Butter Face, Part 7 by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~~~ "Man, that's like totally unfair!" Dale blurted out over the murmurings of the others. I hadn't seen them in two days as Jimmy and I have been really busy getting Heather's career started. She's been pumping cock for almost two solid days, and Jimmy kept her going with her pipe every once in a while. She didn't seem to mind the steady stream of strangers using her body to get off in just as long as she got her reward. "What do you mean it's not fair?" I yelled back having to be louder as the guys were getting noisier. "It's perfectly fair!" "We all agreed to share everything. The pussy, the good times and the money. Now you want to hold out on us?" Jessie chimed in jumping to sit on the hood of Dale's car. I called a meeting in the parking lot outside of school and all showed up except for Chris who missed today. "The pussy's still there, she's just been too busy to accommodate any of us. Hell, I have to get what I can when I can. She started working yesterday morning at 9 am and we didn't drop her skanky ass off at home `til after 3 in the fucking morning! She was ridden hard and put up wet, let me tell you." "Where's or share of the money then?" Chuck asked. "I just told you fools, you don't get any unless you produce." "That's bullshit, man," Jessie replied still angry about losing out on his share of the money. "The deal for you is the same for Jimmy. You find a trick; bring him to where ever she is and you get half of what he pays for her." "Who gets the other half?" Will blurted out. "I do." That angered the group once again. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled. "She's my girlfriend, I set this whole thing up and I'm the one babysitting her while she's getting banged. Who better should get it?" "I think we should keep all the money for ourselves," Dale urged to the cheers of the others. "Fuck you, that ain't gunna happen. I'm tired of debating this shit. Either you want in or not. You know the deal. If you're in, let me see your hand. If you're not, you can start walking now `cause your outta the gang." "You ain't right, Troy," I heard someone mumble but wasn't sure who it was. I ignored him. "Alright, let's see those hands. Who wants to ride the Heather train?" I watched as every hand rose except for Juan's. I looked at him and soon everyone was staring at him. "What's up, man?" I asked. "I still don't like it." "Well, if you don't like it, take a walk. No body's stopping you." "Come on, dude, raise your hand," Jason said slapping his shoulder. "It ain't gunna work. I can see that now," he said pushing Jason's hand away. "What are you talking about?" "She's one girl. There are 14 of us. How she gunna keep up with just us fucking her let alone if we pimp her out?" "You let me worry about that. You just find the tricks and she'll take care of the dicks." "Man you stay down in the ghetto projects where all those horny illegals live. You shouldn't have any problems finding a ton of guys wanting to fuck a young white girl," Bobby spoke for the first time since we met. A couple of guys voiced their agreement and he slowly raised his hand. "If it aint' working, I'm outta here," he added. I shook my head. One fewer guy isn't going to matter much in the scheme of things. It was Friday and I loaned Jimmy my car today to pick Heather up from school. I looked at my watch. It was almost 3 and her first date was schedule for 3. "Dale, let's go," I said walking around to the passenger side. Jessie and Chuck got in the back and the others began to scatter, each going a different way for a different reason. Texting Jimmy for the room number, we headed toward the Candlelight Inn just south of town. **** I had no idea what I was getting myself into. All weekend long my phone was buzzing like an electric shaver with the guys' texting me with johns. I had my scheduler out but couldn't enter the names quick enough before I got another text. Jimmy decided to get a second room as a "holding" area since it's only $29 a night for the rooms. She was getting fucked left and right with no end in sight but never complained. I thought it was funny that most guys avoided oral sex with her as it didn't take long before she'd nick them with the braces. Every few hours Jimmy would stop by to give her another hit of her drugs and she'd be re-energized. When you have 14 pimps all out looking for tricks, you're bound to have over bookings but I was able to keep that problem low. I couldn't believe some of the guys my crew was bringing over. They were really scraping the bottom of the barrel with a few of these men, but hell, if they had the cash, they'd get the ass. Being drugged out of her mind and not wearing her glasses, she probably had no idea the number of men who actually fucked her. As soon as she heard the door open, she spread her legs for whoever came in. It was late Saturday night when Jimmy broached the subject of using her little sister as well. "With two pussies we'll make twice as much and the johns won't have to wait so long to fuck one of them," he argued. I dismissed the idea again and said I wanted to see how hard we could push Heather before adding anyone else. He wasn't happy, but left to hit up a few bars. Most of the guys quit looking by about 10 o'clock, leaving Jimmy, Jessie, Dale, Chuck and Eddie still searching for tricks. Some were still sore about having to "make" the money and others were mad because they weren't able to fuck the club whore. I went into the next room to get the next customer and noticed seven men sitting in there waiting. My phone buzzed and I knew someone found another trick. "Who's next?" I asked not even sure how to keep track. One of the men got up and followed me next door. She was naked, semi-conscious, her back slightly arched with her arms stretched above her head waiting. He smiled and began undressing. I grabbed a cold beer and sat back to watch the show. *** We didn't even take her home that night and kept her in the room so that we could fuck her once all her customers were done. With six of us, we were able to keep her pumping until the sun started shining through the window. I was exhausted and the others began backing away to leave. Jimmy and I stayed in the room with her listening as she softly snored. He was laying perpendicular to her, his cock slowly sawing in and out of her sore pussy while she slept. She didn't even wake up as his thrusts increased in speed. I decided to crash on the floor as he was rocking the bed too much. It seems like I had just closed my eyes when my phone rang. It was Grant wanting to know what time we were getting started today as he was talking to someone right now about her. I looked at the two of them sleeping and debated on allowing her to rest or not. The debate wasn't long. "Bring him over now, she's ready." I said hanging up. I rose to wake them so that she would have time to clean up. It was only 7:46 in the morning and I knew she'd have another busy day. *** I wasn't sure what Larry told his wife about Heather but whatever it was, she didn't try to interfere with out business. Even when she was absent from home for days at a time. Some times we'd allow her to go to school but often we didn't. We made Larry put us on the contact list as people authorized to sign her out, as her older brothers. The first time we signed her out I though Jimmy was going to fuck everything up. The secretary asked why we were taking her out of school. "She's got an appointment," he told her. I was nervous already but he was making it worse. "A doctor?" she asked. "Yea, I guess he could be a doctor," he replied snidely. I was hoping she wouldn't get too suspicious. Fortunately she didn't and they handed us our little fuck doll just like that to make a few bucks. We were approaching our one month benchmark of having her as our whore and we were racking in money hand over fist. Watching her falling deeper into despair would have bothered some people, but not us, we loved the money too much, even at the expense of giving up pussy whenever we wanted. Twenty-eight straight days. That's how long we were able to push her without rest. Her only source of satisfaction was knowing if we were pleased with her performance, she was given her pipe and all the meth or crack she would smoke. We kept her high and she kept the money pouring in. A few of the guys started bragging about how much money they were making and how many tricks they were finding everyday which started a competition to see who could find the most number of johns. Everyone put up $20 at the start of the day and who ever "won" the contest that day got the bonus payout. It was an extra $240 for who ever won so the guys were busting their asses trying to win. Unfortunately for Heather, it was busting her ass too but in a different way. Our money train suddenly ended one day as she didn't show up for school. We went just before lunch time to sign her out as we had a nooner for her but she didn't go to school. I knew she was looking pretty ragged lately, but I didn't see why she couldn't still perform, after all, most of her job is to just lay there and get fucked. How hard is that? We went by their apartment and parked in their space, as their car was gone. No one came to the door as we pounded on it. I went around back to check out her room and noticed most of the curtains were gone. Looking inside, all of their furniture was gone as well. DAMN IT! That bastard took her from us! I could hear Jimmy's banging on the door echoing throughout the empty rooms and called him over. He was even more furious than I was and slammed his fist against the wall, busting his knuckles and spewing out a rant of curing that caused a few people walking near by to look at us. He flipped them the bird. "You boys need some help?" an older man wearing a jumpsuit called out. He had on a name tag with the complex's name on it so I knew that he worked here. "Mind your own fuckin' business, asshole!" Jimmy yelled out cradling his fist in his other hand. "Jimmy, shut up, let me handle this," I whispered walking toward the man. "We were looking for the Millers; do you know what happened to them?" "Yep, they moved out this morning." "Do you know where?" "Nope, told the manager they were moving out of state. Didn't give a new address though. Just packed everything and took off. I ain't seen anyone move out that fast before. Had a big moving truck and kept running back and forth loading their things. I think there was a death in the family or something and they needed to leave fast." I smiled and thanked "Brian" for the information and grabbed Jimmy's arm. "Let's go. It's over." "It fuckin' ain't over `til I say it's over!" "Jimmy they're gone. They took her. We don't know where they are and even if we did, they moved out of state. We can't get her back, give it up already!" He was pissed while I drove him home, still holding his injured hand. He's a real idiot. What exactly did it prove by smashing his fist into a brick wall? "What now?" I asked pulling into his drive way. He sat staring out the window for the longest time. I was about to tell him to get out as he was making me uncomfortable. "I'll figure something out." "You're not planning on trying to find her, are you?" "She can't hide from me. Once she knows that, she won't ever run away again. She should have told her father she wouldn't leave and came looking for me. I would have stopped him from taking her away." "You don't get it, do you? You're EXACTLY what he's trying to get her away from. It's going to take her a while to get clean and get her life back in order, if she ever does. We were pretty brutal on her you know." "She's just a whore, that's all. Who gives a fuck?" "Well, obviously her father did." He gave me a dirty look before getting out and slamming my door. He didn't look back and I wondered if that was the end of our friendship. The only bond keeping us together was just ripped from us and there really isn't anything more to be friends over. It was probably for the best. He's a psychopath anyway and not someone I want to hang around with for very long. I hid my money, well, what I hadn't spent, in a shoe box hidden in the void of my wall behind the access panel for the plumbing. Pulling it out and counted it once again. I already knew how much was there, but it makes me feel better knowing that I had almost eighteen thousand dollars at my disposal. All of it earned from the sweat and holes of an awkward, geeky, homely-looking middle-school whore and in less than a month. Smiling I returned it to my hiding place and picked up my phone to call the others. I knew they'd be equally disappointed at losing our cash cow, but there isn't anything any of us can do about it. She was building quite a clientele list and I'm sure many of them will miss her too. Lying in bed I thought of the first time I saw her standing by the bus bench and how turned off I was from seeing the skinny little girl. God did she surprise me. Surprised us all. Turning my light off I went to sleep. It was in the middle of the day but I didn't care. I was tired and felt depressed over losing Heather. I wasn't sure if it was because there would be no more money flowing in from her or if I actually had feelings for the little whore. One day she'll make someone a fine wife, but she'll have to deal with the repercussions of what we did to her. *** Sitting in the cafeteria with my core group I picked over the green beans on my plate. Who in the hell even likes these things? They keep forcing them on us but no one eats them. Jessie sat next to me with Dale, Chuck and Steve sitting across from us all talking about whatever and seemed to have forgotten all about Heather already. I mentioned her name and they chuckled. "Too bad she had to leave. I could use a blow job right about now," Dale said smiling. "Yea, if you don't mind your cock looking like shredded meat," Chuck replied punching his arm. We all laughed about that. Poor Heather and her braces. "Hey, who's that?" Steve asked looking toward the lunch line. We all turned to see a tiny girl with her back to us sliding her tray along the rails. She had long dark brown hair and wore some sort of sun dress. We watched her as she rounded the corner and we got a look at her profile, noticing she was Asian. "That must be the new exchange girl from Taiwan," Jessie said staring hard at her. "I think she's a freshman." "Oh yea, I heard about her," Steve added not taking his eyes away. The five of us watched as she held her tray scanning the crowded lunch room looking for someone she knew or at least some place to sit down. We all looked at each other and smile. "Whose turn is it?" ~ the end Let me know if you enjoyed this story at wetfly6969@aol.com