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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hey_Arnold!
  Character:
      Rhonda_Wellington_Lloyd, Lila_Sawyer
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Prostitution, Female_Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-09 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4227
****** Rhonda Gets Broke ******
by Michel_Smutstradamus, TimedWatcher
Summary
     After Rhonda and her family go broke, Rhonda is forced into other
     means of making money to get out of debt.
***** Introduction *****
She used to be the toast of the town. The cloche de balle... that's bell of the
ball to you unsophisticates. It was all so perfect. Everyone was her commoner
and she was the firm but fair princess... no, queen... that ruled over them.
Now she lived in a one bedroom apartment with barely a dollar to her family
name.

Rhonda let out an exasperated and frustrated gasp as her hands fell on the
store window glass. The new Nancy Spumoni ambiguous boots that work both during
winter and summer months! Oh she had to have them... but she couldn't. Rhonda
rested her face against the display, leaving hot trails of her breath against
it. She pulled her face off, not wanting to damage her perfect nose by
smooshing it up against something for too long. She still had something they
didn't: Her charming good looks.

"Hello girly." An unknown voice called out. Rhonda wasn't sure if she should
look and see, as she didn't want to commit a social faux pas in case it was
meant for someone else. Slowly anchoring her head, she searched for a second.
Her vision found no one. Rhonda ultimately sighed, and as she lowered her head,
she found him standing in his dark aviators, she could tell he was staring her
down regardless with hands in the pockets of his svelt suit.

It was Big Gino.

Rhonda placed a hand on her chest. "Moi?"

His face didn't crack. "Yeah you." He took a step forward, his head fell, face
out of view and he came up again, as if getting into character. "Are you window
shopping, Rhonda dear?"

Rhonda was caught and she tried to search for an excuse. "I... no. I just am
imagining them and how they'd look on me before I'd buy them!" Rhonda lifted
both her feet up to get a quick look. "Nope! I just don't think they're for
me!" Hopefully her desperation wasn't that obvious.

He sucked in his lower lip. "Looks to me like it's a no brainer. Considering
the way your shoes are in such disrepair and all."

Rhonda looked at a nonexistent watch on her arm. "Oh look it's time for me to
go. I've got badminton classes to attend. Ciao!" She weakly waved and attempted
to speed walk away from him as fast as she could.

He called out again. "You know there's a way a pretty girl like you could get
those boots." She paused. Rhonda wished this was one of those amazing stories
of a model or an actress being found in a shopping mall, but she knew Big Gino.
He didn't have those kind of connections.

Actually... what did his family do again?

The boy flipped his hand out of from his pocket, producing a card. Oh. My. God.
He did! He was a modelling agent after all! Rhonda always knew she'd be perfect
as somebody famous, and this would be a great story to tell one day! Well...
after cleaning up the details of her status. Her smile and attitude changed
however when she actually got a look at what he presented her

It was a credit card.

"A cute goily like you outta look cuter in real clothes." Rhonda hesitantly
took it and looked intently at it, then flipped it over. A pin number was
written: 0451. Her eyes still locked, her head raised up, about to ask him what
it meant, but she got it eventually. Before she could even ask anything else,
she realised he was a lot closer to her than she had realised. He was quite
sneaky, but it didn't matter. "Go on." He said with a flick of his head towards
the shop. "Enjoy yo'self."

Rhonda nearly squealed, but took it with a 'thank you' in her usual regal
compose - like she didn't owe anyone.

================================

"Her hairs a mess but I can't argue with those boots a' hers." Said Stinky in
his backwoods accent. Rhonda had struck a pose in front of her adoring public.
Her new mink coat said it all, with its light brown swirls, and as the yokel
mentioned, you indeed can't mess with those scrumptious new boots of hers. If
only Arnold's shabby little place had the proper facilities she needed to get
herself looking her best. Oh well. It had been a whirlwind of emotions these
past days, but this was the first time she felt like her old self again hearing
those "oohs" and "ahs" of the crowd.

"Rhonda... where did you get those?" That little wormy Arnold, always sticking
his nose somewhere it didn't belong. "You didn't steal them did you?"

She scoffed, raising the volume of her voice. "How... dare you, accuse me, ME!
Rhonda Wellington Lloyd - of thievery."

"So what are they?"

Rhonda turned up her lip at the boy. "They are gifts, Arnold. Ever heard of the
concept?"

Before she could ignore Arnold and regale the plebes in what else she had
indulged in - the diamond earrings, the 22k necklace - the bell rang. As they
scuttled off, Rhonda knew Nadine would at least appreciate it, and hoped to
find her, but that's when an olympic white limo pulled up, parking close to the
school yard. The automatic window scrolled down, before a hand jutted out,
waving her over. Rhonda could only imagine it was Gino, and maybe he had wanted
her to play hookey for today, and while he might have been of... 'diminutive
stature' to say the least, it was clear he had the makings of a blue blood.
Rhonda thought of running over, but instead chose to keep him in suspense with
nice slow strides.

Leaning over the side, her coat bunching up around her neck as Rhonda's eyes
sparkled at the boy. "Oh Geni, I can't thank you enough for this, I could just
die-"

"$4,000." Gino coolly stated without even looking at Rhonda. "That's how much
you owe me."

She froze. "W-what are you talking about?" She tried to laugh it off as a joke,
but it was starting to get harder to hide her disbelief at that moment in the
wake of Gino's silence. "I thought that was a gift, Gino. Tell me you're
joking."

"There's no such as a free lunch, capisce?" Rhonda had heard the door slams,
but didn't think much of it until she had been flanked by two of Gino's
heavies. "And call me Big Gino."

Normally he'd feel sorry for the former Miss Moneybags as his big palookas
fastened her arms - but he was about engage in new business opportunities, as
such, change was in order and while Gino liked the chocolate suckers...
today... his brand was cherry.

================================

Her knees were starting to hurt, having been forced against the cold concrete -
her nipples like diamonds - the only warmth being from the cocks shoved in her
mouth. With her eyes covered in a blindfold, her senses were on full alert; yet
her imagined fears created vivid images of penises of all shapes and sizes in
her mind.

As the next in line of one of Gino's goons took his place in front of her,
grabbing the soft of the back of her weakened neck, Rhonda coughed with rough,
spit covered whoops from deep in her throat as he shoved his hardness down her
mouth.

"You're gonna have to learn to love this Rhonda -- cause you're gonna be doin'
a lot more soon enough." Gino zoomed in on Rhonda with his video camera, as she
gurgled and choked from the horny man's raping of her mouth.
***** A Day in Her Life *****
Morning

Rhonda was up and doing her make up by 6:30 am. It was Tuesday and she had a
wonderfully expensive skirt laid out for that day.

She was laying on her bed with her cosmetics and a mirror in front of her.
Rhonda wasn’t wearing anything but a sheer pink negligee. That just made things
easier.

There was a knock at the door. “Come in” she said. Mr. Green the neighborhood
butcher let himself in. Rhonda didn’t bother turning around or saying hello and
Marty didn’t mind it in the slightest. They both knew the routine. She simply
slid her sexy young body down a bit so that her lovely ass hung right over the
edge of her bed. The preteen princess was doing her eye liner as she heard the
familiar ZIP of shorts being undone. A moment later she heard the sound of spit
and the next she felt a large hand on her soft ass while a large phallus took
position at her entrance.

She couldn’t suppress the long moan that escaped her lips as Mr. Green buried
half his throbbing member deep inside the 11 year old socialite’s girlhood.
With expert hands Rhonda carefully applied gloss to her puckered lips while the
mirror, the bed, and her body were rocked constantly as the butcher held her
hips and fucked her deliciously tight pussy without a care.

He sped up and began to slam into her in earnest as she put the finishing
touches on her contouring. Rhonda only let out light whimpering as her tight
upper class honeypot was assaulted again and again by his rock hard cock. Green
couldn’t believe how apathetic she had become of their morning lovemaking (if
you could call it that) but the thought took a backseat as he bottomed out
balls deep within the young girl and pumped stream after stream of gooey cum
into her womb. He slowed down and then satisfied, he gave Rhonda’s perfectly
round ass a hard slap before pulling out and leaving without another word.

Rhonda was still leaky and full of milky cum as she stood up and got dressed
for another fabulous day.

Bus

Rhonda Wellington Lloyd stood prim and upright at the bus stop. She wore her
new silk and wool black miniskirt along with a loose scarlet silk blouse that
bared her shoulders. Her ensemble was complete with 2 inch felt heels and a
pricey black handbag.

It was good that her parents didn’t have much time for her as of late, she
thought to herself as she waited. They would have fainted at what she had taken
to wearing as of late. Rhonda’s brilliantly red halter top was loose enough
that if she bent forward enough her budding breasts and pink nipples would be
in full view of anyone in the right place. She was more than willing to give
them a good look and she often did.

Her skirt, while outrageously inappropriate in its own right, was the exact
opposite. The expensive black garment covered about half of her thighs and
hugged them with almost unbelievable snugness. It was tight enough that
practically every inch of her wonderfully shaped ass and thighs could be made
out through it as it hugged her lovely preteen body.

The school bus for p.s. 118 slowed to a stop in front of her as she fixed her
skirt. In truth her french black lace panties would be on full display for
anyone who cared to see them and her mouth, ass, and pussy would be the full
property of anyone who had paid Gino for the privilege. But still, it was class
that set her apart from the lower castes so she smoothed the black fabric once
more before stepping up and into the school bus.

She put a hand on her hip and struck a pose as her heels clicked to a stop at
the top of the steps. All eyes were on her. Most girls stared with equal parts
distaste and jealousy at her slutty yet undeniably stylish fashion. Most boys
already had a hand on on their cocks if they weren’t already stroking them
outright. She gave her shoulder length black her an alluring model like shake
before walking down her runway and to her seat.

A boy towards the front reached out and gave her marvelous looking ass a
squeeze through her tight skirt. She appeared not to notice. Another across and
behind from him quickly grabbed the hem of her skirt and raised it onto her
back exposing her beautifully round ass covered only by a thin black lace
thong. The next boy was bolder and gave Rhonda’s exposed bottom a loud slap
that echoed throughout the bus. Rhonda only gave a slight smirk as she
continued her regal stride to her usual seat. The boys of p.s. 118 were not shy
about giving Rhonda’s ass, pussy, and still developing tits a good grope so as
she walked a dozen hands stretched to fondle her in all her most delicate
places. She was in heaven. She was angel-esque.

Rhonda knew she was an object of beauty, so she reasoned that her body, like
her clothes, could be rightfully admired. No one else could be wanted as much
as she. Being the ultimate object of affection of p.s. 118 was both her
privilege and her duty as the most popular and gorgeous girl in school.

She gave a curt nod to one of Gino’s lackeys sitting near the back who was
sitting stoically in a brown suit. He wore a permanent scowl and was there to
make sure that those who paid and those who didn’t behaved themselves. If a
slap was too rough or if the groping of a non-paying schmuck turned into a
grab, he would immediately rise to apprehend the fool and teach him a lesson at
the next stop. The offender would usually find himself physically unable to re-
board the bus.

Near the very back seats she gave Nadine a courtly “Good morning” as she went
to take the seat behind her. Already sitting there was Park, an Asian classmate
who had paid for that seat on that particular morning. He was smiling wide as
he looked the scantily dressed rich girl up and down and stroked his quite
sizable cock. Rhonda moved to sit without acknowledging his being there.

“Hey Rhonda. Your outfit looks… nice this morning” Nadine said with some
hesitation.

“I certainly hope it looks better than nice Nadine” Rhonda replied as she used
her left to pull her lacy panties to the side to expose her perfectly smooth
pussy. With her right she held Park’s impressive cock and carefully guided it
to her sweet opening. Park gently held her hips as she lined up his member and
began to sink back onto it.

“Oohhh..” Rhonda quivered and let out a moan as the head stretched her tight
pussy. “Imagine me, wearing such a fabulously expensive ensemble only to look
nice.” she said haughtily as she took half his length into her body. Rhonda’s
eyes grew wider as she let out a long moan that trailed off. Park felt like the
luckiest boy in school as his rock hard cock sank deeper and deeper into the
wealthy slut’s wonderfully tight love box.

“Gorgeous, fantastic, magnificent, b-b-breathtaking..” Rhonda continued as the
boy’s large cock was now throbbing in its entirety deep in her 11 year old
pussy. Park was in ecstasy. He pulled her waist against him and hugged her
tight with one arm while the other snaked up her blouse and squeezed the soft
flesh of her left breast, feeling the hard nipple underneath.  He couldn’t
believe it. He was balls deep in Rhonda’s exquisite upper class pussy. It felt
amazing. Park began to give her a few gentle thrusts while she got used to his
size. “N-now.. those are.. words.. to strive for.. for someone.. in my place..”
Rhonda gasped between moans as she began to rise and fall and her pussy began
to be fucked in earnest.

Nadine couldn't believe it. So many social barriers - the social barriers that
Rhonda of all people had taught her - were being shattered. Who even was this
Park kid?

"Rhonda, I'm-"

"Oooooh.. Park.. just get it over with.." Rhonda had attempted to seem
disinterested, but the gyration of her hips told no lies. Nadine watched in
horror as her friend seemingly took a geyser of strange white stuff, covering
up her nose and mouth like a face mask, while Rhonda leant back, cooing into
the ear of Park with a hand on his cheek, telling him softly to give her more.

As they writhed together like a multi armed beast, someone stepped up to
Nadine, flashing three dollars. She tried to wave it off at first, but seeing
Rhonda's relaxed face made her consider it. Once he had gone up to five though,
Nadine shrugged, patting the seat next to her and pulling up her green sweater.

Harold stared cockeyed, hand down his shorts with little regard to the girl
sitting next to him. He always had a thing for Rhonda, but what was his tub of
guts gonna do about it?

As he saw this kid go from fondling to screwing her, his breath grew haggard.

Lila was stuck behind a pig and a pig in a blanket. She regretted sitting in
the back - she regretted not moving when Harold took that seat beside her. She
thought she could just ignore him and his smells. Now she was paying for her
pious nature. Lila squeaked quietly as she saw Harold pull out his sausage and
truly go to town. Did he have no decency?

Well, no, it was Harold.

He whipped his head back, nearly knocking off his blue cap. "AW! This doesn't
feel nearly as good." His head rolled, before falling on the girl in the mint
green dress - he couldn't help himself from licking his chops. "Lila, why don't
you and I do what that guy and Rhonda are doing?"

"H-Harold, you know we are just... 'good friends'." Lila never liked to lie,
but it was just a simple white lie after all. "This requires more than just
being a good friend." Lila whispered out of fear.

He snorted in desperation. "Aw come on Lila. I know you and Arnold never did
anything"

She reeled a bit. "A-Arnold told you that?"

Harold nodded. "Yeah, and if you're not gonna do it with Arnold, why not me?"

Lila was a little sterner this time. "Ever so no, Harold"

Harold pressed against her, nearly squashing her with his mass. "Lila I'm just
gonna tell you this once: I never been afraid of hittin' no girl... except for
Helga, and you don't look like Helga to me." His fist tightened in front of
her. Lila looked away, apprehensive, before finally nodding - but he wasn't
waiting, his sausage fingers pulling her pigtails down into his lap.

Harold never liked sucking in his gut - he was out and proud of his fatness,
but even he couldn't help himself from reeling back his porkbelly just to stare
and watch the red head try and swallow his rod.

It smelled. It smelled ever so terribly, but Lila stuck out her starkly pink
tongue, as she pensively lowered it to the brim of Harold's erection. Wetness
met wetness, as Lila briefly pulled away as she mouthed an 'oh my' after
getting a hint of the acrid taste.

"Come on!" He tugged at her roots, causing her to fall out of her seat, as
Harold held her tight, the tears flowing as she took in his foul taste in full
this time with quaint little suckles.

Lunch Time

"Did you hear about Rhonda? Sheesh."

"Rhonda, you're a skank."

"Sorry Rhonda, I don't want to catch whatever you might have."

They'd never understand.

Then again, few artists were ever truly understood. They had never lost
everything. They have always been in the bottom rungs of society. That's what
kept her them separate from them -- even when Daddy had no money. Now that she
had her own money, it should be back to normal.

They were the ones that needed to get with the program.

Rhonda sat self assured, nail file in hand. She showed off her dainty fingered
hand to no one in particular, her nails long and beautiful. Rhonda wished she
could be showing off her wares, rather than sitting in the boys bathroom
waiting for someone.

The stall doors lock clicked in place - it had been modified to only open to a
special key - a key Gino only gave out to paying customers.

At first blush, Rhonda thought it was a sixth grader. Then she did a double
back. "Aren't you Mr-?" Before she could finish, he held a finger to his lip,
with a sly smile hitting his face.

After Hours

Rhonda had stood looking pretty long enough. "Gino, I'm downtown at the corner
of 4th and main and this guy still hasn't shown up! It's late, it's dark, it's
cold and I wanna go home." She whined nearly endlessly into the phone.

She could hear his crunching on the other side. A crunching that rattled her
enough to want to start swearing at the little don. "Alright. You won't be
hearing from him again. Take the rest of the night off."

He hung up.

Just like that.

The growing echo of the monotone nagging was the only thing that reminded her
to hang up.

Folding open the booth door as angrily as she could, she marched out of it.
'Take the rest of the night off.' He says. Rhonda steamed about his comment,
not realising how fast she was going, the near midnight darkness had begun
glimpsing over her form as she fled the presence of the phone booth's light.
She stood for a moment - like somebody had just stepped on her shadow. She
wrenched at the neckline of her red coat, pulling it closer to her chin, as her
face hunkered down, the cold in pursuit - she could already feel her face
turning rosy.

Rhonda wasn't afraid. She was too rich to be afraid. She just thought she
deserved better than having to walk or rely on public transportation, but
apparently her and Gino didn't see eye to eye on that.

As she turned the corner, the bus stop in her eyeline, she lowered her hackles
for just a little bit.  

But that's all it can take sometimes in the big city.

The breath was knocked right out of her. A massive arm wrapped around her like
a coiled snake and brutishly held her arms at her sides. Her little nose fought
to breathe as she felt her mouth smothered and sealed, the sight of the bus
stop disappearing behind the corner of the red stonework building. Thrown
against the ground, her back hitting hard. Rhonda held a fist to her chest as
she finally came face to face with him. With half lidded eyes and slicked back
brown hair, he sucked down what was left of his cigarette before tossing it.

"I never had my dick sucked by a fourth grader before." Was all he said in his
laid back and raspy voice, before his lone gloved hand passed by his filthy,
ripped shirt, all the way down to his jeans. Rhonda looked for a way out, only
to see a nearby dumpster blocking her from view even if somebody were to pass
by.

At least the denim was nice.

With a loud unzip, he yanked out his cock through his boxers. Rhonda nearly
licked her chapped lips as her body went a little slack. After working this
long for Gino, she finally found an impressive looking cock. The wafting stench
that overpowered even the garbage just made her just want to suck it more...

Out of nowhere, the sound of an empty can went whirling across the ground. He
swore under his breath, as she watched him make a hasty escape.

He was gone.

Rhonda sat for a moment, touching her plump lip hoping it had met the tip of
his cock, before sighing, as she stood, making her embarrassing trek home.

Night Moves

Rhonda stood, cracking the window to her tenement before climbing back into
bed, the cover of her blanket hanging loose off one outstretched leg. The
straps of her creamy white nightgown hung precariously off the sides of her
shoulders.

She felt like he'd never see him again... but just in case...

Her eyes fluttered opened. God, what was she doing?

The smell of him... it never left her, and she couldn't help herself thinking
about what he had down there. She thought about stopping her hand, but that's
all she did, as it traced along the creases of her slip, finding their way into
her laced underwear. She thought about being as forceful as he would have been,
but instead found her three fingers swirling her tightness softly at first. For
a street thug, she thought, he was kind of handsome. Her pace increased a
little. She thought about his broad shoulders in that leather jacket.

That's when she hit just the right spot.

Her hips bucked, as her knees involuntarily lunged forward with every circled
press into her sweltering pussy lips. She didn't care how debasing it would
have been to admit, but the fire inside was begging for a cock - any cock, to
extinguish her desires, as her free hand pulled at her silk sheets that had
been tucked in tightly, she hung on for dear life as she couldn't force her
fingers in any further, and with one final spasm, she came.

And again.

And once more...
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