything to get close enough to her to not collapse. "How many?" He asked her while playing with her nipple. Then when she answered he finally pulled away and smacked the underside of her ass where his cum had not flowed. "How did you know that I was thinking about pulling out?" He asked her curiously, conversationally, as he stepped back and out of his pants, slipping his briefs back up. Who knew what kind of nonsense she would get into with uninterrupted access to his cock.

Crouching down he found his wallet and slipped it into his wasteband, folding and hanging up his fancy clothes while she started to get out the food. Taking the money out and putting it behind his back while she wasn't looking he had fifty dollars in one hand and five hundred in the other. Multiplied by the times she'd came.

"Left or right?" He whispered in her ear, kissing on her neck as the food was distributed. Whichever amount correlated with the answer was slipped into the waistband of her panties. Then he tapped his fingers against the money on her skin.

"Tell me why you want this."

His first real command to her. And from any other man it would be an order to tell him what a filthy little fuck-whore she was for his pocket change. From him, it was a supplication for moral justification. Tell me it's okay, tell me I'm good and right for doing what I'm doing to you, using you and turning you into my personal toy. Changing you.
 

"I figured since you said you don't really watch much that I'd pick out a nice selection of the classic college movies: we got Legally Blonde because Elle Wood is like if JT had beat the meanness and blackness out of Porscha, and Hot Tub Time machine because it's just fucking hilarious, and a few others that are quintessential college watches!" Penny answered him while already grabbing an egg roll and stuffing it in her mouth.

It wasn't that she was bored of his dick, it's that she was already pretty fucking hungry when he walked in that door and now sure was absolutely starving and needing to fill the tank back up so she could go full force next round! Which is why when he smacked her ass the adorable squeak was muffled by food. She reached over for a wash cloth and wiped the cum dribbling off her ass and panties.

Penny grinned with a half full mouth of crab rangoon that she was supposed to be dolling out between them instead of shoving them between her pretty little lips. "Well if I told you then it wouldn't be a secret and then you'd change your habits and then I wouldn't be able to read the signs anymore, and that just seemed counterproductive," that was her Penny answer, but her whore answer came next before he ever told her to choose a hand: "But even secrets have a price, don't they? So the better question is 'how much is that answer worth to you', isn't it?"

Keep playin' my heartstrings faster and faster
You can be just what I want, my true disaster
Keep playin' my heartstrings faster and faster
You can be just what I want, my true disaster​

Those lips on her neck distracted her from the food as she closed her eyes and let out a soft purr at the sensation. "Mmmmm left!" Penny moaned out and tried to keep opening up the containers of fried rice and lo mein while pressing her ass against him. Once he pulled away she felt the cash in her waist band before dropping her panties on the floor. She didn't have the same concerns about uncovered body parts and what he could or would do with unadulterated access to them.

And then he asked her the question to beat all questions: "Tell me why you want this."

Why did she want this?

That paused her for real this time, her hands stopping moving while she considered the weight of the question.

The words were charged with an energy that lifted the hairs on the back of Penny's neck and compelled her to look up at him in serious consideration. He wasn't asking her for the dumb bimbo answer that a lot of other girls would have given him to keep him handing out the cash. He wanted her to dig deep for this. To give him all the good reasons why this wasn't wrong, why he wasn't corrupting her in any way that she wasn't enjoying. It was all easy for her to see and understand, but it was so much harder to look him in the eye and put it in words.

Penny pulled out a couple of beers from the freshly stocked fridge and offered him one before taking all of their loaded plates and leading him into the living room.

Pretty girls, they like it fancy
But you don't keep it clean (No)
We get dirty and we go hard
Some things, we don't mean
Tell me, "No one's gonna get ya"
I'm just straight up mad
A fool in love, roll up beside me
And you're just as bad
​
"Theo, the last time you were here my apartment was a mess and I didn't even have viable food in the fridge, much less coffee or anything outside of cup ramen in the cupboard," she laid it down real for him as she set everything on the cheap Walmart coffee table and then patted the spot next to her on the couch. "I was able to take off a shift this week to do some studying in a class I'm struggling it and needed extra time with my tutor just to get through the test. I would have NEVER been able to do that an pay my rent without the money you gave me last time we saw each other. I've been trying to figure out how to balance school with all the hours I need just to handle my shit. So I know you're probably worrying you're pretty boy head over the transaction part of what we're doing, but you're saving my ass and making it fun to do while you're at it," Penny didn't let him speak until she had said her piece, and he would know she was done with her end of it at the moment she picked up her chop sticks and dunked a bit of tempura chicken into her sweet and sour sauce, not realizing how deeply she had managed to read his concerns.

"Besides, my car's about to die and needs some help... and besides someone's gotta pay for my birth control, and it might as well be the one testing it as much as you do." The last part was said with a large grin crossing her face as she grabbed the mouse to her laptop and woke it up. It was HDMI'd to a little 32 inch screen TV she used as a pseudo-monitor when she wanted to watch her Korean drama shows without having to squint for subtitles. "But also just so you know, I genuinely like hanging out with you. Not just for the sex and the pretty shiny cash that bought me a nicer wardrobe and food for the week, but because you're different from the other guys I've fucked around with. And I like that. Now come on, the food is getting cold and we got MOVIES TO WATCH!"

She effectively ended his ability to vocally worry about it by clicking onto her Netflix and turning on Legally Blonde while nakedly pressing her side against him in a loose cuddle so they could still eat freely, a bit smile on her face and the panties and money left on the floor of the kitchen.

I said, come on, give zero fucks about it
Come on, I know I'm gonna get hurt
Come on, give zero fucks about it
Come on
Keep playin' my heartstrings faster and faster
You can be just what I want, my true disaster
Keep playin' my heartstrings faster and faster
You can be just what I want, my true disaster​
 
Fifty dollars for a quick fuck in the kitchen. If Penny was real about how she was feeling about their arrangement then she was going to be working her pussy off to pay for that car the way that her luck was going.

But, her answer gave him some amount of peace. Knowing that he was not taking this pretty little college girl and turning her into a goomah against her will. And he certainly wasn't suave enough to be the one grooming anyone here. Not to mention, as dumb as she seemed like she could be for so many other things that made sense to him, she proved that she was more educated than most of the whores in the city. Even if she could be a bit ditzy. Theo found himself loving every aspect of her as they moved their feast towards the living room and the couch. His hands were full when she sat her bare ass down on the couch that he was intending to return to buy her a new one that wasn't tainted by his cousin's money. Then, he just took a deep breath and reminded himself that discomfort was the price he paid for the wild shit that Penny did to him. And the peace that she gave him afterwards.

Something that Penny might not have noticed about Theo before this moment was that he was left handed, taking up the chopsticks in his left hand and working to avoid their arms brushing together as they both worked at eating their lo mein and rice. The slut had taken a good portion of the crab rangoon, but Theo balanced it out by getting his portions in while she was busy shoving her face with lo mein. Legally Blonde was one of those movies that he had heard about, maybe seen his cousins watching, but had never really watched himself. It was an easy one to watch and eat though, there were moments of comedy and nothing that was too stressful. Something that could make him forget about all of the things that he had going on in life and just focus on the food and feral slut rubbing up to him on the couch.

The empty bowls stacked up next to the laptop, better than on the floor, and once the food was gone Theo wrapped his arm around Penny. Not saying a word and just cuddling up to her. Watching the movie and the moment through her eyes and enjoying something resembling bliss. Then he heard his work phone go off from the clothes he had hung by the door.

"I have to check that." Theo said reluctantly as he slowed pulled his arm away from Penny and groaned from bloat as he rose to his feet. There was a slight tiredness in his eyes from the way that 'work' (underworld work) had intruded its way into the moment of bliss. But what could you do? A mafioso's job was never done.
 
If she hadn't noticed his left handedness before, she was certainly oblivious to it right now. See, unlike a lot of people, Penny didn't see the hand a person used as part of their identity, just like far too many people pretended they didn't see skin color... Right handed? Great, she was too! Left handed? Great, so was Porscha. The only thing she cared about his hands was when they were holding her hips and pulling them down on his cock. Plus, she was still riding the buzz of a good afterglow that only Theo's dick had ever given her, paired with her level of hunger and just how damn good the crab Rangoon was... so his left handedness went ignored for now as she played the movie and cuddled right up to his side.

Even if she had seen the movie a million and one times, she still laughed like each joke was new to her and didn't spoil anything for him coming up. "The second one is actually really good too, probably in my top five movies," she chipped in at some point near the end where things were getting a little more serious and the character growth of Elle Woods really showed.

Penny looked at the intruding sound with a bit of childish annoyance on her face. "Do you really have to check it? It's so far away, and you're so warm-" she whined as she pulled himself away from her and stood up. She ragdolled against him knowing it wouldn't do much to stop him, but with her dead weight letting him know she didn't want him to go.

It would take more than one sleep over movie date night for Penny to accept the full extent of which she was allowed to perform her job as his newest little fuck doll. Never once did it occur to her to do more than delay his getting up; if he said it was important how was she to know the difference? Before long she'd understand that she could trap him inside her pussy and then by the time he remembered he had even missed a text or a call he was too tired to be stressed out about whatever was at the other end of that long. Today though, this world was very new to her and while he could rail her on any surface in this apartment or really any surface they could find outside of it as well, there were boundaries in her head that just seemed normal.

"Hey when you come back, come join me in the shower," instead of stopping him from taking the call altogether she just got herself up and shuffled to the bathroom while eye fucking him as he walked over to his clothes. Giving him incentive to make the call quick. "I'm ready for round two!"
 
His touch hadn't lingered on her long enough and Penny had told him it. Not by any intention of her own, but in that secret language of lovers she seemed silently fluent in. The twany in her voice played out one perception, but the lilt she added to it mixed with the way her body moved when it was walking in the same direction you wanted to be popped pussy on the line between bimbo and femme fatale.

Sometimes Theo didn't know which idea he found hotter: That she was secretly a genius and it was all an act, or that she was really just genuinely that much of a slice of heaven.

"It will be quick I promise, mon cher." Theo called to her, slipping into French once the call was answered. City police did not have the money to get an interpretator for just about any language other than Spanish if they were working a wire tap, Feds and Interpol would need to take the time to find a translator that spoke the Haitian patois, and then that poor bastard would need to cypher through Fendy's Jamaican twist on the Haitian Creole. Fendy was not one of Theo's Haitian cousins, but he was one of the henchmen for Jovir Jolicoeur, Theo's older cousin and the leader of a gang in the projects where his mother lived. Theo and Jovir were close, or as close as they could seem to be with their respective careers and incomes, but even when Theo was talking on the phone to him or a representative they talked in code.

All of these steps to avoid detection, proof of a criminal conspiracy made innocuous.

"Oh ya man, I'm hittin' ya to talk about that big tadoo for ya motha. Man wants to know whether ya gonna be coming round for that ting." English-Frnech-Yardie was hard even for the cunning linguist Teodoro Jolicoeur to decipher at times, but at least this was fairly straightforward to start.

Theo did not have a good relationship with his mother, they had broken off true relations ever since his father dad and the Di Capri's took him in. There was still a proper amount of familial respect between the two of them. She didn't need to work and she could live wherever she wanted. He would call from time to time, or he would occasionally stop by to visit. Though the truth was that his visits were more of an excuse to meet with the Haitian cousins and the gang that they had working than it was anything about seeing his mother. There was just a disconnecct between them that the mafia's best diplomat had no interest in mending that gap.

He had never been her first choice for anything anyway.

"Yeah, I'll probably stop by for a little bit. Need me to bring anything?"

"You a good un, Theo, yeah man was saying the way you run with time the ice will be all melted by the time you come through and every body gonna be mad thirsty. Two sixty-four's of coke and two bags of ice should do it." Four kilos of heroin and two of cocaine to the projects where his mother lived.

Theo pinched the bridge of his nose and then ran his head over his brow, listening to the water starting flowing in the bathroom and picturing her inside.

"Alright. Alright. I'll bring it by. See you then." Theo said and then hung up. Barely long enough for a trace to have gotten up and back again, but the business was done and it sounded perfectly innocuous. Especially when you consider the campaign donations they gave to all of the judges.

Turning his phone on silent and putting it back into his pocket he turned and went back the hall to slip into the bathroom, letting the steam wash over his skin as he slipped his boxer's down. Then he was in the shower and just behind her body.

"One of my cousins, asking me about plans for my mom's birthday." He explained, running his hands over her shoulders. The strain in his voice, the tiredness in his eyes, all begged her to make him forget that it was even a pressing consideration.
 
At some point, there'd be no more allowing phone calls when they were spending quality time together, but tonight Penny was still figuring out her real power. The same question of "genius" or "adorable dumbass who didn't know what she did to people" had been a perpetual argument for most of Penny's close friends since she arrived in Haven City. Porscha hadn't come any closer to answer the question that had haunted her since the moment she had taken the younger girl under her wing. The truth of the matter wasn't any clearer to the subject; she just wanted to be true to herself, and she was young so how the hell was she supposed to know herself already? There was never the sense of purpose or drive that Porscha had to protect the world; Penny was from a relatively stable mixed race household and the only unfair thing that had happened to her in life had nothing to do with the mocha colored skin she sported.

For the first time in her life though, she felt like she was on the right track to figuring out something about herself. Was it the great dicking making her brain work better, or something about the money making her life a lot easier? That was a question to answer later. For now, Penny turned on the balls of her feet the moment he slipped in behind her and dropped straight down to her knees with her mouth wide open. It wasn't necessarily that she didn't care what the call was; if he wanted to talk about it he was more than welcome to, but right now she had better uses in mind for his voice.

It hadn't taken long for her to realize that the more stressed out he was on real life, the louder he got when she slowly swallowed him deep enough he could probably drop all that IQ with a hard enough thrust. A wet mouth and a tight throat was all he needed to worry about tonight. Dark eyes flicked up at him to make sure they were the only things he was thinking about.

From the shower blowjob, to bending her over the bathroom counter, fucking her up against the wall, folding her in half on the bed. Sometimes they'd finish a round only to roll over and flip on the next movie, or they'd slide into the kitchen to reheat some Chinese and he'd smoke a cigarette on her small balcony while she rehydrated. Most downtime was spent laying with each other on the bed or couch just soaking up the energy between them. It was the darkest hours of the morning when they finally collapsed from their final fuck of the night, her cunt sore and her body exhausted beyond all movement. With him spooned behind her with his hands possessively cupping her tits, Penny was able to crash hard and not even twitch if he moved again or not.

Sleep like this was more restful than any other night, and Penny was the first one up this time, sleeping a few hours before finding herself wide awake counting his breaths and spooned up against his warmth in the bed his cousins had bought and trying not to move too much. Theo earned the extra sleep after all, and probably needed it to process every way that his world was changing just by her being in it. And still, Penny didn't recognize what power she held over one of the most powerful men from the absolute most powerful families in the city. To her, all Theo was was "Daddy".

When he finally realized she was missing from the bed beside him, Penny was standing in front of her fancy new coffee machine in a silk robe that was barely closed with a confused frown on her face. "The instructions are really fucking confusing. Or maybe Daddy just fucked me dumb," she didn't try to move out of the way to show him the instructions or the machine. As a matter of fact she seemed to lean on the counter just to keep herself standing... but she wouldn't let him so easily see her struggle against her jello legs and aching hips and cunt. "Good morning, Daddy. I wanted to surprise you with coffee but this isn't the industrial sized Bunn at work..."
 
Penny fucked all of his problems away. Again.

There was a sense of peace that overwhelmed his whole bdoy when she was finished with him. Taking away all of those stressors of his day to-to-day whether they were economic, familial or criminal. There was nothing to worry about when her cunt was draining him of all he was and all he would ever be. When her mouth was lapping up the sweat from his collar bone and licking all over his salty skin. Her mouth, taking him again and again, just for the pleasure of the sensation and the joy of service to him. Every part of her at his disposal, and yet, she still held so much control that she did not seem to know. He could toss her around, bend her in half, spank her, break her, fuck her to oblivion, but all it would take was one displeased noise or one warning flick of her finger and he would be back on his heels apologizing and ensuring that every part of her was properly kissed to perfection. Not that he played near as rough with her as other men that she had seen. He wasn't that kind of man. Wasn't that kind of Daddy. Not until she made him one.

Wake up came late for him, with no alarm to drive him from the comfort of the bed that his cousins had bought. There were outlets on the sides of the bedframe that you could charge your phone on, and that and its good performance the night before did much to endear him to the interloping furniture. The same as the couch in that regard. Penny had this way of making things that had irked him, irritated him, or genuinely bothered him before he walked into her door disappear from meaning after even a few minutes under her attention and care.

He wished that he had woken the second that she stirred from the bed. The very moment that her touch left his skin and her warmth vanished from beneath the sheets. That did not happen. Instead, it took fifteen minutes for him to stir from his dreams, to turn over thinking that she had merely wandered away from him in her sleep, only for his reaching hands to find no soft form to take purchase in. Only then did a shot of cortisol find its way into his veins and he was rising from the bed, hurriedly but not panicky. Without her beside him all of the stress from the night before returned to the forefront of his mind until he stepped out of her bedroom and saw her leaning against the kitchen counter, bashfully struggling to operate the arcane coffee maker that she had acquired for him, with the rows and rows of organized coffee flavors piled up next to it.

Wearing just his briefs he strode across the space between them, rounding the corner and wrapping his arms around her waist, crotched pressed against the swell of her ass as his lips danced up her spine and under her ear until she turned her face so that their lips could say good morning.

"First, you do this." He whispered to her, taking her hands and guiding them to the water. "Then this." They pressed the water in together. "You've already done this, good girl." He praised her when eh found the right amount of beans in the right aperture. Shutting that door again the light turned on. "Lastly." He took her hands and placed two coffee cups beneath the double nozzles. Then he pressed her finger against the start button and pushed it. His body slipped away from her for a moment, withdrawing a joint the size of her little finger from the confines of his dress clothes and placed it between her slips.

"Go do me a favor and smoke this on the porch. I'll get started on breakfast. How do you like your eggs?"
 
This was way better than her initial plan of waking him up with the smell of coffee, if Penny was being honest. If she had managed to figure it all out by herself, then he wouldn't have any reason to press her against the counter like this and guide her hands to do the right things. His warmth against her brought a little strength back to her body and she pressed her ass tight against him and focused on what he was showing her how to do. At least she got the coffee portion of it right. That was the clearest part. There were so many settings and options and it was a lot to take in... But having him there showing her with his cock pressed against her ass was a very motivating factor in the learning process.

"I suppose 'fertilized' isn't the answer we're looking for here?" coy winks and flirty smiles as she turned around and kissed her way from his chest up to her tip toes to reach his neck as she took the joint. "Is this weed? I've never smoked weed before..."

It wasn't something she was against; Porscha smoked a lot. So did JT. Penny didn't even mind catching what she assumed was a contact high when hanging out with them... but to smoke any amount herself? Buuuuuuuut....

Daddy told me to. And I'm a good girl!

So she shrugged and kissed his lips again before she dropped back down onto her heels and sashayed away with that robe hugging her curves. "I'm not really picky when it comes to my eggs. Scrambled, over easy, sunny side up, I'll eat eggs anyway!" she stopped at the threshold to finally holler her real reply back at him before opening the patio door and stepping out into the perfect sunny morning. There was enough of a breeze to keep it from being hot, but the sun had the potential to burn if you stayed out in it too long. It was that perfect cusp of true summer, where you could still smell the last of spring in the air. There were a lot of people outside enjoying the day: co-eds from the surrounding apartments skated, walked and jogged around the neighborhood and onto the campus to get their fresh air.

Penny had fallen in love with this apartment because she had a perfect view of the street from her balcony and could sit out here and work on her laptop and sip on her tea all day long if she wanted. It was easy to watch people from here without being seen as weird, especially with homework in hand. As she flicked the bic that Porscha had handed her one day when she wanted to light candles, and lit her very first joint, she realized how new this was, and how nice it was as well. There was a man in her apartment getting breakfast cooking, she was taking her very first toke, and the weather was perfect.

The funky smoke rose out of the end as she coughed on her first hit, choking as she learned how the hell to smoke anything for the first time. She was the good girl. The clean girl. But Theo made her want to be so, so dirty. "I bought some bacon and stuff too, by the way!" she called into the apartment to let him know that she had really stocked up on groceries, even if most days she was horrible at cooking them.
 
Fertilized.

She could not have known how perfect that answer was, because he could not have known how his body would react to that until she was kissing those sweet lips up his chest and onto his neck. Then her belly was pressing against his crotch and she could feel that morning wood rising up to meet her. Feral and domestic should not mix so well together, yet Penny made it all seem so natural. She made him want to make mistakes. To take her back to his penthouse and lock her inside, to fuck her until she finally hit exhaustion all day and night. The fire she lit underneath his skin, screaming for him to possess her, control her, take her and own her. To keep her as his and his only, hidden from the world so that no one else could dare stain her skin with their filthy eyes. She made him feel feverish and sick, like he wanted to vomit and sob at the type of evil impulses she drew out of him, and then she did something so cute and charming that he could not help but smile and overflow with bliss.

He had all the money, but every breath she took seeped with pussy power.

She had to feel the way his eyes fucked her as she walked towards the balcony, the way her hips moved like she was begging him to bend her over and take her again right there. Part of him knew that until he came around she was free pussy for whoever wanted it, that that was why she didn't feel bad offering him the deluxe package at thrift store prices. That was the thought that sustained him as he watched her disappear and heard her call out.

Contrary to popular belief, rich boys could cook, at least some of them at least. The Di Capri's had always had private chefs handling their cooking, a whole team of them and servers making sure that every dish that was laid on their table was absolute perfection. They flew ingredients in from all over the world in the least sustainable fashion, decked their plates with as much opulence as their bodies. More than once Theo had eaten gold flakes, but Theo had not always lived that way. He remembered the hunger that came with being a bastard boy in the projects, his mother out more than she was in, and nodding off when she was in more than she was upright. Cooking had been one of the only ways to make sure that the food in their fridge stayed there just long enough not to go bad. And when it did he had other cousins to lean on to make sure he was fed. Yet, he still remembered what it was like to miss meals. One of the electives he had taken at HCU was in culinary arts, justified by pointing out just how much restaurants worked as fronts for money laundering. A fact well known to the Di Capri family, though they usually left such work to the younger relatives of lower level members.

Consequent to say, Theo knew his way around a kitchen, and he reorganized her space while he went. Making it efficient for him, whatever impact that might have on her own interests and well-being. Cream and sugar went into the coffee while the eggs were omeletting on the skillet, mixing in a few different spices, a touch of garlic powder, cheese and sour cream of course, and then there were the bacon bits and a little bit of crushed lettuce for a vegetable. He was no waitress, carrying two plates and two cups out to the balcony where baby girl was blazing, but he made it work as he laid everything out on the mesh table she had waiting there. He would buy her a new one for a handjob, he decided without realizing what he was doing.

Much like a wage-slave might measure value in hours after a time, Theo was starting to measure the prices of her possessions in terms of what she could do for him.

"I put cream in your coffee.' He told her and then blushed at the look in her eyes. "Not like that you freak." He teased her, smiling at the side of her he loved, while also offering her an opportunity to correct him on how she preferred to be degraded.
 
Weed ain't shit.

Ah, the famous last words of any first time stoner who's high hadn't hit yet. There was no reason to say it out loud, but she could certainly not feel any difference half a joint in. Her stomach growled loudly though as a reminder that she had, in fact, burnt a shit ton of calories on sex and sleep since her last meal. And the scents from the kitchen made her wiggle like an excited puppy for a home cooked meal. It had been a long time since she had one.

As Theo set the food down in front of her, Penny giggled excitedly and missed her cue to make a cream joke as she took that first perfect bite. "Aww, but that's extra protein and I need all the protein I can get!" she might have botched her timing, but the comeback was accompanied by an almost sincere pout. Of course, if he was going to put that type of cream in her coffee, she preferred to help him. "Wow, you really know how to cook!!"

That second bite was savored without distraction. So far he had seen her inhale all of her food like someone was attempting to steal it from her. She couldn't help it; she was usually ravenous and her metabolism didn't much help. Add in her level of physical activity...

But Theo had just put in more effort than almost any man had ever put in for her and she wanted to validate that effort. Besides, the omelet was really fucking amazing. The eggs were the perfect fluffiness that you just couldn't get on an old grease covered diner flat top griddle, the cheese did the nice string pull that cooking shows loved to slow-mo for dramatic effect, and even the coffee was somehow just right for her taste buds. Normally she hated coffee, but today it just added to the weed and the meal and the general vibes.

It wouldn't occur to her later that this was only the best meal of her entire life because the weed, was in fact, "shit".

This is the quietest he'd ever see her; enjoying the meal he made for her with a cup of coffee on that tiny balcony. Penny still finished eating before he did. And then her mouth opened again and wouldn't shut again.

"I got a shit ton of new outfits, maybe I should go put one on just so you can have fun stripping it off of me!?" out of nowhere the idea came, red eyed and bubbly faced as she started to think about how they could spend their day. "I mean, I'm not planning on letting you leave after all. Unless we go somewhere, but if we go somewhere I'd still need to put clothes on. Do you know how many bikinis they made me try on?!"

Stream of consciousness came out of her mouth, but her body moved from her seat to kneel in front of him, already going for his cock with full intention of choking on his dick while he enjoyed the rest of his meal and coffee. The joint lay half finished in the small ash tray she had conjured up from probably Porscha's at some stage.

"So what's a whore gotta do to earn a new car?" she idly asked as she motioned to her aged Camry and it's more state... After all, if Daddy was going to shower her in cash, and she was embracing this lifestyle, it couldn't hurt to ask!!
 
People watching was always a pleasant pass-time for Theo. It was something that he could do without needing to be in the center of attention, not needing to draw anymore to himself among the Di Capri's monochromatic surroundings. It probably started as a protective response, keeping an eye out on people to make sure that they were not somehow a threat to him and his. A threat to the comfort and stability that he had paid for with his father's life. There was also a joyous aspect to it, separated from needing to watch psychopaths and celebrities for the little quirks and idiosyncrasies that revealed what was really going on underneath it all.

Now he could just watch Penny and enjoy the way that she could just, 'be'.

This was her first time being stoned, and he could tell that she shit she'd smoked was putting in good work on her taste buds. Texture and flavor were probably going wild in her head right now, the way she wolfed down the breakfast that he had made her was different than how she had devoured the Chinese food the night before. There was a focused-lack-of-focus in way she brought the meat to her lips and let it melt in her mouth. With the Chinese food it had been a rush, shoving as much into her mouth as possible before it got cold. Here, she ate fast but she was appreciating what she ate. Showing the product of his labor the same type of attention that she paid to him. The same type of affection and deification that she gave him.

Considerate, that was the word for it. And genuine. With the other goomahs he had, the other whores and kept women, they performed the act and knew that it was an act. But with Penny, it did not feel that way. When she dropped to her knees in front of him his eyes left his own food to focus on her for a moment. Giving her the attention she was clearly craving in return.

"I want you to show me everything." Theo told her, a smile on his face picturing the little fashion show that she was going to put on for him. That would be her life if he could convince her of it. No worrying about school, or grades or bills. Just relaxing, doing what she enjoyed doing, and never wearing an outfit or bikini more than once before buying its replacement. That was the life that most goomahs were able to enjoy, both his cousin Augy's and his uncle Alphonse's, as well as the women kept by other men in the Di Capri Family. It was the level of dispensable wealth that Theo had always known that he would be able to achieve if he stayed working with Blue Grotto and his uncle's legal businesses. Things had changed on New Years, 2018 in Ibiza. There had been a dirty cop that was causing trouble for some of their friends, making it difficult for them to bring in the things that they needed to in order for the entire organization to flow, not just in the Balearics but in the West Med in general.

Theo had been the one to kill him, putting a bullet through his brainpan while he was lavishing in a jacuzzi. For a moment Theo remembered what it looked like, seeing all the brains and blood floating in that roiling water. And then his eyes met hers again and he forgot about all of the difficult things that he had done to enter into the tax bracket he was in now.

Reaching out across the table he took hold of the joint by the butt and brought it to his lips, inhaling while sucking off the flavor of her as he sent smoke rings floating off of her balcony. Then he lowered his hand and brough the joint to her lips again.

"You didn't finish your breakfast ma cher."
 
Later, after Theo was gone and the high that came with being on his dick disappeared, she would consider a bit more deeply about the lifestyle he was offering her; a life free of debt and worry, never having to do a day of work that wasn't pleasing him or looking pretty for someone else on his behalf. If she really wanted she could walk down to the school on Monday and drop out and she wouldn't even have to worry about paying anything back to the school because she knew Theo would probably jump at the chance to pay them for her freedom. A life of just shopping and riding on his dick night and day, of being his pretty little arm candy fuck toy.

But was that what she really wanted?

It sounded great in theory. Any other bitch would jump on it in a heartbeat. However, it was a shallow way to end the last two years of struggling she had done to get her GED, pass her ACTs and get scholarships and grants enough to even attend HCU's nursing program. Hours spent with tutors to keep her general education grades on track, all while working forty hours per week and still finding time to have a social life, to enjoy her youth while she still had it. Every day might be a stress; never knowing where your next meal was coming from, or if your roof would stay over your head, but it was the life Penny had bought with the breaking of her own back. And Penny could sense he had done some really hard things in order to be where he was. As different as they were, in a lot of ways they were carved from the same half-negro cloth as one another... it was just up to them to fully accept and understand that concept.

He had his dreams. Penny had her own. He was just the hand she needed in order to achieve that dream. That didn't mean she didn't want to be his pretty little weekend lover; the fuck toy he took to clubs and parties and showed off to the world like a piece of property. She'd dress however he wanted, throw on whatever he bought her without a moment of hesitation... but she knew there'd be times where he had to handle his own business. It just happened that her business was school and becoming a nurse. She hoped she'd be able to get him to understand one way or another.

They weren't there to focus on the harshness of their realities though... Penny smiled up at him, eyes full of mischief as he offered her the joint back. "Oh I'm full, thanks... but a little extra protein never hurts, especially with all of the exercise I have planned for us today!" and then she took a nice, long hit of the joint and with full eye contact she lowered her lips to wrap around his bitch breaker and reintroduced him to the back of her throat before exhaling that smoke around his cock. Porscha had told her about some tricks and tips that Penny was all too excited to try on Theo now to see if it made his eyes roll back the way Porscha made JT do.
 
That was the difference between Theo and those men. Men who thought that they were better than others simply because they had money in their pockets. Simply because when they gambled they did not need to be their life. There were other men that Theo knew, some he reviled, some he did not, who bet their lives on every decision that they made. With those men you took your life into your hands when you stepped into their presence. Rich men, violent men, cruel men. None of them were strangers to Theo, but he was not one of them. Theo was something else- himself.

Those kind of men would see Penny and her vulnerability, they would use her and change her and break her, and they would never have a second thought about what all they had done to her. Like a child who had outgrown a toy they would snap her limbs, chew off her prettiness and toss her away in the trash when she was no longer fun to play with.

Theo had never been that kind of man. He was not better than them, but despite what they thought he was not worse than them. Not because he would rather live with people than kill people, not because of where he came from, where he was raised, or the color of his skin. He knew what those kind of men, the kind of men that were part of his other life, would think and do when they saw a woman like Penny by his side.

If that happened then everyone would see a side of him that stayed very, very hidden.

Taking the joint she was finished into deft hands he brought it to his lips, pressing them together as her lips touched the base of his cock and her throat strained to hold him yet again. Their eyes met in that moment as he French inhaled the cannabis smoke, then blew smoke rings out and over her balcony. Floating up and up and up and away from the cursed place that was Haven City. He did not moan for her, not like Tanner used to. Someone had taken his moans from him, taught him to hide his pleasure down and deep. Taught him that showing it too openly when given by a woman was a sign of weakness.

As much as he was not one of those men, they had left their scars on him.

So instead of singing her mouth's praises, he placed the joint back in the ashtray to be rediscoverd after he finished his breakfast, and started to eat the meal he had prepared and the coffee that he had purchased as if it were any other morning. As if there were not a goddess worshipping him underneath the table.
 
Penny would always love Tanner. First loves always hit harder, but the tragedy of his loss made it worse. It was that innocent small town, homecoming-and-promise-rings level of bullshit. The "let's go to colleges within two hours of each other if we can't go to the same one" type of relationship, a love based off of kisses in the bed of pickup trucks and running naked in the river splashing and laughing in the heat of the summer. Country songs couldn't even pin just how country that shit had been.

It wasn't that she didn't believe in love: she knew unconditional love in him. No judgements, no trying to tame her or change her. Always willing to follow in the wake of her chaos especially if he knew he'd get laid for it.

Nothing would ever compare to it.

That's why she didn't go looking for it. Life was about fun, experiences making you wiser and braver. Once she had gotten out of her Southern Baptist mother's control, and had broken out of her shell, Penny had decided that she was going to work twice as hard and play three times as hard to make up for all the life Tanner couldn't live. She wasn't about to go smoking crack, or anything insane.

But sucking dick for a new car?

That wasn't off the table. It was definitely under the table though.

Penny was determined to at least make it hard for him to eat peacefully. Even if he wouldn't willingly make a sound, the co-ed did her best to force a noise out of him. In her mind, that was the name of the game; she didn't earn a new vehicle until he had cum and gave her sounds.

Either way, she was plenty loud enough for both of them; "GluckGluck GluckGluck," a steady rhythm, drool leaking down his balls as she fucked a few IQ points out of her brain stem. The weed making her think all sorts of high philosophy, like the value of being good at sucking cock.

A blowjob wasn't just a blowjob after all, it was a test of skill and a labor of love. You didn't go down on a guy who's dick you didn't at least want to enjoy again, and you especially didn't do your best job unless you wanted to make sure he craved your mouth every time he closed his eyes.

That was the real goal. Every time he closed his eyes to sleep, she wanted him dreaming of her mouth, wanted him needing her cunt to catch his zzzs, finding his peace in her pussy was paramount.

Her left hand cupped his balls, massaging and fondling as he got close to finishing his breakfast and she got close to making his cock explode in her mouth and all over her pretty little face.
 
Every other coed who was enjoying this chilly morning on their balcony would hear what she was doing and would know what she was. That was the beauty of Penny's shamelessness, unlike most who were so captured by their own self-disgust and sensation of wrongness in their very being, Penny was shameless because she was a hedonist. She genuinely believed that there was nothing wrong in seeking her bliss in the way that she did, and there was nothing more blissful for her than bringing pleasure to others.

And fuck if the country-fried three-hole slampiece kneeling under his breakfast did not know exactly what he liked.

No mouth had ever taken him like she did, as much as she did, and as eagerly as she did. The nursing student was an energizer fuckbunny of lust and the hardest part was that Theo did not even know how much of her actions were an act or a conscious thought and how much of it was pure reflex. An instinctual knowledge of what he needed, and a gleeful joy at knowing that by giving him what he needed she would never need anything in the world other again. Never did any sign of guile or cunning appear behind those nymphomatic eyes, never did he suspect she was plotting to make him obsessed with her body so that he could not sleep or wake without her surrounding him and milking him for all of he was worth. Right now, she said that she just wanted a new car, but he knew that there was something that she wanted more than his money and the objects that he could give her.

She wanted his cock for cock's sake and wanted his cum because it was cum.

So he gave her her sounds, not as much as she would like, not as loudly as she would like, and not as freely as she would like. But, they were given, here and there. Each time disguised as a reaction to his eggs and the coffee, as if he were arrogantly praising his own skill as a chef and not her skill as a cock puppet for the big, black cock that was making her a drool spattered mess as she bruised her knees on the hard floor of her balcony. Finally, he finished the meal and could hide it no more. Silverware clattered to the table as his whole body started to shake, a strangled gasp escaping from parted lips as he forced his head from facing the sky from bliss and looked down at her face as she claimed her prize.
 
At the end of the day, Penny didn't know where this adventure would go, and that was part of the excitement of it! Either they would have their fun for a while and go their separate ways after they got bored, or they would grow into something more. Penny wasn't thinking about a future though, she was living in the here and now because tomorrow wasn't a guaranteed but today she was breathing and her heart was pounding to the timing of her glucks as his cock twitched hard in her throat. If it was the last thing Penny would do, it'd be to break down those barriers that others had built up in his heart. It was never about the money, though that was a perk and was quickly turning into a kink. From the very beginning, it was about the fun. It was about taking that weight off of his soul and balls and turning it into her own chaotic brand of energy. It was about both of them cumming over and over again until there was nothing left but peace. Pleasure, pain, joy, humor, Penny wanted to feel it all and right now, she wanted to feel it all with him.

Cum ran down her chin as she pulled away to swallow the overflow, her tongue flicking out to try to clean herself up like she had just made a slight mess with her breakfast. She even made a dramatic show of standing up, moving back to her seat as if she hadn't just done that, and patting her face clean with her napkin before downing some more of her coffee and picking up the joint to resume the rest of her breakfast that Daddy had chastised her for not finishing. "Mmmm I don't know, Daddy, if I had to choose between your cooking and your dick it'd be a really hard choice, both taste amazing!" the brunette chirped and leaned back in her seat casually. "So, we want to do that fashion show after breakfast, or does Daddy want to do something else today? I'm all yours all day!"
 
March 27th, 2020
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Theo had been gone from Haven City for the entire week of midterms.

It was a planned absence, part of his preparations for making this the best spring break that Penny would ever experience. As far as he knew this would be the first time that she ever left the country, certainly the first time that she would be to Europe or Ibiza, and he wanted to give her the perfect experience of it all. That meant that even though he would be working during the festivals across the islands, she would be by his side. After all, 90% of his job was representing the brand while partying with VIPs, making sure that Blue Grotto looked like something that wealthy, powerful, talented and most of all sexy people drank when they partied.

Of course the man who was representing that brand needed to have the sexiest woman on the island on his arm the entire time.

Monday was spent in Dubai, readying contracts for the Summer tourist season to hit in full. Then he was down in South Africa, both Johannesburg and Cape Town. Hitting up a concert, meeting with some smuggler connections, and of course stopping in to pay his respects to the local representatives of the Dutch mafia. On Thursday he was in Lagos, even though he did not speak the language French and Arabic did him plenty well. Drinking from shotgun shells in the jungle, arranging for weapon deals and trades to bandit clans, and making sure that the networks between Morocco and West Africa made it through the wartorn Sahel. Friday he spent in the air preempting his sleep, and when the wheels of the Blue Grotto private jet finally touched down again it would be in Pacific Time, the exact moment that Penny's last final was scheduled to end.

Just enough time for him to have a quick bite before Joe's car pulled up with Penny in tow

There was no doubt in his mind that he would be spending the hours while his jet raced the sun in the Mile High Club. Whether Penny was already a member was just one of the questions he was waiting to learn the answer to. Yet, there was still a part of his mind that held reservations about this trip. It felt strange bringing her to the place where he had killed his first man.


Joe Russo was a Di Capri family soldier who had made his bones the same time as Theo and Augy had. Cleaning up some of the messes that came their way during the Regulator Civil War. While Augy and Theo both promoted to made men, Theo being the first black man to ever be welcomed into that brotherhood, Joe had remained where he was. If somebody would have asked him what it felt like to be jumped over for Theo, and whether he had any issue with the racial politics of it, Joe would have told them to shove it up their ass. Then probably given that ass a good kicking for good measure.

As far as Joe was concerned Theo had earned his promotion as much as any other mafioso, possibly more so considering how much money that he had brought into the family and how much his diplomacy had done to expand their interests and keep them all from getting tossed into something as fucked up as a Haven City War again. Not that Joe had any problem going to war, life was just easier when you didn't need to go to the mattresses every other month.

Once Theo was promoted Joe's work became simple: do what Theo told him to do. He was his driver, his bodyguard, even his errand boy if Theo needed one. Though more often Joe was able to grab up some associate who wished that they could move as high as Joe had and send them to do things like collect escorts, clean his laundry, grab take out and all of that menial shit.

Not this time though. Joe could feel how important this piece of ass was to his friend, and he knew that he could only trust him with somebody who knew would die rather than give her up, even under torture. Not that Joe thought it would come to that anytime soon.

The job was simple, roll up in front of the biolabs at HCU, put the car in park and wait until the whore came out from her test. Put her in the back of the car. Drive to her place so she could get her bag. Theo was specific about the next part, check her bag and make sure that the only things in it were essentials. And not a stitch of clothes. Apparently Theo had bought her a whole new spring break wardrobe. Then, drive her to the airport and get both of their asses on board.

If only waiting wasn't such a drag.
 
Two weeks had never seemed so long in Penny's short life. She swore it was just because the dick was so good and the money was better and nothing deeper than that. Strictly professional with a side of fun. Already she had officially left the diner, citing the need to focus on school and less hours at work. And her fridge was full of food, her dress full of lingerie worth more than her laptop, and that new car she had sucked cock for? Three days after their little overnight she came downstairs to start her junker and in it's spot was instead a new car with a bow on it!

Penny didn't need to go back to her apartment at all. Theo had said, don't pack clothes and Penny was far too eager to get on that plane and drain his balls. That meant her backpack was locked and loaded so she could be back bouncing on his dick as quickly as possible. Not only was there not a shred of clothing in her backpack, there was also nothing under her HCU hoodie but a cute mini skirt.

As she bounced her way out of her Antomy and Physiology final feeling confident in how well she did, she handed her backpack over for Joe to search for clothes. "We can just head to the airport, I got all I need in there," Penny said with a smile, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. "Let's go!"

Impatient and young, the girl climbed into the back of the car and from there to the airport, Joe probably never had another moment of silence. The petite whore talked about everything under the sun, from the weather to the finals she just took, and landing on the subject of how excited she was to see Theo and go traveling. She had never left the country before this and was excited Theo was getting a first.

It should have been a red flag in her head, the moment she saw Theo's handsome face and her pulse quickened. It wasn't the clit-throbbing lust, but general happiness to lay eyes on him after two weeks apart. "Hey, long time no tongue!" Typical Penny casualness as she strutted right up to him and yanked him down into a tongue filled kiss as a greeting.
 

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Penny was somewhere between a crossfade and an experience, and unlike with some of the other girls that Joe needed to drive around for other people Penny actually made it fun. The whores, the Phantasies girls, and escorts who Joe needed to drive here and there were always worried about the performance they were putting on and never talked about anything taht really mattered anyway. Not that Joe would know what to do if he needed to carry on a conversation with somebody who was talking about something that really mattered. Especially not a beautiful woman.

It only took a few seconds with Penny for anybody who was in the life like him to realize that she had no clue what she was stepping into, and that Theo was trying to keep her that way. For as long as he could. And Joe could appreciate that for his friend. Feeling himself filled up with some of the excess life that she gave off. At the end of the car ride, Joe didn't feel like he did dropping off any other girl. Like he was dropping off a piece of meat for the market or a gold digger at the mine. It was almost romantic, watching her slip out of the car, throwing her backpack over her shoulder and moving towards the steps of the plane where Theo was waiting at the top.

Of course, that did not stop Joe from enjoying the upskirt view as she made her way up the steps. And getting a little jealous at how she eagerly threw herself right at Theo, nearly knocking him back into the cabin of the private jet before he could even say hello.

Theo's hands immediately went to where they belonged, the first to her ass pulling her in as he walked backwards and then to the side, his other hand playing with her hair and holding her head against his as their lips crashed together and their tongues danced. They did not part from each other until the ramp was up, the door was closed and the plane was rolling down the runway and towards the air.

"Excuse me," the pretty flight attendant clearer her throat to break up the romance before it turned into something far less appropriate for the front room of the air craft. Not that the front room hadn't been used for orgies and morsies before. There was no shame on the flight attendants face, or embarrassment. The money that they were paid for their services and their discretion was more than enough to remove any such types of discomfort from moments like these. "The pilot is taxing to the runway, and we'll be taking off shortly. There are seats for both of you in the private suite, and a bottle of chilled wine waiting. Please take your party there until we are in the air." The attendant smiled to both of them and then moved to her own seat.

Theo chuckled privately to his little whore as he took her gently by the hand and started to lead the way back towards the final cabin on the private jet. It was not a huge plane, but it was large enough to make an impression on the Texan slut. And then there was the private suite itself. Queen sized featherbed, Egyptian cotton couple thousand thread count in the sheets. Jacuzzi visible in the bathroom. And a stripper pole just off center from the bed.

"I've missed you." Theo whispered as he pressed a kiss behind Penny's ear and shut the door behind them, the bottle of wine in a cooler next to the bed. There were also joints waiting to be rolled for them and other party favors that were leftovers from Augy's last party.
 
"I think the finals went well. Little nervous about algebra still. My tutor did his best. Dumb how I can memorize a chart worth of numbers but can't remember the Pythagorean theory!" moment their lips parted, the co-ed started filling him in on their time apart as she followed him deeper into the plane. She didn't pout or play sad, they had plenty of time to play tonsil hockey, and it was easier to get the chit chat out of the way. It was hard not to look impressed, but in the sort of a "this is weird, and cool, but also really??" of a girl who hadn't ever had the opportunity to enjoy the ammentities of a private jet of any size.

This was a level of luxury that Penny didn't know how to digest just yet. Then again, Penny had never gone anywhere by plane before. Her mom and dad were both from Texas. Their siblings and parents were all within driving distance. Penny had driven herself from Texas to Haven City. Driving on the road was freedom. But getting to drink, fuck and all thousands of feet in the air?! Penny was nothing, if not adaptable.

"I might have missed you. Just a little!" Penny teased at his whisper, as if she didn't just throw herself at him the moment she laid eyes on his fine face. As if her perfectly waxed cunt wasn't dripping for the chance to have his face between her legs, or his dick deep inside of her, whichever came first.

She pressed her perfect, naked ass up against him, skirt riding up her hips to show off she had taken the no clothes thing seriously. "Also I'll take the time to be impressed with the plane once you stretch my cunt out, 'kay, Daddy??" the hoodie came up over her head and ended up next to her backpack on the floor.

Topless and in nothing but the skirt, Penny eyed the stripper pole with a head tilt. "Can you buy me pole dancing lessons? Heard it's great exercise, think of what I could do with all that flexibility and core control! And plus I'd look sexy and not hurt myself!" Penny was rambling a bit now as the exhaustion of a long week of all-nighters and study groups caught up with her. "Okay I need wine and an orgasm, I'm officially delirious!"
 
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