Author: Lizard69
Title: Foster Whore
Part: Part 5
Summary: Launching a new business.  Welcome to the grand opening.
Keywords: Mg
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   Foster Whore Part 5 (Mg) Lizard69



   "So, are you going to be ready to turn your first trick by Friday?"

   Amber looked over at Mary behind the wheel and wondered if she'd heard
right.

   "What do you mean, 'first trick'?  I lost count of how many creeps have
been on me."

   "Uh huh, and how many times did you get to keep the money?"

   "Oh."

   "That reminds me, you have the interview fee?"

   "Yeah.  I thought you said whatever I earned is mine?"

   "It is.  I was going to suggest that you consider the first interview
fee of each week as your pocket money and use it to learn how to budget. 
It's more than most kids your age have for an allowance, but not enough to
get people wondering about a kid throwing money around.  For the rest of
it, I'll hold it for you until we can get accounts set up that don't track
back to your social.

   "We have time to stop at the post office and pick up a passport
application.  You're young enough to travel on our paper with proof that
we're your guardians, but having a passport of your own will save
explaining things at every port of entry.  On our next trip South we'll
start the paperwork to get you a second passport.  We have contacts that
will help us as long as it isn't for a criminal purpose.  While the IRS
might have a different opinion, outside of this country most people don't
consider withholding information from the U.S.  government to be a criminal
activity.  I suppose it's technically gray market, but buying citizenship
for an orphan child is a much lighter shade of gray than average.  It gets
cheaper as the odds of it coming back to embarrass the people who approved
the paperwork drop."

   "Whatever.  It seems like a lot of trouble."

   "I thought you were tired of pimps taking your money?"

   "What are you talking about?"

   "You'll probably make something upwards of a hundred thousand this year.
If you want we can set up a money market account at a brokerage and get you
started on building an investment portfolio.  They'll want a social
security number to set it up.  The earnings from the investments will get
reported to the IRS and they'll want a tax return from you stating where
you made the money you invested.

   "Believe it or not, you can actually report that the money came from
crime proceeds without getting busted.  The IRS doesn't care where the
money came from.  They just want their share.  I'd have to check the tax
tables to be sure but at 100K I'd guess their share is around half."

   "HALF!?"

   "Uh huh, and that's just the first bite.  Because you're self employed
you have to pay the full share of social security instead of having an
employer kick in half.  It doesn't matter.  The employer contribution is
just a smoke screen anyway.  If they didn't have to kick in they could
raise your pay by that amount.  It's coming out of their pocket regardless.
Then the state comes along and chews another twenty percent off of what's
left.  That's if you don't get busted.

   "If you get arrested they can accuse you of engaging in an ongoing
criminal enterprise.  That's what they call it when you're keeping the sort
of records that will support the tax forms you file with the IRS.  They
seize your accounts and any valuable assets like real estate.  If they
later reduce or drop the charges, you don't get the money back."

   "No shit?"

   "That's what happens if you're just Amber, in the foster care of Bill
and Mary.  If you're Amber, the adopted daughter of Mr.  and Mrs.  Delacruz
of Santiago, Chile, things are a little different.  We can still set up an
account for you, but the brokerage can be in Panama or Singapore.  A
Chilean passport and a cedula that lists your home address as Santiago
means they won't report to the U.S.  tax authorities.  Chile only requires
it's citizens to pay taxes on the income earned inside the country.

   "You can still get busted.  But if you do they probably won't even take
your pocket change.  Soliciting is a misdemeanor and unless you're charged
as an adult the worst you'll get is probation.  The record will be sealed
when you turn eighteen.  When we get home I'll show you how to calculate
compound interest and you can see the difference it makes five years later
when you get to invest *all* your earnings instead of the dribble the
government would let you keep if you followed the rules."

   "More home school?"

   "I don't have time to waste on politically correct nonsense and neither
do you.  If the purpose of an education is to help you cope with the real
world, you might as well learn skills you can actually use.  Which brings
us back to Friday and what you intend to do for your new music teacher..."

   *****

   Carl told himself to calm down for the umpteenth time.  He managed to
resist the urge to look out the window again or check once more that the
pair of hundreds were still in his shirt pocket.  He still felt like a high
school kid waiting for his prom date.  More accurately, waiting for her to
come out of the bathroom in the motel after the prom.  The thought of what
that night might have been like if his date had been six years younger
nearly caused a mess in his shorts.

   The sound of tires crunching on the gravel outside had him at the door
before she could knock or ring the bell.  She'd promised him something
special if he could hold off but at first glance he couldn't guess what it
might be.  Amber was in flats, not heels, and while her blouse and skirt
looked nice, it was more like, "take your daughter to work day", than,
"let's go clubbing".  She stepped inside and smiled as he nervously offered
her the money.

   "Thank you Carl.  I'm happy that you want me so much.  The first time is
always kind of awkward.  If I was one of your regular students you'd have
been pushing the limits, testing how far I'd let you go, for a long time.
It might take months to get this far.  You have a couple of office chairs
you use for teaching.  Why don't you sit down in one and try to relax while
I get started?"

   Amber moved in until she was standing a few feet in front of him.

   "Just relax and look at me.  I've had more experience than I want of
some things, but I'm still a girl, not some high class escort."

   She continued as she stepped out of her skirt and began to unbutton her
blouse.

   "I get giggly with my friends.  I'm home schooled but still spend a lot
of time studying.  I shop with my foster mom and gripe about doing chores
just like any other kid my age.  You can see I've got a normal plain white
bra and bikini panties just like any other twelve year old.  If you want to
see me in skimpy lace porno stuff I'll wear whatever you buy for me.  But
only here, I'm not going to wander around taking a chance I'll get caught
in slut clothes.

   "I don't really need a bra for support, but look at how stiff my nipples
are.  They aren't always like that.  Thinking about what we're going to do
made them hard.  If I wasn't wearing a bra they'd poke against my blouse
enough that everyone would notice.  The material of my blouse brushing
against them when I move would drive me nuts.  I'll bet you're pretty stiff
too.  Would you lower your pants and let me see?  Please?"

   Amber managed to kick off her shoes and remove her panties by the time
he dropped trou but it was a close race.  When he was seated again she
straddled his thighs facing him.  She started unbuttoning his shirt.

   "I'll take off my knee socks if you want.  Mary says I look a lot hotter
with them on.  They're like a constant reminder that I should be wearing a
whole lot more."

   She paused to swirl her tongue around each of Carl's nipples while a
drop of pre-cum grew large enough to trickle down his shaft.  She'd loaded
up with lube in the car on the way over, but still had to wiggle and squirm
a little as she lowered herself onto his shaft.  By the time he was fully
inside her she could feel him throb and the hot wash of cum flowing back
past his shaft to ooze from her hairless kitty.  She kissed him to keep
from giggling at the way his face fell when he realized how quickly he
came.

   "Thank you so much!  It's time for your special present."

   Climbing off of his lap, Amber stood facing him with her ankles a little
more than shoulder width apart.  While the fingers of her left hand lightly
fondled her perky little nipples the other went lower, down her hard young
tummy until she was cupping her little muffin.

   "Most guys like to watch me play with my kitty.  It feels nice, but
isn't really special.  It's a little embarrassing the first time with
someone new.  It's a little more embarrassing if the guy who's watching
just came inside me and I'm catching his spunk so I can use it to frost my
muffin.  After a while your spunk starts to dry and I have to spit on my
fingers to keep my clit wet and slippery.

   "This is where it starts to get special.  I can see your cock getting
hard again.  That isn't as hot as the way you're looking at me.  I love
watching it change.  You're embarrassed at first, watching a girl you just
did pervert sex with.  Then you relax as you realize I'm not angry or
upset. I'm wearing your spunk like some other girl would wear a lacy little
thong and no matter how hard you try not to stare your eyes keep coming
back to my kitty.  You can't stop thinking about how good it felt to have
your cock inside me and how it was over too quick.  You're still hungry for
me and it's getting worse.  Your cock is almost as hard as it was when I
crawled up on your lap.  You're going to do it to me again...  any minute
now.  It's time to trade places."

   She settled into the office chair as soon as he gave it up.  Scooting
her ass forward, Amber pulled her knees up and spread them as far as the
chair arms would allow.  The hardwood floor may have been rough on his
knees but it let the casters roll smoothly as he pulled the chair forward.
A touch on the height adjustment had her lined up perfectly.

   "Your present is almost here.  Push it in slow.  You still have time. 
It will be all the way up inside me when I cum.  Did you ever get to do
that before?  Watch a little girl make herself cum while you fucked her
like one of the big girls?

   *****

   It was a few minutes short of the hour when Mary pulled into the lot at
Carl's place.  Amber came bouncing down the stairs from the bench on the
deck where she'd been waiting.  Mary had intended to wait until they were
home but was hardly back on the street before asking the girl how it had
gone.

   "Like...  WOW!  I mean he *tipped* me a hundred and paid the two up
front like it was nothing!  Unless he drops dead or they catch him with
somebody else he's going to be a regular."

   "So you didn't have any trouble making him happy?"

   "Ya think?  I still don't believe how much of a kick he got out of
watching me cum.  Do you have any more ideas like that one?"

   "A few, don't expect them all to work that good.  Every guy is different
and even the same guy will like different stuff.  The hottest thing you can
do gets dull as dirt if you do it over and over until he's sick of it.

   "Yeah, well, I can believe that.  I was like, 'she can't be serious',
when you told me I should act like I was having a good time.  All the stuff
I did before?  Boring was as good as it got.  Know what's really weird?  I
went in there ready to fake it, then when I started playing with myself I,
uh, I didn't have to, fake it I mean."

   "Good for you!  Think maybe that's why you got the tip?  The two hundred
wasn't really for sex.  That's so you go away and don't cause problems for
him when he isn't horny.  The tip was for telling him he's hot in the best
way possible.  He didn't just cum, he made you cum too."

   "What do you mean?  I got myself off.  I could probably have done it
quicker if I was alone."

   "Uh-huh, but we aren't going to tell *him* that, are we?"

   "Uh, I guess not."

   "He saw a cute young girl have an orgasm while his dick was in her. 
That isn't just the truth.  It's all the truth he needs or wants right now.
Think you could handle a quickie on the way home?"

   "What?  Where?"

   "I dropped Bill at his office on my way to pick you up.  He said he
might have something there for you.  His office isn't very large but has a
nice couch.  It's after hours and if Bill and I duck out the back way to
pick up Chinese for supper, you'll have at least half an hour to try the
couch out.

   As she was drifting off to sleep that night Amber couldn't help a short
giggle.  She had more money than she'd ever held before sitting on her
dresser, and that was only the remains of Carl's, "interview fee".  The,
"real money", was just some numbers and a date in a mini composition book
in her desk drawer.
   End of Part 5