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Keeping the Family Business Alive [Bene and Daleeria]

Gavin let out a surprised groan as Lana ran her tongue along his length. The metal of her ring ran along it, and was the weirdest sensation he had ever experienced. But also one of the hottest. Despite having been sucked of by girls with tongue rings, Lana already too the cake. She knew how to use it.

“Yeah, but so far you’re pretty decent.”he admitted, knowing the compliment would only serve to embolden her.

That’s when he felt the back of her throat. And yet her brown eyes still stared into his green. She took it all and barely even flinched. That was some impressive shit given his size. But Gavin couldn’t have her getting cocky.

His thick hand reached out take grip of her hair. A fist formed just behind her head and held her hair tightly. That same hand started pushing towards his hips, forcing her to keep his cock there. It was a great way to deal with that mouth of hers.

Almost half a minute later, he finally let go of her hair a moment to let her breath. Fuck that incredible. And hopefully knocked her down a peg. If not, then he was about to get a LOT rougher with her.

“You suck cock like a slut who knows she just made a great deal.”
 
Never in her life had anyone tried to grab the reigns from a Lana Rockwell blowjob until today, and Lana might have glared as he held her down, struggling and trying to get what she could breath wise through her nose, but deep down she was getting wet at the dominance.

Up til now she had always been a power bottom; even the older men she had fucked on her father's behest always ended up under her in bed. Truly having someone take charge and make her feel like the whore she was enthralled her enough that when he finally let her back up, she slowly pulled up, dragging that piercing back up his shaft.

"Dealing with the devil for my soul? Sounds like the literal deal of a lifetime!" Lana commented before grabbing the hairtye on her wrist, tying her hair up in a ponytail. She was getting serious.

The way she dove back onto his cock and straight away started impaling her throat on his shaft showed not only was she a talented cock sucker, but she seemed to derive a level of pleasure out of it. She moved fast; she wanted to blow his mind in record time to show him how worth it it'd be for him.
 
With her hair up in the pony tail, it gave Gavin a better handle to hold as she went back down on him. Lana skillfully bounced her head up and down his shaft at his guidance. Then he decided to really test her.

His other hand reached down and held the side of her head to force her to keep still. Gavin then started to move his hips and slide his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Good girl. Let’s see how good you take this.” he said to her with a smirk.

Without any more words he started to really thrust his hips to start fucking her throat. After a few thrusts he instead moved her head up and down his length instead of thrusting himself. This was he used her throat as a tool to get off and didn’t give her the satisfaction of sucking his cock on her own.

This went on for a bit, until he let go of her head entirely and let her breath again.


“On my bed, on your back eirhlegs spread. Now.” he said before stepping away from her. This would give her a moment to recover while he grabbed another bottle of water.
 
"Good girl." Lana felt that pang of desperate want to be fucked and possessed and it confused the usually bossy princess.

And then he claimed her throat in a way no other man had before, her brown eyes wide as he thrust hard into her throat and then started using her face like a pocket pussy. Lana's eyes watered from the effort. It gave her an idea for a later 'play date', a little make up and maybe some bad mouthing him and he'd be able to see the ruin on her face.

When he finally let loose she came up gasping for breath and coughing a bit, a string of saliva trailing between the tip of his cock and her mouth.

Every part of her was ready to make a smart ass remark. To call him out, or push a button... Refuse to do what he said... But a dark voice deep inside her told her that she'd have all the time in the world to goad him in later. Take the win and the dick. This was fun.

Lana got up, following him into the kitchen and downing a beer before she pranced off ahead of him to his bed. The letter was laying on the floor but she didn't even look at it, simply climbed into the bed, flopped on her back with her head on the pillows and spread her legs wide for him.

While she waited for him to lumber back she decided to see if giving him a show would get her rewarded or punished, testing her limits already with him. This was Lana, pushing boundaries to see how far she could run with it.

He walked in to Lana moaning as one hand circled her clit with two fingers and her other pinched and played with her left pierced nipple, staring back at him with attitude.
 
It was quite the show that Gavin walked into as he entered his bedroom. To think this would be a regular occurrence now. It seemed like plotline of a really bad porno. Yet this was his reality now. The deal between them was struck, and Lana was upholding her end of the bargain.

Gavin leaned against his doorway a moment and watched her closely. Between his own legs he was still rock hard from their stint in the living room. The man couldn’t help but tend to himself as well while he watched her on the bed. The way she played with herself, causing those subtle changes in her facial and expressions and toes to curl really turned him on. More than he was already.

After a brief few moments of just watching, he let go of himself and stepped towards the bed.

“Love the enthusiasm. But after this you’re gonna pass right out.” he teased.

Once he stood at the edge of the bed he looked down at her and decided to try something. Gavin reached down and grabbed her ankles, and lifted them towards him. Her feet were drawn in towards his cock, so her cock rested between the space between her toes and front of her foot. Then he pushed them together and used her feet to jerk himself of. They were soft against his length, but due to the friction he had a hard time with it.

So he instead dropped her ankles and leaned forward, grabbing her hips instead to drag her to the edge. Gavins cock rested just at her lips and he looked to her eyes. Even submitted to him sexually like this, he could tell she was still scheming. That mind of hers was always at work.

Finally, he moved a hand from her hip to the base of his cock and guided himself back into her. Just as tight as before. Only it felt better now that he knew it was his. It would slide all the way into her till the base, until he took his hand off it and moved it back to her hip. Slowly, he began to move his hips and slide his length in and out of her in slow, deep cycles.

“Did you miss it?”
 
Lana's eyes lit up with acknowledgement of what he was trying to do with her feet, making note of it and how she could use it later. Knowing his kinks just helped her know how to keep herself in his good graces. Five different scenarios ran through her head of using her feet to get her way and that was just while he was stroking himself with them. A little lotion, something she had in a bag in the spare room would make it easier.

Lana's eyes looked down at his cock rubbing between her legs and looked up at him. His expression was just as enjoyable as his thick rod splitting her pussy in half. A loud moan escaped her lips as he sheathed himself completely. "How could I miss it, it's only been like... Fifteen minutes maybe?" a quirk in her smile even as she clenched her muscles around him, completely negating her statement.

Every part of her believed his statement that she was going to be fucked into a coma once he was done with her. Chances are blowing that first load earlier relieved the pressure enough he would last a bit longer this time. And he looked ready to break a bitch if she sassed off too much.

Fire flashed in her eyes. "So, you going to break me, Uncle?" came the little goad, even as she shifted her hips up against him with a gasp of pleasure. "Does it feel good to fuck the daughter of the asshole who let you toy in jail, Gavin? To know any plans he now had are ruined forever? I mean he made me a piece of payment for others, it's only fair I continue the tradition of covering his debts, no?"
 
Gavin decided not to answer her question with words, but with his actions. He lifted her hips up to level them with his own, and started to thrust harder. Much harder. Underneath her, the bed shook and rocked against the wall. It was the same pace in the living room, but only now he could maintain it better. The support of the bed made it so he didn't have to use as much effort to fuck her. With each thrust, he brought her hips to his and met each thrust. As he fucked her, he watched her tits bounce wildly. A much better show than just fucking her from behind.

"You like taking my cock like a good slut?" he asked in an almost growl. His knees started to ache a bit from the strain, but the pain only fueled him further. After this he was liable to pass out too. It had been a long, eventful day. And two go's back to back like this was tiring. Lana would never let him hear the end of it if he stopped though. But perhaps there was at least a way he could compromise with her.

After a good minute or two he finally slowed down and pulled out of her. Panting a bit he backed up slightly and turned to flop on the bed next to her. With a pat to his thighs, he turned his head to look at her.

"Your turn. Show me how good you can ride a cock." he said to her, stroking his cock to keep it nice and hard for her.
 
Typically, Lana had to do a lot of mental patching herself up to pretend to be the submissive little cunt most of the men she had fucked wanted... To be used like a fuck toy... To be nothing more than a piece of expensive meat... But Gavin had a way of doing it that made it less sleezy than her typical fare.

And God, could his cock rock her world. This time she didn't bother with any holding back of orgasms, within the first minute of pounding her hard she screamed, back arching further as she came all over him. "FUUUUCK!!!" she was writhing on him as he kept pounding before he dropped her hips back on the bed and changed position.

Eager little slut that she was, she wasted no time straddling his lap, grinding against his dick before letting him line up with her entrance and dropping her hips straight down. Balls deep, exactly where he belonged.

"Shit, cock feels good in any position," she mumbled as she ground her hips upon him, rocking and really grinding his tip against her cervix. Gyrating and moving as if she were dancing, not fucking. "Glad you enjoyed the show. Don't worry, I got plenty of energy for both of us, old man."

With a devious grin she leaned forward, braces her hands on his chest with her breasts squished between her arms as she deepened the movement, bouncing her hips up and down, faster and with great enthusiasm."So, those big hands half as good around a throat as they are in hair?"
 
Once again choosing actions over words, his rough hands soon themselves wrapped around her soft neck. They tightened their grip just enough to make it hard to breathe, but not actually choke her out. Though it was pretty fucking close.

"Here's another good way to shut a slut up." he chuckled. As a show of force he removed one hand from her neck to travel to her hip instead. The other shifted enough to where he could maintain the same grip with just a single hand. Lana would be lucky if this didn't leave a bruise. The hand on her hip lifted up and slapped against flesh of her ass hard. Signaling for her to move faster. Already she had a good rhythm, but he really wanted to make her work for it.

"Be a good girl and ride that cock faster. I want to see you fucking sweat." he commanded, tightening his grip for just a moment. Another few slaps to her ass would further her encouragement. Gavin felt like he was ready to burst at any moment now, and was using all of his willpower to hold on just a bit longer.
 
The pressure on her neck already spurred her on, the slapping of skin on skin becoming more frequent as he played with her breathing. "Yes..." she whispered in pleasure as the chemicals in her brain activated the moment he let the pressure up.

"I'm not a fucking horse..." she snapped as he kept smacking her ass to urge her on, growling at him and instead of speeding up, just impaled herself harder on his dick, grunting with every thrust as she got closer to cumming again.

No one had made her cum this many times before, outside of a particularly exciting boy she casually fucked at school after cram classes. That didn't mean she wasn't going to just easily go along with everything; she was getting off on him knocking her down a peg and she was sure the attitude was half of what had him so rock hard.

"Fuck! You! And! Your! Dick!" each word was punctuated by a particularly hard slam of her hips, bottoming him out inside her each time, growling again and pressing her throat into his hand as she finally picked up the pace. Trying to show him that choking had more of an effect. Not that she expected him to give her what she wanted. This was just as much a battle of wills as it was sealing an agreement.

After another minute of bouncing as hard and fast as she could manage in her sweaty, exhausted state, she still. "Fuck! Gavin!!!!" this time she screamed his name into the night as pleasure wracked her body in a full body experience of white hot pleasure radiating from her core. "Fuck yes, fill me up!"
 
Gavin tightened his grip on her throat, almost certainly choking her for real now, as she slammed herself down. It was like she was throwing a tantrum and needed to be put into place. The feeling of her coming down like this was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. There was no way he could last much longer, not with her moaning out like that. And begging to once again be filled with his cum. That would two loads in one night, good thing she had that thing in her arm.

"Take it then slut! Hope you like being left filled my cum, the only thing you're fucking good for." he growled out just before he reached his climax and shot his hot cum deep into her, all while maintaining his grip on her neck. Once the last bit had shot out, he pushed her off of him and onto the bed next to him. While he came down from his high, his breathing was heavy and loud. Definitely showing his age there.

After nearly a full minute of silence, Gavin finally turned his head to look at his niece.

"Fuck you." he said again.

This would likely become the new normal for them both. It was part of their deal after all. Gavin couldn't but feel as though he had unleashed Pandora's box now. Once that book was in her possession, this arrangement would become real. Having sex two times was no longer a lust fueled mistake. It meant that they were doing this on purpose, and both enjoying it. That thought should've made him sick, considering their relationship. Yet it didn't feel wrong. It felt incredible actually. The cum-filled latina next to him was his.
 
The cum-filled Latina lay sweating and quivering next to him, overstimulated and fully loving it. She even had the gall to start laughing at his final 'fuck you'. "Talking a lot of shit for a man out of breath when all you were doing there was laying down and choking me!" even struggling to keep her eyes open, she had lines.

He was right though, she was thoroughly exhausted; laying there leaking his cum and recovering from one of the best orgasms she had experienced in her short life.

Part of her retreating brain told her to get up and go crash on the futon, but the left side of her brain couldnt get her limbs to move. And as long as he didn't kick her out, she'd just pass out next to him and sleep the hardest sleep she had gotten in days.

Hard enough that she found herself awake at 5am that Saturday morning, her entire body sore as she groaned softly and sat up, looking over at the man next to her.

In the bathroom she found herself looking at the mirror attached to the back of the door and mapping out the bruises on her skin. Even her throat was a shade darker and bluer than the morning before. Her hips and ass were sore and the worst of the marks. And then there was the mess of dried cum between her legs.

A scorching hot shower was just what the morning called for and she scoured her skin to get the old sweat and seed off of her. Then again she had no way of knowing if it was worth it to shower when he could easily wake up and decide for a round three.

Cleaned up, she brushed her hair out and tied it up in a bun to get it out of her way, sliding into a dress that was less slutty and more appropriate for bed shopping. There was no way she was sleeping on a couch or futon again, and she doubted their arrangement included half of his bed.

While she waited for him to get up, she cooked them breakfast. Just a simple affair of eggs and bacon, figuring he'd be hungry after all the energy he expended on her last night. She was still finding it hard to move as sore as her muscles were.
 
Gavin fell asleep not long after she did, not really caring she was in his bed too. It was actually nice sharing his bed with someone once again. That night he slept better than he had in years.

The next morning he woke up after she did, to the sound of the shower running. Seemed she was an early riser like him. Though he was surprised to see her walking around after last night. Even his legs were sore, so he could only imagine how she was doing. After a few minutes spent laying there and staring at the ceiling, he finally swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up. A low groan came from his lips as he stretched out a bit. The smell of breakfast food caught his attention and beckoned him to the kitchen.

As he walked out he realized that he forgot to put clothes on, but figured there was no use since he had to take a shower anyways. But to his surprise she was fully dressed and the one cooking breakfast. Gavin was certainly impressed.

"Well, well, well. Get two good dickings and you cook me breakfast. How kind of you." he said to her, leaning against the kitchen wall. The dress she wore was pretty cute on her, and surprisingly not slutty. Oh that's right, they were supposed to be going bed shopping today. Gavin didn't mind much if she slept in his bed, especially after last night, but it would still be good to get her own. That way he could kick her out if she ever got annoying.

While the breakfast cooked, Gavin walked over the fridge and grabbed his jug of premade iced coffee that he had bought. He grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and set them down, filling them both up. With an old man groan, he lifted his and took a sip and sighed. This felt way too domestic for his tastes. Normally he wasn't the type to have a girl still be around for the morning after.
 
"I'm only making breakfast cuz I'm hungry and I need you to have energy today to be useful to me!" Already the attitude was starting, even as she half limped over to the stove to dump eggs in the pan. It was clear that even though she was moving, it was slowly and she was in pain. "I was going to make you breakfast yesterday before the two dickings but someone ran off with a hard on before I could offer!"

She plopped the plates on the table and grabbed her coffee. "I still need a bed, and a couple of other things for my room and there's a few other things we need around the house for comfort of living. I made a list, don't worry I can afford it all with what I have on hand," she told him as she outlined what their day would look like and sat down to her breakfast.

"Once I get back I'd like to take a look at that book, start coordinating some things for the future..." Lana mentioned as she scrolled through the morning headlines on her phone. "Well damn... Apparently they're already making sales on his best properties. Didn't take long. I want to know who profits off of it. The government? I sure as shit don't get anything out of it."

Where was all the money going? It wasn't like he owed anyone legal money, no banks to foreclose on much of anything. If he had died before getting caught everything would have been hers. "Fuck him for getting caught!" she growled as she shoveled eggs in her mouth and set her phone down, focusing on the meal and not the rage that came from thinking about the asshole rotting in prison and the shitty positions he loved to leave everyone behind in.

"I hope you're fucking sore this morning," the Latina smirked at Gavin and leaned back in her chair to observe him as she sipped the cold coffee. She sure as hell was.
 
"My legs are a bit, yeah." he said to her and sipped his coffee. With another sigh he reached for a plate and took a bite from his plate. Not bad. She threw some spices in the eggs that made them less bland than the ones he was used to. Just having her around to cook was enough for him. The mention of the book reminded him that he promised it to her last night, but they had got caught up in other business before they had a chance.

Gavin set his plate down and walked out of the kitchen. After a minute or so, he came back wearing a pair of boxers and the black book in his hand. Figured it was best to get dressed somewhat while doing this. As he returned, he set the black book onto the counter and tapped its cover.

"There. Contacts for all of his 'guys'" he said with air quotes "Ol' Louie had contacts for dealers, suppliers, hitmen, and other business contacts. At the start of it, all he said I needed to do was mention I was a McGonigal. That name still means something out there. No matter what name you use, you are still a McGonigal by blood. So remember that, and we'll be good." he said to her.

With that settled, he walked back over to his food and chowed down on the rest. While he ate, he figured she would be busy reading through the book.

Once he was done he tossed the plate in the sink and walked past her to go take a shower.
 
Lana's eyes widened as he set the book down in front of her, a pair of tan hands barely grazing the edge of the cover as if he had just laid the Holy Grail in front of her. "When I read that letter, for a split second I wondered if he knew this was coming, if this was all some elaborate plan for whatever reason..." gentle finger tips opened the book cover.

Nothing more was said as she buried herself in reading, in memorizing numbers and cross referencing her book.

See the secret weapon she had that her father wasn't even privy to was eidetic memory. All she needed was to see a number next to a name once and it was logged. Sure, Louie had seen a good memory out of her, but not to the depth of her having to only read his black book once.

As far as she was concerned the moment she was done, she could burn the book with ease. Convincing Gavin of that would take a bit longer, so she wouldn't get to destroy it yet.

Lana heard the shower running and realized he was gone. She was far too into her thoughts to care. Already she knew the first person she needed to get in contact with, the person who had a personal debt to her.

That was another shopping trip she needed to make. A new phone and phone plan, plus a burner phone or two for their shadier business needs.

"So I'm assuming you don't have a car?" she hollared at him from the kitchen, tipping her chair back on the back legs so she could see down the hall when he came out. Another expense, and a priority. A car meant freedom, more access to the places she needed. Something in their visible price range but new enough not to have to fix a ton of shit on a month after buying it. Then again, since her friend owed her and now she had his number, that wasn't going to be much of an issue.

But it brought up something she hadn't thought about; just how possessive the man in the other room might get... It wasn't the first time she used her body to get her way, and she knew it wouldn't be the last. A few dicks were going to get sucked for progress' sake until she had enough blackmail and was owed enough favors to make her way to the top. "Yo, another discussion. Stating a fact. You going to be good with me fucking other guys to climb that ladder? More than one of these men in this book are going to expect at least a little oral or ass for what I'm going to ask of them..."
 
Fully dressed, Gavin would return just in time for her questions. Since they would be out and about, he decided to go with a pair of jean shorts and plain white T-shirt. These days he wasn't really sure what to wear besides his work uniform. Or a prison jumpsuit. While he was getting changed it was clear she had been hard at work.

"The fuck do I care? If you think that will work, then by all means get fucked by every guy in that book. Or girl, up to you. So long as I still get some of that." he said to her. For added effect he walked over to her and gave her ass a hard slap. It would not doubt hurt more with rough he had been. "To you other other question: no, I do not have a car. My work is just a 15 minute walk so I never saw the point. Better hope that the furniture has same day delivery, or it's another night in my bed."

Gavin leaned against the other counter and looked her over again.

"Ready to go? I figured you'd wear something sluttier, but that's a pretty nice dress still." he said to her and crossed his arms.

Furniture shopping was going to be boring, plus wherever else she was going to drag him. Though it was all necessary, so he figured it would be worth the hassle. But dealing with her attitude all day may prove to be a challenge. Luckily he had a way to handle it now.
 
Lana couldn't help but laugh despite the sting in her ass cheek. "Sluttier? Oh I'm quite sure you don't want that much attention on us, do you?" she joked despite knowing what he didn't know yet. The simple fact was there wasn't a shred of panties under this dress and she chose it for one purpose; to drive him insane.

"Listen, if I walk around looking like a tramp with a man over twice my age, people are going to call the cops. I'm trying not to get you thrown back in prison," it was a valid point and she handed him the book. "Hide this, burn this, I don't care. It's all in here."

She tapped her pretty little head, grabbed her wallet and purse and only the concern of metal detectors stopped her from grabbing her knife. "Bed shopping first, I need a new phone and a couple of burners to start, and then we're going to get a proper set of pans and shit if I'm going to keep cooking... A key to the place would be good for me to have once I start school, yeah?"

With that she slipped on a set of heels that were far too tall for her needs, marched herself out the door and onto the street, and looked up where the hell she was going on her phone."And besides, you don't sound like you're complaining about me passing out in your bed last night."
 
"Fuck you." he said plainly, then let out a small chuckle. "Let's go, there's a store downtown but it's a bit of a hike. Heels may not have been your best idea." he said, then stepped off down the sidewalk.

The neighborhood he lived was nice enough during the day, but not the prettiest to look at. The sidewalk was cracked and overgrown with weeds, glass littered the gutters next to the curb, and even the occasional used needle poked out of the grass. It was a shame really, since good people still lived here. But at night it was hardly safe to walk down the street without some sort of protection like a knife or even a gun. But it was cheap, so that's where Gavin lived. If this business of hers ever took off, the first thing he would do is move them somewhere with better apartments and better schools.

Between Gavin's neighborhood and the rest of the city, was a large park and the distribution center he worked at. The city built the park across from it to distract form the eyesore of the large gray building. The park was the gateway to the nicer part of the city, so it was well maintained and had a police presence. They mostly biked around it, and hung out just in case someone from the other side of it caused problem. No one ever did though.

The moment they passed the park, it was like stepping into a completely different city. The sidewalk was cleaner, the cars nicer, and people jogged past them on the sidewalk. It wouldn't be too much longer, since the furniture shop was down a sideroad off of this one they were on now. On it were a few specialty stores, and even empty buildings for lease. After a bit more walking they finally arrived at the storefront.

Gavin opened the door for her and followed her into the large open warehouse-style shop. It was very open and spread out, with beds and couches placed at random throughout it. There were some aisles down towards the back with linen and other homegoods, but nothing too crazy.

"Well this is it. Go nuts, I'm gonna sit down for a minute. And before you say anything wise: fuck you." he said with a glare.
 
"I make it all school day in three inch heels, I think I'll be perfectly fine," and she put her money where her mouth was. As they walked she observed, noted the people, where certain colors seemed to chill on their blocks, the way guys looked at her like they wanted to devour her before giving a nervous glance to the large muscled white guy she was walking behind.

She also saw the clear transition past the park, spotting a few building for lease and making a note to do some real estate research tonight, if she wasn't busy with other things....

A bike cop rode by, giving a second glance to the pair almost suspiciously before shaking his head and continuing on his was as if he wondered what a cute girl was doing with a man that looked like that... But her tattoos made it clear she wasn't just any girl.

"Ah finally. A real bed of my own!" Lana stretched and looked around, smirking at Gavin before he shut her smart ass remark about age. "Fine, grumpy ass. You sure you don't want to come try them out with me? Maybe we should just replace your bed with a new one and break the old one down for them tonight?"

With a smirk she sauntered off, looking around at mattresses and their price tags. Why the fuck were beds so expensive? In her mind, quality was worth the price though as she flopped on a mattress, her skirt flashing a bit of extra skin and revealing her lack of underwear. This was probably her 8th bed, all with different features and firmnesses. There was a pillow top, but it was nice a firm underneath, and on sale to boot. $600 was still a chunk of change out of her money but she smirked over at him. "Yeah, I think this is the one!" she got on all fours and mimes like she was getting pounded for affect. Thankfully no one was around to see it. The salespeople were all helping other customers for the moment.
 
Gavin’s eyes widened as he caught glimpse of more skin than he expected. Then again how could have not known she wasn’t wearing panties. That dress was too nice for Lana, so it seemed her sluttiness came out in a other way. He quickly got up and rushed over to the bed she was bent over on. It was quite the sight to see sure, but the last thing he needed was to for her to get caught. That would be a shitshow.

As he got over to the bed he pushed her over, and sat down next to her. Gavin then reached towards her and pulled her dress down a bit to cover her again.

“I can’t believe you’re not wearing underwear.” he whisper-yelled at her. “Be more careful as not to give all these rich fucks a show. I know you’re a slut, but this is too much.” he said and turned his head just in time for an employee to walk over.

“Ah trying out the bed first? That one was very popular, and this was the floor model so it’s a really good deal. You and your daughter here have a good eye.” the young man said, eying them with a smile.

“Niece actually, but thanks.” Gavin replied and glared towards Lana. “What do you say dear do you like it? It’ll fit nicely into your room, and it’s a good price.” he asked.

This girl was going to drive him to an early death.

Gavin swung his legs over the side and stood up.

“We’re stilling looking around though, but thanks.” he said to the employee and waved him off. With a quick smile and small wave, he walked away from them to tend to other guests.

“This ain’t bad actually. I say just buy it so we can move one.” he said, sounding annoyed by this whole thing.
 
Lana smirked. "Maybe I want to give these rich fucks a show. Doesn't hurt to build up extra men with money," she whispered to him, but didn't get a chance to finish her thought before the sale man came up. The bed was very nice, especially for a floor model, and for the price she couldn't beat it. She gave a few experimental bounces."It's sturdy, I like that it doesn't squeak too much. Firm just the way it like it."

Lana looked over at him and smirked. "It's perfect, I'm going to buy it!" she knew he wanted out of this. Hell, the only reason he was really here was because she was underage and she didn't know if that would complicate the buying process of any of this stuff...

So Lana pranced after the sale man, looking up at him sweetly and talking to him for a few minutes without Gavin around, clearly flirting while trying to see if she could get any more of a price cut. These beds were always overpriced. Lana didn't feel bad at all.

As the guy disappeared over to his little kiosk to type in the work order to have it moved, Lana winked at Gavin and went and leaned on the counter, still sweet talking the guy before handing him her debit card and letting him swipe it. "Free delivery, I even got him to throw in a bonus free set of bedding and pillows!" she announced when she walked back over to him. One less thing to spend her cash on. "And $25 off which basically covers half the sales tax. Sweet guy. Okay, so cell phone carrier next... Do you have a cell phone at all?

She would need to be able to contact him at a moments notice. Especially if they were going to be working together in this. A burner phone for each, plus what she needed and something.... Simpler for him to use. 17 years was a long time to be out of the public, she assumed he didn't even know how to text, if his thumbs weren't too large for that.

As they exited the store, Lana looked over at Gavin. "Guess I'm stuck in your bed tonight..." there was a sly look in her eyes. She could have chose same day delivery for a fee, but she was looking to cut costs where she could. "They can't deliver til tomorrow."
 
From his pocket he pulled out his cellphone and flashed it in her face. The state was paying for it so he could talk to his parole officer. It was a decent phone with way more shit on it than he ever used. All those fucking apps and internet bullshit was too much for him. Then again he did find out he could watch porn on it pretty quickly. But with Lana, he didn’t really need to anymore. This phone was also tracked, so a burner would be needed anyways.

“Yeah, but second business phone would be handy. That has to go in my name though I’m pretty sure.” Gavin replied. It was to remember she was only 17 sometimes. Which brought him to his next question. “Say, when do you turn 18? I feel like a shitty uncle for not knowing. Among other reasons.”

Like filling her with cum twice.

“And no you’re not staying in my bed again. The couch will be just fine.” he said with a scowl. Knowing damn well that probably wouldn’t be true. But saying that know would only drive her to try harder to get there. Gavin was taking a page out of her book on that one.

Once everything was settled the two stepped outside again and Gavin pointed to a glass door across the street.

“They got prepaid phones there. The ones you buy the cards for and pay as you go. That’s where my PO took me to get my phone. You gotta do that alone though cause it’ll look weird if they recognize me. Don’t need my PO asking why I have 2 phones.” he explained. “While you do that, I’ll go there and get us some food.” he said, pointing to a door a few down. It was a small convenience store that was the source of all the frozen food in his freezer. It was pretty hot today for March, so a cold water was just what he needed.

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Lana looked at his parole phone and shrugged. "Don't worry, I have burners covered easily. I've got some things in mind for extra cash that aren't going to include anything too illegal," she replied. "You want something simple or you know how to use that smartphone?"

Yeah. Her birthday. She'd be eighteen soon, something that'd affect some of the blackmail she currently held. "May 2nd. I'll be graduating a couple of weeks after that... Man I can't fucking wait to be an adult. If he hadn't gotten locked up now though, I guess we never would have met would we?" there was a tinge of gratefulness to her voice. If asked she'd attribute it to the fact the dick had been pretty damn good last night. That and truthfully, even if she had to build from ground up, it just meant all the more power for her. She'd make her name known, her ruthlessness and power would be clear without her father's shadow and ego or him forcing a husband upon her for his own reasons.

She could now plan her own moves. Make her own name. She looked over at Gavin. He'd get bored of fucking her eventually, to her it was clear he'd rather be alone, and by then she'd be a Queen with a kingdom to run. No woman needed a King to rule, least of all her.

"I'll see you once I'm done with the phone then!" Lana popped off across the street without another word, ducking into the phone shop.

Two pre-paid flip phones for burner phones and a smartphone for herself. Another $1000 down, she now had half of her personal savings left. She looked through her wallet, noticing the credit cards of her dad's and wondering if she got a laptop if she could easily find his account info and see what was still active. A few ATM withdrawals off of them and she could burn the cards and leave no trace. It would be enough for a cheap car.

Once her business was done she found herself walking over to the store he had pointed out earlier, further considering her scheme. He'd appreciate fucking his brother over, but she wasn't sure she should mention it until she got a chance to try it out.
 
Meanwhile Gavin was shopping around the convenience store for some snacks. Lana had gotten some groceries yesterday it seemed, but he wasn’t hungry for a full meal. From the coolers he grabbed a cherry Coke and a bottle of water. Then he thought of Lana and grabbed second water bottle. With the drinks all under his arm, he walked to the front of the store and set them down.

“These and two hotdogs, please.” he said to the cashier. Gavin fished through his pocket for his wallet and withdrew a $20 to pay for it all. “Just a 10 back” he said and slid the bill to him.

“As I live and fucking breath. Gavin McGonigal you son of a bitch!” a voice called from behind, followed by a hard slap to his back. He spun around on his heels to see a taller man his age. It took him a few seconds to recognize him.

Chris Fisher. One of Louies old suppliers. Chris moved literal tons of cocaine for them in the early 2000’s, up until the heat got turned up on them. He took the opportunity to cash out and live a quiet life right before Louie himself got arrested.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Fisher. How’s it going?” Gavin asked.

“Good, not great. When Louie got himself caught, my “retirement fund” got frozen.” he started “I went back into business with him about two years ago as a favor, but with the wife and baby on the way I backed out again.” he said, a bit of sadness in his eyes.

“That sucks man. I got stuck with his daughter since I’m the only relative that would take her. Ironic enough really.” Gavin said.

“L-lana?” he asked nervously.

“Yeah. She’s about this tall, big tits like her ma, and twice as feisty.” he said, holding his hand out.

Without so much as another word, Chris walked out of the store in a hurry.

Weird. Maybe he’d ask her about that later.

Not long after that encounter, he ran into Lana again outside and handed her a water bottle.

“How’d you do?”
 
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