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Ice Cream Girl

(Mg, oral, prost, ped)

by wetfly6969

A young girl living in a bad neighborhood ventures outside and
encounters a prostitute who discovers that the girl has a
marketable asset.

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"Daddy, what's that lady doing out there?"

"Emma, what have I told you about standing at that window.  Get
away from there right now!" her father shouted from the door way.

"I'm just looking," she said continuing her stare outside.  "What
is the lady doing?"

"She's no lady," he replied walking over to pull her away from
the plate glass window.

"She looks like a lady," she replied turning toward him.  "Why is
she standing there?"  Alan knew she wouldn't drop it until he
gave her an answer.  She's at the age where her inquiring mind
demanded resolution.  He looked out at the scantily dressed
woman, hardly out of her teens waving to the passing cars.

"She's, uh, waiting for her friend to pick her up," he said
ushering the girl back to the sofa.  "Now watch TV like a good
little girl," he added leaning over to kiss her forehead.  She
smiled and hugged his neck.

Alan returned to his room, dressing for work while Emma flipped
to another channel, often looking at the window to the world her
father refuses to allow her to see.  It's been three months since
they moved here and he never allows her outside without him. 
It's too dangerous, he always tells her.

"Mark," Alan called out opening the door to his son's room.  "I'm
going to work now, keep an eye on your sister," he spoke to deaf
ears.  "And turn that music down; we can't have the neighbors
complaining again!"

"But Dad, it's barely on.  I can hardly hear it now!" he called
out over the music.

"Just do it!  Why don't you ever use those headphones I got you
for Christmas?  They're wireless and you can walk all around with
them."

"They look dorky."

"Who's going to see?  You're home alone.  Either turn the music
down, or use the headphones.  Period!"

"Whatever," he mumbled reaching to the side of his bed.  Alan
shook his head.  Teenagers.  Why are they all so rebellious? 
Slipping the headphones on, he closed his eyes and continued
playing the air guitar, ignoring the man still standing at his
doorway.

Shutting the door, he knew he had to hurry or risk being late for
work.  He had 20 minutes to get there and it took about five
minutes to walk to the bus stop.  Entering the living room, he
saw his young daughter once again at the window.

"What did I just tell you, young lady?" he asked rushing to her.
He didn't want to frighten her with all the details of living in
the crime-ridden neighborhood, but she's got to learn she can't
be near the windows with the gang shoot outs which happen all the
time.

"Daddy, her friend is here," she said turning to smile at him. 
Standing behind her he glanced outside to see the young whore
getting into the front seat of a dark green car.

"Good, now you see, she's gone so there's nothing else to watch
except Sponge Bob," he said sweeping her off her feet, tickling
her stomach and dropping her on to the sofa.  "Stay put and
listen to your brother, okay?" he added kissing her again.

She watched as he hurried out and ran to the window to watch him
walking down the street.  She waved as he turned to see her but
frowned when he motioned for her to move away from the window. 
Going into the kitchen, she noticed he had forgotten his lunch
bag and knew that he'd be hungry and rushed out after him.

The bus had just left and she wasn't able to give it to him. 
Slowly she walked home, seeing all the strange people watching
her.  One man, her Daddy calls a bum, called out to her.  "You
gunna eat that?" he asked staring at the paper bag clutched in
her hand.  Looking at it and then to him she smiled, handing him
the sandwich.

She never saw anyone eating so fast before and he made weird
sounds while he ate.  She smiled thinking it was funny before
heading back home.  Turning the corner she noticed the green car
parked right in front of their apartment and the lady was getting
out.

"What's your name?" Emma asked looking up at the tall woman
adjusting her short dress.

"Rachael, why?"

"My name's Emma," she said smiling up at her.  "You're very
pretty."

"Why thank you, Emma, you're very pretty too," she replied
glancing around for another customer and afraid this little girl
would keep them away.  "I'll bet your Mommy's very worried about
you," she told her waving as an older model pickup across the
street blew his horn.

"I don't have a mommy," she said sorrowfully looking down. 
"Maybe you can be my Mommy!" she stated perking up.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your Mom, but I don't think I can be
your mommy," she said watching as the truck made a U turn and
slowly approached.  She's got to get rid of this kid before she
loses a date.  "Your Daddy's probably worried.  You should go
home."

"I am home.  I live right there," she said pointing at the
building with the tall steps.  "'Sides, my Daddy's not home.  He
went to work."  The truck kept moving, much to the despair of
Rachael.  She sighed.  "Was that your friend?" Emma asked
watching the truck leaving.

"Huh?"

"My Daddy said you're waiting for you friend to pick you up. 
That's why you stand here."

"Oh, I see.  Well, I guess you can say that.  But my friend won't
stop if you're standing with me so you're gunna have to leave
now, okay?"

Before she could reply, a dark blue sedan pulled up next to the
curb and lowered his window.  "How much?" the driver asked
bending down to see the taller woman.  She stooped down, leaning
against the car.

"Forty for a blow job."

"What if I want more?"

"I only do bjs.  Nothing else."

"What about the kid?"

"What?  What did you ask?"

"What's the price for the kid?  She's working too, right?"

Rachael looked down at the bubbly little girl still staring up at
her in admiration.  "I, um, I'm not..."

"I'll pay you double for the kid.  Just a blow job, nothing
else."

"Eighty dollars?"  Rachael stood and looked down at the small
girl.  She was young, but there's no reason why she couldn't suck
a cock.  It's not like he's going to hurt her and she'll be right
there to prevent something like that.  It *IS* $80.  Sometimes it
takes an hour or more for her to make that.

"What do you say?  Just a little suck job and I'll pay you $80."

"Lemme see the money first," she said turning her attention back
to the man, watching as he pulled several bills from his pocket.
Satisfied he could pay, she stooped over to be face to face with
the child.

"You like ice cream?" she asked watching the girl's face light
up.  What kid didn't?

"I *love* ice cream," she replied putting emphasis on it.

"How about I take you to get some ice cream?"  Her head nodded
rapidly, excited about the prospect.  "First I want you to do
something for me and my friend," she said turning toward the man
sitting in the car.

"What do I have to do?"

"I'll show you everything.  It'll be fun, you'll see," she added
opening the car door and steering the girl inside.

***

"GOD DAMN IT!" the man shouted pulling the dazed girl's head from
his lap.  "Fuckin' little whore got cum all over the front of my
pants!"  Emma was scared by the man's sudden outburst and sat up,
cum still dripping down the side of her mouth.

"Watch your fuckin' mouth," Rachael yelled back looking at the
young girl cowering against the opposite door.  "It's her first
time!"

"I don't care.  I didn't just pay $80 to have some stupid whore
drool sperm all over me!" he said looking around for something to
clean himself with.

"No, you paid $80 to have a young girl suck your dick.  The cum
is extra!" she replied standing.

She had been kneeling at his opened door, holding his cock with
one hand and guiding her speed and depth with the other.  The
jerk reclined his seat while little Emma was leaning over his lap
next to him, sucking until she got the unexpected mouthful. 
That's something Rachael didn't warn her about.  Maybe she should
have.

Walking around to the passenger side, she opened the door and
helped the confused young girl out.  They were only a block away
and would walk.  Slamming the door, the jerk started his car and
backed out, throwing loose gravel as he left.  "Asshole!" she
shouted watching him leave.

"I'm sorry about that, Honey," she said stooping down to wipe the
cum from her chin.  "I should have warned you about that."

"Why did he pee in my mouth?"

"He didn't pee, Honey.  It's called cum and you're supposed to
swallow it."

"SWALLOW IT!?!  Why?"

"Because you're supposed to.  It makes you grow up tall and
pretty."

"Like you?"

"Yea, just like me.  But you've got to learn to swallow it."

"It tastes funny.  Like medicine."

"In a way it's just like medicine and you know medicine is good
for you, right?  It might taste bad, but it's for your own good."

"I don't like the taste."

"You'll get used to it, trust me."  The two hugged and headed for
the entrance of the alley.

"Can we get ice cream now?" Emma asked.

Rachael smiled.  "Sure we can.  I think you've earned it."

Turning the corner she noticed the pickup parked a few spaces
away with a Spanish-looking man behind the wheel smiling.  His
windows were down and they could hear the Mariachi music playing.


"Hello Ladies," the man called out as they approached.  Rachael
smiled, going to the opened passenger window.  "Are you working?"
he asked grinning so wide his gums were showing.

"Maybe," she said not sure about this guy.

"How much for a fuck and suck?"

"I only do suck and it's $40."  The man waited several long
seconds before looking at Emma and smiling.

"She only sucks to and it's $80."

"EIGHTY?  What does she have a golden mouth or something?"

"She really young.  Do you want it or not?"

"I only got $60.  Can you both suck me for $60?"  She looked down
at the bewildered young girl smiling.

"What do you say we get a double scoop?" she asked.  Emma glanced
up, a smile creased her face.  "Pulling in there," she motioned
with her hand.  "We'll meet you there."  The pair watched as the
old truck disappeared around the corner.

"Sweetie, you've got to remember to swallow this time, okay?  You
don't want to make him mad."  The girl flinched at the thought. 
"Remember, it's like medicine."  She gave a slight smile to the
older woman and followed her into the alley.

The door was opened, Rachael again was kneeling outside, leaning
into the truck massaging the man's balls and stroking the part of
his cock that wasn't in Emma's mouth.  His hand was on the back
of her head trying to force his cock further into her mouth while
she sucked.  Rachael's hand wouldn't allow it to go very deep but
kept hearing the girl gagging every few seconds.

"OH FUCK!" the man cried out.  "I'm about to cummmmmmm!"

"Time for your medicine," she leaned over to whisper into Emma's
ear.  Seconds later she felt the man's cock twitching within her
palm, filling the girl's mouth with juice.  Rachael smiled
hearing the girl's gulping as she struggled to clear her throat
of the slime.

No one moved for several long minutes and Rachael felt the shaft
growing ever softer until it flopped from Emma's mouth and
drooped over her index finger.  The girl sat up, looking
disorientated but managed to swallow everything that he shot into
her mouth.

"Damn that was hot," the man said tucking his flaccid rod back
into his pants.

"Come on, Emma," Rachael said brushing her knees off.  "Let's get
some ice cream."

The couple walked across the street to the corner where the ice
cream shop was.  "I get all my ice cream here for free," she said
winking.

"For free?  How?"

"I know the owner very well," she said smiling.  The clinging
bell above the doorway startled her as they entered and she
looked up to watch it swinging until stopping.

"Hi, Abdul," she said sashaying toward the counter.

"Hello, Rachael," he replied giving a yellowed grin.  "Who's your
little friend?" he asked noticing the dirty blond young girl
standing next to her.

"This is Emma and she's earned a double scoop of ice cream."

"Earned a double scoop, huh?  What did you do to earn that?" he
asked being friendly leaning over the counter to see the small
child.

"I drank that stuff, what's it called again?" she asked looking
up at her new friend.

"It's your medicine, remember?"

"No not that word.  The other word.  Cum, right?"

The older Indian man quickly looked at Rachael and then down to
the small child.  "How old are you, little girl?" he asked.
Smiling she held up five fingers and waved her hand back and
forth.

"FIVE?  You're five-years-old?"  Looking at the whore who has
sucked his cock more times than he can remember he was stunned by
what he learned.  "You're not making this little girl suck, uh,
do what you do, are you?"

"She wanted to.  Even asked for it."

"What?  Are you serious?"  His gaze returned to the little girl
standing on the other side of the counter.  "Do you like doing,
um, what you did?"  Emma looked up at Rachael.

"Of course she does. She loves it.  That's why we're here, to get
her reward for doing such a good job, isn't it Honey?"  The girl
nodded.  "See, I told you."

"H...how much does she charge for this?"  Rachael smiled.

"Normally $80, but since you're such a good customer and you give
me free ice cream, she'll do it for $60."  Abdul could not
believe this.  A very young girl was offering to suck his cock
for $60.  Well, it wasn't the girl offering, but she wasn't
objecting.  Hitting a key on the register, the drawer shot open
and he removed three-twenty dollar bills, handing them to
Rachael.

"Go with my friend into the back.  He'll show you something and
you do what you did to the other two men, okay, Sweetie?"  She
nodded.  "Then we'll eat ice cream."

"A double scoop, remember?"

"Yea, a double scoop," she replied winking at the shopkeeper
watching as he locked the door and turned the closed sign around.

****

Waiting seemed to be the hardest and Rachael went behind the
counter to make herself an ice cream cone.  She was almost
finished eating it when they returned from the back room. "She
needs to practice," he grumbled going to unlock the door. 
Rachael looked at the girl, her eyes watery, her face red and
splashes of sperm on the front of her shirt.

"It's only her first day," she said popping the last of her cone
into her mouth.  "She'll get better."

"So you plan on using her again?" he asked adding the second
scoop of chocolate onto the first smiling at how the young girl's
face lit up.

"Fuck yea.  I made $200 in about an hour off of her.  That's half
of what I make on a good day when I'm out for hours.  At this
rate I'll be getting my operation a lot sooner than I thought."

"Operation?" Emma asked sitting at the table opposite of her. 
"Why do you need a operation?"

"I need to correct a problem, that's all."

"Are you going to die?"

"Yea, I think I'll just die if I don't have it."

"That's how my mommy died.  She had an operation."

"Sorry to hear that, kid," she said reaching over to wipe the
chocolate from her mouth.

"My mommy used to do that too," she said with a frown.  "I bet my
Daddy would like you, why don't you come to my house so you can
meet him?"

"I thought you said he was working."

"Oh, yea.  I forgot.  But my brother is home!"

"How old is your brother?"

"Fourteen."  She smiled.  He's just a few years younger than her.

"Is he cute?" she asked just wondering.

"EEEEEEeeewwwwwwwww, no, he's too mean."

"Brothers can be cute and mean, you know."

"I dunno.  Maybe I guess.  He stays mostly in his room."

"Well, I need to get you home before he starts worrying about you
so hurry up and finish that cone."  She nodded before crunching
on it.

"You know, Emma, you can't tell anyone about this, okay?  This
has to be our little secret.  If anyone finds out about it,
you'll never have ice cream ever again, okay?"  Emma looked at
her melting cone dripping chocolate down her hands and nodded. 
She loved ice cream and didn't want to risk never getting it
again.

Abdul watched from behind the counter as the young girl's tongue
slowly racked across the dark ice cream, making him think of her
doing that to his cock.  She's young but has a lot of potential.
He felt his cock flex as she enveloped the end with her lips and
slowly pulled it out, creating a peak.  He sighed wishing it was
his cock she was doing that to.

"Hey Rachael," Abdul called out as they were leaving.  "Will you
be back again tomorrow?"  She looked at the older, dark-skinned
man and nodded.  He's never asked her to return two days in a
row.  "Will she be with you?" he asked smiling at the girl.  She
looked down at her and then back.

"Do you want her back?"

"Yes, very much.  And I was wondering.  If I had someone else
here, would she be able to do both of us for $100?"

Smiling she returned her stare to the innocent young child she
recently met and nodded.  "Yea, I think we can work out a
discount for you and your friends."  Leaving, both smiled at how
fortunate they were to have found the young girl.

~ end of part 1

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