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 Chapter 4

   Olivia awoke bright and happy; her mood matched the look of the day as
she saw a cloudless sky through her bedroom window.  Slipping from her bed,
Olivia dug out the McDonald's bag from the closet and went about looking
for places to hide the various items inside.  The condoms and the money
were the things she was most scared of being caught with, well all of the
items really.  Collectively they painted a pretty scary picture if found in
the possession of a twelve year old.  Birth control pills, a pregnancy
test, condoms and five thousand dollars in cash.  That couldn't be
explained without major shit coming down.

   Olivia pulled out the bottom drawer of her dresser, and hid the cache of
items inside and made sure the drawer would still close normally.  Removing
the drawer again, Olivia remembered she needed to take her birth control
pill and also that she would need cash today for getting a new phone. 
Olivia poked the little pink pill out of the dispenser and was glad to see
she still had a glass of water on her nightstand.  Swallowing the pill
down, Olivia fished out five hundred dollars and replaced the drawer.

   How am I going to explain this kind of cash?  Fuck!  I really wanted
that new iPhone.  I guess I'll have to settle for something cheaper.  Mom
would never believe I saved up five hundred bucks babysitting.  I'm still
shocked I have five thousand dollars, just from yesterday alone!  It wasn't
even like a job or anything, it was fun.  Stuffing the money in her purse,
Olivia noticed the piles of phone numbers and dug them out of her purse and
hid them in her closet.

   A knock on her door followed with her mother's voice, "Olivia!  Phone!"

   Olivia quickly put away the phone numbers and stashed her purse and went
to her door and opened it, finding her mother there holding the handset.

   "Stacy's on the phone," she said and handed the phone over and closed
her daughter's door.

   "Hi Stace!  How are ya?"

   "Me?  I'm great.  What about you?  You took off so fast yesterday I
hardly even had a chance to say goodbye.  Are you okay?"

   "Better than ok, I'm great." In a hushed voice she said, "I got a ton of
cash from just having some harmless fun.  I was home by eleven and didn't
even have to do anything I didn't want to do."

   "So tell me all about it."

   "Hold on, let me turn on some music so mom can't overhear me talking."
Turning on some random music, Olivia proceeded to tell Stacy all the
details as quietly as she could and after she was done, she waited for
Stacy to be as excited by it as she was."

   "Gee Liv, that doesn't really sound much like fun.  In fact, it sounds
kinda..., uh..., dirty.  How did you find that fun?"

   "I can't really describe it Stace, but trust me, it was a lot of fun. 
Carl gave me something to take, and that made it really fun."

   "Took what?  I mean, what are you talking about?"

   "A pill, Carl called it "X" and it made everything amazing.  At one
point I was standing there in front of this truck and the heat coming off
of it almost made me orgasm just from the way it radiated around me.  I
can't describe it, but it was really awesome."

   "You took drugs?  Liv, what were you thinking?  Won't you get all
addicted and stuff?"

   "I don't think so, I don't feel addicted or anything.  Well yesterday I
was addicted to sex, but that was yesterday and I don't think the pill had
anything to do with that.  Today I feel like just regular old me."

   "Yeah but drugs are bad, at least that's what our teachers tell us,
right?"

   "I dunno, it didn't do much other than make my orgasms really huge."

   "Alright, we'll talk more about that later, but speaking of orgasms, I
finally did it!  I finally went through with it and you were right, I've
never felt anything like it before!"

   "You mean you masturbated?" Olivia asked, glad to be off the topic of
drugs for the moment.

   "Yeah, I've done it like five times since!"

   "Ok, take that feeling and magnify it, by like at least two or three
times.  That was what yesterday was like, only I had more than five of
them," Olivia said thinking back to the previous two days and the horde of
orgasms she'd experienced.

   "Holy shit, really?"

   "Really.  I'm telling ya Stace, once you start, you won't wanna stop,"
she said and casually dipped her hand inside her waistband and started
gently touching her clit.  She wasn't planning on cumming while on the
phone, but a little stimulation couldn't hurt either.

   "You're starting to win me over, slowly.  So what's the next step?"

   "For you, or me?"

   "Both!"

   "Well, it seems there isn't much I haven't done yet, but for you, well
that all depends.  What do you feel like doing?"

   "I'm not sure.  I guess I'd need somebody to experiment with.  You don't
suppose Carl knows any cute teenage boys do you?"

   "I don't know, I only met his friend Sam and trust me, you don't want
your first time to be with him.  He's huge.  But I can ask him if you want
me to?"

   "I don't know, maybe I need to think about a while.  I'd be so worried
about something happening, like getting pregnant or something."

   "Oh, that reminds me, I started taking "the pill" yesterday.  I just
took my second one today!  Isn't that exciting!"

   "How did that happen?  Where'd you get them from?" Stacy asked
incredulously.

   "From Carl, he seems to have connections to just about everything."

   "I heard being on the pill makes your boobs grow, are they bigger yet?"

   "I don't know, I didn't check, hold on," she said cupping a hand under
her right breasts.  "They seem about the same, a little tender maybe, but
that might have been from all the groping and pinching."

   "I heard Katy and one of her friends talking about it.  Her older sister
was on the pill and she said they get kinda tender at first when they start
to growing.  Maybe I should get on the pill so I have something on my
chest. All I got are two mosquito bites."

   "Come on Stace, you aren't that small and besides, that's hardly a
reason to get on the pill, so you can grow boobs."

   "You're forgetting that the "me" in your crazy dream got you to ask your
doctor for hormones so my boobs would grow, so don't think the real world
me wouldn't do something just as crazy as getting on the pill to make them
grow in real life."

   "Good point.  Do you want me to ask Carl for some for you too?"

   "Yeah!  If it means I can grow some tits!"

   "Fine, I'll ask him once I get my new phone."

   "When are you getting it?"

   "Mom's taking me shopping today, so I guess while we're out."

   "Ooh shopping?  Can I come too?"

   "Yeah, let me check with my mom, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

   "Awesome, I'll be over shortly.  See ya!"

   Olivia couldn't keep her mind off her stash of contraband; the great big
wad of cash she had hidden in her dresser was pulling on her mind like a
magnet.  In her dreams it took well over a month to accrue what she'd
accomplished in only one day in the real world!  It was such a rush to
think she could make ridiculous amounts of money this way; the mere thought
of it was getting her excited and making her pulse pound harder.  The only
problem was what to do with it all?  All that money would surely be too
tempting to keep from spending.  What was the point of making money if she
couldn't spend it?  Carl did have a good point about saving for college,
maybe it would be worth it to work a day here or there and save up some
money for that.

   Olivia contemplated the money thing while her body urged her to think
about sex.  She was feeling the "itch" to do it again, even though her
kitty felt a little sore this morning.  The hormones of her emerging
adolescence were trying to sidetrack her thoughts and her brain kept coming
back to the sex.  The birth control pills changed everything, at least
mentally.  The fact that she'd got so carried away so easily when she was
messing around with Aaron and totally forgot about using protection was bad
enough, it was her first time and was understandable.  But then to do it
again yesterday with that Chad guy was scary.  Nothing other than satiating
her immediate pleasure had entered her mind once she saw Chad's nearly
naked body.  She was focused on only one thing, to enjoy whatever pleasures
he had to offer.  And offer he did, with his slick cock.

   Thinking back on her carelessness, Olivia realized what a blessing it
was that she was in her current situation.  Thank God Carl got me birth
control, now I don't have to worry about getting pregnant if a guy wants to
fuck me without a condom.  Listen to me, I have one day going sex crazy now
I'm automatically assuming I'm going to keep it up.  Am I?  I told Stacy
yesterday it would only be one guy, one time.  One guy turned into fifteen,
and it was only so I could make enough for a new phone.  Now what?  I have
enough money for twenty phones, and I'm still thinking about the next time?
Which reminds me, I should probably make sure I'm safe and not pregnant. 
Olivia returned to her stash for the second time in five minutes.

   *************************

   "Ok, in mid-stream, hold the tester in your urine flow...," Olivia
whispered the instructions and squatted over the toilet as she doused the
panel in her pee.  Ed would probably love it if I was doing this on him
right now.  What a twisted little man he is.  Correction, a RICH twisted
little man.  Olivia watched the flow of her pee go up the stick and the
first blue line come into view.  Oh shit, what does that mean?  Olivia
quickly thought the worst and felt her heart suddenly pound in her chest.
Flipping the box over, Olivia read the instructions a second time.  "One
bar, not pregnant, two bars pregnant, ok, got it," she read and looked at
the tester again.  Only one bar, ok, so far so good.

   Olivia waited a few more minutes and sighed as she felt her heartbeat
return to normal, realizing she was in fact not pregnant.  "Dodged that
bullet didn't ya Liv?" she said looking in the mirror at her reflection. 
She didn't look any different but she felt different.  Three days ago she
was a virgin, now she'd turned fifteen tricks, sixteen if she counted Sam,
and she had a negative pregnancy test result, birth control pills and five
grand in cash to her credit.  A hell of a way to start your summer vacation
eh?

   "You almost done in there kiddo?  I wouldn't mind getting a shower in
before we go shopping," Lauren called out through the bathroom door.  Girls
and bathrooms, a bad combination for those in a hurry she thought.

   "Sorry mom, just about done!" Olivia replied as she quickly gathered up
the test kit and the packaging and stuffed them in her pj bottoms and
wrapped her robe around it all, tying it tightly.

   "Ah, don't worry about it, if you're going to be a few minutes I'll just
use the shower downstairs.  Take your time!"

   "Thanks mom," Olivia replied, and let out a sigh of relief as she heard
her mother's footsteps head down the hallway and into the kitchen and then
the familiar creak of the stairs going down into the basement.

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   Stacy Bennett stepped through the doorway into the Hastings' house and
heard twin blow driers going as she caught both Lauren and her best friend
Olivia getting ready.  "Hi Ms.  Hastings, how are you?" she said to
Olivia's startled mother as she paused by the open bathroom door.

   "Oh dear Stacy, you scared me half to death!"

   "Sorry about that."

   "No problem, I'm glad you could join us today," Lauren said as she
finished drying her hair.

   "Are you kidding, I wouldn't miss shopping for the world," Stacy said as
she continued on towards Olivia's room.

   "Hiya Liv!" Stacy said to her best friend who was sitting on her bed
blow drying her hair also.  She had such long and pretty golden blonde
hair. Her own chestnut brown hair seemed somewhat inadequate next to
Olivia's, although everyone always she was the pepper to Olivia's salt. 
Stacy was one of those girls that would forever be labeled as cute with her
rounded cheeks and button nose and rose-petal lips.  Her mother said her
brown eyes were very deep and soulful, and when she looked in the mirror,
she had to agree, they were one of her best features.  One of her only
features though, she was cute, and even she could admit that, but she
hadn't started to blossom yet like her friend had.

   Olivia had boobs and a figure, something that Stacy was hoping for
someday.  Her mother still had a cute and youthful face, but she also had a
great figure and was still in great shape for a woman in her late thirties.
Someday she would have her mother's build, she just wished it was now so
she could look more like Olivia.  In Stacy's eyes, her "cute" face was her
curse, she would always be cheerleader cute while Olivia was just plain
beautiful.  Petty jealousy aside, Stacy was fiercely loyal to her friend
and even though she wished she measured up to her friend's attributes, she
would do anything to protect her.

   This sex business was something she just wasn't prepared to deal with,
but would have to come to grips with, one way or another.  Stacy was dying
to get Olivia alone so she could find out what her plans were and if they
included having more sex for money.  It was one thing to dream about
becoming a prostitute, it was quite another to go out and become one just
two months shy of her thirteenth birthday.  Girls just didn't do that on
their own.  This Carl guy's influence was bad news.

   "Hi Stace!  Close the door will ya?  I got something to show you,"
Olivia said in a hushed voice while she finished drying her long flowing
locks.  Closing the door as requested, Stacy asked, "Well, what is it?"

   From under her pillow, Stacy saw Olivia pull out a white plastic looking
stick and hand it over.  Stacy read EPT on the stick and on it was a clear
plastic window with a blue line showing.  "What is it?"

   "A pregnancy test," she whispered.  "It's negative!"

   "Thank God," Stacy replied.  "Are you sure it isn't too soon to test?"

   "I don't know, Carl mentioned something about that.  He said he could
get me another one if I wanted.  I might wait a week or two and test again,
just to make sure," Olivia responded as she turned off her hair drier.  "In
the mean time, I'll be on the pill so anything I do from here on out will
be safe.  Which makes me wonder, do you think this might make me get my
first period sooner?"

   "Who knows, I'm still waiting for mine too."

   "Yeah, it sucks not knowing when it'll hit you.  Knowing my luck, I'll
probably be wearing white!"

   "So, what do the pills look like?"

   "They're in a little dispenser and they look like little aspirins.  I'd
get them out but I got them hidden inside my dresser under the bottom
drawer along with the cash and some condoms."

   "You have condoms too!"

   "Yeah, but they suck.  They dry me out for some reason and then it kinda
pulls on your skin.  Going without feels better anyway."

   "So how much cash did you get?"

   "Keep your voice down and don't freak out, but just about five thousand
dollars!"

   "OH MY GOD!!!  Liv!  Are you serious?" Stacy nearly shouted.

   "Shush!  Stace, I told you to keep quiet.  Yes, and all from just one
day's work.  Imagine if I did that much even just once a month?"

   "Yeah, that's like..., sixty thousand!  Holy crap!  What would you do
with it all?"

   "That's my problem, what do I do with it?  I can't spend it or mom would
get suspicious and wonder where the money came from if suddenly a bunch of
new stuff just materialized.  So it's great that I have it, but I don't
have anywhere I can spend it."

   "Oh, I wouldn't say that, I'm sure you and I could find some way to
spend it.  We could buy clothes and then if your mom asks, you can say
they're mine and we're just swapping clothes!"

   "Brilliant!  Let's do that!  Maybe we can go shopping tomorrow or
something."

   "Yeah, we could take the bus or something," Stacy suggested.

   "Or, call a cab?" she laughed.  "I think I might now somebody who could
help us out in that regards," she said with a sly grin referring to Carl.
"Plus if he can get you birth control pills too, we can get you your pills,
and get a free ride at the same time."

   "Ok, but what if he wants..., you know..., sex?"

   "Let me handle that.  He isn't much to look at, but he's pretty handy in
that department."

   "You're such a slut," Stacy said jokingly.

   "Thanks, I am what I am, now help me do my makeup and I'll do yours
next," Olivia said as she jumped up off the bed and went over to her
dresser and slipped the pregnancy tester into her secret hiding spot. 
"I'll get rid of it when mom's not home."

   **************************************************

   The three girls hit the mall and shopped until shortly after noon when
it was time to get Olivia her phone.  Lauren Hastings felt bad about making
her daughter spend her hard earned babysitting money and offered to pay for
half of the new iPhone 4 she'd picked out.  She was very proud of her
daughter for earning her own money and using it to pay for her phone.  If
only she knew where the money was really coming from, Lauren would probably
have a heart attack and die on the spot.

   "Are you going to be more careful with this one Olivia?" her mother
asked.

   "Yes mother dear," she said with a playfully annoyed look on her face.
"I promise not to let a twenty-six year old doctor throw it in a hot tub on
the night of my de-flowering ever again!" she thought sarcastically.  "It
was totally an accident, I won't take it anywhere near water again, I
promise!"

   The bill, including all the accessories came to just over two hundred
and fifty dollars and Olivia carefully counted out her required half of the
amount as covertly as possible from her purse.  She had nearly five hundred
dollars in there and didn't want anybody, especially her mother seeing the
wad of bills she had stashed inside.

   "There, doesn't it feel good buying something with your own hard earned
money honey?"

   "Yes it does mother, yes it does," Olivia agreed.  And she did too, it
did feel good to spend some of the money she'd earned with her tight little
pussy.  The question that was ever-present in the back of her mind, and
likely Carl's too, was when would she be putting that pussy back to work?
The cute guy behind the counter ringing up her phone was making her believe
it would be sooner than later.  He was checking her out and Olivia caught
him glancing down at her tits twice in the short time they'd been standing
there.  He looked to be about eighteen and was a guy she would have admired
from afar before the accident, knowing he was too old to be interested in
her, and too far out of her league for a girl her age.  Now she understood;
he was guy who would give his eye teeth for a chance to sink his cock into
her sweet cunt.  She was a girl who knew she had the world by the balls. 
Well at least the men of the world.

   *************************************************

   Olivia watched her mom pull away from the curb on her way to work and
waved goodbye.  She had no other plans other than hanging out with Stacy
and playing with her new phone.  "So what do you feel like doing for the
rest of the day Stace?"

   "Why don't we call up some of the girls and see if they want to come
over and swim?"

   "Sounds awesome, why don't you start calling while I get my phone broken
in.  I gotta swap SIM cards with my old iPhone and restore my contact list,
so you call while I work on this," Olivia said as she left her friend
sitting on the living room couch while she went and found her old phone.

   Restoring her contact list only took a few moments, but Olivia wanted a
minute's privacy to call Carl.

   "Hey Carl, it's me."

   "Sweetheart, I was wondering when you were going to call.  I thought I
was going to have to drive over there and get you in person," he replied.

   "I said I was going to call once I got my new phone, and what do you
mean come over here and get me?"

   "I was just kidding, I just miss that sweet body of yours and I wanted
to bust a nut in you again."

   "Sounds sweet Carl, I miss you too.  Anyway thanks for everything from
yesterday, I really appreciate it.  I'll let you know if I'm interested in
doing it again."

   "Hey that sounds like you're blowing me off."

   "No, I'm just not sure when I want to..., you know..., do it again,
that's all."

   "Ok, no pressure, no pressure.  Whenever you're ready to go back to
work, just let me know.  But you know, it doesn't have to always be about
the work.  You can call me for anything, anything at all.  If you want
booze, or drugs, or your next month's supply of birth control, hell, even
if you just want company and want to hang out at my place, you're always
welcome."

   Feeling guilty Olivia said, "Thanks Carl, I think you misunderstood me,
I'll be calling you.  I just didn't mean it would be today, and thanks for
offer on the other stuff too."

   "Whew, I thought you meant you were hanging up your spurs.  You had me
scared there for a second.  So what were you thinking, tomorrow maybe...,
or the day after that?"

   "I don't know yet Carl, give me a chance to heal up a bit.  I'm still
kinda..., you know, sore."

   "Ah that'll heal.  Call me tomorrow and see if anything's shaking, maybe
there'll be something special going on that you might want to get a piece
of."

   "Well, I was thinking of calling you tomorrow anyway.  My friend Stacy
was wondering two things: first, if you would be available to take us to
the mall and back?  And second, if you could get her birth control pills
too?"

   "Is she the girl you said was really cute and is she interested in
working?"

   "Yes, and I don't think so."

   "Too bad, maybe we can get her over to my place and talk her into it,"
Carl suggested.

   "Well, she did wonder if you had any cute friends that she could
"experiment" with and see if she's interested in trying sex with."

   "Sure, my neighbor's kid.  He isn't much older than you and he's always
chasing skirts.  I could invite him over, we could give your friend a
little liquid relaxer and before you know it, she'll be taking sausage like
a champ."

   "Well, I can throw the idea at her and see what she says."

   "See who what says?" Olivia heard from behind her.  Stacy was standing
in the doorway watching intently.

   "Oh hiya Stace, I was just talking to-"

   "Put her on the phone, let me talk to her," Carl shouted into the phone.

   "Ok.  Stace, Carl wants to talk to you," she said as she passed the
phone over.

   Olivia watched as Stacy put the phone to her ear and said "hello".  She
had no idea what he was saying, but judging by the smile on her friend's
face and the animated way she started responding back to him, he was saying
all the right things.

   "That sounds awesome, thanks Carl, see you then!" Stacy said then hung
up excitedly.

   "What did I miss?"

   "Not much, he said he'd be glad to take us shopping tomorrow, well today
if we wanted, but he said tomorrow would be better.  Anyway, he can get me
the pills but can't get them today, but he'd be happy to do it for me!"
Stacy beamed.

   "Sounds awesome Stace!"

   "Oh, the girls should be here soon, they're all dying to see you since
the last time they saw you was before the accident."

   "That's so nice, I can't wait to see them too!"

   ***************************************************

   The afternoon was full of nostalgic fun as Olivia and Stacy's friends
Sarah, Kylee, Amanda and Emily came over and hung out around the pool.  The
six girls laughed and played like a bunch of twelve and thirteen year old
girls are supposed to.  Giggling about what boys they liked, what
celebrities were cute and whether Justin Bieber had any challenge from the
Jonas Brothers as the cutest pop star right now.

   Olivia had a new perspective on things since they'd all got together
last.  Her views on cute guys no longer centered around kissing them and
wondering what that would be like.  No she had a much worldlier view now
and it encompassed wondering whether she'd like to fuck them or not, or
whether they'd like to fuck her?

   Sex, sex, sex, that was all Olivia had on her brain right now.  Even
though she'd told Carl she'd have to think about when she wanted to go back
to work, it didn't mean she didn't want to have sex, she just didn't
necessarily mean she wanted to do it with complete strangers for money. 
Thoughts of Justin suddenly popped into her mind, she could just call him
up and have sex with him just for fun!  Their time yesterday had been
fantastic, they'd been like two young lovers on their honeymoon, fucking
with what she could only describe as real passion.  Enthusiasm was probably
more accurate, but it was definitely very intense.  Yes, she would call him
at her first opportunity and find a time to get together with him.

   "Hey Olivia, we should order pizza!" Stacy suggested.

   "Awesome idea, my treat!" Olivia said as she got up from tanning in the
waning afternoon sun and went inside.  After ordering pizza, Olivia dug out
Justin's phone number and called.

   "Hello?"

   "Justin, it's Olivia from yesterday, remember me?"

   "Yeah, hi uh..., now's not a good time..., can I call you back..."

   "Uh yeah sure, call me back at this number, ok?"

   "Uh yeah, I gotta go, bye."

   Olivia could hear somebody in the back ground start hollering and she
was pretty sure it was another girl's voice.  "Great he has a girlfriend,
or wife.  Well there goes that idea," she thought as she put down her phone
and rejoined her friends.

   The pizza guy arrived and soon the six girls were feasting on pizza paid
for by Olivia's snatch, the funds provided by some old guy who liked to be
pissed and pooped on.  It didn't bother Olivia in the least in how she'd
provided for her friends, only that it made her happy that she could do it.
She had on a happy face, but inside she was depressed about Justin blowing
her off.  She was even more depressed after her friends had left and she
heard a voice mail on her phone from a very jealous wife/girlfriend who
called from Justin's number screaming at her and calling her a whore and to
stay the hell away from her man.  "I may be a whore, but he was my man
yesterday, and I bet he had more fun with me than he has with you, you old
hag!" she shouted into the emptiness of her house.  It was only eight
o'clock and all her friends had gone home, even Stacy had to leave and poor
Olivia had nothing to do.

   Wandering back to her room, Olivia flopped on her bed and huffed, "I'm
so bored, what can I do?" After giving it some thought Olivia sat down and
just for laughs opened up her new email account.  There was well over a
thousand replies in her inbox and although her virginity was well behind
her, Olivia decided to read through them and see what was there.  At the
very least the pictures would give her some good inspiration to masturbate
to.

   Olivia could see which emails had attachments and which didn't and
deleted all those without summarily, which represented nearly four hundred
of them.  "I know I said send a picture, but you didn't listen, naughty
boys, goodbye," she said as she selected the delete button.

   It was easy when you could be choosy as her "delete" button was hit
repeatedly.  The resulting three hundred emails were her choices, although
since she had no plans of fucking each and every one of them, it was more
of an exercise in fun than anything else.  "Ok, you go in the "maybe" pile,
you're in the "holy cow, how big is that!" pile, you're in the "set
something up fast" pile, and just for laughs, the "how small is that?"
pile. Ha, ha, I should email this guy back and fuck him just to see what
fucking something that small is like!" she said with a laugh.

   Pleased with herself, Olivia shut off her computer wondered what else
she could do to keep busy.  The hoard of emails with their attached
pictures of naked men in various states of arousal were entrenched in her
mind and they all suggested one overpowering thought, "You need sex!"

   Olivia felt manic as she paced around wondering what it was about the
sex that was dominating her every thought.  Now that she had crossed the
barrier of dreaming about being a slut, to making her fantasy a reality and
actually being a slut, her mind could think of nothing but sex.  Was it
puberty hitting and the barrage of hormones coursing through her that was
the cause all of these thoughts and these behaviors?  Was it the intensity
of the dream and now her realization of the dream, or was it just the
feeling of being needed?  Or some kind of "Daddy" syndrome from growing up
without a male figure in her life that was drawing her towards all these
guys, and using sex as her tool to achieve that goal?  Olivia wasn't really
thinking specifically about all the "why's", instead she was focusing on
the result, her aroused state that needing satiating.  Her mind would not
and could not be put at ease without getting her fix.  On a whim, Olivia
picked up her phone and called Carl.

   "Hey doll what's up?"

   "I'm bored, entertain me."

   "You want me to come get you and bring you over here?"

   "Ah, I don't know if I have that much time, I only have two hours.  What
else ya got in mind?"

   "Ah, you got bitten by the bug huh?"

   "What do you mean?" she said coyly.  He had her figured out already. 
Olivia had found pleasure in her sexual encounters and like a junky, wanted
another fix.  Just to be sure it was as good the second time around.

   "You need me to scratch your itch.  It's ok, you're not the first girl
to call old Carl when she needed that favor.  How about I take you to a
secluded park, or maybe a rooftop parking garage with a nice view of the
city?"

   Not wanting to sound too desperate, Olivia replied, "I was just calling
to kill some time, but that kinda sounds like fun.  How fast can you get
here?"

   "Ten minutes or less for your sweet little pussy."

   "Awesome, I'll be wearing...., not much."

   "Just the way I like you!  Naked and horny."

   Olivia hung up and could already feel her pussy getting wet.  Her
conscience was trying its best to offer one last bit of resistance before
the slut in her took over for good.  What are you doing Olivia?  I thought
you were going to wait a while?  It's barely been twenty-four hours since
you last got fucked and here you are calling Carl of all people to come
fuck you?  Why not give it a day and think this through?  ...Because I want
it, because I need it, that's why.  Justin had his chance, but no-o-o, he
has a girlfriend.  Well fuck him!  At least I know what Carl wants and I
know it'll be good.

   Olivia effectively stomped out the last bit of indecision her brain
could offer.  With her mind made up that she was going to offer her body up
for sex no matter what Carl had in mind, Olivia searched for something she
could wear that would look sexy, besides wearing nothing.

   What could I wear besides nothing?  That's it!  Running to the hall
closet, Olivia pulled out her summer raincoat.  It was light and went about
half way down her butt.  That'll take care of the top half, but this isn't
long enough for the bottom half.  Going back to her room, Olivia found a
light cotton skirt she had from two summers before.  It was white and had
an elastic waistband and barely came down to mid-thigh.  It wasn't supposed
to be that short, but for tonight's purposes, it would do just fine.

   Stripping down to nothing, Olivia pulled the jacket on over her naked
breasts and wondered when the Breast Fairy would show up, her boobs were
already very nicely shaped and very full for her age, but bigger would be
better she reasoned.  Pulling the snug skirt up over her naked buttocks
Olivia went to get some shoes and felt the air on her naked pussy.  It was
different from what she remembered from her dream, and much like yesterday
when she was selling her pussy to anyone with enough money to buy her, it
was daring and thrilling, and sexy as hell.  Every new experience offered a
thrill she'd never experienced before, and the new Olivia Hastings wanted
to experience all the thrills life had to offer, no matter how seedy they
might be.

   With her thoughts going to back to "sexy", Olivia thought that black
high heels would add to her outfit's already sexy appeal, although if
anyone saw her in them, they'd know something wasn't right.  A young girl
out in a "too-short" skirt in black high-heels walking around in suburbia
on a warm dry night wearing a rain coat?  Still...  Sticking them in her
purse, Olivia put on her sandals and waited anxiously.  Carl called seconds
later and said he was around the corner.

   "Finally!" she thought as she bolted out of the house and down the
street.  If any nosy neighbors were watching, Olivia knew she'd need a
really good excuse as to why she was leaving the house by herself wearing
what she was, and with what time it was.  "Still, a girl has her needs,"
Olivia concluded.  Running up to his car, Olivia was surprised to see Carl
had a passenger with him.

   "Hey sweetness, this is my friend Rick, would you mind keeping him
company in the back seat while we're driving?"

   "I thought it was just going to be you and me?" she said as she climbed
into the back seat, her short white skirt riding up high on her thighs as
she sat down.  Olivia watched Rick's eyes bug out of his head as she
settled in beside him.  He was looking at her like a starving dog looks at
a thick juicy steak.  His obvious desire was painted all over his face.

   "I was watching the ball game with him at my house, I couldn't very well
leave him there all by himself now could I?"

   Knowing that she was here in this situation on her own doing, and that
she was the one asking for sex, Olivia piped up, "The more the merrier I
think you said yesterday?"

   "That's the spirit!  Now why won't you guys get acquainted while I get
us to our destination."

   "Friend rules apply?" Olivia replied as she reached for the zipper on
her jacket.

   "Yep."

   "Fine," Olivia said, and then unzipped her jacket and opened it up for
Rick's appreciation.

   "Holy shit, those are spectacular tits you got there!"

   "Thanks, never heard that one before," Olivia answered with a grin as
she pulled the jacket off and then slid the skirt down to the floor.

   "Holy shit, I don't believe this is happening," Rick replied
dumbfounded. Carl had said the girl was something special, but he didn't
know in what manner, and Carl hadn't said anything that would have tipped
him off to this!  And now here she was stripped buck-naked and staring at
him.

   "Well, let's see what you got," Olivia said as she reached for his
pants.

   *************************

   Carl was nearing their destination when he heard what could only be two
people having sex coming from the back seat.  Looking through his rearview
mirror, he could see Rick's white ass humping up and down while Olivia's
one foot rested over the rear seat head rest and the other one sat on his
shoulder.  "God damn this girl is a treasure, and treasure is meant to be
shared."

   Olivia felt immensely better, the anxiousness she'd been feeling all day
was gone.  Her brain had been flying around in circles trying to figure out
what was wrong, and every time it came back to the same thing, sex.  Now
that she was getting it, she felt at ease.  Rick wasn't exactly handsome,
but he was ok to look at.  He was still old enough to be her father but
that was alright too.  He offered what she realized she needed, a good
fuck. That was what was wrong all day!  That void, that
"something's-not-quite-right" feeling that had been haunting her all day
long.  It was like a splinter in her mind that kept working its way in
deeper and deeper, the longer it festered.

   It was hard to imagine as she lay there with Rick's cock pumping into
her quim that the strange manic-like feeling she'd been experiencing all
day long was all just about sex, or lack thereof.  Leading up until this
moment, Olivia had felt the anxious urge, but psychologically she'd doubted
there was any chance that sex was what she needed to quell that urge. 
After all, that's what she'd been doing the entire previous day, having
sex. She'd had her fill, or so she thought until now.

   As Rick pumped his cock endlessly into her hungry pussy, Olivia came to
the realization that the reason why she'd had that crazy coma dream, was
deep down that's what she wanted to be, or who she was meant to be.  She
wanted to be the Queen of the Sluts, she just didn't know it or understand
it until now.  Yesterday at the motel was just the warm-up, it was what she
needed to clear away the mental cobwebs, so she could clearly see what she
wanted.

   And this was it, getting fucked in the backseat of a dirty old cab by
some guy she didn't even know.  It was primal, it was erotic, it was
slutty, and that was exactly what she wanted to be, slutty.  And not just
any kind of slutty, Olivia wanted to redefine the word, make other sluts
bow down to her degree of slut-itude.  Shitting on Ed yesterday made her
realize there wasn't anything she couldn't do if she put her mind and body
into it.  Fucking this guy was just the start to her new realization.  In
her dreams, she needed the excuse of the hormones and the blackmail to get
her mind around the obstacle of being forced into being a slut.  It was the
first mental barrier she had to tear down in order to get where she was
now. With that demolished, Olivia was free to become the very essence of
her soul's desire, the living breathing Queen of the Sluts.  The trick in
real life was going to be, how to do it and get away with it?

   Carl pulled up to the end row of a parking lot in a nice quiet public
park.  It was dark and it was late and this particular parking lot was well
secluded, perfect for a nice outdoor fuck of his new princess.  "You guys
want to continue that under the stars?"

   "Yeah, sure," Olivia replied.  It would be a new experience and the
newly resolved slut in her wanted to discover everything new to sex,
including sex in public.

   Climbing up onto a nearby picnic table, Olivia laid back while Rick
stepped up and sunk his cock back into her tight wet hole.  "Play with my
tits please Carl?" Olivia requested as she looked up at the man who could
deliver her to whatever level of degradation she might want to sink to.  He
had the means and the desire she was sure, to take her there.  She wouldn't
even have to go forcefully, she'd do it willingly.

   "Sure thing babe, as long as you suck on my cock," Carl replied.  She
looked good getting fucked, really, really good.  They already had pictures
of her getting fucked, it was time to get her on video too, and not just
getting fucked by his lame-ass friend Larry the photographer, but by real
men with really big dicks, he thought.  He hadn't seen the video of them
cumming on her face, but he was sure it would be good and he was sure they
could do a whole lot better as he stepped up and offered his cock into her
waiting mouth.

   Olivia laid there and took their cocks into her holes, even letting Carl
stick his thick cock in her ass, although it took a while to get used to
since it was much bigger than Ed's shaft.  It was such a pleasure she
thought as she looked up into the sky at all the pretty stars as she got
her ass and pussy reamed out.  The only disappointment was when she ran out
of time and had to quit before any of them were truly worn out.

   Dropping her off around the corner from her house an hour and a half
later, Carl knew his little whore had turned a corner.  She hadn't
complained one bit about fucking his friend Rick, she just stripped down
and waited for him to fuck her.  Whatever change she'd gone through since
their phone call earlier, he was excited by it and expected to be getting
calls from her more frequently than he first suspected.

   "Dude, she's awesome, thanks for letting me fuck her," Rick said after
grabbing the front of his pants and pulling his underwear off his sticky
cock.  The little whore's pussy juices had soaked his crotch and as it was
drying, his brief's were starting to stick to his sensitive cock-skin.

   "No problem, did you give her your money?" Carl replied as he wheeled
out of his favorite new neighborhood.  The future was looking up as Carl
dreamed about the possibilities his new whore offered.

   "No, why?"

   "Friend rules apply."

   "Fucking asshole, today was payday too."

   *******************************************************

   Olivia was strolling back to her house when she heard Carl's horn honk.
Turning around she quickly sauntered over to his car and the open window
and said, "What's wrong?"

   "Friend rules, Rick owes you."

   "Oh, uh..., ok" She said and held out her hand into which Carl shoved a
handful of hundred dollar bills.  "Holy shit, how much is that?"

   "Twelve hundred," growled Rick from the passenger seat.

   "Thanks Rick!  It was a pleasure doing business with you!" Olivia
returned with a huge smile on her face as she pocketed the money and turned
to go home.

   "Call me tomorrow babe, I'll find work for you."

   "No you won't," she said turning around.  "You're taking Stacy and me
shopping, remember?"

   "Really?  Even after that show, you're passing up work over shopping?"

   "Yep, a girl has her priorities you know, shopping first, you-know-what
second!" she said laughing.  And with that Olivia walked home a very
content and monetarily richer girl.  That fact that mentally she was all
the more richer for understanding what she needed now, made her feel even
better.

   Olivia stripped off her crazy outfit and threw on her pajamas and didn't
even bother to wash up.  Laying there in bed Olivia shoved two fingers into
her spermy cunt and masturbated knowing that semen from two different men
was polluting her pussy at that very moment.  The only thing that would
have made the moment even better, was if it was the sperm from a hundred
men in there.  The utter perversion of the thought drove her arousal off
the charts.  Orgasming on the those thoughts, Olivia rolled over and went
to sleep with thoughts of bathing in cum dancing around in her mind.  Oh
what a wicked time I'm going to have.  I wonder if I can convince Stacy to
join me on my road to hell?
   End of Chapter 4