Notice: This story has some extreme elements of Non-consent, and other femdom content that could be considered shocking. You've been warned.

"I told you the truth Rita." You say puffing on a cigarette sitting on the couch in your small apartment. Rita, a large latina woman dressed in form fitting attire is standing across from you with her hand on her hips.

"So, you're meaning to tell me, that the first time we foward you some dope, you conveniently get robbed. You have no idea who did it, and now my sisters and I are just thirty thousand dollars short?" She said angrily, and you sink into the couch.

"Must have been a friend of friend." You say.

"A friend of a friend, ain't going to get our money back to us." Rita scorned, and you sigh.

"I can get it back to you." You offer.

"So, let me get this straight. We have to front more shit, to get back the shit we've already lost? What kind of business woman do I look like?" Her thick red lips pursed, and her phone rang. She picked it up, and talked in spanish for a moment. She hung up the phone, and looked disgusted.

"Your car is only worth about 5k, where do I get the rest of the money?" she said angrily.

"I can work it off, somehow. Whatever it takes, just please give me a chance." You plead, knowing how serious the Santos sisters can be from stories in the past.

"Work it off?! This ain't no fucking car loan." She yelled, and you sit quietly.

"Take my car, and I can make some runs for you, you know, the risky stuff." You suggest, and she smirks at you. She picks up her phone, again and calls Janette. She is the highest name you know in the gang. They discuss something for a second, and Rita puts the phone on speaker.

"John, this is Janette, I hear you're having some problems." Her thick accent came over the phone.

"Yeah, sorry I got robbed last night, and.." You start.

"No fucking excuses. Are you willing to do what it takes to pay your debt?" She stops you.