Runaway choices 2
By Oneheavyhand


Keywords: Mf, oral

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	Darrell introduced himself to the girl, describing himself as an
avid photographer and sometimes agent. Only his name and the word
agent catching in the 14 year olds brain as he asked if she was
hungry. Jackie nodded, her throat still hurt from the intrusion
of the man’s dick, but her stomach hurt even more.

	"I'll put out some clothes, bathrooms second door on the left
and you will be in the room straight across." He said pointing
down the hall. "Get cleaned up and changed."

	Stepping into the bathroom was like stepping into another world.
The room was as big as her bedroom back home, the tub the size of
a small pool with a dozen jets built into the sides. The shower
looked like some sort of standup time machine, surrounded by
clear glass and gold trim. And the tiles felt warm to her feet,
nothing like the cold bathroom floor she was used to. Hanging
between the tub and shower were two white robes each with a large
white matching towel beside it.

	She was in her own personal heaven, the warm massaging waters
tingling against her skin where it touched and the scent of roses
rising from the suds that soon covered her from head to toe.
Jackie basked in the simple pleasure of the shower until she
heard a buzzing sound and then Darrell's voice as he told her
dinner would be ready in five minutes.

	The bedroom was far plainer than the bathroom containing just a
queen bed and matching dresser.  Both were set well to the back
of the large room making Jackie wonder how big the house was. 
The bed was gorgeous, with ornate cut round posts rising to the
ceiling from all four corners like centurions posted around the
spinning fan and dress laid out for her to wear.

	Jackie sat quietly, her mind drifting as Darrell slipped in and
out of sleep while watching the nightly news. This was what she
had dreamed of when she met Alex, this was why she had come to
Hollywood. It wasn’t perfect, and she had a rocky start. All that
she thought as she stretched her arms over her head and yawned
tiredly was in the past.

	Darrell woke early, turning on the screen stuffed into the glass
top of the bedroom desk. His fingers flew across the keyboard
layout, the screen displaying a growing green bar as he headed
into the bathroom for a quick shower. The download complete by
the time he finished shaving. The screen now showed an empty four
poster bed with a floral yellow dress lying atop it. Darrell
dressed as a girl came into the picture, her blond hair tightly
wrapped in a white towel and her frame filled out by the thick
warm robe.

	Darrell watched as the girl looked around the room, opening
every drawer and both doors she found. After assuring herself
there was nothing to find she slipped out of the robe, tossing it
to the floor then pulling the dress off the bed and over her
head. The camera only afforded a view of her naked back side, a
tease that set the creative juices flowing.

	Dressed for a much warmer day, Darrell watched Jackie return to
the room some time later. Her blond hair falling around her
shoulders as she bent forward and tossed the robe onto the bed.
The girl would need some tutoring he thought to himself as she
pulled the dress off and slipped the robe back on. His eyes
caught the hint of her developing breast as she turned around and
fell back onto the soft mattress his smile spreading as the robe
fell open.

	Darrell took stock of his-self then turned the screen off.
Stopping to pressing one of the icons on the monitor by the door,
Darrell called "Breakfast, fifteen minutes!" then made his way
down the carpeted stairs and into the kitchen.

 	"Wear what you want!" he said to the robe clad girl. Her bright
green eyes glazed over as she stepped past him and into a
wonderland of clothes. There were girls and boy's clothes from
wall to wall, each piece neatly folded and placed in open shelves
or hung above racks of shoes and colorful boxes. Scarfs hung on
the back of the wall along with a variety of belts both girls and
boys, panties, bras and boy's underwear still in the packaging
stuffed near over flowing from three bin's on the floor.

	The girl knew everything had a price. Even had she not already
known, the last few days had taught her that. Still she wanted
all she saw, she wanted the pink panties and lace bra and she
wanted the short blue skirt, the white blouse with blue crossing
threads, the thin sole sandals, and the silver box filled with
blush, polish, and lipsticks. She was in Hollywood now and knew
she had to dress the part if she wanted to make it big. If that
meant sucking Darrell off a few times Jackie was willing.

 	Darrell spent much of the morning tucked away in an office just
off the main room, sticking his head out every so often to check
up on his guest before disappearing yet again. Lunch came and
past with cold sandwiches and an afternoon dip in the heated pool
where Darrell showed with camera in hand. "Act like I'm not
here." he told her as he set up the tripod, the sound of a
shutter clicking rapidly as the lens followed her every step.
When she tired of swimming, Darrell lathered her soft skin with
sunscreen then turned the camera on her yet again. Jackie was
thinking she would never get a tan when Darrell gave her a smile
and took the camera back inside.

	"I have to go out." Darrell told her as they sat at the dinner
table. "I want to get you started tomorrow."

	"Started doing what?" Jackie asked, holding now empty fork in
front of her painted lips.

	"Learning. You have a lot to learn if I'm to make anything of
you."

	Jackie smiled as she dreamed of what acting lessons would be
like, and what her coach would look like. She hopped he would be
a tall muscular man, someone who didn't look quite as bland as
Darrell. She caught herself thinking of making love to the man,
bringing her-self out of the dream as Darrell excused himself by
saying, "Make yourself at home and my cell is programmed into the
intercom."

	The house contained at least ten rooms best Jackie could guess,
not including the living room and kitchen. Most were hidden
behind locked doors leaving Jackie wondering what treasures the
man had hidden behind them. She did have access to the big T.V.
and over four hundred cable channels as well as the pool and a
sports room containing a ping pong table and elaborately carved
pool table. After a few games Jackie found she was pretty good at
hitting the balls into the pockets and was bent over half the
table trying to line up a shot when Darrell walked into the room.

	Darrell wished he had his camera with him as he looked on at the
perfect round ass the thin pink line of her panties tucked nicely
into the crevice between the two firm mounds of flesh. Darrell's
voyeur nature never tiring of such sights watched on unnoticed as
the cue flew forward and she lunged out of the way of an errant
ball.

	"You play pretty good." he said as a ball fell, clapping his
hands in congratulations and smiling at the suddenness of her
spin. He had caught her totally unaware making the vision still
filling his head all the more special. "If you can catch your
heart I'll play you."

	Balls fell into the pockets with a clack, the hours of play
lending to Jackie’s growing confidence even as Darrell’s pore
choice of shots made her wonder if he had ever touched a stick
before that night. She won the first and second games by five
balls and another by two, thinking her-self a natural by the time
Darrell if she wanted to bet on the next game she was all ears.

	"You break, every ball is worth one piece of clothes. Scratch
and loose em all." Jackie thought about it for a half second, he
had been scratching every three or four shots so as she saw it
she couldn't lose more than her shoes and socks and maybe her
blouse before he lost everything.

	Ten minutes later Darrell stood with his hand out, Jackie
handing him the pink panties as she tried to use the corner of
the table to hide her nakedness. "Lesson one." he said as he
gently pushed the cue against her belly. "Never bet a man at his
own game." Darrell pushed the handle once hard enough to force
Jackie to take a step back, his eyes falling to her exposed
breast. Darrell continued pushing lightly as he came around the
table, his eyes traveling down her flat stomach to the blond hair
sticking out from between her legs.

	"A natural blond, not a lot like you."

	Jackie stood with her back to the wall, her body trembling as
Darrell reached out to gently push the hair from her eyes.
Suddenly she felt like she was back in her dream, the coaches’
face blurred as she let him pull her into a passionate kiss. It
was Darrell's face she saw as the kiss broke, Darrell’s hands
pulling her waste to his. Jackie had felt the trembling in her
belly when she had given in to her first boyfriend, and again
each time she let the second lay atop her in the back seat of his
car. It was the tingling in her toes that brought the words to
her lips however, the effects of stranger’s fingers as they
caressed the crease hidden deep beneath the un-kept hair.

	Darrell was ready to oblige the girls request to fuck her.
Lifting her light frame and setting it gently on the edge of the
pool table, his legs spreading hers as he stared into her bright
green eyes. Darrel could feel the trembling in her fingers as she
opened his pants, and could see the moment in her eyes as she
felt the touch of his cock. The sound of her breath rushing past
her lips turned into a moan then a gasp as he reached beneath and
pulled her ass off the table.

	Jackie couldn't remember it having felt so intense. Even when
she had gone a week without fingering herself she had not felt
the tentacles of energy run so deep. Nothing existed around her,
her mind closing off all thought as her host plunged his manhood
within her. Over and over the shots of pleasure rushing from her
toes to her nose, the man’s fingers digging into her ass cheeks
as his grunts of pleasure grew louder and faster. All she could
hear was the sound of flesh on flesh, his hips slapping against
hers as the heat from her groin spread rapidly through her
stomach.

	Darrell stopped as he felt his orgasm grow knowing a pregnant
girl would only bring questions he didn't want to answer. His
hands cupping her round cheeks and lifting her as he took a half
step back before lowering her feet to the floor, their mouths
meeting as she took hold of his cock with both hands. Darrell
took pleasure in her mouth, the girl’s willingness to give in to
his needs bringing memories of his own childhood to mind. It took
only a few minutes to build himself back up, his balls pulling up
into his groin as he reached around the back of her head.

	Jackie had thought about this moment the night before as she lay
waiting sleep and again when she took him into her mouth. She
knew she had to please him, that or try her luck on the streets.
A vision of the woman back in the alley crossed through Jackie's
mind as she took a deep breath, the thick shaft catching then
popping into her throat as she forced herself to swallow. A
moment later she felt the warm flow of fluid as Darrell's sack
emptied its load. As the cock slipped slowly from her lips Jackie
stared up triumphant.

	Darrell rewarded his find by letting the girl cuddle to him as
they sat watching T.V. He hadn't given her back the clothing and
found her warm body felt right tucked tight under his arm as she
was. He knew it was a bad idea to give the girl too much comfort
of the personal sort, the closer he let her get the harder it
would be for her to let go. Darrell looked down at and smiled,
she deserved it.

	The following morning at 7am sharp Jackie was woken by the buzz
of the intercom, Darrell's voice reminding her she had fifteen
minutes till breakfast. Darrell had spent a few extra minutes
before bed filling Jackie in on what he called the house rules.
First was never be late if she wanted to eat. Second was never
come to the table dirty, and never walk in the house with wet
clothes on. The latter seemed kind of silly but she wasn't about
to question the first two. A quick shower and Jackie arrived at
the table as Darrell put the first plate of pancakes down.

	Half way through breakfast Darrell put his fork down, absently
starring into Jackie’s dark green eyes. His fingers stroked his
hairless face for a few seconds before he spoke. "A friend will
be by at eight to pick you up. I expect she will help you dress,
and I expect you will pay attention."

	Jackie had heard that tone before it was the tone her dad used
when demanding her attention and respect, the tone that said a
spanking is next. Nodding, Jackie kept her eyes on Darrell’s fork
and a smile on her face as she asked. "Who is she?"

	"A friend, one that will teach you what you need to know if you
do what you’re told." Darrell looked back down at his plate and
picked at the syrup covered pancake before continuing, "One week
and you have to be ready."

	Jackie's smile brightened as she thought she knew what she had
to be ready for. "You have me an audition already?" she asked
excitedly.

	"You'll see." was all would say. A raised hand bringing quiet
back to the table as the two finished eating and Darrell cleared
the dishes.

	Two minutes to eight a melody of bells rang throughout the
house. The monitor by the door to her room showed a picture of a
young black lady, behind her an older white man sporting a number
of thick gold chains around his neck. She instantly took the man
to be a hustler or pimp, and though she saw nothing outward on
the black lady, she couldn't help but think of her as a hooker.
Seeing the two talking towards the door, Jackie headed for the
great room.

	Introductions were short, Darrell pointing to Jackie as he told
the couple she was the one he had told them about. After a few
awkward seconds as the two agreed with some unspoken statement,
Darrell introduced Jackie to the black girl as Kenya then told
the two to get along nicely as he lead the gold draped man into
the office.

	"So let’s get a look at you." Kenya announced, walking around
Jackie then turning her face side to side as if looking at a race
horse. "Darrell’s never wrong. Thousand girls and he always finds
the best."

	Jackie tried to smile, she felt awkward and uncomfortable, and
had no idea what the girl meant by the best. Feeling she had to
say something, Jackie sputtered "He's going to get me an
audition."

	"More than that!" Kenya exclaimed, "Girl, with a body like that
he's going to put you right into the action. Now let’s get you
dressed."

	With that the lessons began. It didn't feel like lessons, though
Jackie knew everything Kenya told her from what clothes matched
her eyes to how much skin to show was meant to be remembered.
Between the important parts the two talked as girls tend to do,
Jackie filling Kenya in on how she ended up in Darrell’s charge,
Kenya in turn telling her own story.

	Kenya had made her way to Hollywood four years earlier, the
prodigy of a street walker who tired of watching her mother build
her own coffin of Crack. Kenya talked as if she had no care of
what happened as she told Jackie of how she had hitch hiked her
way from Baton Rouge to Los Angeles, and how she paid her way.
Jackie couldn't help but shiver as Kenya described the way the
men had treated her, often taking payment two and three times on
some of the longer stretches.

	Kenya arrived a nasty mess, her clothes all but ruined from road
dirt or semen. Kenya told Jackie how she had spent three weeks
living in the field next to the truck stop she had been left at.
The little money she made from the drivers paying for food and
some new cloths, and quite a few showers. It was after one such
shower as Kenya made her way through the yard of trucks that she
ran into the wrong man, an off duty officer who after being
propositioned promptly arrested her.

	It took three days before the police figured out who she was and
transferred her to Juvi, then another week to get her set up for
return to Baton Rouge. Kenya kept her ears open listening for any
tidbit she could use and befriending anyone willing to talk. That
and her inexperience lead to one of the old time hookers giving
her a name, the name of a man that had been known to give the
younger ones a helping hand. That name and an officer that was
willing to let her escape in exchange for ten minutes with her in
the stall of a gas station bathroom, and Kenya was on her way to
getting off the streets for good.
	
	"You got to be willing to do what it takes out here." Kenya said
as the two sat eating lunch outside the Chipotles. "And this aint
baseball neither girl, you fuck up that one chance and you never
get another."

	"How do you know?"

	"Listen, you don't. No one's going to wave a flag or flash no
lights. You got to make your ship come in, aint no one going to
do it for you."

	"Darrell..."

	"Sweetie, Darrell is like everyone else. All about what's in it
for him, he's just honest about it. He'll give you what you aint
got but he aint going to hold no punches when the time comes."

	"So he wants me to be a hooker? Is that why you're here?" Jackie
felt her world starting to tumble down around her head a second
time in just a week. How could she have thought he could actually
get her an acting job?

	"No darling, you'll be making him a lot more money in front of
the camera."

	"Did Darrell help you?"

	Kenya shook her head side to side slightly as she took a bite of
her salad. "Agents aint all the same. Mine was a bastard, took me
in then fucked the shit outa me for three days before giving me
an address and telling me not to come back without the check.
Fucker didn't even give me cab fare."

	Jackie swallowed hard as she asked, "Did you get the part?"

	"Hell yea!" Kenya said with a smile. "Wasn't no different than
what I done been doing. Just the guys were clean and better
looking."

	Jackie’s eyes turned bright green as she leaned forward and
whispered, "It was a porn wasn’t it?"

	"What you think it was girl! You aint got yourself to thinking
its Disney you’re going to be working with?" Kenya laughed as she
gathered up the trash and leading Jackie back up the street as
she gave the girl pointers on how to get a man's attention when
walking. The girls had been out over six hours by the time they
returned to find Darrell and Wes sitting out by the pool.

	Kenya watched as Jackie began changing into her bikini, a
playful smile on her face as she reached out and took Jackie’s
hands, pulling her close and wrapping the girl’s arms around her
waist as she placed her lips against Jackie’s. She felt Jackie
tense up in surprise, then melt into her arms. "Trust me." She
said as her fingers roamed down Jackie’s back and over her firm
cheeks. The smell of their passion overpowering the perfumes as
Kenya kissed her way down Jackie’s belly.

	Jackie had never done anything with a girl, not even her best
friend. She couldn't believe Kenya was kissing her, wanting her
as if she was a man. Back home it would have been wrong, but here
it was different and exciting. Not knowing what she was supposed
to do, Jackie relaxed and let Kenya take the lead. She soon
learned the touch of a woman could leave another weak and
battered from within. Her orgasms coaxed from every fiber, her
passion uncontrollable while Kenya still licked and fingered her
pussy.

	Their immediate needs spent, the girls played around in the pool
like ten year olds as the men idly watched. Tiring of the games
the two laid themselves out beside the men, offering up a tube of
suntan lotion as they waited expectantly. Neither of the men
needed prompting, the girls soon moaning beneath their breath as
gentle fingers massaged the lotion into their shoulders and
backs. The kneading of their muscles skipping down to the girls
legs as they shivered in ticklish delight.

	Spreading the lotion back up her Jackie’s right leg, Darrell
slipped a finger under the taunt fabric then down the crack of
her ass. Her ass muscles tightening as the finger passed over her
anus then over the wet opening of her cunt. Jackie spread her
legs as Darrell continued rubbing, his finger moving to her clit
as he felt her juices begin to flow.

	Jackie watched as Wes pulled Kenya up onto her knees, his cock
looking far too big to fit in the small hole she had so recently
been introduced too. Kenya's eyes meet hers as Wes pushed himself
forward Kenya’s eye's fluttering then closing as Jackie felt the
pair of hands pulling against her waste. Moments later she felt
the pressure of his cock to her pussy, her eyes furrowing as she
realized something felt odd. It wasn't a bad feeling, just not
the same as the day before.

	Darrell looked down at the girl bent over before him, her firm
ass cheeks spread open and her rose bud closed like a sleeping
eye. She looked so perfect with her blond hair plastered around
his condom covered cock he couldn't help but let himself go.
Jackie thrust back against him with the same force as he into
her, his cock pounding into her depths to bring a groan from her
lips. Darrell felt the tightening of her cunt muscles around his
cock, and pushed his thumb against the tiny brown opening of her
ass. Jackie moaned loudly, her orgasm hitting just as he emptied
his load.

	With the two couples spent they retired to the air conditioning,
Jackie pulling Darrell back as Kenya headed into the kitchen and
Wes the bathroom. She had thought this out after Kenya spilled
the beans, looking thoughtfully up at Darrell as she asked "Am I
going to be in a porno?"

	Darrell opened his mouth to tell her she could leave if she
didn't want to, changing his mind as he looked into the deep
green of her eyes. "It's not as bad as it sounds." he said as he
took her hands and smiled. "Just pretend it's me."

	 She didn't know why she felt so happy, her eyes tearing as she
pulled herself against him. She knew what she felt was all wrong
she should be upset, should yell and scream. But she only wanted
to hold him, her mind and body simply refusing to hate this
strange and wonderful man.

	Darrell pulled her face up to look at him, his lips kissing away
a stray tear before smiling down weakly and asking, "You ok?"

	Jackie nodded, a smile coming to her face as she popped up onto
tip toes and kissed him. "I'll be the best actress you ever saw!
I promise."

	

	To be continued...