Twila and Candy

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 4

When we got to the car, I looked at my watch and it was almost six. I told Tom to find someplace decent for us to eat and get some dinner. As we ate, I informed Tom that Twila was a near three year-old: her fourth birthday was just a month ago. I told him his assessment of Twila was right on. I also told him she was no dummy either. She knew what a pussy was and also knew her mother was a sucking, fucking whore. She rebuked my attempt at fondling her ass, but Candy just inhaled the attention. “As vain at that little four year-old beauty is,” I told him, “she’ll be showing me her pussy and asking to be abused just like she’s gonna see Candy get. I doubt she’d last a week!”

He raised an eyebrow when I told him Candy took to having her kitty stroked like a duck to water. I told him that I’d have that little tyke spread out on the bed naked and licking her little chocolate pussy by the second day while her big sister watched the whole thing.

He just shook his head and said, “Boy, Boss, you sure know your shit.”

“And another thing; I’ll make that snooty little diva stew until after she’s seen her baby sister blow me and swallow my cum. Then, she’ll have no doubt about what’s expected of her to be the number one diva in the house. After that, she’ll demand to be the first to get fucked — in whichever hole I choose. She’ll even help me teach her baby sister how to fuck.”

“Stop it, Boss I can’t eat with a raging hardon!”

“Don’t fret, Tommy. After I seal the deal with the girls’ mother, you can start looking for your own little black Lolita. Have you given any thought as to what age you’re going after?”

“Yeah, I’ve thought a lot about it. My preferred age is about eight or nine — no older than twelve, but since I’m gonna be shelling out some serious dough, I’m going to do like you and get me one about four or five that I can keep for quite a while. It’ll make the investment worth it.”

“Now you’re thinking, Tom. Get em young and train em up right. With a four year-old, by the time she’s five she’ll give you about eight years of indescribable pleasure.”

“Kinky minds think alike, Boss; my sentiments exactly.”

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We arrived at the club about eight-thirty. I wanted a front row seat when the show started so I could give Cassandra some serious tips. I flashed my wade of cash to the bartender and got a hundred dollars worth of ones, fives and a few tens. It would only take a few minutes for the word to spread that a big spender was in the house.

Sure enough, as soon as the show started and the girls started circulating, I had dancers all over me. I politely declined their company until Cassandra strolled up to the table. I bought her a drink and we made the usual small talk. I handed her a business card that bore the name “Living Doll Models, Ltd.” I introduced Tom as one of my talent scouts and told her that I wanted to talk seriously about her girls.

She was shocked and suddenly suspicious when I mentioned her daughters, but eased up when I told her that Tom had been scouting for some fresh new faces and happened to see her daughters one day and made some inquiries. I gave her the spiel about wanting to help a few disadvantaged kids make it; that’s why we were looking in her neighborhood.

She was definitely interested and was beginning to see dollar signs. I gave her five crisp one hundred dollar bills and told her to buy the girls several sets of nice clothes. Whatever she didn’t spend was hers to keep. All I wanted was for her to give me the receipts for tax purposes. That got her attention! Nothing makes a whore perk up than cold, hard cash! After she’d gone shopping, I told her to call me and we’d take some test shots of the girls and see how things went.

I asked her, “Well, what do you think? Are you interested? The girls came make a lot of money and it’ll surely help out with the bills.”

“Hell yeah I’m interested. What kind of photos do you shoot?”

“Catalog work for the major department stores. The bonus is that the girls get to keep a lot of the clothes they model. In effect, you probably won’t have to buy them clothes anymore. It’s one of the perks of the business.”

“Fuck yeah,” she sighed shaking her head. “Now I see how the other half lives.”

“It comes with the job, Sandy. What time do you get off? I’d like to seal the deal tonight if I can.”

“I get off at two. We can go to an all night diner down the road and talk some more.”

“Sounds like a winner, Sandy. I think we can come to an agreement that’ll be lucrative to both of us. In the meantime, it wouldn’t bother any you if I tipped you nicely during the night, would it? I mean, a working girl with two girls has needs, Right?”

“Yeah, I do have needs.”

I bet you do, you fucking crack whore, I thought. “Well, I’ll be perfectly honest when I say that I see where your little girls get their looks. You’re as fine a black woman as I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, thank you Mr. uh…” she stuttered as she tried to read my name in the dark.

“Hayes, Jimmy Hayes,” I finished for her.

“Thank you very much, Jimmy; and no, I don’t mind at all.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing more of you.”

With a giggle, she stuffed the money down her bra and turned to slid out of her chair and said, “I bet you are!”

Cassandra was indeed a real brown bombshell! If I wasn’t into little girls, I’d pay to fuck her. It’s a shame such a beautiful woman was a slave to cocaine. She danced four times that night and every time I put fifty dollars worth of bills in her G-string. I could picture what Twila and little Candy would grow up to look like when they were older. I decided then that I’d make one luscious offer and that would be it. She either took it or left it. But while we wiled the night away, my mind was seriously burning the candle to figure out how to get her kids away from her. I had to make it look like she’d be doing it for the kids, not to feed her habit.

Tom and I left when the bouncer shooed everyone out at closing time. We waited by the car and Sandy came sauntering out fifteen minutes later. Tom drove while Sandy and I sat in the back seat. She scooted close and said, “Thanks for the tips. I could really put the money to good use.”

“My pleasure, Sandy. Just remember the kids’ outfits. I would really like to get those girls on film.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take them shopping tomorrow and call you tomorrow night. How’s that sound?”

“Works for me.”

We went inside and took a booth in the back and continued our negotiations. Sandy’s greed was starting to show and she asked me, “How much can the girls realistically make and for how long?”

“That depends,” I qualified, “on how popular they become with the stores’ buyers and how much their looks change as they get older. Modeling is like any other profession. Only a select few make the big bucks. As a model gets older her price goes down. Usually, they’re finished making the big money by about twenty five.

“Don’t be fooled, Sandy. This is a hard, demanding profession. Models are called at short notice at all times of the day. Sometimes they have to travel to a specific location year round. They need tutors because they can’t sit through full days of classes and miss assignments. You’ll have to devote every waking moment to those girls if they become an item.”

“Oh,” she replied. Her bubble had been burst and she was seeing those dollars slip from her fingers.

“I never thought of that. I couldn’t do that because by boyfriend, Fred, he owns the club where I work, is kinda demanding. Besides, I have personal things I have to attend to.”

Playing along, I gave a sigh and sat silent for a moment as if thinking. “Well,” I began, “this is the first time I’ve ever tried to help a kid without resources. I’d really like to help your girls out, and they certainly are beautiful and I’m sure they’d be a hit.

“Now mind you, I’m only thinking out loud here and trying to come up with a way to give your girls a shot at the good life. Do you at least have a car?”

“No, I don’t.”

“See, they couldn’t even make a local shoot on short notice. Here’s an idea and I’m really going out on a limb here. I would be sacrificing a lot because I’m a single business man and only have myself to think about. But we’re talking about a couple of young girls’ lives and I’m willing to see my idea of helping a couple of kids that really need it to the end and I’m willing to make sacrifices to give them a shot. What would you say to giving me custody of the girls and I’ll pay you up front for what an above average model would make until she’s say, sixteen? I’d need full custody to get them schooled, medical treatment, travel and things like that. I’m not trying to buy your daughters; I’m just trying to give you some compensation as if you were still handling their affairs and at the same time, give them their shot. What do you think?”

“Hmmm, how much are we talking about? In compensation I mean?”

“Let me think.” I pulled my pen and started jotting useless numbers on a napkin and after a few computations replied, “I could go as high as 150 grand, but not a penny more. How’s that sound?”

She audibly gulped and her eyes got wide and asked, “You mean 150 thousand dollars in cash?”

“Well, not in cash, but a certified bank draft. That’s as good as cash. You just take it to the bank and cash it. Basically, it’s a fancy money order.”

“How long do I have to think about it?”

“Let’s do this, Sandy. You take the girls out tomorrow, buy them some really nice clothes and call me tomorrow night. I’ll pick you and the girls up the following morning and we’ll shoot some proofs. If they turn out great, I’ll need your decision then. That’s the best I can do. This may be all moot if they can’t perform in front of a camera.”

“That sounds fair. Alright then, we’ll do it your way. I’ll give you my answer day after tomorrow, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan. Now, let us drive you home to your girls and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

Sandy nodded silently as we rose to leave. After we dropped Sandy off, I asked Tom, “Did you see the look in her eyes when I gave her the price?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “they flashed two neon dollar signs!”

“That’ll sure buy a lot of blow,” I remarked.

“That’s if her pusher boyfriend doesn’t take it from her first,” he said back.