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 Author: Bookworm Bob
Title: Joanna and the Bookstore (Ch.11)
Part: Chapter 11 - Joanna: Playing Dress-up
Summary: It's Sunday morning and Joanna is bored.  And with no one
around, she goes to see Bob at the bookstore.  She is still sore from
earlier events, so they decide to do something a little different today.
Keywords: f(12), fsolo, mast, oral, tease

   This series of stories is a work of fan fiction based on the original
story "Joanna at the Adult Bookstore" by Janus
(/~Janus/).  If you like this, please go back and read
the story that inspired me, and check out some of Janus' other work I'm
sure you will enjoy as well.

   All characters in this story are fictitious, and any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  It is work of fiction or
fantasy, and is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It may contain depictions of
sexual activity involving minors.  If you are not of a legal age as defined
by your government or locality to view such material or if such material
does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.  I
neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children in sexual
oriented acts with adults.

   Joanna 11: Playing Dress-up

   Written by Bookworm Bob (C)

   When Joanna got up the next morning, she felt pretty refreshed.  And no
wonder why...  She looked over at her alarm clock and it was just after ten
o'clock.  She stretched and flexed for a few minutes before getting out of
bed.  It felt good.

   She went ahead and did her morning routine.  She took a nice shower that
felt good to her tight muscles.  Cumming so much yesterday had really given
them a workout.  Muscles she had really never used had been called into
action over the last week or so.  Joanna had dealt with sore muscles
before, and knew she would soon be over it.

   The soft skin of her privates was still a little raw and chafed, but
didn't burn nearly as bad as yesterday evening.  She put some more of the
soothing ointment on, covering the entire area.  It felt better right away.
Even though, she still decided to go pantyless around the house this
morning.  After all, it was just her and she was still afraid her underwear
would irritate the region more.

   She put on a clean nightshirt, one that hung down to her knees, and went
down stairs.  It was Sunday morning, and nothing interesting was on TV. 
She got herself a bowl of cereal and sat back down and started flipping
through the channels anyhow.  Confirming her earlier thoughts, she found
NOTHING to watch.  She decided she would just put it on one of the music
video channels.  If there wasn't anything worth watching, at least she
could listen to the music she reasoned.

   Joanna finished her cereal, cleaned up, and retrieved her book from her
book bag.  She read for a while, with the music playing in the background.
After maybe a half an hour, the girl put her book back down and looked at
the music video that was playing.  The reason she took notice is that the
tune sounded like one of those that she had heard at the bookstore playing
in the background.  It had a fast beat with a lot of bass.  It also sounded
like the music they played at Hot Metal through the overhead speakers.

   She watched the next few videos which were all pretty similar.  It was
'Club Mix' time on the station, so everything was either remixes of hip-hop
or techno music.  Each video showed a mix of cute guys and hot girls
dancing together.  Sometimes they were dancing by themselves, other times
the guys and girls were all over each other.

   Joanna watched the girl's movements.  She had done some ballet when she
was younger so she understood how to make her body move like that.  She got
up and started to do some of the moves the women were doing on the screen.
It took her a while to get used to the beat, but within a few more songs,
she was able to keep up pretty well.

   At eleven 'Club Mix' went off and an 80's video program came on.  Joanna
had found something to fight the boredom, but it was over for now.  "Ok...
Now what?" she asks herself.  She was fighting the main thing she wanted to
do...  Go down to the bookstore.  Her body felt worn out and she was still
too sore 'down there'.  But there was literally NOTHING else to do.  TV was
no good, and her best friend was gone for the day, too.

   Resigning to her fate, Joanna went on upstairs and got dressed for real.
She didn't really want to excite Bob too much, so she put on plain panties
and a bra, a non-descript t-shirt, and basketball shorts, which were light
and airy and helped keep her crotch cool as she walked.

   Joanna left the house at around 11:30, making her way downtown.  Even
though she had originally been a little afraid to come here today, when she
arrived at the back door to the shop, she was kind of excited.  It was
still new enough and the idea of coming to place she knew she would NEVER
be allowed, let alone doing the things she had been doing there, made her
heart pump and her body tingle all over.

   She pressed the back door buzzer button and waited, keeping her eyes
open for anyone coming into the alley.  She was ready to duck behind the
dumpster at the first sign.  Bob opened the door and quickly pulled the
pre-teen girl inside.

   "Hello, Joanna!  How was your birthday yesterday?" He lead the girl
through the back storeroom and into the main showroom.

   "It was GREAT!", she told the man as he directed her to the couch.  "I
went to dinner at my favorite restaurant, and when I got home, all my
friends threw me a SURPRISE party!"

   "That sounds terrific, sweetheart.  Did you get a lot of nice gifts?" he
asks as he gets two sodas from the mini-fridge.

   "Oh yeah...  I got some jewelry", she said as she showed Bob her new
pendant, "and best of all, I got a new LAPTOP!"

   "WOW!  You must have been a really good girl to have gotten something
like that.  Congratulations!" Bob returned to the couch and sat down
handing the girl the drink.

   "Thanks.  Mom and dad said it was for being good and getting good grades
this year."

   Bob snuggled up closer to the girl on the couch, gently rubbing her
thigh as they talked.  She liked the feelings he was giving her, but...

   "Mmmmm...  That feels nice, but I can't do anything today", she told him
with a frown.

   "Why not, honey?  Did you start your period or something?"

   "Ewww...  Gross!  No.  It's just that I am still worn out from yesterday
and my whole cunny is sore.  I couldn't even play with my silver toy last
night, it hurt so bad..."

   "Awww.  That's too bad.  But that's fine.  We can give it a rest
today..." Bob was disappointed at this news, but still played it cool so he
didn't scare the girl away.  "There are other things we can do that can be
pretty fun, too."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, we can talk, like we are now.  Just hang out.  If you have any
questions about anything you have been learning.  If you want, I have some
sexy clothes you can try on and model for me.  I could take some more
pictures like yesterday.  Stuff like that..."

   "That sounds fun...  So what's first?"

   "Well, let's just talk for now.  How have you been liking what you have
been learning?"

   "Oh yeah!  I never knew anything could feel like having an orgasm", the
girl gushed.  "I was really afraid of you and those other guys that
afternoon.  The fat guy was kind of mean and all.  But after you made me
sit on the saddle-thing..."

   "The Sybian..." he interjected.

   "Yeah, the Sybian...  I wasn't afraid any more.  That was the first time
I ever had an orgasm."

   "The first time you ever CAME, sweetheart.  I like it when you use your
sexy words..."

   "Ok.  Now I can't get enough.  Every day after school, I'm playing with
myself and cumming.  Then maybe again before bed.  Even last night with it
being sore..."

   "What was sore, honey?  Tell me..."

   "My PUSSY was sore.  Even with it sore, I still used the egg vibrator to
make myself cum.  I was watching that DVD you gave me on my computer, and
just had to do something to make myself cum."

   "Nice", he commented, picturing the girl in the throes of an orgasm. 
"What else?"

   "Well, now I seem to see sexy things all over.  Older men are always
looking at me.  When I went to the mall last week with my friend, I could
see guys all over checking us out.  It was like they'd known what I had
been doing..."

   "No, it's not that.  They just see the same thing that I see.  A
beautiful young girl that is becoming a young woman.  Men like that look a
lot."

   "I guess SO.  The manager at the Hot Metal store got a big hard-on
looking at me.  That got me excited so I teased him some more..."

   "Oh yeah?  What did you do to tease him?" he asks, still rubbing her
thigh and inching ever closer towards her pussy.

   I would bend over and let him see my butt.  Then I think he was looking
at my boo...  My TITTIES", she quickly corrected herself.  "I know he must
have liked me because he gave me a discount on a shirt that I had bought,
and also slipped two pairs of sexy bikini panties into my bag and didn't
charge me for them.  I gave one pair to my friend, and kept one for
myself..."

   "See, it pays when you do sexy things for men, huh?  Even here, you take
care of me, and I take care of you", he reminds the girl as he leans in and
kisses her on the cheek.

   "Stop...  That tickles..." she tells him and he backs off, laughing with
her.

   "So you were able to watch that DVD, huh?"

   "Yeah, I was afraid to use the DVD player downstairs in case I got
caught.  But now I can play them in my room on my computer!  Isn't that
awesome?"

   "It sure is...  I'll have to send some more home with you to watch. 
Maybe later I'll let you go pick some out..."

   "That would be cool!  You'll have to give me some recommendations", she
said slyly.  "But, OK, now I have a question...  In that video you gave me,
the babysitter got caught using the rubber penis..."

   "It's called a dildo...  You may have heard that word before, but not
have known what it was..."

   "OHHH, Ok...  Now I understand.  So she was playing with herself... 
Jerking off...  With the DILDO and got caught.  The man and woman punished
her by making her have sex with them, right?"

   "Un-huh..."

   "Well first it doesn't seem much like punishment.  She really seemed to
like doing it with the man..."

   "Yeah, he was fucking her pretty good", he said, using the word she had
avoided.

   "Well, then the woman made the girl lick her pussy.  Isn't that what a
man is supposed to do?  I mean girls aren't supposed to do that to each
other, right?"

   "Not at all, Joanna.  Many women find it really sexy not only to have
their cunts licked by another woman, but also to do the licking.  Sometimes
they do both at the same time.  Kind of like when we did the sixty-nine
yesterday..."

   "The what?  Sixty-nine?  What's that?"

   Bob explained the position to the girl, and how when two people are both
sucking each other at the same time, it looks like the way the number six
and nine are together in the number 69.  Joanna immediately understood and
nodded her head.

   "So girls can do other girls?  Do guys do other guys like that, too?"

   "They CAN...  It's not quite the same, kind of a double standard...  But
I have some magazines that show that too, if you want to see it..."

   "Nah...  Not right now.  It was kind of sexy when the two girls were
together, though...  Oh, and one last thing about the movie...  The man was
behind the girl FUCKING her", using the word Bob liked to hear from the
girl, "and he stopped then put it in her BUTT...  I thought he made a
mistake and missed putting it back in her PUSSY, but when he didn't stop
and go back, I guessed he meant to put it there..."

   "Yep, he meant it alright...  That's called ANAL sex or butt fucking or
getting fucked in the ass..."

   "But that's not where the peni...  I mean COCK is supposed to go,
right?"

   "Well that all depends...  Some guys like to fuck girls in the ass
because it is really tight and feels good to them.  Girls that like to do
anal like the different feelings it creates and can cum really hard like
that.  And both like that they can fuck and fuck and cum all they want and
don't have to worry about the girl getting knocked up like that..."

   "Ahhh...  So in the video, he just didn't want to get the babysitter
pregnant, huh?"

   "Um, well, yeah, that's probably why.  Plus I bet it felt really good to
both of them..." he explained.  "So is there anything else you were
wondering about?"

   "Not really...  Those were the things that had me the most curious... 
So what do you want to do now?" she asks.  All the frank discussion about
sex had her pussy steaming.  She was ready for more...

   Bob had noticed how she was squirming around next to him, and could tell
she was getting herself all worked up.

   "Well, if you still feel like giving your pussy a rest for a while, then
would you like to do some modeling for me?"

   "I...  I guess so...  What do you have you want me to wear?"

   "Well I sell really sexy outfits here, too.  A lot of women like to put
on shows for their men.  It makes them feel sexy, and it really excites the
guys..."

   Bob lead the girl back through the back, up the stairs and down the hall
the opposite direction of the booths she had been caught exiting not so
long ago.  At that end of the hall was a door marked 'The Main Stage' and
Bob opened it for the girl.

   The inside of the room was fairly large.  It had a couch and several
comfortable looking chairs.  These all faced what Joanna guessed was 'The
Main Stage', a small platform surrounded by mirrors on three sides, with a
large brass pole extending from floor to ceiling right in the middle of it.
Over to the side, Joanna could see the dressing room that was only
separated from the room they were in by a brightly colored bead curtain.

   Looking around, the girl saw several racks of different kinds of
outfits, some in bright fluorescent colors, and others in pleather or real
leather.  There was also a display of high-heel shoes and boots.  They
didn't look very comfortable, though.  Some of the heels were REALLY tall,
and others shoes had four-inch platform bottoms.  Joanna noticed that the
shoes that weren't leather wear mostly clear plastic.  "Or maybe glass,
like Cinderella", she thought.

   "So, um, what do you want me to try on?" Joanna asks Bob, who had gone
over to turn some of the other equipment on in the corner of the room.

   "Surprise me, sweetheart...  I bet you will look good in ANYTHING on
those racks.  You can change in the dressing room over there...", and he
points to the bead curtain.

   Joanna sorts through the rack for a few moments before settling on a few
things she wants to model for Bob.

   "Don't forget some shoes, too", he reminds her.

   Joanna went to the dressing room with her fashion selections and a pair
of the clear platform shoes.  Bob watched under the curtain as the girl
slipped out of her clothes.  He saw her kick her shorts and panties off,
and caught a brief glimpse of her naked body as she brushed against the
beads causing them to open for split second.

   As she finished getting dressed, Bob made sure the batteries were good
in his camera, and that there was plenty of space on the memory card.  He
got himself a drink and settled down on the couch as he waited for the girl
to come out.

   The wait was worth every second.  She emerged from behind the bead
curtain, and Bob's heart skipped a beat, maybe two.  Before him was no
innocent little girl.  What came out of the dressing room liked like a
teenage hooker, making Bob's semi-soft dick turn rock hard in a matter of
seconds!

   "Oh WOW...  You look GREAT!" he told the girl as she moved over in front
of him.  She was dressed in hot pink mesh top with long sleeves, but cut
off just below her growing breasts.  It was stretched tight to her body,
and Bob could see her hard nipples through the mesh material.

   Barely covering her pussy and ass, she had put on a pair of spandex
shorty-shorts in the same matching color as the top.  The material form-fit
to her shape, and Bob could see the outline of her sex where her legs came
together.

   Joanna was a little taken back when Bob starting taking pictures of her
in the sexy clothing.  "Wha...  What do you, um, want me to, uh, do now?"
feeling slightly insecure about her looks.

   "Well, you can turn around for me, stretch your arms over your head,
bend over and show me your butt...  Whatever you want.  Remember, men like
girls that put on sexy shows..."

   Joanna did remember.  The manager at Hot Metal had told her pretty much
the same thing.  Joanna started to model for the man as he clicked picture
after picture.  She was getting very comfortable now, moving around and
showing him her 'good side'.  Of course to him, they were ALL 'good sides'.
He got off the couch and moved around with her, picking up close-up shots
of her tits, ass, and crotch.  He got several good pictures of her whenever
she would bend over.

   Bob went back over to the control console and clicked a button
activating the stereo system in the room.  More of the hip-hop/techno music
that had been playing softly downstairs began to play.

   "Joanna, do you think you can dance to this kind of music?"

   "Sure, I was doing that earlier...  Before I came over", she informed
him, and started moving to the rhythm.  She was still a little clumsy in
the platform heels, but wasn't doing too bad considering...

   As she moved, Bob resumed snapping pictures of her.  She was really into
the music now, and having Bob watching her and taking pictures made her
really hot.  Every now and then, she would give herself a nice stroke
against her spandex covered crotch, or rub her nipples, or even caress her
ass.  Bob captured ALL that action with his digital camera.

   Bob had gotten really horny from watching the girl model then dance for
him.  In a move that made Joanna wonder, he put the camera down, took her
by the hand, and walked her up onto the stage.

   "What do you want me to do up here?", she asks.

   "Just keep on doing what you were...  Dance for me!  I love watching you
move to the music.  You are so cute and sexy like that..." His words were
reassuring to the young girl.  Feeling more confident, she started moving
again with the heavy beat.  She began to notice herself in the mirrors,
turning her on even more.

   Bob turned the room lights down lower and turned up the stage lights
that were synchronized to the music.  Joanna kept up the sex dance,
twisting and turning to the sounds and watching herself in the mirrors.

   "Go, Joanna!" he cheered.  "Now work the pole..." She didn't know what
he meant by 'work the pole', but she had a good idea.  She danced her way
over to the pole and began dancing around it.  She held it and swung
around, like she used to when she was on the playground.  She figured it
was about the same.

   Bob was busy snapping more pictures of her as she began to swing around,
still shaking her body with the music.  Finally he couldn't take any more.
He reached down and undid his pants.  Shuffling around a little, he pulled
them down around his ankles and began jerking on his cock.

   Joanna caught a glimpse of this in a mirror as she was turned, wiggling
her ass at the man.  The sight of him with his cock in his hand made her
clit throb.  She turned back around and faced him.  "You really like my
dancing, don't you, Bob?" she asks, staring at his cock as she keeps
grinding her hips around and around.

   "Oh, yeah, baby!  You look so GOOD up there!  Keep going!"

   "Just keep dancing like this?" she asks as she runs her hands up her
sides and over her breasts, more teasing Bob than herself.

   "Well if you want, you could take off that top while you dance up
there", he suggested as he continued to beat his meat.

   Joanna grabbed the bottom of the mesh shirt and began to pull it up. 
"Like this?" she continued to tease as she swayed her body on the stage.

   "Oh yeah, baby, do it!  Please!" he begged of the girl.

   She continued to pull the top completely off, dropping it safely out of
her way.  She went back to dancing all the way around the pole as she
watched both her own body and Bob's jerking fist in the mirrors.  Without
the top on, her tits are free and hang nicely when she bends over.

   "Now the shorts, Baby!  Take 'em off and throw them to me!" he yelled
from the couch.

   Joanna was completely caught up in the sexy dancing she was doing now.
She reached down and thumbed the shorts.  As she rotates her ass around
with the rhythm, she slowly began to pull them down over her ass.

   "Turn around and bend over when you do that, sweetheart!" he instructed
her.

   Following his order, she made a turn around the pole and bent over,
continuing to pull the shorts down past her hips, down past her knees, and
down to her ankles.  Bob was in heaven.  She was bent over presenting him
with the most perfect view of her ass and pussy.  He was able to get two or
three more pictures before he had to resume his masturbation.

   Joanna spun back around the pole to face him and kicked the shorts right
to him.  She was splendidly naked now, except for the acrylic heels she was
still dancing in.

   Bob concentrated on the dancing girl before him.  He couldn't hold back
any longer and began moaning.  "Oh yeah!  Shit baby, you got me cummin'
already!  Oh fuck yeah!  Mmmmm...  You hot little stripper bitch! 
AHHHHHHH..."

   'Stripper bitch' Why would he call me that.  She stopped dancing and
realized she had stripped for him.  That she was a stripper now!

   "Don't stop!  Keep going, baby!" he told her as several shots of cum
blasted from his cock and landed on the floor.

   Not really knowing what to do now, stunned with the realization that she
had done a whole striptease for the man, she resumed her motions on the
stage.  Being called a 'stripper bitch' had shocked her, but as the shock
wore off, the words made her pussy tingle stronger.

   "Nice, Joanna!  Keep it up!  I'm almost done...  Ahhhhh..." He let out
several more big shots of jism before stopping his jerking.  "Good girl! 
That was fantastic!  You can really dance..."

   Slowly, the girl stepped down off the stage, went over, and sat down in
one of the chairs.  Bob watched her, and noticed that she began to cry.

   Right away, he jumped up and went to the girl.  "What's wrong, Joanna?
Are you OK?  Did you hurt yourself?"

   "Why did you call me that?  I'm NOT a 'stripper bitch'", she sobbed.

   Bob was immediately heartbroken at his outburst.  "Oh God, Joanna!  I am
so SORRY!  I didn't mean to say that...  To hurt you, baby!  I didn't
really mean it!" He picked the girl up from the chair and held her, trying
to comfort the girl.  She was much taller still in her platforms.  "Baby, I
wouldn't do anything to hurt you on purpose".

   Eventually she stopped crying and looked up at him, her eyes red and
puffy.  Gently he wiped the remaining tears from her cheek, leaned down,
and gave her a nice kiss on the mouth.  After a few moments, she returned
the kiss, parting her lips and allowing her tongue to touch his.  Joanna
broke the kiss first.

   "I...  I'm sorry, too.  I didn't mean to cry.  It just hurt a little.  I
know you didn't mean it, though..." she said, looking up at him.  "Am... 
Am I really a stripper now, though?"

   "Not really, honey...  It was just for me, and I wasn't giving you money
was I?  What do you think?"

   "I guess not..."

   "Did you have fun up there, dancing on the stage, with me watching?"

   She looked down at his chest and nodded.

   "As long as you had fun, it doesn't matter, does it?  I had a LOT of fun
watching you!"

   Joanna could feel his dick getting stiff again, pressing against her
tummy.  She reached down and took a hold of it.  As she began to stroke it
for him, he leaned back down and they resumed their French kissing.  In a
matter of a few minutes, he was back to full stiffness.  "I'm still too
sore to do anything down there, but can I still do you?" she asks,
breathing hard after the exciting kiss.

   "Baby, you can do anything you want to me..."

   Slowly she got down to her knees in front of the man.  Holding his cock
in one hand, she began to lick up and down his shaft.  She was still really
horny from the sexy clothes, the dancing, and the modeling.  She gave the
head of his cock a few nice kisses.

   "That's very nice, Joanna", he whispered.

   Accepting the compliment, she opened her mouth wider and began to pull
his dick all the way into her mouth.  She gagged a little as it hit the
back of her throat, so she backed up and went again.  Bob took her by the
back of the head and allowed the girl to work his cock back and forth in
her mouth.  "Good girl...  Now use your tongue...  Swirl it around on my
cock while you suck...  That's it, just like that..."

   Joanna was bobbing her head faster and faster.  From the videos she had
seen, she began jerking on his dick with one hand as she continued to blow
him.  Her free hand went to her exposed pussy and rubbed her clit through
the wetness.  It hurt, but she didn't care at that point.  It was in charge
and wanted to cum really bad!

   Bob was taking control of her head, though.  He held her in place as he
began to swing his hips back and forth, setting up a great face-fuck. 
Joanna continued to use her tongue and suck hard on his invading penis and
he continued to rock back and forth.  She could taste the saltiness from
the last load he had shot while jerking off to her dancing.  And she could
feel the sliminess of his pre-cum, warning her of the load she was soon
going to get.

   As she played with her pussy, she was moaning softly into his cock and
he slid it against her throat.  He loved the feeling of the hummer she was
giving him.  The vibration of from her moans against the head of his dick
was driving him mad.

   Finally Joanna could feel his cock getting larger in her mouth.  She had
felt this before and was ready for him to blow.  He mumbled something she
couldn't understand.  He stopped his fucking motion and held her head in
place as she waited, still twirling her tongue around the shaft.  Then her
mouth was filled with his hot cum!  His cock was pounding in her mouth,
kicking back and forth as shot after shot bounced off the back of her
throat and back onto her tongue.

   The girl swallowed as fast as she could, beginning to work her mouth up
and down the length of his cock again.  This time the girl didn't spill a
drop.  She continued sucking the dick for all she was worth.  The harder
she sucked, the more he gave her, and the closer to her own orgasm she
came.

   Joanna gave a final lunge on his cock, getting it down her throat just a
little.  But the trill was enough to make the young girl cum.  She diddled
her clit harder as her hips were bouncing up and down and grinding around.
She screamed onto the cock lodged in her throat, withdrawing only because
she needed air.  He released the last shot of cum right down her throat to
her belly, loving the feeling of the girl's hot mouth.

   Bob finally pulled the cock-hungry preteen from his dick.  After two
good orgasms, it was pretty sensitive now.  Joanna's body was still shaking
from the aftershocks of her own cum.  He gently picked the girl up and laid
her on the couch.

   She smiled at him as he picked up the camera again and got a few more
choice pictures of the girl as she laid there, legs spread wide, her pussy
shiny with girl-cum.  She was still wearing the acrylic stripper heels,
adding to the naughty look.

   "I thought your pussy was too sore to play today?" he asks the girl.

   Through heavy eyes, she replied, "I thought it was, too.  I just
couldn't help myself.  I was SO horny from everything we had been doing,
then we were kissing and stuff.  Then when I felt your dick getting hard
again..."

   Now she was going a mile a minute.  "There are more things I want to try
on for you...  Do you want me to put something else on?  And dance again?
Do you want me to strip for you?  Am I going to be your little stripper
bitch?"

   "Easy now, Joanna...  I think you have done enough 'stripping' for me
for today", he tried to slow her down.  He walked over and brought the
music down and the lights back up to normal.

   "Awwww...  But I wanna do some more..." she pleaded.

   He kissed her again, "Not right now...  You need to cool down a little.
Anything more and I'm afraid of what we'll be doing next", he said.

   "Like what?  Would you have to have sex with me?" she teased.

   "EXACTLY!" he warned.  "I don't know if I could control myself!  Given
another opportunity today, I'd probably end up throwing you down and
fucking you, maybe right here on this couch."

   "Ohh...Um, I didn't, uh, know..." Joanna said, suddenly a little afraid.


   "It's OK...  I'm just kidding around a little", only half meaning what
he said.

   "Wow...  You had me scared for a second there..."

   Bob laughed.  "Just go get dressed and meet me back downstairs.  We have
some shopping to do..."

   Bob sent the girl back to the dressing room to put her street clothes
back on.  While she was gone, he picked up the rest of the stuff in the
Main Stage area, keeping the shorty-shorts, coated with her fluids for
himself.

   A few minutes later, Joanna joined him back downstairs.  It was almost
four o'clock, so she knew she had to get moving.

   "I didn't realize it was already so late.  I went ahead and picked out
some stuff for you", and he handed her a bag.  She looked inside and saw a
couple of DVD cases, a small box, and two small bottles.  "Keep these safe
and where your parents won't find them.  I also included a CD for your
computer in there too.  It has a special program so that you can go online
and we can chat."

   "That sounds cool...  I have a webcam and everything so you can see me!"

   "Excellent!  So do I...  We can see each other when we chat..."

   "I also included some special lotion for your pussy.  It will help it
feel better fast.  Or so I'm told..."

   "Mmmm...  Thanks!  I can't wait..."

   Bob walked Joanna out the back door and sent her home with a kiss.  He
returned to the showroom just in time to open the doors right at four.  As
the first few customers of the day browsed through the aisles, Bob was busy
downloading and burning the pictures from his camera to CD, and also
burning a DVD of the security data from the Main Stage room.  Just like the
others, when he was finished, he locked them away securely in his safe. 
"This is going to be a profitable year..."

   Continued in Chapter 12

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