The Farmer's Granddaughter, Chapter 13

By wetfly6969

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As much as I didn't want to, I knew that I'd have to buy Annabel
some clothes.  What she had just wasn't sexy enough to promote my
new business.   Driving to the mall near the apartment I went
shopping.  I knew what I had in mind, something short, tight,
see-through and slutty but it wasn't as easy to find in her size
as I thought.   After over an hour of shopping, I chose a short
yellow body dress like the whores wears on rap videos, a black,
thigh-high skirt with tassels along the hem, a thin silk shirt, a
pair of nylon shorts about two sizes too small complete with a
translucent white tube top.  It set me back almost $200 but she
should look smoking hot in these.  Heading out I stumbled across
a Victoria's Secret store and the front window display mannequin
caught my eye.

In the beginning I decided that she wouldn't wear underwear, this
outfit was kickass and just seeing it on the display gave me a
hard-on.  I had to have it.  The blood-red lace, two-piece
crotchless outfit reveled much more than it covered and I
couldn't wait for her to try it on.  Even though I didn't have
much experience in sexy lingerie, I knew what I liked and I
definitely liked this.  One hundred and forty dollars later I was
heading out the door after the sales girl convinced me to buy a
pair of red, four inch stilettos.

Sitting in my car I began to get buyer's remorse.  My funds were
running low and I was down to only about a quarter of what I
needed for my tuition. These clothes and paying off Eric took
half of my money and I was starting to panic.  Gritting my teeth
I adjusted the rear-view mirror to see my reflection.

"It had to be done," I told the face staring back at me from the
rearview mirror trying to reassure myself.  "If I didn't pay off
Eric there'd be no way he'd let me move back in.  Besides I
needed to flash him a lot of cash to convince him to jump on the
band-wagon.  I didn't really have a plan for Johnny and Tony, but
I'm sure when I have Annabel with me it will be a lot easier to
influence them.  Drink a few beers, smoke some pot and have
Annabel strut around in one of her new slutty outfits and it will
be like taking candy from a baby.  I smiled at the thought.

Two minutes after five I started my car I turned onto the
interstate, making my way southward toward the motel.  "That
little whore better had made me some more money," I told my
reflection with a smirk.  I was still counting on my dad to come
through for me and pay me what he owes but somehow I knew that he
wouldn't.  At least not all of it but even if it's only half, it
will take away a lot of my headache.  I still can't believe he's
doing this shit to me again!

An hour later I was pulling into the parking lot of the motel,
finding an empty stall right in front of the office.  The sign in
the office window indicated they would be back `in thirty
minutes' and the door was locked.  I found it odd as this would
be the most likely time that someone would need a room.  Six
o'clock on a Friday night.  Making my way down the corridor I
stopped just outside our room as I heard one loud grunt coming
from inside.  I smiled.  She's still pumping cock and still
making me money.

Not wanting to disturb whoever was fucking her I slowly inserted
the key and eased the door open.  Annabel was still on the bed
but instead of another paying customer, Carl and Duane were
fucking her.  Well Carl was fucking her and Duane was feeding her
his cock.  I shut the door a little harder than necessary to get
their attention.

"Where are all the customers?" I called out approaching the bed.
"The *paying* customers! I thought you knew more guys not in the
rodeo."  Carl stopped mid-stroke to look up at me.

"I called everyone I know.  Either they're with their wives, out
of town or have other plans.  Only one other guy showed up and he
left about twenty minutes ago."  I stared at him for about a
minute for some reason.  Perhaps trying to determine if he's
lying or not.  Silently I went into the bathroom while they
resumed fucking her.  The crack and Ecstasy were gone.  Good
girl. Slipping another rock into the drawer I returned to the
room and turned on the TV.  There had to be something worth
watching in this shit-hole little town.

Within thirty minutes both men had busted a nut inside of her and
were panting on the bed on either side of Annabel.  Carl noticed
that I was staring intensely at them.

"What?" he asked confused at my powerful look.

"Where's my money?"

"Damn man, you never give up, do you?"

"No I don't.  I've got a reason for that money and I need it." 
Sighing loudly he flopped out of bed, reaching for his pants
crumpled on the floor.  Rifling through a few pockets he pulled
out a stack of wadded up bills and dropped them on the table.

"That's all of it, including my share," he said snidely draping
his pants over the chair across from me, causing a handful of
change to tumble out to clang loudly as they hit the floor. 
Movement beyond Carl caught my attention as Duane rolled over on
top of Annabel.

"How many times has he fucked her?" I asked glancing up at Carl.

"Come on, man, give him a break.  He fuckin' covered the desk
from me all day.  Let him have a little fun!"

"Relax, man.  It was just a question," said sorting out the bills
into various denominations.  Fortunately there were mostly
twenties and not a lot of small bills.  It's easier to carry
around that way.  As I began counting, Duane was picking up the
pace and really going at her.  She was lying there unemotionally
as he repetitively jabbed his cock into her sloppy gash.  She was
simply supplying a warm, wet hole for him to use and nothing
else.  She was there physically, but that was all.  Any other
part of her being was a million miles away.

I'll have to work on that.  I'm sure I can get plenty of guys to
fuck her once because of her looks and her age, but will they
want to have her again?  I wouldn't think so, not the way she's
acting and that will affect my long-term business.  I need repeat
customers and word-of-mouth advertising on how much of a sex
freak she is to get the money flowing in on regular bases.

I resumed counting and smiled as I broke a thousand dollars.  The
moron actually managed to make me another thousand and fifty
dollars while I was gone.  Not too bad.  Add that to what he set
up before I left and it was a good day's work.  I smiled at him
for the first time since I returned.

"Not too shabby," I said counting out two hundred and twenty
dollars.  "Here's your share," I said handing him the money.  I
was really hoping that he didn't rip me off because I'd have to
really fuck him up if he did.  He took the money, staring at it
for a few seconds.  "What's wrong?"

"Doesn't seem like a lot of money for everything that I did."

"What do you want, Carl?"

"I was thinking maybe another two hundred."

"Are you fucking crazy?  I'm not giving you that much money!" I
shouted, causing Duane to stop his stroking to look our way.

"Why not?  How much money would you have if it wasn't for me? 
Huh?  Not this much," he said pushing the money, causing a few
bills to fall onto the floor.  I felt my jaw tighten.  This
asshole is really asking for it.  I stood up, towering over him."

"You knew the agreement up front, Carl and that's what we agreed
to.  I'm not changing the deal, understand?"  He took a step
backward, realizing how angry I had become.

"Look, man, I'm not trying to pull anything here; I'm just saying
I wanted my fair share!"

"You got it.  Two hundred and twenty dollars.  Ten buck each.
That's fair."

"Fair for you, but not for me."  I relaxed my fist.  I might need
him later.

"Here," I said picking up the money that had been knocked to the
floor.  "Here's another forty dollars.  That makes two hundred
and sixty.  Are you happy now?" I asked scooping up the remaining
money.  He mumbled something under his breath but didn't say it
loud enough for me to hear.  Flopping on the chair opposite of
mine he leaned back, looking my way.

"What?" I asked getting very annoyed by him.

"Are you going to St. Charles?"

"Huh?  What are you talking about?"

"The rodeo.  Are you going up there for the rodeo?"

"No offense, Carl, but I've seen enough cowboy shit to last me a
life time."

"What about the money?"

"What money?"

"There's a lotta guys up there from out of town and most have
been away from home for the entire week.  I'm sure a sweet young
thing like her would be very popular.  You could easily make what
you need over there."  I had to admit the prospect was
intriguing.

"How do you suggest I do that?  I don't know anyone from the
rodeo and I don't have the time to go make new friends."

"Like I told you, I know a lotta guys from the rodeo and I have a
lotta connections.  For a price I could ask around and maybe talk
to a couple of guys and you know, work out a deal like we had,"
he said grinning.  If it wasn't for the fact that I needed the
money so badly, I would have reached across the table and
bitch-slapped him just because he's so fucking annoying.

I thought about it for a moment, just as Duane was pumping into
her like a locomotive steaming downhill through the mountains.

"What do you propose?"

"Well I was thinking that I could set it all up for you.  I'll
call one of my buddies that have worked a while in the rodeo.  He
knows a lotta people too.  Hell, he probably knows more people
than I do.  You'd have to get the motel room, but rooms `round
there are cheap enough.  Try to get one as close to the rodeo as
possible, if there's any left.  My friend can help you find a
good one.  One that won't ask a lotta questions when a buncha
guys keep showing up to the room all night long."

"And this service comes at a cost, I assume."

"I think another two-sixty is fair.  You'll make a ton of money
up there so it'll be worth it."  Turning I watched as his
brother-in-law rolled over, freeing Annabel from her fleshy
restraint.

"I think one hundred is fair.  All you're doing is making a phone
call."

"Not just any phone call.  You have to know who to call.  Let's
see how much business you can get without my help," he said
sarcastically.  "It's worth what I'm asking."

"One-fifty."

"Two hundred and that's my lowest offer.  Any less than that and
you're on your own."  We had a stare-down for at least a minute.
This guy is really starting to piss me off!  I had just over two
grand on me and if I gave him another two hundred, that wouldn't
leave me with much more than what I had when I got here.  Damn
it!  He is right, though.  I could make a killing off the clowns
and I would need his help to pull it off.  Counting out two
hundred in the smallest bills I had I threw them onto the table.

"Make the call."

Annabel remained on her back, her legs slightly parted as the two
men dressed to leave.  The TV softly played in the back ground
and I watched as her flat stomach rose and fell with every
breath.  I remained in my seat until they left and approached
her, standing beside the bed.

Her skin was clammy; her hair plastered to her skin and her pussy
was swollen and fiery red.  I had never seen hole look like that
before.  I guess an all day fuck-a-thon will do a number on a
girl's pussy.  Reaching down to her I brushed her sweaty hair
away from her face.  She looked like hell.

"Here," I said pulling out another rock and dropping it on the
bed next to her.  Without looking she felt around until she found
it.  Her pipe was still in the bathroom so I instructed her to
get it. "There's another in the drawer if you need it," I added
watching as she slowly got out of bed, stumbling backward as she
lost her balance.  I smiled seeing the globs of goo flowed from
her abused hole like a thick milky syrup running down her thin
white legs.

Turning away she hobbled around the foot of the bed showing her
ass and I smiled noticing how much cum was caked between the
cheeks.  She didn't even flinch as the slime between her thighs
dripped to the floor.  She's come a long way but will need to
learn to enjoy it more.  Or at least pretend to enjoy it.  I
watched as a long, thick snot of cum slipped from her ass,
quivering like a leaf in the breeze as it attached itself to the
back of her right knee as she headed off.

 "And clean your fuck-holes while you're in there!" I called
after her as she disappeared through the doorsill.  Sitting on
the bed I smiled and leaned back onto my elbows right into a huge
wet spot.

 "DAMN IT!"  The bed was cum-soaked!  There was no way I'd be
able to sleep in this bed tonight.  Thirty loads of cum was
pumped into her body today and most of that shit leaked out onto
the bed.  It will take days to dry out and the thought of lying
in someone else's spunk turned my stomach.  We'll need to get a
room somewhere else.  Getting up I sat at the table.

While Annabel was cleaning up and getting fucked up with her
crack, the room phone rang.  It was Carl.

"It's all set up," he said before I could even answer.  "His name
is Vern and I'll give you his cell number, gotta pen?"

"What exactly is set up?"

"I told him the deal and he's all for it, but he wants twenty
dollars each."

"TWENTY DOLLARS!?!?  Are you fricken' insane?"

"That's what he said.  Trust me man, you'll make a ton of money,
a lot more over there than here.  He can easily get you a lot
more guys than I ever I could.  He's right there where the action
is too.  He'll reserve a room at the St. Charles Inn about a half
a mile from the rodeo and a lotta the guys are staying there.  It
will also be close enough for the guys who aren't staying there
to go and fuck `er."

"Twenty is too much.  I've got over head you know, plus I need to
make at least three grand more by Monday."

"You'll have all weekend so that won't be a problem."  I didn't
like the fact that Annabel would only make me fifty dollars a
fuck, which was just too little.

"The price just went up to eighty dollars for fifteen minutes," I
told him thinking that I'd still make a profit of sixty dollars
each after paying Vern.  If there are as many cowboys and patrons
as Carl claims are at the rodeo, then I should still do fine.

"I'll tell him that," he said pausing for a moment.  "The rodeo
ends at 10:30 so if you want to start tonight, you'll need to be
there by ten."  I looked at the clock.  A quarter until 7.  Three
hours to kill.

He gave me the address and phone number before hanging up.  I sat
in the chair near the door shaking my head.  "Twenty dollars!" I
mumbled to myself running my fingers through my hair. It can be
done, I know it can. I have about two and a half days to make
three grand.  Even sleeping for six hours per day and a couple of
hours off to eat and rest, that still gives me over forty hours
of fuck time.  Just doing two johns an hour should do the trick.
I smiled.  Of course she'll earn me a lot more than that.

I called Annabel into the room.  We needed to talk.  Naked she
stumbled in, her eyes bloodshot and so dilated I could hardly see
the blueness.  She had a dazed expression on her face as she
stood weaving from side to side at the foot of the bed.

"Sit," I said pulling out the chair near me.  "I need to talk to
you."

"What's wrong?" she asked sitting where I instructed.  I took her
hand, pulling it to my lap to hold it.

"I bought something for you," I said pulling out the shopping
bags.  One by one I removed the garments, having her hold them
while I fished out another.  Soon she had a stack of new clothes
sitting on the table in front of her.  I don't think she ever had
new clothes before as she simply sat there staring at them.

"Do you like them?"

"I guess."

"I bought those with my own money so you'll have to pay me back,"
I said dropping the bags on the floor.  She didn't respond.

"Annabel you remember what I said about us needing a lot of money
to start our new life together?"  She nodded.  "We don't have
nearly enough.  I won't be able to get us an apartment or pay for
my school or anything like we planned.  I want only the best for
my girl and my baby and I feel bad that I can't get it for you."

That's okay, Jake, as long as got each other it's alright."

"No it's not, Babe. You're my family now and I feel like shit
that I can't provide for you like I'm supposed to."

"Don't worry `bout it Jake, we can always go back and live on the
farm."

"Annabel please don't ever say that again.  I'm *not* going back
to that hell-hole so don't mention it to me ever again, okay?"  I
had to fight to control my temper.  She looked down nodding.  "I
think if we have one good weekend we'll have enough money to get
our own place and my dad said he'd pay me what he owes me on
Monday so that will really help."  I took her hand, squeezing it
gently.

"I really need you, Baby Girl.  More than ever now.  This is very
important for me.  For us.  And the baby.  Without you I can't do
it."

"Whatcha want me to do, Jake?"

"Answer me this, Annabel.  Why do you think men are willing to
pay money to fuck you?"  She got a puzzled expression on her
face.  Finally she shrugged her shoulder.  "It's because you're
so beautiful and you make them feel good.  Do you like making
people feel good?" I asked waiting a few seconds for a response?
"Well?"

"I guess so."

"The problem is, Annabel, you're just lying there like a stump. 
You've got to move around more, remember that I told you that? 
Don't let them do all the work or they won't feel as good.  And
moaning is very important.  It lets the guys know you're enjoying
what they're doing to you."

"What if I ain't"

"What do you mean?"  I asked playing dumb.

"What if I don't like them doin' that stuff to me?"  I smiled at
her as I pulled my chain next to her to put my arm around her
shoulder.  I could still smell the stench of the other men
radiating from her skin like the heat from a hot asphalt road. 
As much as I didn't want to smell it, I had to endure it for the
moment.

"Do you love me?  And the baby?"

"You know I do," she said smiling up at me for the first time in
hours."

"Don't you want what's best for us, and the baby?"  I knew that
country girls were raised a little differently than city girls
and possessed a strong maternal instinct.  By keeping the baby
fresh in her mind she'd be more willing to do what is necessary
for me to get what I want.

"We need money, Annabel, a *LOT* of money and this is the only
way we can get it.  Do you understand?  Nothing else we can do
will give us the amount of money we need by Monday.  It will only
be for a while, Babe, just until we get on our feet.  After that
I'll take care of you just like I promised," I said kissing the
top of her head.  I've seen all the cocks she's had inside of her
mouth and I wasn't going to kiss her on the lips.

"Can you do that?  Can you help make our family stronger?"  She
remained quiet for a while before shrugging.

"I'm really sore down there," she said motioning between her legs
with her eyes. "Can I stop for a while?"

"We can't stop now, Babe, now is the time.  You've got to strike
while the iron is hot and believe me; it's smoking hot right now.
 If we pass up this chance another one like this won't come for a
while."

"Isn't there another way, Jake?  I don't like doin' it."

"I wish there was but I'm afraid there's not." If we don't take
advantage of this opportunity we'll be flat broke, living on the
street and begging people for spare change in front of Wal-mart.
Is that what you want?  Is that how you want to bring out baby
into the world?  Living in the back of my car?  Because that's
exactly where we'll be, Annabel.  Think about me and the baby for
once why don't you!  You're very selfish, you know that? 
Complaining about a little discomfort like some sissy little
school girl who fell and scrapped her knee.  You need to fucking
grow up!" I said standing quickly and pushing my chair away,
causing it to tip over backwards.  She jumped from the crash.

"Don't be mad, Jake," she begged, cowering in her chair looking
down at the carpet.

"I'm not mad, Annabel, I'm disappointed.  Disappointed because
you're putting yourself before me and the baby.  What kind of
mother will you be, huh?  I thought you were special.  I thought
we could be happy together.  I thought we could make a life
together."

"We can, Jake, I'm sorry, I didn't mean nuttin' by it.  I'll do
better, I promise," she said as her shiny blue eyes welled with
tears.  I stood towering over her, my arms folded in front of my
chest and trying my best to suppress a smile.  I had her.

"This is the time I really need you, Babe.  *WE* need you," I
said taking her hand and placing it over her stomach. "Are you
sure you're willing to do whatever it takes for us to be a
family?   "I guess so," she said as her lip curled into a tiny
smile.  "But it's only for a little while, right?"

"Of course, Sweet Cheeks, just until we enough money.  After
that, you can take it easy because I'll take care of you."

"You promise?" she asked turning her seemingly glowing eyes
upward.

"I promise.  You'll just have to do it until I make enough money
and then you won't have to do that ever again," I said smiling. 
She returned the smile.

"Can I rest for the night?"  Stooping I leaning closer.

"We have a chance to make all the money we need in St. Charles
but it's only for tonight and tomorrow night.  There's a rodeo
going on and the last day is Sunday.  We can't afford to wait one
night.  If you pull this off then my Sunday night we'll be on
easy street and then you can rest.  Just give me until then,
okay?  Can you do that?"  She nodded not making eye contact with
me.

"When do we go?"

"We'll have to be there by 10."

"I don't gotta do nuttin' first do I?  I mean I can rest now,
right?"

"Sure you can.  We have about three hours to recharge your
batteries.  Just take it easy and rest that sweet little pussy of
yours.  That should be enough time, don't you think?" I asked,
extending my hand to her.  "Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"You haven't eaten all day and you need to keep your strength up,
you've got a very busy weekend ahead."

"Jake, I..."

"What is it, Baby Girl?" I asked stooping again to kiss her
belly.

"Nothing."

"Get dressed I'm taking you to dinner.  I know you've had a lot
of meat today but how does steak sound?  I'm really starved."

~~~

I had to admit that yellow body dress looked great on her.  Fit
her like a glove and the four-inch stilettos shoes really
accentuated her `fuck me' look.  With her hair teased, make-up
thick and several squirts of perfume to mask the smell of sex,
she was ready for a night on the town.  I chose a popular steak
house nearby, sitting near the door to keep an eye out for
trouble.  I grew up in a small town and know firsthand that
everyone knows everyone's business.

I assumed with the rodeo less than an hour away that most of the
patrons were there as the place was dead.  Besides us the only
other customers were two families, a couple on a date and three
single men drinking at the bar.  I smiled at the trio as they
taunted one another over some game they were watching on the big
screen TV in the corner.  I ordered a steak for me with all the
fixings and ordered a burger from the kids menu for her.  She
said that she wasn't hungry and it would save me a few bucks. 
Even before our food arrived I noticed the men sitting at the bar
kept stealing glances our way.  I knew they were checking out
Annabel and smiled.

As we ate I kept an eye on them, keeping count as they turned to
see her time after time.  Twenty-one times either one or all
three turned our way throughout dinner.  Annabel hardly ate a
thing, taking only a bite of her burger and spent the rest of the
time pushing the fries around on her plate while I ate.  She did
finish two full glasses of Coke, which seemed to fill her up.

"I'm going to the bathroom, make yourself look sexy," I said
sliding out from the booth.  She hardly looked up as her battered
fry finally snapped under the pressure.  Passing the men I
smirked, knowing what they were thinking.  Just before reaching
the restroom I turned to see all three staring toward Annabel. 
Time to make a few bucks.  I caught myself whistling while I peed
thinking of all the money that will be rolling in soon.

Returning to the restaurant I sat on the empty stool next to the
guy closest to the restrooms.  They were too concerned with
staring at Annabel to notice that I had joined them.

"Beautiful, huh?" I said making the man next to me jerk with a
start.

"Uh, I was, um, just looking out into the parking lot," he
bumbled, nervous about being caught and hoping that I'd believe
him.

"Don't worry, man, it's no big deal.  She's really hot, trust
me," I added with a wink.  "You interested in a little alone time
with her?"  The three of them stared at me as if I had just
farted in church.

"Alone time?  What do you mean?" the grey-haired man sitting in
the middle asked.

"Come on, man, you know what I mean.  She's a sweet young thing
looking to make some fast cash.  If you guys got the money, she's
got the time."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" the man with the
thick glasses sitting the farthest away asked.

"Are you her pimp?" the middle man added.

"Yes to both questions," I said leaning closer.

"How much are we talking?" the man closest to me asked.

"Normally it's two hundred for half an hour but for five hundred
she'll do all three of you for an hour," I said smiling.

"FIVE HUNDRED!" the end man exclaimed loudly, causing a few
people to look our way, including the bartender.

"I don't have that much money," the middle man explained,
glancing one more time over his shoulder toward Annabel.  "But
I'd be interested if it was cheaper."

Damn cheap bastards!  How often does an opportunity come by where
you can fuck a beautiful thirteen-year-old girl?  Not many I'm
sure.

"What if we don't need a whole hour?" the end man asked.

I looked toward Annabel who was staring down at her plate as if
expecting some great revelation.  We had a couple of hours to
kill before meeting Carl's friend in St. Charles.  Returning my
attention to the men, all three were turned away again, looking
toward Annabel.

"Look, we need the money and she's got some time to spare so I'll
tell you what I'll do.  You can fuck her for twenty minutes for a
hundred dollars each.  One at a time or all three together I
don't care but you'll have a total of an hour to bust a nut." 
They leaned closer to each other whisper as they discussed the
situation.  "That's the best I can do."

Seconds later they began pulling money out of their pockets and
wallets, tossing it onto the counter in front of the center man.
I glanced around to see if anyone was watching only noticing the
bartender looking our way.  The middle man counted the bills,
causing me to become uncomfortable.  I couldn't believe they were
doing this out in the open!

"Two hundred and forty-one dollars," the announced as if calling
out a bingo number.

"Look, I already said three hundred and not a penny less.  If you
don't want to fuck the hottest girl ever to grace this piss-ant
town, then I'll find someone else!"

"Look, don't get excited, I'll get more money," the man sitting
closest to me said waving his hand to the barkeep.  From behind
the bar the man approached, glaring at me with a snarl.  "Close
out our tab and gimme an extra eighty dollars," he instructed
dropping a credit card on the counter.  The bartender gave me one
last sneer before walking away, returning with four twenties and
a receipt to be signed.

I watched as the man scribbled something on the paper before
handing the pen, receipt and a twenty dollar bill to the
bartender with a smile.  "This is for you," he added while
putting his credit card away. Dropping the other three twenties
onto the pile of money he turned to face me patting my shoulder
with a smile.

"Let's go meet that little honey of yours," he said standing. 
The other two quickly followed his lead rising and waiting as I
remained seated staring at the pile of money on the counter. 
Damn three hundred dollars just like that!  "You comin'?" he
added noticing my hesitation.

"Yea, let's do this," I said scooping the cash from right under
the nosy barkeeper's snarl.

The trio followed me as I approached our table.  Annabel was
still lost in her own little world oblivious to the crowd around
her.

"This is my girl Annabel," I said putting my fingers under her
chin, lifting her face.  "She's beautiful isn't she?"

"She certainly is," the man that charged the drinks said.

"So you gotta place we can go?" the older one asked.  Shit I
didn't think about that.  Carl's motel is five miles in the wrong
directions and I really didn't want to use that stinky room. 
Besides I'm sure the guys would have a problem fucking her in a
bed soaked with cum.

"I'm not familiar with this area.  Is there a motel you can
recommend?"

"There's the Day's Inn a couple of miles down the road,"
four-eyes said.

"We don't need a motel," the older gentleman said smirking. 
"I've got an extended cab pickup in the parking lot with really
dark tinted windows.  We'll have all the privacy we need."

"Yea but not much room.  It's a tight space.  Trust me I know
`cause I'm the one usually sitting back there."

"We'll be lying down so there won't be a problem," the payer said
with a grin.

"But we can't all fit back there!" the end man said with a huff.

"Then we'll go one at a time.  We *DO* have an hour to play with
her, remember?"

"Let's go," the older man said leading the way.  The other two
quickly followed but Annabel remained in the booth.

"Come on, Annabel it's not good to keep the customer waiting."

"Jake, you said I didn't gotta do nuttin' `til we got to St.
Charles," she mumbled with a saddened expression.

"What the fuck are you talking about?  You know the situation so
stop all this bullshit and get the fuck out there!  They've
already paid me so you better make it good for them, got it?" I
growled feeling my chest heaving with labored breaths.  I
couldn't believe she was pulling this crap again.

"Is there a problem here?" the bartender asked from a few feet
behind me.  I turned to see him approaching quickly.

"No, there's no problem.  Me and my girl were just leaving," I
said giving her wrist a slight tug.

"Is that true?" he asked brushing past me to lean on the table,
coming within a foot of her face.

"Man what in the fuck are you doing?" I asked pushing him away. 
He snarled at me, standing his full size in front of me in a
threatening way.  He was about two inches taller than me and
outweighed me by about twenty pounds, but I was sure that I could
take him if I had to.

"I was talking to the young lady," he said leaning closer,
breathing his cigarette breath heavy into my face.

"If you want to talk to her, you go through me, understand?"

"I'll talk to whomever I damn well please and a pencil-dick like
you ain't gunna stop me!"  We stood toe-to-toe for about a
minute, with neither one of us backing down before the silence
was broken by Annabel.

"It's okay," she said reaching out to touch the guy's hand. 
"He's my boyfriend."  I felt the muscles in my jaw tighten as we
continued our showdown.

"Annabel stay out of this," I warned ready to duke it out with
this meddling asshole.

"Jake let's just go," she said touching my sleeve.  "I don't want
no trouble."

"There won't be any trouble if he would mind his own business!"

"I don't like what you're doing to her," he said leaning closer.
"You're a bloodsucking punk and I outta kick your ass for it!"

"If you think you can, try it!" I shouted back.

"What's going on out there!" a deep voice from the back of the
restaurant shouted out.  Neither of us turned to see who it was
as we continued our intense stares.  "Patrick, get back behind
the bar!" he added sprinting toward us.  "Stop it!  Stop it right
now!" he bellowed stepping between us.  "What's gotten into
you!?" he added pushing the bartender a few feet away from me.

"This asshole is prostituting her!" he screeched, drawing the
attention of the restaurant.

"WHAT?!?" the new man squealed, his voice cracking while still
pulling on Patrick's arm.  He stood between the two of us,
stealing glances of Annabel from the corner of his eye.  The man
was much shorter than either of us and was extremely portly.  He
looked like a weeble-wobble toy in a cheap cowboy getup.

"Get back to the bar," he repeated pushing the bartender back two
steps.  "I'll take care of this."  The man remained for a few
seconds longer snarling at me before slowly walking away, looking
sideways in my direction most of the time.  The two of us watched
each other until he slipped behind the counter.

"What's the meaning of this?" he asked staring at Annabel.  I
wasn't sure who he was asking, but it's me he should be
addressing.

"Nothing's going on.  We can in to eat a nice steak dinner and
your monkey over there started hassling us."

"Is what he said true?  Are you prostituting her?" added not
breaking his ogling from her.  I swallowed hard and stared down
at the fat little fuck ready to punch him in his pudgy face.

"Look, we came in here for a meal, not to be harassed.  Just tell
me how much I owe and we'll leave." For the first time since
interrupting us he looked up at me.

"Is it true?"

Glancing around the restaurant I noticed that a few people were
still watching but most had returned to their meals.  Patrick was
watching intensely from behind the bar as he dried the mugs the
men had used earlier.

"What's it to you?" I asked ready to sprint if I thought he'd was
contemplating calling the cops.  I moved closer to Annabel,
placing my hand behind her neck and staring at the sweating fatty
while his eyes never wavered from her.  Taking one of the
twenties the men had paid I dropped it on the table.  "This
should cover my bill," I said glancing over my shoulder at
Patrick.  "Come on, Annabel, let's go."

"Wait," he said stepping closer, brushing his sweaty arm against
mine.  "Is it true?"  He asked gripping my wrist in his meaty
hand.

Is this guy for real?  Does he *really* think I'd tell him? 
Especially after the drama his bar monkey caused.  I didn't need
the grand production or the possibility of the cops showing up. 
If Melvin reported her missing and she was found with me, I'd be
up shit's creek without a paddle.  Even if they couldn't prove
the pandering charges the kidnapping would be enough to send me a
way for a while.

"How much?" he asked leaning closer to whisper.

"Huh?" I didn't believe I heard him correctly.  "What did you
say?"

"How much?" he repeated still staring at her.  "She's beautiful,"
he added with a smile.  "And very young.  I like that."  I
swallowed hard.  Was this a trap?

"What about him?" I asked motioning with my head toward the back
of the restaurant.

"Patrick?  Don't worry about it, I can take care of him, he's my
nephew," he said licking his dried cracked lips.  "God she's so
beautiful," he said again.  I grimaced looking down at him.  He
was maybe five foot eight and pushing three hundred pounds.  If
his fat wasn't enough to make him unattractive the sweat,
receding hairline, WC Field's nose and red rash on his face
certainly would do the trick.

"I sorry, but she's busy right now."

"I can wait," he gasped sounding frantic.  "I *really* like her.
Please.  Just tell me how much."  Damn is this guy desperate or
what.  I figured I'd throw a high price out there and scare him
off.  I didn't actually want this fat slob to fuck her as she'll
need another bath.

"Three hundred dollars for thirty minutes," I said asking the
same price as the three men but for half the time.  I figured
he'd balk at the price, shut up about it and finally leave us
alone.  I mean who pays six hundred dollars an hour for a common
street whore?

"Okay," he said smiling.  "When can I have her?"

"Are you serious?" I asked being caught off guard.  That wasn't
the response I was looking for.  "Uh, give her an hour and come
outside to the parking lot.  She'll be finished by then."

"Okay, that's fine," he added grinning a gaped-tooth smile before
releasing my arm.

"Oh, and that doesn't include accommodations.  If you want a room
you're going to have to pay for it."

"Come `round to the back door and knock.  We can use my office. 
We'll have privacy there."

"Sure, no problem," I replied pulling Annabel erect.  "Let's go,
you've got work to do," I said pushing her toward the door.

The trio was clustered around a blue four-door Chevy pickup with
a dullie wheel conversion and a wicked trailer hitch mounted in
the bed.  It was dirty but in good condition.  This is definitely
a work truck.  They seemed as eager a three school boys waiting
for their prom date.

"Finally!" the oldest man called out as we approached.

"What took so long?" the man I had sat next to asked.

"Long story," I said giving Annabel a slight push, propelling her
forward.  "The point is she's here now and you have fifty-nine
minutes to fuck her.  Make it good because when your time is
over, you're done.  She already has another customer."

"DAMN!" four-eyes exclaimed with a gaping mouth.  "Someone from
the restaurant?"

"Fifty-eight minutes," I said leaning against the bump-out over
the rear tire.  Comically the men began to scurry, each on unsure
what to do as the truck owner pulled open the rear door and the
one that took out the cash advance ushered Annabel inside,
quickly following her before shutting the door.   I sighed.  It's
going to be a long hour.

He was right about the tinted windows.  They were so dark that I
couldn't even tell if anyone was inside.  The only evidence I had
was the gentle swaying of the truck as the first man fucked her.
I pulled out a joint and lit it, watching the shocked expression
on the face of the other two.

"What?  You got a problem?" I barked blowing a puff of smoke in
their direction.  They watched as I took another deep drag and
blew a few smoke rings.  "You've got a problem with me smoking
pot but you don't seem to have a problem fucking a
thirteen-year-old whore now do you?" I quipped with a smirk.

"THIRTEEN!" the grey-haired man exclaimed with bulging eyes. 
"She's thirteen?!?"

"Oh my god she looks older!" four-eyes added with shock.

"Yep, thirteen and there's no refund so either fuck her or fuck
off, understand?"

"OH-MY-GOD!" the truck owner cried out leaning against the driver
side door.  By this time the truck was really starting to rock. 
The nameless fucker was pounding his cock into her sodden hole
like so many others before him and many more to come.  I smiled.
It shouldn't be much longer now.

Glancing at my watch I noticed it was already twenty minutes to
eight.  Not much time before we had to be in St. Charles.  The
drive will be forty-five minutes in light traffic.  The rocking
of the truck began to slow.  I looked at the remaining pair.

"Who's next?" I asked dropping the burned out bud to the ground
before crushing it into the pavement.  They looked at each other
before turning their attention to me.

"She's only thirteen!" the old man exclaimed as if telling me
something I didn't already know.  I chuckled, shaking my head in
the process.

"Yea?  And?"

"I dunno, it just doesn't seem right."

"It's up to you, man.  I already told you there are no refunds so
either you want it or not.  The choice is yours."  They huddled
together briefly as the truck came to a complete standstill.  It
only took him eleven minutes from the time he crawled in with her
until now.  Not bad.  Now if only I could get the other two
fuckers to finish that quick I can get the fuck out of here. 
"Well?"

"I dunno, uh, I, ur, we think that maybe..." the opening of the
back door disrupted his statement.  The tone of this voice told
me they were going to back out, which was fine with me.  I had
their money whether they fucked her or not.  It just meant less
work for her for the same pay.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" the emerging john exclaimed while exiting
the vehicle.  He was still pulling up his pants and faceting his
belt. "HOLY SHIT!" he added grinning like a fool.  "She's
incredible and that pussy of hers is to die for!"

The other two looked as if they wanted to tell him, but were
standing there speechless as he rambled on.

"Juicy, tight and smooth as a baby's bottom," he told them
zipping his pants.  "You guys are in for a treat.  I know you're
going to love that shit!"

"Who's next?" I interjected waiting to see what they would do.

"George why don't you go next?" the man who had just fucked her
asked patting the old man's back.  "After all it's your truck."

He looked at me before looking into the truck through the open
door.  His mouth opened as if to speak, but quickly closed again.
 I could tell this was bothering him.  He was struggling with
this decision as his morals seemed to weigh in.

"You'd better use a towel though, she's fuckin' soaked," he added
with a smirk.  "I've never fucked a pussy so wet before.  She
must really enjoy it!"

"Phil, why don't you go next?" he asked the other man.  He too
was staring into the truck and right between her parted legs.  It
was dark inside but lit enough to get a good view of her pussy. 
He swallowed hard, not breaching his gaze.  He exhaled long and
loud almost as if waiting for guidance.

"What's going on with you two?" the one who had just fucked her
asked amazed that they weren't fighting over who'd be next. 
"Someone get in there and fuck her before we run out of time!" 
George gave Phil a nudge, forcing him to take a step closer. 
This seemed to be the guidance he was waiting for as he moved
closer, climbing into the back of the truck with Annabel.

"What's up, George?" the fucker asked as the door shut behind
Phil.

"She's too young," he said looking my way.

"What do you mean?"

"She's only thirteen."

"WHAT!?" He shouted staring at his friend for a moment before
turning his intense look to me.  "Is that true?" he asked me.  I
nodded my head propping my foot on the chrome bumper.

"But it doesn't really matter now, does it?  What's done is
done."

"She's jailbait!  It's illegal!"

"Yea and so is paying for sex so what's your point?"  Just then
the truck began rocking, slowly increasing the motion as his
speed amplified. It seems that his principles aren't as strong as
he thought.  If you wave the pussy of some young pretty girl most
guys will ignore the age problem.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Why didn't you ask?  If it's such a big deal for you, you should
have asked me.  You can look at her and tell she's underage so
stop all that holier-than-thou shit!" I yelled feeling the hair
on the back of my neck standing.  These fuckers are starting to
piss me off and I felt like reaching into the truck to pull him
off of her.  Fuck them.  "If you don't want it, there are plenty
of guys out there who do!" I spat, taking a step toward them, my
fist balled into a fist.

"Relax, man," he said noticing my anger.  "It just caught me off
guard, that's all.  I wasn't expecting to hear that she was
thirteen."  By now the truck was squeaking as it jerked from side
to side as if he was driving off road.  The three of us briefly
stopped to stare.  Turning back to them I frowned.

"There are no refunds," I said looking at George.  "So either man
up or piss off `cause I don't have time for this bullshit.  I've
got a business to run!"

"It's cool, buddy, take it easy, we're all cool here, aren't we
George?" he asked looking at the older man.  "Aren't we, George?"
He repeated with a stern look.

"Yea, everything's great.  Couldn't be better.  Real peachy," he
added sarcastically.

"So are you ready to get your dick wet or are you going to wimp
out?" I asked as the movement of the truck became slow and
irregular.  He suddenly got a sickly expression on his face at
the realization that it was his turn to fuck her.  If he didn't
his friends would feel alienated as the other two had already had
sex with her.  The truck stopped moving and I glanced at my
watch.  Ten minutes to eight.  Even faster than the first guy. 
Sweet.

"You're next," I told the older man.  He didn't respond.  "Look
it doesn't matter to me either way.  You've paid for it so if you
don't want it, that's no skin off of my nose.  The truck door
swung open, nearly hitting the nameless guy in the back.  Phil
climbed out of the truck as if escaping a house fire pulling his
pants up in the process.

"I gotta go," I mumbled sprinting toward a maroon Civic a few
stalls away still zipping his pants.

"Hey, I'll see you tomorrow!" the first man called out.  It took
only a minute for him to start his car, squealing his tires as he
sped from the parking lot.  You'd think he had just robbed a bank
or something.  Well maybe robbing a cradle counts the same.

"You're up," I told George.  "Or are you?" I joked giving a quick
glance to his midsection with a grin.

"Leave him alone," the other guy said obviously feeling sorry for
him.  "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," he
assured his friend.

"That's commendable" I said shaking my head.  "And what if he
tells someone what you and Phil did, huh?  He's the only one with
immunity.  You two could do prison time for this and he'd walk
free.  Did you think about that?"

"We've been friends for years; I'm not worried about that."

"Blackmail is an ugly thing you know," I said staring at the
unidentified man.  I didn't know who he was and frankly I
couldn't care less, but he has to live here knowing what he did
and that the one person in the world who could fuck him over was
standing two feet away.  "If I were you I'd want him to prove his
friendship, you know seal your comradary."

"That's not necessary.  Don't worry about it, George.  Either way
we're still friends."

"I don't know, I'm just saying... if it was my ass on the line,
I'd want some proof that he's on my side."

"I don't want to hurt her," he finally interjected into the
conversation.

"Hurt her?  What are you talking about?"

"George here is hung like a fucking bull," the other man said
with a smile.  "He's known around here for his, uh, endowment."

"Believe me; he can't possibly be any bigger than some of the
cocks she's already fucked.  She can handle anything he's got or
I'll refund his part of the money," I said stealing a glance to
the front of his slacks.  He didn't look the type to be
super-hung but you can't really tell by looking.  "Are you doing
it or not?"  As if watching a tennis match his head shifted back
and forth between me and inside the truck.

"I'll do it," George finally chimed in, his voice cracking as he
cleared his voice.  It didn't matter to me either way but I
wanted to prove to this wannabe puritan that he's just like
everyone else.  Pulling the door open wider I stepped aside with
a smile.

"She's all yours."  He hesitated for a moment before moving
closer.  "And don't worry about hurting her, she can handle it,"
I added with a wink.

"I'll see you tomorrow," the main guy said patting his shoulder.
"Tee time's at nine, right?"  The man didn't respond but instead
stared into the truck at the young girl waiting for him with open
legs.  "Say `hi' to Marge for me will ya?" he added walking to
the other side of the truck.  George didn't make a move for the
longest time; instead he gawked into the truck as if studying a
never-before-seen species.

"Are you going or what?   I don't have all night!" I said bumping
his back.  Slowly he made his way closer, resembling a death row
inmate heading to the gas chamber.  "Hurry up, will you?" I said
as he stood immobile at the open door.  One foot then two went
onto the runner as he pulled himself in, slamming the door in his
wake.  Leaning against the truck I pulled out a cigarette.  It's
going to be a long weekend.

~~~

I had to knock four times on the back door before it finally
opened but it wasn't the fat owner that answered.  In fact he was
quite the opposite.  A tall and very skinny black guy with a wide
nose and a huge Adam's apple stood in the doorway.  The filthy
apron he wore looked as if it hadn't been washed in months and
displayed every stain possible.

"Is, uh," I didn't even know the guys name.  "Um, the boss here?"
I finally asked.  I was about twenty minutes early so he probably
wasn't expecting me.

"He's in the front runnin' the register while Becky on `er break.
 You can go `round the front if you wanna see `em."

"No, that's okay; I'd prefer not to go through the front.  Is it
okay if we wait in his office?"

"Uh, naw, sorry but I can't let nobody in without Mista. Stedman
tellin' me I can," he replied noticing for the first time that
Annabel standing next to me.  I could tell by his eyes roaming up
and down her slender body that he felt the exact same way as most
men.

"Are you the chef?" I asked hoping that he wasn't the one who
made my meal.  He chuckled.

"Lawd no I ain't da chef, I'm the dishwasha.  I don't know
nuttin' `bout no cookin'."  Thank God.

"Okay," I said stepping aside to give him a better hview of
Annabel.  "Nice, huh?" I said with a wink.  He didn't notice as
his stare remained on her.  I felt her hand touch my back as she
knew what I was planning.  "When's your break?" I asked stepping
forward to interrupt his field of view.

"Huh?"

"You're break.  You get a break don't you?"

"I done had mines, why you axin'?" He asked trying to see around
me.

"You seem to like my girl," I said pulling her to stand closer to
him.  "She's got about fifteen minutes to spare and if you've got
eighty dollars I'll let you fuck her."  His focus shifted between
the two of us, spending most of the time on Annabel.

"You fo' real?"

"Yes.  Fifteen minutes of pleasure of only eighty dollars."  It
didn't take long before he was digging in his pockets looking for
whatever money he had.  He managed to collect thirty-three
dollars, mostly in crinkled ones and fives.  With a big toothless
smile he extended his hand holding his money.  What is it about
country people that they have the nastiest teeth?

"This all I gots."

"That's not even half.  Can you get more?"

"I guess I ken axe mista Stedman to let me borree some."

"Yea, you do that," I said smirking.  How ironic that he'd be
giving money to a guy who will fuck her right before him and for
a lot less.

"I'll be right back, don't go no wheres," he said closing the
door.  I smiled shaking my head.

"Jake, I thought I didn't gotta do nuttin' `til we went to St.
Charles."

"Annabel we have an opportunity to make some fast cash right now.
 Remember the more you do now, the less you'll have to do later,"
I said smiling.  She swallowed hard.  "Just deal with it, okay?"
We stood in silence.  "Finish this job and I'll give you a
special treat," I said pulling out the bag of crack. She stared
at it licking her lips.  I smiled.  The little slut was hooked. 
The door swinging open caught my attention as I shoved the Ziploc
bag back into my front pocket.

"I gots more," he said grinning while gawking at Annabel.  In one
quick motion his hand jerked outward, shoving the bills of money
at me.  Taking the cash I counted it.  Fifty-eight dollars.  Not
exactly what I expected, but it's better than nothing.

"Okay, that will work," I said prodding Annabel forward.  The
scrappy, listless employee backed away to allow her to enter.  He
started to shut the door after she made her way in but I caught
it with my foot.  "What are you doing?"

"You can't come back here," he said giving a quick glance to the
door behind him.  "Employees only."

"If I don't go, neither does she," I said grabbing her wrist.  He
paused at my statement before opening the door wider.  "You're
wasting your fuck time with all this bullshit!" I said brushing
past him.  "You'd better get started because you're already
almost out of time."

"I gots fifteen minutes."

"No, you *HAD* fifteen minutes.  You've got ten now so you'd
better move your ass!"

I didn't know what I expected but I didn't think he's drop his
pants right there and lift her onto a wobbly table in the corner.
 He didn't seem too shy about exposing his cock to me as it
quickly swelled to full erection.  It was long, maybe nine
inches, but very skinny, making it seem longer.

Annabel didn't have on panties, giving him quick access to her
hole.  She gasped as his long cock stabbed into her, striking the
very back of her pussy.  Her cervix had been battered
relentlessly these past few months and with all the big cock she
had today, I'm very surprised they haven't fucked into her
uterus.

Her lily white color contrasted remarkably well against his
eight-ball tone.  There aren't many true blacks in America
anymore as most have Caucasian mixed in somewhere down the line.
This guy was the exception as his skin was as dark as a moonless
night.

The flimsy table trembled as he pounded into her, desperate to
reach his climax before his time expired.  He fucked with a
purpose, his hips blurring from the rapidity of his movements. 
The apron, tucked conveniently under his chin, gave him
unobstructed access to her body but his pants gathering around
his ankles, restricted his mobility.  His boney legs were exposed
and quivering as they strained to maintain his brutal pounding. 
For a wiry guy he sure had some force behind his thrusts.

Standing ten feet away I watched the liquids of her previous
lovers flowing from her like a leaky faucet as the sounds of her
squishy pussy-farts filled the room.  She was soaked and his cock
kept slipping out, delaying his climax.  Eight minutes of steady
and intense stabbing didn't seem to affect him as his pace never
wavered.  He was determined to squeeze out every second of
pleasure that he could from her.

As usual she remained stationary while he sawed back and forth
between her legs.  His arms were outstretched, supporting his
torso above her while her limp body rocked back and forth from
his powerful thrusts.  No matter how many times I tell her, she
still just lays there like a dumb fuck.  It's time she learns
what I expect from her.

His large sweat drops drizzled on her, wetting not only her skin,
but her new yellow dress.  Damn it next time I'll have her take
it off.  He was grunting and panting, using shorter thrusts but
still stroking just as fast.  I knew that he would be cumming
soon and smiled as it was just under ten minutes.

Roaring loudly he slammed his cock hard one finial time into her,
holding it while making garbled, animalistic sounds.  His legs
were shaking, the cheeks of his ass concaved and his arms
buckled, causing him to fall forward onto her.  Struggling to
break free she glared at me, looking for help.  I walked over and
pulled on the back of the drooping apron.

"Okay man, your time is up," I said tugging on his shirt to get
him upright.  Annabel sucked in a breath of fresh air as he moved
up, freeing her trapped body and removing the smelly form from
her.  In hadn't been close enough to get a whiff of him, but now
that I was, his body odor was overpowering.

"Fuck me," he mumbled standing straight, his thighs between her
outstretched knees while he gasped to catch his breath.  "Damn,"
he added wiping his brow.

"Good shit, huh?" I asked smirking.

"Fuck yea," he added reaching out to touch her inner thighs. 
Seemingly unaffected by his nudity, he stood silently staring at
her inflamed pussy as a glob of white cream slithered down the
crack of her ass to the table top.  A frothy substance circled
the rim of her opening appearing as if it had been coated with
Reddi whip.  Some of the mucus had turned clear while a majority
remained cloudy or white.

About a half a cup seeped from her, coating the table top under
her ass before slowly wandering toward the edge of the table then
trickled over the edge.  We watched as the thick slime gently
swayed from side to side like the weak pendulum of an old
grandfather clock until it broke free, falling to the ground with
a splat.  More quickly followed, stretching slightly longer than
the one before until it broke free, landing on its predecessor as
a cum puddle began to form on the stained tile floor.

"LEON!" A voice from beyond the inner door shouted out, causing
the black man standing before me to jump, breaking his trance.

"Shit!" he cried out bending over to pull up his pants.  "I gots
ta go!" he added slipping the button through the hole.  "You
gotta leave, *NOW*!"

"Chill out, man, your boss is expecting us."

"I don't care, he don't want no body back here when he not here!"

"Leon!" the voice now much clearer and closer called out again. 
We both turned to see the portly owner standing just beyond the
opened door.  "What are you doing back here?  There's a pile of
dishes waiting for you in the kitchen!"

"I'm sorry mista Stedman, I dint mean nuttin' by it I was, uh, I
just was..."

"He just let us in," I interjected trying to save the man from
making a fool of himself.  "He heard us knocking and came to
answer the door.  It's my fault he's back here," I said bumping
into the man to encourage him to leave.

"Well what are you waiting for?  Get moving!" he shouted entering
the room.  I moved closer to Annabel hoping to block his view of
her.  She was a spermy mess and I wanted her to clean up a little
before he fucked her.  It's not good for business having her fuck
a john looking like she was.  Leon and the fat man passed each
other half way through the room as Stedman rushed toward us. 
Despite my best effort I was unable to shield her from his view
as he approached.  He stopped short, staring at the lifeless body
resting on the table.  I swallowed hard, expecting to lose out on
three hundred dollars.

"How...how did you know?" he asked licking his lips.  "Did
someone send you here?" he added.  I was confused and didn't
react when he brushed past me to reach Annabel.   "Oh my god this
is unbelievable!"

"Uh, what's wrong?" I asked half expecting him to throw us out or
call the cops.  From her navel down to her knees she was covered
in cum, some dried and flaky but most was fresh and in various
stages of clarity.

"Wrong?" he asked amazed that I even asked that question. 
"Nothing is wrong.  This is *exactly* what I've always wanted. 
It's been a fantasy of mine for years," he added bending over as
a fresh bead of cum bubbled out of her stretched hole.  "Oh my
god," he repeated moving his face closer.  My nose crinkled as I
stood in shock watching as he lapped away at the wad of sperm and
then the others that quickly followed.

"You've *got* to be kidding me," I mumbled as his body dropped to
the floor, his mouth covering her pubes.  I felt nauseous and my
stomach churned.  I never even wanted to kiss her after she gave
me a blow job let alone do something that gross.  She's got the
cum of I don't know how many men swimming around down there and
he's sucking it out like a jelly donut!  Gross.

I was too shocked to react for several minutes as he slurped and
licked on her pussy as if savoring a truffle soufflé.  The loud
smacking sounds and moans resounded throughout the storage room
as his tongue lapped between her legs like a parched canine.

"Hey," I spoke jabbing his right shoulder.  "You haven't paid
yet.  There are no free samples!"  He didn't respond.  It was as
if he was lost in his own little sick world.  Grabbing his
shoulder I pulled hard, causing the fat slob to tumble backward.
"Pay first!"

"Huh?  Uh, sorry, he said wiping the slime from his lips with the
back of his hand.  "How much is it again?"

"Three hundred.  And I probably should charge more for doing that
sick shit!"

Not replying he reached into his back pocket, retrieving a very
worn and bulky wallet.  It was so stuffed with papers and junk
that it wouldn't close.  His weight was the only thing keeping it
from springing open like a jack-in-the-box.  Rustling through the
bills he pulled out several twenties and two crisp fifty dollars
notes.  I was impressed as he still had several more bills tucked
inside.

"This should cover it," he stated extending his hand with the
money.  I took it, counting it closely before shoving it into my
pocket.  He resumed eating his spermy meal as I took a seat on a
rickety old chair in the corner.  A quick check on the time
showed that he had about twenty minutes left on the clock.

Taking out my bag of weed I rolled another joint and fired it up.
 It was some good shit but it's starting to run low.  I'll have
to get some more before too long.  While enjoying the
light-headed feeling it always gives me I began looking around
the crappy little room amazed that anyone could find anything
with all the clutter.  Looking to my right I noticed the door was
slightly ajar and a black face was peering in.  I smiled thinking
that Leon was getting a free show.

I watched him peeping on his boss as he gulped the copious
amounts of fluids leaking from Annabel until my smoke was gone. 
Flipping the bud toward the walk-in cooler door I chuckled at
what Leon must be thinking.  That's when I realized that it
wasn't Leon.  His face was much too light, almost like a mocha
shade and rounder than Leon's.   I stared at the intruder while
he stared at Stedman.

"This is interesting," I spoke aloud to no one.  Slipping from my
seat I made my way around the store room using the door to block
my approach.  Once I reached the door I grabbed it, jerking it
open as the young kid spilled into the room.  His dark eyes
widened until mostly white were visible.

"Come on in," I said grabbing his arm.

"I wasn't doin' nuttin'," he exclaimed nervously.  "Honest!"

"Don't worry, man, it's cool," I said pulling him further into
the room and shutting the door.  He was a few years younger than
me and I wondered how he was able to work at his age.  Shorter
but stockier than Leon he seemed very tense about being caught. 
"What's your name?"

"Ty...Tyrome," he muttered still trying to see the action beyond
my shoulder.

"You like that?" I asked with a smile.  Hesitantly he nodded.

"You want a piece of her?"  His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree
but he didn't respond.  "Do you?"

"H...how?"

"How much money do you have?" I asked with a smile.

"Huh?  Whatcha mean?"  Boy this kid is naïve.

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen, sir.  Almost sixteen."

"You work here?"

"I help my uncle."

"Leon?"  He nodded.  "So how much cash do you have?"

"Maybe ten dollars.  Why?"  I shook my head.  He's not getting
anything for ten dollars.  I had an idea.

"How would you like to fuck her?" I asked motioning with my chin
toward the pair.  He didn't need to look as he knew who I was
talking about.

"Whatcha mean?"

"I mean put your cock inside of her pussy and fuck her until you
cum.  Would you like that?"  He nodded stealing one more glance.
"Wait here," I said approaching the table.  The fat fucker was
really sucking hard on her cunt as the cum had all be sucked out.
 Frantically he continued sucking and French kissing her gash
hoping for more.

"Hey," I said jabbing his shoulder blade.  "You've got ten
minutes left."  He continued lapping away at her.  "Did you hear
me?" I said poking him harder.  Finally he removed his face from
between her legs and looked up at me, his face smeared with gel.
"Ten minutes left.  You might want to fuck her now or you'll run
out of time."  He got a disappointing expression.  "Oh, and you
have a visitor," I added stepping aside to reveal our unexpected
guest.  His red face went pale as he struggled to stand.

"What is he doing here!?!"

"Nothing much, just watching."

"Tyrome get out!" he screamed once he stood, wiping his mouth
with his shirt.

"Hold on, not so fast," I said moving closer.  "You don't want
him talking about what he just saw here, right?"  His fat face
got a puzzled expression.  "You're eating out an underage whore
in your store room.  What do you think will happen if that got
out?"  He didn't respond.  "I'm sure you could bribe him for his
silence, isn't that right, Tyrome?" I spoke turning to face him.
He nodded unsure how to respond.

"What are you suggesting?" Stedman asked meekly.

"He wants to fuck her and if you pay for it, he'll keep quiet." 
I gave him a few seconds to ingest what I said.  "Besides," I
added leaning closer to him.  "That means more cum inside of her
pussy," I said with a wink.  He seemed to get a sparkle in his
eye.

"I can't afford another three hundred," he replied almost
disappointed.

"Don't worry, we'll work it out.  Do we have a deal or not?"

"Depends on how much more money you want."

Standing next to him I put my arm around his shoulders.  "I like
you so I'm going to give you a really good deal," I began.  "For
only a hundred more he can fuck her and you'll have your treat to
eat and I'll even throw in an extra fifteen minutes for you to
enjoy her, how does that sound?"  He swallowed hard, staring at
the kid.

"A hundred?"  I nodded, smiling as he reached for the worn-out
wallet.

"Okay, Tyrome," I called out to him.  "Time to fuck."

"Is you serious?" he asked still puzzled by what just happened.

"Yea and you'd better hurry; we don't have a lot of time.  We
need to be in St. Charles soon so move your ass or you'll lose
out on your chance!"  I have to say that kid sure could move
fast.  In a flash he was rushing toward us unzipping his pants in
the process.  His cock was already hard and wet on the tip from
pre-cum.

I didn't know how much experience he had but figured tht it
couldn't be much and expected him to pop off faster than the cork
on a bottle of Champaign.  I was wrong and wanted to kick myself
for not putting a time limit on him.  After twenty minutes of a
steady, rhythmic pounding he was still going strong like the
Energizer bunny with no sign of slowing down.

"Tyrome you need to wrap it up," I said stepping closer to see
his dark cock disappearing inside of her.  "We need to go and
Stedman still needs his turn."  He began fucking faster.  Damn
what a stud!

"Where... can... I... cum?" he panted, speaking for the first
time since he began fucking her.

"Nut off in her pussy."

"What if she gets pregnant?"

"She can't, she's already pregnant," I informed him.  That seemed
to supercharge his efforts as his ass became a blur.

"WHAT?" Stedman blurted out from nowhere.  "She's pregnant?"  I
nodded, my eyes fixed on her budding little titties giggling
under his intense effort.  "She doesn't look pregnant."

"She is, trust me," I responded just as Tyrome turned his face to
the ceiling and roared at the top of his lungs.  Shit, he's going
to bring everyone in here!  Three or four howls later he stopped
moving, lying prone on top of her panting.  "Wow that was some
fuck job," I complimented patting his back. "You're time is up."

Pulling away from her my eyes focused between her legs at the
puffy mound that had once been a sweat little pussy.  A
pinky-sized wad of sperm leaked out, racing down the crack of her
ass toward the tabletop.

"Come on, Tryome, let's give the old man some alone time with
her," I said winking to Stedman.  "And remember you can't say
anything to anyone about what just happened, okay?"  Zipping his
pants he nodded and I held the door for him as he left.  Turning
I cringed noticing that he was once again on his knees with his
head buried between her legs.  Nasty.

Stedman's cock was much like his body, short and fat.  The angry-
red head comprised about a third of the total length and there
were huge blue veins jutting out all over it like a streets on a
city map.  Effortlessly it slipped inside on the first thrust. 
His fat gut hung down, eclipsing his pubic area making it almost
impossible to fully penetrate her and blocking the view of their
coupling, not that I wanted to watch.

Fortunately he had been so turned on by eating her out that he
didn't last very long, making up for the extra time that Tyrome
wasted.  Not more than five minutes into fucking her he was
huffing and puffing like a marathon running and squeezing her
thighs against his.  He wasn't as loud as the kid, but louder
than I liked, especially with Patrick still here.  How knows what
sort of trouble that asshole would make if he saw us still here.

Suddenly he pulled away from her and began jerking his fat little
pud hard while rubbing the head along the crack of her pussy. 
Two garbled grunts later and cum began spraying out, coating her
from her belly to her pussy.  He came hard and shot a lot, over a
tablespoon of gooey whiteness.  I was impressed on the quantity.
What he did next turned my stomach as he bent over and began
lapping up his own sperm off of her.  I had to look away.

Five minutes later he was still panting and kissing her from her
nipples to her thighs.  It was time to end this.

"Okay, Stedman you're time's up!" I said pulling on his fat arm.
"We need to go, NOW!"  Slowly he backed away, bending over to
reach for his pants.  White flakes coated his face from all the
cum he ate.  "Can you get her a wet rag to clean up with?"

"She can use the restroom."

"Is your nephew still here?"

"Yea, why?"

"Because I don't want him to see that she's still here."

"Like I said," he told me wiping his forehead with a handkerchief
before wiping his mouth.  "Don't worry about it, I'll take care
of him."  I smiled.

"You heard the man," I informed her.  Get your ass up and get
cleaned up.  We only have an hour to get to St. Charles and I
don't want to miss any action."  Slowly she rolled off the table,
nearly falling to the floor as she attempted to stand on weak
legs.  Smoothing down her dress she wobbled toward the door that
Tyrome had just left through.  Stedman stared at her ass until
she disappeared.

"What's in St. Charles?" he asked fighting to get his pants over
his fat gut.

"A lot of business."

~ end of chapter 13 ~

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