Barber Shop Whore, Part 3

By wetfly6969

(MMf, M+f, Pedophilia, Consensual, Reluctant, Coercion,
Drunk/Drugged, Incest, Rough, Gang Bang, Interracial, Black Male,
White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Cream Pie, Prostitution)

~~~

"WHAT!?!?!  Are you crazy?!"  You want Lindsey to do what?  I
hope you're not serious!"

"George, think about it, what options do we have?  We've sank
everything we have into this shit hole business and it cost me my
marriage, and soon yours.  Terrance paid my half of the bills
this month and I'm having to find rides because my car was
repossessed.  And you're not much better off.  I know the bank
already sent you a foreclosure notice and that used van you
traded your Taurus for needs a new transmission.  Not to mention
that joint loan for forty thousand dollars we can't repay and
what will happen if you lose your home?  Child Services will be
knocking at your door to take Lindsey away and maybe Hayden too."

George sat in the barber chair, holding his head.  He felt
nauseous and sick.  As much as he didn't want to think about it,
he knew Walter was right.  He and Terry had already discussed the
possibility and consequences of losing their life's savings and
their home.  They'd have no place to go, except the farm and he
really didn't want to end up there.

"I don't know, Walter, it don't seem right to do that to her."

"We're not doing anything *to* her and besides, her own mother
used to do the same shit to her but for drugs and booze.  At
least we're doing it for a good cause."

"A good cause?"

"Yes, our survival."

"What makes you think she'll agree to do it anyway?  She's very
head strong and if she knows we need her to, she won't do it just
out of spite."

"You leave it to me, I'll talk to her and arrange everything. You
just have to bring her to work with you and sit quietly while I
make all the arrangements.  We'll divide everything fifty-fifty,
after expenses and a little something for Lindsey."

"I don't know, Walter, I really have a bad feeling about this.
Look what happened to the massage parlor a couple of doors down.
The cops were all over them."

"That's because they're very visible and they advertised their
services in the escort section of the paper.  Not a smart idea.
We're just a barber shop and the cops won't expect anything like
that here.  We'll be under their radar and they won't even think
to check us out."

"There's got to be another way."

"I don't see one.  If you know of a better way to make a lot of
money quickly, I'll be happy to listen."

"What about letting one of those whores across the street work
here?"

"Those whores are controlled by pimps and soon they'll be
controlling us.  Beside, if we let a whore work here, we'll have
to split the money with her and then with each other so we won't
really make much.  Not enough to survive.  Lindsey is the best
choice.  Besides, she's already fucking so why not let her get
paid for it."

"How do you know she's fucking?"

"She told me."

"What did she say?"

"That she loves to fuck and wants to do it all the time.  To be
honest, George, I don't have to talk to Lindsey about this as
we've already talked about it."

"You did?"

"Yes.  It was her idea."

"WHAT?"

"Yea, I was telling her about the problems we're going through
and she offered to help out.  I wasn't sure at first, but after I
gave it some thought, I knew it was the best thing for us.  The
only thing she wants, is for you and Terry to quit being so
controlling."

"Controlling?  You mean acting like her parents?"

"You're really not her parents, just her foster parents and she
knows that.  If you push her too hard, she will run away and if
that happens, we'll be totally screwed.  Besides that, the foster
program will remove your name from their data base and you`ll
never get another child to care for."

George looked to the floor gently shaking his head.  "She's just
a little girl.  Only twelve-years-old."

"She almost thirteen, and besides, she's more mature than you
think."

"I don't guess we have much choice, do we?"

"No, really we don't.  Unless you don't mind being broke and
homeless."

"Maybe we can try it for a day or two just to see how it goes.
But if I don't like it, we're calling it off, okay?"

"Okay,  George, you're the boss," Walter said smiling.  "But I
have a feeling everything will work out just fine."

"I hope you're right."

"I am, trust me.  She'll be a great asset for us and we'll just
do this until we get back on our feet and then she can go back to
being the rude little twit we both love to hate," he said with a
chuckle.

"I don't know how Terry's going to take this."

"She won't know."

"I can't do this to Lindsey and not talk to her about it."

"Yes you can and you will.   If Terry finds out about our plan,
she'll ruin it and everything will go down the drain."

"What if she asks why I'm taking Lindsey to the shop everyday?"

"Tell her she's helping to clean up, sweep hair and clean
windows.  Hell, I don't care if you tell her we're teaching her
how to do the books, but do *NOT* tell her the real reason,
understand?"

"What if she finds out?"

"Let me deal with that, just keep your mouth shut!"

"Are you sure Lindsey's okay with doing this?"

"Yes, I promise you she is.  But you've got to be willing to bend
some rules for her."

"What do you mean?"

"I told her if she did this for us, she could smoke pot whenever
she wanted."

"WHAT?!?! Why would you tell a twelve-year-old girl she can smoke
pot?  It's illegal!"

"George, think about it.  She's going to be fucking a bunch of
smelly old men for money to save our business, which is also
illegal, and I think she'll need something to help her get
through it, don't you?  What's a little pot compare to a lot of
sex?  Besides, it's not exactly hard drugs."

"Well, when you put that way, I guess I can't really say any
thing about it, can I?"

"No, and since we're being upfront, she also wants to go out a
couple of times a week without a curfew and maybe from time to
time have a boy spend the night in her bedroom."

"NO WAY!  I draw the line there.  She needs to have boundaries
and I won't allow that to happen.  Not in  my house!"

"George, what are our options?  She's got us by the balls here.
If you refuse this, she'll either run away or won't work for us
and we'll lose everything.  *YOU'LL* lose everything and who
knows, Terry may not be able to deal with it and she'll leave you
too."

"She won't do that."

"Are you sure?  You're already having problems, right?"

"It's just money problems, that's all."

"For your sake, I hope you're right.  It would be a shame if
Terry no longer saw you as a good provider and looked for someone
else.  You've gained a few pounds since you were married and your
hair is getting pretty thin.  Terry's a very attractive woman and
wouldn't have any trouble finding another man."

"She wouldn't leave me."

"Be honest with yourself, George, we both know she could and
would, if she had to.  Being broke, losing your home, son and
foster child might be the straw that breaks the camel's back.  If
I were you, I'd do *whatever* I had to keep my wife happy and
without financial worries."

The ringing of the cowbell directed their attention to the man
entering.  "Good morning, welcome, are you needing a hair cut?"
Walter asked smiling.

The younger man nervously glanced around before settling his
stare at the two men.  "Uh, I was here two days ago and I, uh,
well, I noticed a girl wearing a blue bikini, and I was uh,
wonder if maybe she worked here?"

Walter glance toward George and smiled.  "Yes, she does work here
but she's off until Friday.  Come back on Friday and she'll be
more than happy to, uh service you," he said with a grin.

"Friday huh?  Yea, okay, do I, like, need an appointment or
something?"

"No, not for now.  Maybe later but I think she can work you in
just fine."

"Great, I'll see you Friday then, okay?"

"Sure, and be sure to tell your friends about our new service we
have here," he added winking.  The man smiled before leaving.

"Walter that seemed cold."

"What do you mean?"

"You setting her up with some guy for sex like she's a piece of
meat or something."

"George, the sooner you realize that that's exactly what she is,
the easier it will be for you to accept this.  Now watch the
store, I'm going out to get a few things and buy her a few new
bathing suits.  What size is she?"

"She likes to buy size twelve but I think they're too small.
Maybe you should pick up a larger size for her."

"Uh, naw, I think I stick with the twelve's.  It shows off her,
uh, assets better."

***

Walter was getting impatient with the ringing phone.  He's called
twice already and got Terrance's voicemail both times.  After the
forth ring, he answered.  "Thank God, man, I was getting worried
about you."

"What's up, man, I'm still at work?"

"Lindsey just called me.  She wants more pot.  Can you set it up
for her?"

"More?  Already?  It's only been two days and she's gone through
ten joints?  That girl needs to slow down."

"She's doing fine.  The more she smokes, the faster she'll get
hooked.  Just get her whatever she wants."

"It ain't cheap.  I paid the hundred for the last bag.  Who's
paying for this one?"

"Lindsey will be, she'll just need a small loan until she starts
working.  You know she's good for it."  He heard a slight laugh
on the other end.

"Alright.  I pick some up after work but how will I get it to
her?"

"Bring it by the shop and I'll send it home to her with George.
The poor fool won't even know what it is.  I bought her some sexy
clothes and I'll pack it in with them.  She'll be happy to get it
I'm sure.  Make sure he laces it with the same stuff, okay?"

"Yea, don't sweat it, he knows."

"Great.  Seen you later."

***

"So, how was the last day of school?" Walter asked as she and
George walked in.

"Boring," she replied rolling her eyes.  "I hate it and can't
wait `til I can quit."

"That's the spirit, who needs to do boring shit like school when
you have an entire life of fucking a head of you," he replied
smiling.

"WALTER!  This is bad enough without encouraging her to quit
school.  She needs an education if she wants to make something of
herself."

"She *is* making something of herself, aren't you, Lindsey?"

"Walter, please, that's enough."

"Okay, okay, George, I'll play nice," he said winking at her. She
smiled.  "Are you ready to get started?"

"Yea, I guess so."

"Honey, you know why you're here, right?" George asked putting
his hand on her shoulder.

Glancing to Walter, she nodded.

"Hell yes she knows why she's here," Walter said putting his arm
around her shoulder and pulling her into his side.  "She's here
to get fucked, aren't you sweet cheeks?"

Looking up at him, she grimaced, seeing him smiling down at her.
"Come on, let's get you ready for some action," he added walking
toward the curtained threshold.  "I closed off one of the
bathrooms and put an old mattress I bought at the army surplus in
there for you to use.  There's a box of a dozen condoms on the
sink, I'll buy more when you use them all, they sell them next
door at the liquor store," he said pulling the bathroom door
open.

She looked into the dirty, dimly lit room and cringed.  It
reminded her of the closet her mother used to lock her in when
she was a little girl.  She felt a cold chill as he nudged her
inside.

"I think it'll be a good idea if you're well lubricated before
you begin, don't you?" he asked leaning against the sink.

"Yea, I guess so," she said noticing the light had been replaced
with low watt yellow bulb giving the small room an eerie glow
once the door was shut.

"Good, strip and get on the mattress," he said unzipping his
pants.

"Huh?  What do you mean?"

"Just what I said.  I'm going to fuck you so you'll be good and
lubricated.  Cum makes a great lubricant," he added unzipping his
pants.  "Have you smoked all of your joints?" he asked waving his
hard cock toward her.

"Yea, last night."

"I bet you're itching for another one, aren't you?" he added
reaching into the medicine cabinet to retrieve the small, hand
rolled cigarette.  "Give me what I want and I'll give you what
you want."

Staring at the small cigarette, she licked her lips.  Walter
waved it back and forth, smiling as her eyes followed it with out
blinking.  "Get your clothes off and get on the mattress."

Pulling her shirt over her head, she dropped it on the closed
toilet seat and pulled her cut- off shorts down, kicking them
over the tank.  "You've got a really nice body, you know that?"
he asked stepping closer, leaning over to kiss her.  Her lips
were taut, firmly closed.  "Come on, Lindsey, relax.  It's not
like you haven't done this before.  Your mommy used to make you
do this a lot, didn't she?"

Looking down, she slowly nodded.  Slipping his finger under her
chin, she lifted her face, pressing his lips to hers once again.
She hesitantly returned the effort.  "You can do better than
that, Lindsey," he warned, kissing her once again and reaching
for her breast.  She sighed into his mouth.  "That's my girl, get
into it."

"Is everything alright in there?" they heard George calling
through the door.

"Yes, we're just getting set up in here.  Go watch the front in
case someone comes in."

"I can hear the bell."

"Just go up front, George."

Laying her back, he moved to the floor, positioning his torso
between her legs.  "I missed out on tasting this sweet little
pussy of yours last time," he said bending his head forward,
lapping at her  slightly opened slit.  She sighed, parting her
legs a little.  He moaned into her crack, enjoying the fact she
was being so willing.

Pushing his tongue further inside, it was deluged by a pungent,
salty taste.  Pulling back, he saw a trickle of gel in the dim
light emerging from her hole.  "You've fucked already today?" he
barked, disappointed that he wasn't her first.  She didn't
respond.

"Who was it?  Huh?  Who already dicked you?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"'Cause I don't wanna get him in trouble."

"Sweetheart, I'm about to fuck you and would be in a hell of a
lot more trouble if anyone found out.  So come on, tell me.  Who
got to fuck that cunt of yours?"  She turned her head, staring at
the dripping water from the elbow of the pipe under the sink.
"Come on, you can tell me, I won't tell George."

"Promise?" she asked looking back at him.  He nodded.  "Hayden,"
she mumbled, almost inaudible.

"HAYDEN?  George's Hayden?  How long have you two been fucking?"

"I dunno, a while I guess."

"Well I'll be damned, little Hayden's all grown up now!"

"Please don't tell George, I don't want him to get into trouble."

"Don't sweat it, doll-face, your secret's safe with me," he said
pulling himself along her body.  "I won't eat your pussy since
you're already lubed up."

"Does that mean you don't gotta fuck me?"

"No, I'm still going to fuck you, I'm just not going to put my
mouth on your cum-filled hole," he said moving between her legs.
She let out a short, high-pitched sound as he pierced her,
forcing his cock to her very depths.  "I'm going to be quick," he
moaned into her ear as he started thrusting into her.

She felt great, even better than he remembered and soon had a
steady rhythm.  She was soupy, her pussy making slapping noises
in the confined area as he fucked into her.  She kept her legs
spread wide, allowing him ample room to get deeply inside.  "I'm
about to cum, you want me to cum inside of you?" he mumbled into
her hear.  She grunted a response just as she felt his cock
twitching rapidly inside of her.

"What's taking so long...?" George called out swing the door
open.  He was stunned, standing in the doorway seeing his older
brother on top of his foster daughter.  "WALTER!  What in the
hell are you doing?  She's my daughter for God's sake!"

Sated, he rolled over, exposing her nakedness to him.  "She's not
your daughter, she's a whore.  Want to give her a try?
Considering what she's been through, she's still pretty tight."

"Oh my God, Walter, I can't believe you just did that!"

"Relax, brother.  She wanted it.  Besides, you wouldn't buy a
pair of shoes without first trying them on, would you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"If we're going to be selling her pussy, we need to find out how
good it is, right?  You wouldn't want to sell a defective
product, would you?"

George looked down at her, seemingly unashamed of being naked in
front of him and followed the curves of her young body until his
eyes rested between her parted legs.  In the brighter, hall
light, he could see it glistening with wetness.  He licked his
lips.

"Go on, George, you know you want to and she won't mind, will
you?" he asked tweaking her nipple.  She squealed and squirmed
away.  "Come on, no one will ever know and you can tell the
customers how good if feels to fuck her."

"Walter, I can't do that.  I *won't* do that."

"Well, it's your loss.  You should get some now, while she's
still fresh.  Later she won't feel as good, trust me, I know."
The younger brother stood speechless  at his callousness.

The bell rang and George glanced quickly over his shoulder.  "Go
see who it is," Walter said pulling himself up.  Zipping his
pants, he stared down at her with a scowl.  "Stay where you are,
it may be a customer.  I'll come get you if it isn't," he told
her closing the door.  Fixing his hair, he emerged from the back
to see the young man from a few days ago standing in the door
way.  "Ahh, you're back," he said with a smile.

"Yea, you told me that girl would be working today.  Is she in?"

"Yes she is and she's very excited to meet you."

"Really?  Me?  Why?"

"I told her all about you and she couldn't wait for you to get
here, isn't that right, George?"  The question caught him off
guard and he mumbled something neither man understood.

"Just to be sure we're talking about the same thing, what am I
going to get?"

Walking to the younger man, he put his arm around his shoulders
and smiled.  "You'll get a very happy ending, if that's what you
want," he said winking.  The man nearly choked.

"With that girl I saw here the other day?"

"The one and same."

"How much?"

"How long are you looking to spend with her?"

""I don't know, maybe half an hour or so."

"That will run you $150."

"One-fifty?!  Why so much?"

"My friend, that's grade-A pussy she's got and well worth the
price.  We're offering a special right now because she's new.
Only five dollars a minute."

"Five dollars a minute?" he repeated taking out his wallet.  "Do
I pay now or when I'm done?"

"Cash first,"

Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out two twenties.  "What will
forty dollars get me?"

"Eight minutes."

"What if I go past eight minutes?"

"You'll have to pay the difference when you're done.  But I'll
knock on the door when you have two minutes left to you'll know."

"Do I get money back if I don't go the full eight minutes?"
Walter chuckled.

"No, afraid not.  If you don't use your time, you lose your time.
 That's the rules."

"Okay, I'll take the eight minutes and if I go longer, I'll pay
more when I come out."

Smiling, Walter took the money, handing it to George.  "Ring him
up," he said smiling. Putting his arm around his shoulders, he
guided him through the curtain and to the woman's restroom door.

"You're really going to enjoy fucking her, believe me," he said
winking before opening the door.  "Lindsey, I got one for you.
Show him a really good time, okay?"  Stepping aside, the man
gawked at the nude girl sprawled out on the thin mattress, his
mouth dropped open.  She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever
been with.

"Eight minutes, Sport," Walter said nudging him forward.  "Enjoy
her," he added closing the door behind him.

George stood at the curtained doorway staring at his brother
leaning against the wall between the two bathroom doors.  The man
had been in there for five minutes and Walter was checking his
watch.  Weak grunts and moans could be heard softly from the
small room.  He felt like a heel, making his foster daughter
prostitute herself to get him out of a financial bind.  As soon
as they're back on their feet, he'll let her stop.  It can't be
good for her state of mind.

Thank God Walter had the sense to buy the condoms to prevent her
from getting a disease.  Next week he'll take her to the clinic
to get birth control pills, but for now, he'll have to pray a
condom won't break.

"Two minutes," Walter called out knocking of the door.  George
shook his head, heading back to the front of the store.  It will
be better if he doesn't see what's going on.  The less he knows,
the better.

George couldn't look at the younger man as he rushed from the
shop.  He had just fucked his twelve-year-old foster child and he
couldn't stand to see him.  He's supposed to protect her, not
exploit her like her mother had.  Looking over the newspaper, he
saw his reflection in the large mirror and frowned.

"It'll get easier the more she does it," Walter said entering the
room.

"I'm not so sure about that."

"Relax, everything went great, don't you think.  And we made more
in eight minutes than we did for the past three weeks.  It won't
be long before all of our worries are behind us." he added
sitting next to his brother.  "Just don't worry and I'll take
care of everything, just like I always do."

Swiveling his chair, George turned away from him, facing the
entrance.  He was upset with him too and didn't want to look at
him either.

"Move your ass!" Walter called out toward the back of the shop.
"We don't have all day to wait on you."  Thirty seconds later
Lindsey emerged from the back wearing a one piece bikini which
hardly left anything to the imagination.  Walter let out a
whistle and a smile.  "Get a load of that," he said slapping
George's arm.  "You sure you don't want a piece of that before
another customer gets her?"

George could see in the mirror what she was wearing and was
horrified and to make it worse, his own brother is encouraging
her like it's no big deal.  Never would he had allowed her to
walk outside of the house wearing something like that and to be
displayed out in public like this is shameful.

"Stand at the door and smile at any guy that walks by," he
directed watching her bubble butt slightly giggle as she walked.
It didn't take long before someone noticed her and entered.

Looking around at all the equipment and the two men sitting in
barber's chairs, he glanced back at the young, pretty girl
standing next to him.  "Is this a barber shop? He asked looking
back toward the men.

"Yes.  Do you need a hair cut?"

"I would like to have something else, if it's possible," he said
returning his stare to Lindsey.

"It's possible," Walter said standing to greet the newest man.

"How much?"

"That will depend on you.  It's five dollars a minute so you
decide how much to spend."

"Wow, that's a great deal," he said pulling out his wallet. "I'll
take twenty minutes," he added handing Walter five twenties. 
Smiling, he led the pair toward the back of the shop, handing the
money to George as he passed.

***

"George, I wish you'd just relax.  We've made more in thirty
minutes than we have since we opened the shop and it's not even
noon!" he said noticing his brother's sour expression.  "Lindsey,
let's go, get a move on.  You don't want to miss the lunch
crowd," he added turning back with a smile to George.

"I'm not sure we should be doing this," he said glancing to the
closed curtain.  "She's not equipped for this."

Just then the curtain moved aside and Lindsey emerged, sashaying
into the room.  "Not equipped?  Are you fucking kidding me?  Look
at that body.  She's built to fuck!"

"That's not what I mean."

"Lindsey, go stand by the door, the lot's getting full."  Nodding
she approached it, leaning on the bar with a sigh.

"One-forty in thirty minutes, George.  Even if she only does a
hundred an hour, that's eight hundred dollars a day, six days a
week.  Can you handle five grand a week?  I know I can."

"I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep at night.  This has been
gnawing at me all week and I'm not sure I can deal with doing
this to her."

The ringing bell turned their attention to the nicely dressed man
standing at the doorway.  He was wearing a suit, minus the
jacket, and not hiding the way he stared at Lindsey.  "How much
for an hour massage?" he asked taking a quick glance at the two
men.

"She doesn't do massages, unless you want just your cock
massaged," Walter said with a snicker.

"That's exactly what I want.  How much?"

"How long are you wanting her for?"  Walter asked noticing the
man's eyes roaming her slender body.

"As long as I can have her.  I'd love to spend a whole day with
her, but I've got a meeting in an hour."

"Twenty minutes will cost you a hundred."

"That's about all the time I have, so I guess that will do," he
replied moving into the shop.  Lindsey glanced toward Walter and
sighed when he smiled at her.

"Come this way," Walter said motioning with his hand toward the
back of the shop.  "George, here's the money," he said passing
the money the stranger had just paid to him.  "I'll knock on the
door when you have two minutes left," he added closing the
bathroom door behind them.

"George, I'm getting hungry, why don't you run down the street to
McDonald's and pick us up some food.  Be sure to get Lindsey
something.  She'll be working up an appetite today."

Putting his head down, George pushed his way through the door
running into a younger man about to enter.  Grumbling, he brushed
past the man, heading for the van.

"How can I help you?" Walter asked as the newcomer entered.

"I was, uh, told that there's a girl working her that is a, um,
that will..."

"A whore?" Walter blurted out to save him the trouble.

"Yea, that."

"Where did you hear that from?"

"My friend Charlie.  He was here earlier and told me about her.
Said she was beautiful."

"Well he's right.  Have a seat and she'll be right with you.
You'll have to wait about ten minutes, but believe me, you'll
want to wait for her," he said winking.  The man sat in one of
the six chairs along the wall, reaching for the outdated copy of
Sports Illustrated.

***

Walter heard the bell and peeked through the curtain to see
George walking back in.  "It's about time.  What took so long?"
he asked stepping through to meet him.

"I needed to take a walk, clear my head."

"Lindsey's about finished so we'll wait for her before eating."

Glancing at the clock on the wall, he furrowed his brows.  "It's
after one.  How long has he been in there with her?"

"Right at seven minutes.  He paid for ten so I need to give him
his two minute warning."

"SEVEN MINUTES?  Walter, he was just going back there with her
when I left!"

"You mean the business man?"

"Yea."

Laughing softly he smiled.  "George, she finished with him in
fifteen minutes and has had two more since then.  The second one
is about finished now.  Excuse me while I knock on the door."

Feeling uneasy, George sat down, dropping the food on the counter
in front of him.  This is crazy.  Why is he allowing this to
happen?  He's helping to facilitate her abuse and exploitation
and for what?  A few dollars?

"I told you she had a sweet little pussy, didn't I?" he heard his
brother's voice and turned to see him holding the curtain aside
for an older man to pass.  He looked familiar but he wasn't sure
where he knew him from.

His eyes followed him until he left.  "Who was that?" he asked
staring at the glass doorway.

"You remember old Jack, don't you?  One of dad's best customers.
For the last ten years he got his hair cut twice a month.  He
stopped by to say hi and I introduced him to Lindsey."

"He's got to be at least sixty-years-old!"

"Yea, so, old men need loving too," he replied with a smile. "Now
let's eat, I'm starved," he added reaching for the bag.
"Lindsey!" he called out.  "Come and eat, you'll need to keep
your strength up!"

Moments later she entered wearing the same skimpy one-piece
bikini.  She no longer felt self conscious wearing it and sat
next to George.

"Honey, I got you chicken nuggets with sweet and sour sauce, just
like you like.  And a coke.  Is that okay?"

"Of course it is, George.  She'll eat whatever we give her, won't
you, Lindsey?" Reaching for a fry, she dipped it into the sauce
before stuffing it into her mouth.  "Why don't you move a chair
closer to the door so you'll be more visible," Walter suggested
smiling.

Exhaling loudly, she dragged a plastic chair a foot away from the
door and sat to eat.  Walter smiled at the stern expression
George was giving him.

"Give her time to eat and enjoy her meal.  She probably needs a
break anyway, Walter.  Don't be so cruel!"

"She can rest at the end of the day.  For now, she needs to keep
that hot little body primed and ready for action."

The sound of the cowbell interrupted their conversation as a man
entered and approached Lindsey.  "Good afternoon," Walter said
standing.  "How can we help you."

"She's very pretty," he replied not taking his eyes from the
seated girl.  "Is she working?"

"Depends on what you're looking for?"

"Sex.  I'm looking for sex."

"In that case, yes, she's working," Walter said smiling.

"How much for a fuck?"

"It's by the minute.  How long do you want her for?"

"I dunno, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes.  How much for that?"

"Twenty minutes is a hundred."

"How `bout fifteen?"

"Seventy-five."

"Okay, I'll take fifteen," he said reaching his hand out to help
her up.

"Come this way.  She's got a special room for you," Walter said
stepping toward the back of the shop.  George stared at him with
his mouth opened.  How cold is that to pimp her out like that? No
hesitation, no remorse.  Just pay your money and go stick your
cock into her as if she's some sort of meat locker.

Emerging from the back with a smile, Walter sat next to George,
swiveling his chair to face him.  He could see the uncertainty in
his eyes and sorrow on his face.  "Relax, she'll be fine," he
said reaching for his Coke.  George sat stoically, not
responding.  "Hey, are you going to eat those fries?" he asked
reaching across his chair.

~ end of part 3