Deara Douche` was like any single mother with a hot-body daughter, she was tired from work, tired from trying to pay the bills, and tired from trying to keep her seventh grade daughter out of trouble.
At thirteen years old, Stephanie Douche` liked the way men looked at her. I first saw her walking out of a trailer park wearing short-shorts, flip-flops, and a pink T-shirt so tight it formed over her newly developing breasts. Her little titties were nothing but points that served to punctuate the art work on her thin shirt. There was a picture of kitten, and written underneath was PET MY PUSSY.
Driving a van with no windows in back, I pulled up next to the girl in the pink shirt.
“Hey, little pussy,” I said, nodding to her chest, “need a ride anywhere?”
She made a show of thinking about it, then she shrugged and climbed in.
No matter how many times it happened,
I didn’t mess with her, even though I wanted to. She told me her name was Stephanie and she was heading over to the 7/11 to hang out with friends.
“Any guy friends?” I asked.
“Maybe.”
“Lucky fuckers,” I said, which made her laugh. “You got time to have a burger?” I asked. “It’ll give me more time to eye-fuck that nice body of yours.”
“Can I have fries, too?”
“Anything you want, cutie pie. You gotta know how sexy you look. Guys like me just can’t resist sexy young girls.”
“Guys like you?” she asked. “Do you mean horny?”
“That’s it,” I said. “Horny and with enough money to pay for things like hamburgers, or movies, or other fun things.”
At the drive-through window, Stephanie ordered a deluxe burger, large fries, and a soda. Then she added on onion rings, giving me a sideways look to see if I objected.
“Go for it, honey, I’m good for it.” I pulled out my bank roll, making sure she saw that it was full of one-hundred dollar bills. As she watched I riffled through the bills, looking for a fifty to hand to the cashier.
As we ate I pointed to her flip-flops, which were almost worn through. “You’re gonna hurt your feet wearing those things. Why don’t you get a good pair of sneakers before you start limping.”
Stephanie swallowed the bite she was chewing then said “Yeah, like I’m gonna pull the money out of my ass.”
“You could pull it out of that kitty on your shirt,” I told her. Then smiled. “Opps, that’s not a kitty, is it?”
For the first time Stephanie seemed a little nervous. “What would I have to do?”
“Let me take a couple of pictures of you wearing that cool shirt, and then make out with me for a while. Nothing major, just something that’ll make me glad I made a new friend.”
Shrugging, Stephanie said “Okay.”
The young girl must have thought that my idea of a picture was taking a few clicks with a point-and-shoot. Her eyes opened wide when I ushered her into the back of my van where I had lights and a video camera, plus a monitor.
I turned on the lights to get a good shot of her, then started having her pose. She could see the monitor and liked watching herself.
“Are you going to give me a flash of that pretty chest of yours?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Stephanie asked, teasing me by pulling up the bottom of her shirt halfway.
“That wasn’t part of the deal, was it?” I said. “What if I give you the change I got for the burgers, then you let me get a couple of good shots.”
“Do I still get the new shoes?”
“If you let me get some real nice pictures, I’ll buy you anything up to a hundred bucks. Plus you still get the change from the burgers. Deal?”
I knew Stephanie would have flashed me for free, but I wanted to get her thinking about being sexy for money.
I let her get by with a quick up and down the first time, more interested in getting a playful look from her than I was at getting a good shot of her titties. Then I coaxed her into taking off her top and just sitting in front of the camera.
“Don’t you look perfect,” I said, locking the camera on its tripod. “Why don’t we get things just a little bigger. Okay?”
I slid over to Stephanie and gave the tip of her swollen nipple a flick of my finger. “Have your ever seen how big you can get these little cuties” I asked. Not waiting for a reply, I took hold of each nipple and started to pinch and pull them out, then giving them a twist.
“Hey,” Stephanie said.
“See how much bigger they are now,” I said. “I bet I can get them even bigger.” I took a cube of ice out of the drink cup and rubbed it around her left nipple, getting it to puff out nicely, then I went to the work on the other one. I got a great shot of an thirteen year old girl looking into the camera as a thirty-five year old man played with her teepee pointed titties.
“That was wonderful,” I told Stephanie, handing back her shirt. She seemed surprised that I had stopped.
“I thought you might do other things with me,” she said.
“I’d love to,” I said, shutting down my equipment, “but we hadn’t talked about it, and I didn’t want you to think I didn’t keep my word.” I handed her the change from the burgers, which came to thirty-six dollars and a few coins. “Do you want to go meet your friends now? Or do you have time to go shoe shopping?”
On hour later we were walking out of the mall. Stephanie was looking down at a new pair of Nikes, plus a pair of pink socks to go along with them. I’d also bought her a few extras, like more socks, a ball cap, and T-shirt that said VIRGIN and in smaller letters beneath added OF COURSE, THIS IS AN OLD SHIRT. The shirt was Stephanie’s idea, but I didn’t mind paying for it.
As I drove her back home I said. “You know, Stephanie, what you do with your friends is your business, but if you would like to make some more money, you might think about doing things in front of the camera.”
“I don’t know…” she said.
“Do you go to school with the guys you mess around with?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
“Then there’s always the possibility that kids will start talking about you. It may not bug you now, but it might later on. If you do those things with me, I won’t go blabbing it around to your friends, and I’ll make sure you can get the things you want.”
I handed her my telephone number, then dropped her off right where I’d first saw her.