Priscilla couldn't help but wonder what scene would be awaiting her as she walked back from her soak in the pool. Priscilla knew firsthand how difficult it was to corral and keep her daughter on task. 'He probably ended up tying her up and throwing her in the corner…god knows I nearly did the same a few times.'
Reaching the twin doors, Priscilla let out a sigh, preparing herself for the chaos, 'I don't hear any screaming…maybe he put a gag in her mouth.'
Priscilla knocked once before opening the door and stepping inside.
"Oh, you're back already," Ramon greeted her as he glanced over his shoulder, "We've made far more progress than I initially expected."
Priscilla hardly processed Ramon's words as she stared at the sight across from him, her daughter sitting among a pile of thick papers, while dutifully flipping through a file searching for something.
'She actually looks like she's…working,' Priscilla thought in disbelief as she stared at Pacifica, who, after a second, looked up and stared back at her with a frown, "What is it now?"
"You're working," Priscilla muttered as if that was explanation enough, though it only served to piss Pacifica off more as she glared back at her mother, "Well, it was either this or have all my stuff taken away, so what choice did I really have?!"
"Pacifica," Ramon muttered in a warning tone as he looked up from his own work and sent her a cautionary look.
Again, Priscilla was left in shock as she watched all traces of attitude disappear from Pacifica's face as she adopted an apologetic stance, 'What the hell is happening?'
Priscilla looked back at Ramon in bewilderment, "How did you do that?"
Ramon stared at her, oblivious, "Do what?"
"Get her to stop being a brat," Priscilla stressed as she waved her hands in the air, feeling like she was losing her mind, "I've been trying for the past two decades with no success."
"Well, it might help to not insult her in front of others," Ramon answered simply.
"Did she pay you?" Priscilla continued to ask, making Ramon let out an exasperated sigh, "No she did not pay me, not even you have enough to bribe me at the moment. A problem tha you daughter has done more to fix than you have. So you would do well to follow her example and perhaps even compliment her for her hard work and dedication."
Priscilla blinked, but after a second turned back to face Pacifica, "You've done a good job, Pacifica. I should have said that earlier instead of questioning you."
"Thanks, I guess," Pacifica replied as she looked away and shifted restlessly in her chair, clearly not accustomed to receiving praise, much less from her mother.
"So you said that you've made a good amount of progress," Priscilla said with a cough, clearly looking to move past the awkward moment.
"Yes," Ramon replied as he began pointing to different stacks of paper, "I've organized your assets into ones that need restructuring, ones that should be liquidated, and ones that should be actively invested in."
"Excellent," Priscilla grinned and clapped her hand in excitement, "Now, how long will it take you to do all of that?"
"No time at all, because I won't be doing it," Ramon answered, his tone leaving no room for argument. "That is the job of a full-time accountant. You need to hire someone to manage your assets and expenses more reasonably. That's what you should have done instead of reaching out to me, but we can talk about why you really called me in private."
Priscilla stiffened for a second before forcing a smile across her face, "O-of course, Pacifica, would you mind giving the two of us the room? The pool is all nice and warm now. Why don't you go take a dip?"
Pacifica looked between her mother and Ramon, but after a second, stood up with a roll of her eyes, "About time, hopefully it's still bright enough for me to tan a little."
Priscilla suppressed her instinct to scold her daughter's snarky tone and instead let Pacifica leave the room with the last word.
Once the door closed behind Pacifica, Priscilla turned to face Ramon, her face unreadable. "Why was my daughter looking at you like that?"
"Like what?" Ramon asked as he sank back into his chair, looking perfectly at ease.
"She was looking at you for direction, waiting to see if you would tell her to do something or, more importantly, if you contradicted what I told her to do," Priscilla answered in a clipped tone.
"Now, why would you think I have that kind of power?" Ramon asked innocently
Priscilla crossed her arms, "Because I know how damn convincing you can be. That's the reason why I'm in this situation to begin with!"
"Yes, you poor unfortunate soul, you lost a husband who was willing to pimp you out, and his money, leaving you with only mere millions left in the bank and an inheritance you now have to manage and be financially responsible for." Ramon whined in a mocking tone, which only made Priscilla's mood sour, "And yet even with all that said, you still called me here?"
Priscilla bit her lip an adverted her gaze, "as I said, you owed me."
"Yes, but if you're so convinced that I'm such a danger, why would you invite me into your home?" Ramon pressed with a confident grin, "And how much longer are you going to ignore what happened the last time we were alone together? Did your husband enjoy the film?"
A furious blush spread across Priscilla's cheeks, and Ramon watched as her breathing started to pick up and her eyes grew unfocused. "My life has been pure chaos ever since I met you."
Ramon's grin turned devilish as he reached down and began to unbuckle his belt, "I know, but you can't get enough of it, can you?"
Priscilla's gaze narrowed in on Ramon's crotch, and she swallowed hard, "I don't think I ever will."
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'I really shouldn't be doing this,' Pacifica thought as she slowly crept back down the hallway, unable to get her mind off of what her mother and Ramon could be talking about, 'I can't get got, otherwise he's probably going to punish me again.'
Thinking about Ramon's stern eyes looking at her with disapproval, Pacifica couldn't help but feel anxious, something she had never experienced before, 'I actually don't want to disappoint him…what the hell is happening to me?'
Shaking her head, Pacifica forced those thoughts aside as she reached the twin doors after hugging the near wall. Crouching down low, Pacifica grabbed the handle and slowly turned it before opening the door just wide for her to peer through.
"That's it, all the way to the base."
Pacifica's eyes widened in pure disbelief as she watched her mother's lips stretch around the fattest cock she had ever seen that was nearly as long as her forearm. But more shocking than that was the pure look of bliss in her mother's eyes as she choked and gagged on the monster sliding down her throat.
Her mother's eyes were rolled up into the back of her head, and they were barely visible with how quickly her eyelids were fluttering with pleasure.
"Have you been practicing? You're doing much better than last time, or maybe you're just more eager for your reward. Is that what it is?"
An involuntary shiver passed up Pacifica's spine as she heard Ramon's commanding voice, "Do you want your reward?"
'Yes,' Pacifica couldn't help but think as she stared at her mother and imagined herself in her place.
"Mmngh!" Priscilla let out a loud and eager moan as she slid her lips even further down Ramon's shaft, making them stretch out even furher and Pacifica watched her mother's throat bulge as it expanded.
"Then work for it, you've gotten on my nerves enough as it is already, now it's time for you to relieve some of my stress," Ramon grunted as his voice took on a far rougher tone and his hand reached out, grabbing Priscilla by her hair and pushing down on her head.
The resulting sounds and imagery were violent and carnal, but Pacifica couldn't take her eyes off it, as her eyes traced over the bulging veins of Ramon's cock and the controlled but visible signs of pleasure across his face.
Before Pacifica realized her lips were turning over into a frown, her gaze filled with hatred and jealousy, 'She doesn't deserve his praise, she didn't work for it at all! I should be the one making him feel good and getting a reward! I bet I could do it better than her. I would be his perfect toy, I would be ready for him whenever and wherever. Then I bet he would praise me all the time.'
In her jealous fury, Pacifica didn't realize how loud her breathing had become, loud enough for Ramon to hear and glimpse over to catch Pacifica's blue eyes staring through the gap in the door.