Butter Face, Part 6

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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"Where's Heather?" Jimmy asked impatiently for the third time
while we sat outside of her school.  It was already after 3 and
most of the kids had left the school.  With two of us watching, I
was sure we didn't miss her and the only other way out of the
school was around the back and through the field, which was an
unlikely path for her.

"Maybe she didn't go to school today," I suggested.

"That's bullshit, man.  We're already late," he mumbled glancing
at his watch.  "The guy is probably already at the motel waiting
for us."

"Lemme call Jessie.  Have him ask Chad if he saw her," I said
pulling out my phone.  After the brief conversation, I slipped my
phone back into my belt pouch, shaking my head.  "No, she wasn't
in school and Jess said her father's car is still in the parking
lot.  Hasn't moved all day."

"That's fuckin' great!"  Jimmy mumbled flicking his cigarette out
the window.  "Let's go pay them a visit.  We need to set some
shit straight with them."  The entire ride Jimmy didn't shut up
and kept running his mouth about them fucking with his income and
saying shit about teaching her old man a lesson but I tuned most
of it out.  He was pissed and just shooting off his mouth to make
himself feel better.

Pulling into the apartment complex I parked two spot away from
the older model Buick parked in Heather's space number.  We got
out and I could tell Jimmy was still irate about this.  He's not
seeing the big picture.  Here he was just got caught in a
compromising situation with his underage daughter and the people
prostituting her are trying to get their claws deeper into his
flesh and blood.  Of course he's going to try and protect her,
its only natural.

"I'm gunna lay that mutha fucka out!" he growled through clenched
teeth.

"Jimmy, hold on," I said pulling his sleeve.  I knew we had
enough on the old man to get him to roll over without resorting
to violence but Jimmy wanted to strong arm him into doing what we
want.  I explained everything to him, even the paternal aspect of
protecting her from us but he didn't want to hear anything about
it.

"We're doing this shit my way, understand?" he said getting into
my face.  "You wanted me to pimp this whore `cause I know that
I'm doing so stay the fuck outta my way or you'll get hurt just
the same."

"Whoa, man, ease up.  What in the hell has gotten into you?  We
need to approach this right or we'll risk losing everything."

"We ain't the ones losing shit, man.  That fuck head trying to
keep the whore from us is about to lose everything!"

"The whore's name is Heather, remember?"

"Yea, whatever," he added turning and continuing his stride down
the sidewalk.  He had a few seconds head start, but I caught up
to him just as he knocked on the door.  I could see the muscles
in his jaw flexing and his hand was curled into a fist.  If he
wasn't so serious it might actually be funny seeing him like
this.  Slowly the door creaked open and a young girl stood in the
doorway.

I suddenly remembered that Heather had a younger brother and
sister and this girl looked to be about eight or nine-years-old.

"Hi there," I said smiling and the door quickly opened wider with
her father standing behind her.

"What in the hell do you want!" he almost shouted pulling the
young girl back inside and behind him.

"You know what we want, Larry, so where is she?" Jimmy scolded.

I could see the young girl trying to peek around her father and
suddenly another face appeared from the other side.  I guess her
brother was equally as curious to see what was happening.

"Get the hell out of her before I call the cops!" he shouted
trying to close the door.  Jimmy's foot stopped it as he pushed
on it, sending the smaller man stumbling backward.  The two
children stood gawking with shocked expression as we entered the
apartment.

"Hunter, Hannah, get to your rooms, NOW!" he yelled still trying
to stand up to us.  We were larger, younger and stronger than
this guy so physically he didn't stand a chance, but the trump
card we possessed was the pictures.  The two kids scurried away
like frightened mice, almost running into the woman entering from
the back to see what was going on.

"Honey, is everything alright?" the small stature woman wearing
thick glasses asked entering cautiously.  I could see where
Heather got her build, eye sight and unique looks.

"Everything's fine, go back into the kitchen," he growled not
quite as loud as he did for the children.  She stood staring at
the two of us for about a minute before leaving.  "I asked you to
leave," the little man repeated standing in front of Jimmy with
his chest puffed out.  I smiled.  He doesn't know who he's
dealing with.

Even if we didn't have incrementing photos at our disposal,
either one of us could easily make this geeky dweeb our bitch if
we wanted to.  The look on Jimmy's face told me he was
considering it.  "You bess be gettin' outta my face," he snarled
giving the older man a slight shove.  Miller took two steps back
but held his ground.  I could see movement from where his wife
went into the other room and noticed her peeking around the
corner.

"Where's my whore?" he asked smirking.  I could see Larry's face
turning red.  I wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or
anger.  He stood silent, fuming but knowing there wasn't much
that he could do about it.  "I asked you a question," he said
taking two steps to get into his face.

"Jimmy, chill out, okay.  Let's discuss this like men," I said
receiving a stern glance for my troubles.  He walked around the
man, heading for the back of the apartment.  One doorway went
into the kitchen, the other toward the bedrooms and bathroom.

"Larry, what's going on?" his wife asked stepping into the living
room with a worried expression.

"Hold on right there!" Miller called out rushing to Jimmy,
grabbing his arm.  I expected it but didn't see it coming until
it was too late.  The man flew backward just as he did the time I
punched him and landed not far from his distressed woman.  She
dropped to her knees, cradling his head while giving Jimmy a
quick glance.

"Why did you do that?  Who are you and what do you want?" she
screamed holding his head up while he slowly regained
consciousness.   Jimmy grinned at her and resumed his trek toward
the back of the house.

"Heather!" he called out opening the first door and looking in. 
I rushed over not sure what this guy was going to do.  He went
further into the hall and I glanced into the room to see the
young boy cowering on his bed in the corner.  Like father like
son.

The loud shriek turned my attention back down the hall just in
time to see him entering two doors down.  I went after him.  I
didn't know that Heather shared her room with her little sister
and the girl was beside Heather holding her in some sort of
frightened bear hug.  The little one yelped again as he went
closer.

"Heather, let's go," he said grabbing her arm.  She wouldn't move
and with her scrawny little sister glued to her, he had to try to
life both of them.  "Heather, don't make me mad, okay?"  She
looked down at her younger sibling before prying her hands loose.
 "That's a good whore," he added jerking her to her feet.

She wasn't looking very well and I had a suspicion it was
withdraws from the meth he's been feeding her and not the stress
and trauma of what's going on.  Giving her a shove, she walked
out of the room with us in close pursuit.

Larry was sitting at the kitchen table holding an icepack to his
eye.  Poor sucker got punched in the face last night and again in
the eye today.  He's not doing very well.

"Where are you taking her?" the woman asked standing when we
entered the room.  "Larry, do something!"

"Talk to him about that, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear what
you loving husband has been up to!" he said guiding the
dumbfounded girl toward the front door.

"Larry, what's going on?" I heard her asking as we left.

"Did you see the look on that asshole's face?" Jimmy laughed
walking to the car.  I still wasn't happy about strong arming
these people.  The father may or may not go to the cops to
protect his daughter, but the mom certainly might, even at the
expense of her husband.

"Was that really necessary?"

"I gotta show `em who the boss is."

"We're asking for trouble," I said explaining my concerns as I
started the car.

"Just drive."  He didn't want to hear what I had to say and the
fact we were already 20 minutes late added to his frustration. 
"Here ya go, Sweet cheeks," he said reaching into the back with
the glass pipe and a small baggie of the strawberry flavored
meth.  "Smoke all you want, I'll get you more," he added winking
at me.  "You be a good little whore and that will always be your
reward.  You fuck with me and you'll be sorry, understand?"

She remained silent but I could hear the lighter flicking several
times and directed the mirror to watch her puffing on the glass
tube.  Her face went blank and she got a stupid look on her face.

"We're almost there.  Take another hit," Jimmy urged and smiled
when she did.  She's going to be majorly fucked up.

****

"Sorry we're late," he said approaching the man sitting in a blue
sedan.  "My whore wasn't ready so we had to pick her up. 
Everything's cool now."

"I was about to leave.  I've been waiting for half an hour.  I
only stayed because you said she was young and fresh.  Where is
she?" he asked trying to look between us into the car.  Heather
was still in the back reaching out to grab something that wasn't
there and giggling when she couldn't catch it.

"I know, I'm really sorry.  I'll knock $20 off for your
troubles," Jimmy said offering him a discount.  "Lemme get the
room.  I'll be right back."

I stared at the man still trying to see Heather in the backseat
but only able to get a profile view of her.  He was balding with
thin wavy hair, a bushy, paintbrush-like mustache and a large, WC
Field's nose.  His face was pock-marked with old acne scars and
his cheeks, chin and fore-head were reddened from rosacea.  He
looked to be in his early-to-mid forties and even though he was
sitting down in the car, I could tell he was a big man.  Just how
big I'd find out soon enough.

Jimmy returned with the key and the four of us headed into the
room with him closely watching Heather.  Jimmy didn't try to hide
her face and I assumed it was because he was no prize himself but
I didn't say anything about it.  The man towered over both of us,
standing at least 6 foot 4 and pushing 300 pounds.  He didn't
look fat, but had a very large build.

Jimmy checked his watch and whispered to me that she had another
date in 15 minutes but this guy had her for 30.  "I'll try and
stall the next one; you get this guy to cum faster and get him
out.  She really put us behind today!" he grumbled.

"And how do you think I'm supposed to do that?"

"I don't care; just do something to make him cum as soon as
possible.  Text me when he's done."  I nodded and watched him
leave.  Heather was sitting on the bed with the big man, who I
later found out was named Walter, touching her exposed leg.  She
was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt and he had his hand on her
thigh.

"Heather, why don't you show the nice man what he's paying for,"
I said encouraging her to undress.  She simply looked my way with
her eyes semi-closed and a dazed look.  "Take your clothes off,"
I said making it clear what I wanted her to do.  She stood and
the man helped her undress, pulling the shirt over her head and
knocking her glasses to the floor.

She bent over to feel for them but I told her to leave them. 
He'll enjoy fucking her more without them on.  Turning her to
face me, he unclasped her training bra, sliding it down her arms
and tossing it to the side.  Her little wannabe tits were
pointing straight at me and I licked my lips.  He turned her and
sucked the closest one into this mouth before trading off.

She stood there while he struggled to get her undersized shorts
down, not taking his mouth from her nipple in the process.  Her
panties came down in the same motion and she was suddenly naked
looking straight ahead, glossy-eyed and giggling.  That seemed to
make him feel better as he made a comment to us once we got into
the room about how young she was.  Now that he saw she was okay
with what was about to happen, his concerns left.

I glanced at my watch.  It was 3:36 and her next trick was due
here in nine minutes.  "Heather, why don't you do the same thing
for your date, undress him," I suggested and he smiled, liking
the idea.  Either she didn't hear me or was too stoned to
understand and simply stood there like some dumb cow, not moving.

He stood, dwarfing her by his size and began to unbutton his
shirt.  He was down to his tank top and boxers before she got
into helping him.  He had some serious wood poking out down the
leg and I couldn't help but wonder if this guy was for real. 
When he dropped his shorts, it left no doubt it was all real.

Even I was impressed with this guy's size and a flash back of
Hector's giant cock came to mind.  One thing different is I'm
sure this guy's cock is thicker, about the same length, but
wider.  Either way, she was going to be feeling this monster for
a long time.

Sitting on the bed, he pulled her down with him and began kissing
her, pressing his lips hard against hers.  He quickly jerked
back, bringing his finger to his lip and pulled it back with a
little blood on it.  We've got to get those damn braces off of
her.  She just sat there oblivious to what just happened.

"Bite my nipples," he instructed, lying back with his hands
behind his head.  "Really bite them hard, it makes me harder when
my nipples are played with."  She didn't move so he pulled her
face closer to his chest, grinding her mouth against his nipple.
She began nibbling on it, careful not to nick him with her
braces, but he was having none of that.

"Harder, really make them hurt!"  It was hard to see with her
body blocking my view, but she must have been doing something
right because he started moaning `yessss'.  I could see his cock
standing firmer, jerking every once in a while as she bit each of
his nipples.  "Pinch the one you're not biting," he instructed.

I was only sitting about 10 feet away and could see the trail of
pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock and pooling along the
base, wetting his pubic hair.  "Harder, bite it harder," he
whispered just before grunting.  Man, this guy's a pain freak or
something.  I glanced at my watch.  3:51. He needs to get this
moving.

Getting up, I approached them, leaning over her to whisper in her
ear.  "Get on top of him, fuck him really good."  She lifted her
face from his chest and I had to do a double take.  Her mouth and
chin was coated in blood and both of his nipples were bleeding. 
It reminded me of a cheesy vampire movie where the victim was
drained of blood.

His eyes were closed with a huge smile on his face.  "Get on
him," I repeated, slapping her ass.  Moving around, she hovered
over his hips and grasped the bat-sized cock, rubbing it along
her crack.  It looked even larger compared to her small size. 
She was dry and the tip wouldn't even enter her.

"Get my pants," he said motioning with his hand.  Reaching down I
handed them to him and watched as he fished out a bottle of
Astroglide.  He saw me watching and smiled.  "When you're my
size, you've got to be prepared," he said pouring a generous
amount on his cock and using his fingers to coat her labia and
vagina.  Holding his erection upward with one hand, he eased her
down with the other.  She had her hands on his stomach for
support and made meowing sounds as his huge dick split her open.

Crimson saliva dripped from her mouth and he was still bleeding
from both nipples as lines of blood ran along the sides to stain
the sheets.  He began thrusting upward, moving faster every few
seconds, throwing her to and fro as if she was riding a rodeo
bull.  Her feet were on the bed next to his hips, her bony legs
bent and facing him and her hands held tightly to his spare tire
just under his rib cage.

"Bite me some more," came a breathy grunt as one hand went behind
her neck and pulled her face closer to his chest.  It didn't take
him much longer, maybe thirty seconds after she began biting him
that he moaned loudly and thrust his hips upward, raising his
legs, ass and lower back completely off of the bed.  He held that
position for what seemed like two minutes while he made all sorts
of strange noises.

Heather was holding on for dear life as the steep angle shifted
her body forward almost throwing her off of him.  I wasn't sure
how deep he was inside of her, but it looked like he made it all
the way to her stomach.  Slowly he relaxed, lowering his butt to
the bed while she just lay on top of him while he panted.

Her cheek was on his left nipple; her hair spread over his chest
and covered part of his face.  She was softly moaning and he was
grunting, making a weird sound between them.  I reached over and
slapped her on the ass.

"Okay, the ride's over.  Time for the next rider."

"WAIT!" he said wrapping his arms around her back.  "Let her stay
like this just a little longer.  She feels really good."  I
looked at my watch.  4:04. He did pay for 30 minutes so it's only
fair to let him keep her that long.  But the next guy has been
waiting for about 20 minutes already.  They groaned at the same
time as his softened cock slipped from her stretched hole.

"She's got another appointment," I said slapping her butt once
again.  He grumbled but released her as I rolled her off of him
onto her back.  Her legs splayed opened and she had this
dumbfounded expression on her face and his cream-colored sperm
was dripping slowly from her reddened slit.  He got up, heading
toward the bathroom.

Blood was smeared on her face, her braces were coated red and her
hair was tinted with splotches of burgundy.  There's not time to
wash her right now so I'll have to wait for him to finish before
grabbing a rag.  My phone began vibrating.  It was a text from
Jimmy wondering what was taking so long.  I text him back that he
was finished, just cleaning up.

Walter was still putting on his shoes when the door suddenly
opened and Jimmy entered with an older black man.  All eyes went
to each other as the new comer seemed concerned that there were
two other men in the room.

"You're going to enjoy her," Walter said smiling at the black
man.  He gave a half smile before closing the door behind him. 
"Best piece of ass around.  I promise." he added standing to
leave.  I only had time to wipe the blood off of her face and
didn't get a chance yet to wipe her leaking pussy, but that
didn't matter to the new guy.  He wanted to fuck her in the ass
so cum in her pussy wasn't a problem.

Jimmy left with Walter making sure I knew to text him when he was
done.  Her next appointment was at 4:30 with another white guy
followed by a Mexican at 5.  At five thirty I was opening the
door for two middle-age white men who would have her for an hour
at her six o'clock was a black dude not much older than us.

She got a little break in order to eat a kid's meal from
McDonalds and do a few rocks of meth before it was back to work.
I don't know how Jimmy was able to find so many men one after the
other like that but everything was running smoothly.  As soon as
one finished, he was out in the parking lot with the next one
waiting.

Only once did he use the mask as none of the others seemed to
care what she looked like.  She was young, tight and was letting
them fuck her so it didn't matter.  Watching her getting fucked
like that had me so turned on I was about to explode just sitting
there.  She was my private porn show and I stayed hard for hours.

Her 9 o'clock trick finished faster than expected and was gone by
a quarter after.  I text Jimmy but he was still about 10 minutes
away with her next client.  I smiled.  At last some relief. 
Pulling her ass to the edge of the bed, I lowered my pants and
fell onto her, sinking my cock into her cum-filled hole.  She was
soupy and hot and felt great.  I was too charged up to last long
and was adding my sperm to the masses within about five minutes.

Pulling away, I tossed her back on the bed and watched as she
turned away onto her side.  I hardly had my zipper closed when
Jimmy and the next guy entered.  Taking my seat at the table, I
watched as he rolled her on her back and began undressing.  A
trickle of sperm was visible from her pussy and I made a mental
note to clean her again once this guy finished.

****

She slept most of the way home.  I knew she was exhausted with us
working her like a dog.  It was almost 2 am and Jimmy suggested
we hit one of the red-neck bars closing up to make a few more
bucks.  I looked in the back at the blob of human flesh passed
out in the back and told him that I was taking her home.

"She's had enough action for one day."

"Com'on man, the night's still young and there's plenty more
money to make."

"Maybe later.  Right now I think she needs some rest.  We don't
want to wear her out too soon."

"No problem there.  I got a back up plan when that happens."

"A back up plan?"

"Yea.  Diju see her little sister earlier?  Man that's a sweet
little cunt, don't you think?"

"Come on, Jimmy, she's just a kid."

"Hey, we all gotta grow up sometime.  I'll get the whore to
introduce the little honey to this," he said swinging the small
baggie of meth.  "And she'll be beggin' for cock in not time."

We drove the rest of the way in silence.  I wasn't sure if he was
serious about using her little sister or not, but with him, you
never can tell.  Pulling into the complex, I saw someone sitting
on the white Buick parked in their space.  "Who's that?" I asked
slowing down.

Jimmy squinted his eyes before a big smile broke his face.  "It's
the whore's daddy."  Pulling behind the car we got out just as he
hopped from the hood.  "Hello, Daddy," Jimmy said grinning. 
"We're home."  This guy just loves rubbing salt in the wound.

"Where's Heather?" he asked not able to see into the darkened
car.

"She's in here," Jimmy said opening the back door.  "Take her. 
We're done with the whore for now.  We'll get her tomorrow."  He
stepped closer and his mouth dropped opened.  We didn't bother
dressing her and she was splayed out, one leg on the floorboard
while the other rested against the back of the seat.  She was
passed out and her swollen pussy was oozing slime.

"Where's her clothes?" he asked turning to me.  I noticed his
eyes were blood shot and puffy and figured he'd been crying as he
didn't seem drunk.  He also had a nice shiner from where Jimmy
punched him.  Reaching into the front seat, I grabbed her clothes
and pushed them into his chest, minus her panties.  One of the
johns offered us $20 for them and we sold them to him.

Jimmy grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her hard, bringing her
ass to the edge of the seat.  "Take her or we'll drop her off at
the homeless shelter and let all the bums fuck her."  I smiled at
his hollow threat but then saw the seriousness on his face and
had to wonder.

Larry struggled to get her out of my car and ended up having to
hold her front to front with her head over his shoulder and her
legs hanging freely.  One hand supported her under her butt while
the other kept her chest pinned to his.  We watched as he fought
to carry down the sidewalk, dropping her clothes about midway. 
Looking at each other we smiled.

"We're gunna have a great business with that whore," Jimmy stated
getting back in the car.  I watched until he disappeared and
joined Jimmy to take him home.  "Here," he said handing me a wad
of money.  I shoved it in my pocket and didn't count it.  I'll
wait until later to see how much my little butter face earned for
me.

"How old do you think her brother is?" he asked as we turned down
his street.

"Huh?  I dunno.  Why?"

"I was thinking we could make this a family affair, you know get
them all involved.  There's a lotta guys out there who like young
boys.  Hell, they'll probably pay even more than the guys for
Heather."  I looked at him without responding.  This guy is too
much.

"What time should I pick you up?" I asked changing the subject.

"What time does she go to school?"

"She has to be there at 8, why?"

Pick me up at 7:45.  We'll have a little fun with her before
putting her ass to work."

"I've got school tomorrow too you know."

"You can miss a day, don't worry about it.  The money you'll make
will be worth it."  He opened his door and got out.  "7:45. Don't
be late.  We need to catch her before she gets to school `cause
we can't sign her out.  That's something else we need to talk to
her daddy about," he said shutting the door.  I watched him until
he went inside and pulled out the money he'd given me.  $610.
Damn, she did good tonight, considering we split the money 50-50.

Smiling I pushed it back into my pocket.  I'm not sharing this
money with the rest of the guys.  Fuck `em.  If they want money,
they'll have to earn it just like us.  I'll offer them the same
deal as Jimmy.  They get half of whatever she makes from the
tricks they find for her.  No johns, no money.  Putting the car
in reverse, I headed home thinking of all the money I'll be
making from this brainless whore.

~ end of part 6