Thread: Living on a Thin Line (Novocaine & Sweetnothings) [Incest, Enslavement, Futa]

The sun had begun to set when Jacqueline Bouchard pulled up in the driveway to a... Mansion would be accurate to call it. There had been talks of this party for weeks, some rich kids parents would be out of town and you know what they say about the mice when the cat is away. Still, with all the buzz going about there would be quite the gathering, and gatherings meant potential buyers. Jacqueline made her daily bread from selling drugs, she had something for everyone. Weed for the beginner or regular smoker, if dancing was your thing she could supply the MDMA. But if you were a connoisseur of the good stuff, cocaine and harder stuff were among her repertoire of goods. The soft breeze that greeted her as she stepped outside the vehicle was a welcome one, the whole week had been one long suffering in the heat. For the evening Jacqueline was wearing a flowy black summer dress that showed more than a little cleave of those firm c cup breasts of hers. Not to mention that the dress ended quite a bit before her knees. While she stood at 5'8 tall, curves was something she had been blessed with. Her hips swayed ever so slightly as she strode forward in her heels. A jolt of anger rushed through her as she spotted a particular vehicle. She knew exactly whom it belonged to, not only was the owner a competitor in the drug game but he also possessed the title of sleazeball of the century. Jacqueline arched her brow and took a quick glance around her. The only thing disturbing the night was the music originating from the mansion, if she was quick about it she could pull it off. Walking up to the vehicle she fished up a metallic switchblade from her purse. Swiftly she flipped it out and put all her force behind the thrust that penetrated the rubber and let out a satisfying pffssss... Brushing some strands of her red hair Jacqueline grinned widely. Returning the blade to it's folded shape. Content with her musings she headed inside as if nothing had happened. As for timing goes of when to arrive, she had picked one of the better. College boys were playing beer pong in the hallway as she entered, the kitchen was full of both known and unknown people. This could turn out to be a profitable night indeed. It was difficult not to notice an alluring redhead like Jacqueline. She made a point to meet anyone's gaze who looked at her. Striding up to the boys who played beer pong she simply shook her head at the crowd and said You're doing that wrong. Here. she had a pleasant voice, melodic with a hint of feistiness behind it. Snatching a ball out of a frat boy who looked like he was conflicted to act cool or make a move on the woman who took the ball out of his hand. Closing one eye Jacqueline aimed with care, sticking out her tongue to the side in concentration. Tossing the ball in a perfect arch, it landed mellowly in the red cup. Drink. She commanded as she winked at the opposite team while 'her' team cheered on. With that done she left the boys without a word. Simply swayed onward like a cat. Some of her regular customers were there, friends you could call them but you'd be optimistic. Girls like Jacqueline didn't have friends, everyone was expendable, everyone had their use. It may sound cold but the fact was that Jacqueline thrived in these sorts of environment. For her it was... Enticing. Exchanging small bags of goods for rolls of cash where the light didn't fully illuminate them, Jacqueline smiled broadly with her clientele. Alcohol loosened the inhibitions of those who hadn't tried drugs before, and made the regular user long for a more potent high. But the night wasn't for selling purposes only, what was more important was binding them to YOU. Making them come back for more, now that was where the steady income was. But no roses without thorns. It was when she headed into the kitchen that she saw him, the disgusting excuse for a man. Wilhelm Trem. As usual he had his entourage of village idiots contestants surrounding him. She was just about to deliver a lashing of her sharp tongue when she noticed just who was in the middle of the crowd. Some girls who looked like they needed fake ID's to drive a scooter. And Joscelyn. Her little sister. Furious Jacqueline elbowed her way into the crowd, interrupting Wilhelm in the middle of a joke with a scornful I thought I smelled something, who let you out of your cage again Willy? The man was almost a head taller than Jacqueline and looked ready to pounce on her, just as he opened his mouth in retort she gripped his crotch and squeezed. No matter your size or training, any man crumbled at this treatment and Wilhelm was no different. If you even look at my sister again I will cut off your disgusting balls and hang them as trophies on my fucking wall! Fury radiated of her, her slender, determined hand let go of his crotch. Wiping her hand off his silk shirt she spun around and met the crowds eyes, one by one she stared them down with intensity, this was not the place to cause a scene - Jacqueline knew this but the fire in her didn't care. This was her SISTER . Come with me. She had managed to calm herself down a little as she didn't wait for Joscelyn to react, simply grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the crowd and into the washing room. Shutting the door behind them Jacqueline gently shoved her younger sister into the wall, pinning her there with her opaque brown eyes. Folding her arms beneath her chest, she puffed her breasts up. What are you doing here Jos? The melodic clang in her voice was gone and replaced with a lecturing one. A pissed off lecturing one.