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Full Service Girl
by Dudester (hawkjet@hotmail.com)
***
This story is about a stressed out middle aged manager
who, on holiday, checks into an aged hotel where he
meets a "Full Service Girl". (M/f-teen, ped, exh, rom)
***
Author Note: The following is a fantasy, and only a
fantasy, meant to appeal to those who embrace the idea
that a middle aged man can find true love with a young
teen girl. No children were involved in, or harmed, in
the writing of this story. Children are special and
should be cherished, and listened to.
By the way, this is mostly a romantic tale, actually
short on sex, and lengthy. If you're looking for a
quick fix, please go elsewhere. If you're that
religious guy who sends me those weird emails-get a
life. If you like my story, please check out my other
stuff at: http://www.asstr.org/~dude/
***
Saturday January 19, 2007
Thomas Haden picked up the last invoice in his inbox,
sighed, and looked at the order number in the right
upper corner of the sheet. He punched the ten digit
number into his computer. The computer form of the
invoice came up on the computer. He looked it over and
made three corrections. He then saved the invoice to a
file in his My Documents area. He then pulled up his
email box, prepared an email, and copied twenty
invoices to the email. He then sent the email, saving a
copy in his hard drive. He prepared another email, then
reminded his boss and staff that he would be on
vacation for the next two weeks. He sent the email,
then shut down.
He looked up from his computer. It was midday on
Saturday, and he was the only one in the office. He
stood up, went to the bathroom, emptied his bladder,
then exited the building, locking up after himself. He
then dialed the alarm service to let them know that he
was leaving and to put the building on full alarm.
Getting in his car, he was pleased to hear one of his
favorite ELO songs on the radio, He cranked the radio
and started the drive home.
When he got home he did a load in the washing machine
and dryer, then packed a suitcase. He cranked up his
home computer and checked his personal email then
cruised his favorite bulletin boards. There was only
one half interesting entry, to which he didn't reply.
He clicked off of the internet, cleaned his memory,
then he pulled up his favorite Sandra model images. He
cruised the images, feeling more like Sandra, than
Chelda or Skye today. One image jumped out at him.
"Oh yeah" he thought stroking his meat, "why can't
there be strip joints for girls like Sandra?" He
imagined her bumping and grinding onstage, then
approaching him with her tiny chest as he tipped her.
"Come back for a personal dance?" he asks. Sandra nods
her head. Minutes later, she's grinding her naked body
against his before she sinks to her knees and takes his
dick out. She grinds against him, getting the tip of
his dick in her tiny pussy. Sandra grips the back of
his neck with her right hand and grinds her hips into
his. He's able to get half his member in her. Both
Sandra and Thomas are getting sweaty and breathing
hard. Suddenly he shoots his cum into her. Sandra hugs
him as his pulses slow and he hears her raspy breathing
next to his ear. He tips her a hundred dollar bill. She
smiles and dismounts, being kind enough to zip him back
up again. Then she walks off to the dressing room, her
little ass wiggling as fluids between her thighs shine
in the half light of the club.
Thomas shot his wad into a napkin, spilling some on his
abdomen. He cleaned up, then shut down his computer. He
went into the kitchen and cooked himself an Italian
dinner before returning in front of his TV to watch one
of his favorite movies. As "Force Ten from Navarone"
started he dug into the lasagna casserole he made.
***
Sunday January 20, 2007
A nasty blue norther was blowing in as Thomas packed
his car. He was pleased to hear one of his favorite
church services on an am radio station. He cranked it
up as the choir was in rare form today, spilling out
some get down gospel, causing their congregation to
clap in unison to the beat. The preacher was even
extraordinarily upbeat form, keeping his sermon short
and funny. The choir got extra time after his sermon,
burning it down with more gospel.
The service must have affected the person working at
the station, who filled the next half hour with some
powerful christian music, including Shout to the Lord
and I'm a Friend of Jesus. Thomas sang along to the
music and felt cathartically better. He was deeply in
need of this kind of relief. Work had been a total
bitch lately with an unbelievable workload. He would've
gone to church today, but he needed to put miles
between his home/work and a rest place somewhere out in
the country. He had a map and was headed in a general
direction, but he didn't, as of yet, have a destination
in mind. Four hours later, he found the destination.
Forty years ago, Linwood had been a very busy place.
Then a major railroad terminal and transportation
crossroads, a number of local industries supported the
passenger and freight service. After Congress killed
the passenger rail, the bottling plant, ice plant, and
a number of restaurants and hotels closed. Business
shrank to one tenth of what it had been in the town.
Population of the town dwindled by sixty percent in
less than a decade, the hangers on being retirees,
those too stupid to get out, and those with a financial
status that allowed them to stay in the aged, but
scenic area.
The deserted main street, populated by aged brick
buildings caught Thomas' fancy. Many of the buildings
were shuttered, but there was something about the
1930's construction that exercised his imagination. He
easily imagined a bustling street with large bulky
1940's Fords, Buicks, Desotos, and Lincolns parked
along the curb while people in the dress of the time
went about their daily business.
He pulled off the main drag and found an open
restaurant. It was a no frills building with a dirt
parking lot, a green cinder block wall and brick facade
front. He went inside and saw the eight items on the
menu written on cardboard behind the counter. Thomas
ordered the Hamburger Deluxe, which meant a basket of
chips came with the burger. He wolfed down the burger
and chips, chasing it with a Pepsi before asking the
cook/waiter for a hotel. He was told to pick between
one two blocks away, and one next to the highway.
Thomas drove two blocks over and found a large old two
story stucco exterior building. The only clue that this
was a hotel was a faded green block of paint on the
front that read "Hotel". Thomas parked his car and made
his way to the spacious front porch. He took it in for
a few seconds before pulling open the heavy wooden
door.
He opened the door to a hotel lobby forgotten by time.
A large staircase was to his right. A row of chairs, at
least fifty years old, lined the back wall. A giant
sized map of the United States was placed above the
chairs. Two wooden doors, he supposed were rooms, were
to his left. Under the staircase was a door marked
"Manager". He went up to the door and rang a buzzer.
From inside the room he could hear rustling sounds. A
moment later, a white haired man in his seventies
appeared.
"Do you have a room?" Thomas asked.
The old man seemed stunned, recovering seconds later,
"Yes, yes, I have rooms" he answered.
"How much?"
"Thirty eight for the night, or two hundred for the
week."
"Do you take plastic?" Thomas asked.
The old man frowned. Thomas was prepared for that. He
pulled out his checkbook.
"Who do I make it out to?"
"City Hotel," the old man replied.
Thomas wrote the check and was directed to a room
upstairs. Thomas went upstairs to the room and was
greeted to the cold that not only was outside and the
lobby, but upstairs as well. The old man told him he
would turn on heat to the room and a moment later he
could hear the rush of steam and banging noises that
told him the early twentieth century heating system was
working.
Thomas unpacked, placing his clothes in a very worn
dresser. As he did this he felt his cell phone vibrate
in his pocket. He didn't recognize the number and he
decided he didn't want any interruptions. He turned the
cell phone off and placed it in the dresser. Finally,
he took out a book from his favorite author and sat
down to read.
***
Monday, January 21, 2007
Taking a shower in the morning was more of a daunting
task than Thomas ever anticipated. His room had a
private bathroom, one with an original claw foot cast
iron tub. The shower mechanism was simply a stainless
steel pipe that arose from the water faucet and curved-
there was no showerhead. Thomas had to play with the
faucet to get that happy medium somewhere between
scalding hot and bone chilling cold. Unlike modern
hotels, this one didn't have complimentary shampoo and
soap. Thomas was glad he had paid attention to his gut
instinct and brought his own.
After the shower, he dressed and went to the same
restaurant he had eaten in the night before. They had a
generous breakfast for a very moderate price. After
breakfast, he returned to his hotel room, but reading
the book in the quiet room had a deafening silence. He
took the book and went downstairs to the lobby to read.
About a half hour into reading the book, the old man
came out. A conversation and the old man told the story
of the building they were in, how he had inherited it
from his father, and kept it up as it just barely paid
for itself and was better than a boring retirement ( he
was retired from the railroad). After a little prodding
he found that the old man wasn't just single, but
happily so, almost seeming unable to date women because
of a social inadequacy. It was as this conversation was
ending that she walked in.
She looked to be between thirteen and fourteen. She had
a cherubic face with porcelain colored skin, almond
shaped eyes, a button nose, and plump full lips. Her
face was framed by thick black hair cut into a mop top
haircut. She was inappropriately dressed for the
weather, her jacket on, but open, her tube top tightly
wrapped around half orange sized and shaped breasts,
and a pair of daisy dukes that hugged her hips and
topped her long bare legs. She was carrying a small
black tote bag.
"Hi" she said as she approached him.
Thomas noticed the old man got up and went into his
office, closing and locking the door.
"Hello" Thomas replied as the girl sat and he wondered
what he was getting into. "I'm Thomas" he added,
wondering where the conversation would go.
"I'm Linda" the girl said, extending a hand.
Thomas noticed how cold her hand was. "Are you cold?"
he asked.
"It doesn't bother me" she answered as she noticed his
book. "I like the guy you're reading" she said, adding,
"I really like his book about the missing train. I
think it captures late 1970's Canadian politics very
well. That's why my teacher recommended it. I got an A
on that paper."
"Have you read his other books?"
"Not completely. I am fascinated by his obsession with
pre Columbian contact. I think he's on to something. I
referenced his theory on that in a science paper and
got marked down for that. It's the only B I got that
year."
"The only B?"
"I study hard. I want to get a scholarship to a major
university."
"What do you want to study?"
"Law, I want to be a lawyer. I will be, someday." she
paused a second, "Are you in town for the day, or are
you staying longer?"
"I haven't decided," Thomas answered, wondering if he
was being trapped. After a pregnant pause, he asked:
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?"
"It's M.L.K. day."
"Oh"
"What room are you in?" she asked.
"202" he warily answered, "Why?"
"I'm the hotel maid, but I'm also a full service girl"
she answered as she ran her finger along the top of her
tube top, revealing the first half inch of flesh.
"What kind of service do you offer?"
"Modeling, massage, there are other things on the
menu."
Thomas's head was reeling. It took a moment for him to
recover. "I want to believe you, but... tell you what,
hand me your bag."
"What for?"
"You need me to trust you. I want to trust you. I need
to know you're not wearing a wire."
She handed him the bag with a look of disgust. Thomas
fished through the bag, finding nothing electronic
except her cell phone-which was off. He put the bag
down on a chair, then told her to stand up. He stood
and carefully checked her jacket. Satisfied that she
wasn't recording their conversation, and with condoms,
a negligee, and baby oil in her bag that proved her
case, he handed her the bag and directed her to come
upstairs to his room.
Once in the privacy of his room he asked her again what
services she offered. Most of the services she offered
came in around two hundred dollars, but one caught his
attention.
"What's a full service massage?" he asked.
"You're naked, I'm naked. I really think you'll like
it."
"Let's go with that."
"O.k., undress and lie face down."
After he had paid her Linda watched him and slipped her
shorts down revealing she had no underwear and a
hairless pussy. Her tube top came off next landing next
to her shorts and sneakers.
Meanwhile, Thomas also disrobed. When he was nude,
Linda had him lay face down. Linda then straddled him
and began an expert massage, starting at his scalp and
working slowly and carefully down to his feet. Thomas
actually had to fight off drowsiness from the relaxing
effects of the massage. Linda then whispered to him to
turn over.
When Thomas turned over, she straddled his abdomen. She
started at the top of his scalp, but as she massaged
his face, she scooted her hips down and her groin came
into contact with his. She could feel his dick grow
from semi erectness to full hardness. She scooted back
up and lowered her breasts into his face. She lowered
first one, then other nipple to his lips. Thomas licked
and suckled on the large pink puffy nipples.
Linda then raised up, positioning herself directly over
his groin. She used the moisture from her gash as
lubrication. She began sliding back and forth on his
dick. He reached up, placing his hands on her very firm
breasts. She leaned against his hands and increased her
grinding-she was enjoying this as much as he was. He
began thrusting his hips up.
"I need to put my dick in you" he gasped.
"You have to put a condom on, o.k.?"
He nodded. She dismounted from him and retrieved a
condom from her bag. She took the condom out and
unrolled it on him. She then mounted him again, and
lowered herself onto him. It was a tight fit and he
could only get about three quarters of his dick into
her. She then began slowly humping him. She
established a rhythm, then the humping grew faster.
Thomas was unsatisfied, so he rotated her, placing her
under him while he stayed in her. She smiled, nervously
accepting what he was doing. It took him a few minutes
to get the position and rhythm he wanted, then he began
pumping her vigorously. The iron bed was slapping
against the wall, probably letting the manager know
what was going on upstairs, but Thomas was past caring.
He felt his cum rising and he shot his load into the
condom.
He collapsed on top of her, taking several minutes to
catch his breath. When his breath resumed at a normal
pace, he rolled off of her.
"Thank you, that was great" he told her.
"You're welcome" she said as she got up and started
fishing for her clothes.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Aren't you done?" she asked.
"Actually, no, um, can you stay?"
"You want me to stay?"
"Yeah."
"How long?"
"The rest of the day, and, um, can you swing the night
too?"
"You want me to stay the night?"
"You're good company, and you're good in bed. Besides,
I'm the kind of guy who feels that anything under two
hours is a rip off. I'd like to make love to you, not
just hit it, then we're done."
She sat on the edge of the bed. "No one's ever asked me
to stay the night."
"How long have you been doing this?"
She opened her mouth to answer, then decided to change
the topic, "So, how much.." she paused, thinking out
loud.
"Look, I paid you two hundred, how about five hundred
for the night?"
"For what?" she asked with a wariness in her eyes.
"Conversation, and regular sex."
"In advance, o.k.?"
"I'd have to go to an ATM, do you know where the
nearest one is?"
She thought for a moment. "Tell you what, I'll trust
you for a bit. We can do it, then after, we'll go to
the ATM. By the way, you have to buy me dinner too, a
nice dinner, o.k.?"
"Done."
Linda slid up next to Thomas. "So, how do you want to
do this?"
He answered her by kissing her, drinking in the
lusciousness of her lips. After seeing Pretty Woman,
Linda thought it wise to follow the rule about no
kissing on the lips, but her customer had caught her by
surprise. She returned the kisses, feeling his hands
gently gripping her head. This was new to her. She had
made out with a boy once, but he only touched her
around the ribs, this was better. Soon, he moved to
kissing her around the neck, then he slowly moved down
her body, pausing for a while at her breasts, where he
suckled on one nipple while he massaged the other
before he alternated.
This was better than anything Linda had ever
experienced. She had started offering full service six
months earlier, several months after she starting
working at the hotel. A guest, a man in his sixties,
had offered her fifty bucks to clean his room in the
nude. He seemed harmless enough, so she did. The next
day, he offered the fifty again, but then wanted more.
Because her vagina was so small, he couldn't get his
aged semi hard dick in, but she had got him off with a
handjob.
He made a couple of more return trips to the hotel
because of her. Because of the experiences from him,
she started dressing very skimpily. Since the old man,
she had given three blowjobs, one full service massage,
and one quickie. The quickie was where she actually
lost her virginity. He was only in his mid twenties and
she had yelped and cried, experiencing pain and
bleeding. Still, she was making an average of one
hundred and fifty per experience and her bank account
was beginning to look nice.
College was going to be expensive, her dad would be
little to no help, and the carefully looked after bank
account was going to be her escape kit from this town,
which she had come to loathe. This man had offered five
hundred for the night, which brought her closer to her
goal, and best yet, she was enjoying herself.
As Thomas placed his mouth on her groin, Linda was on
the verge of orgasm. Her breathing had sped up and she
was feeling contractions in her abdomen. As his tongue
circled her clit, she felt herself on the verge of
exploding. Sensing her proximity to orgasm, he sucked
on her clit.
Linda felt herself explode. A light went off in her
head, she screamed, and suddenly she had to get him off
her clit as waves of pleasure were slamming into her
body. She pushed his head off her clit, and she curled
into the fetal position as her first orgasm caused her
to spasm. As the waves subsided she laid back on her
back.
"What did you do to me?" she asked.
"Haven't you had an orgasm before?"
She shook her head with a smile. He placed his head
back between her legs. She suddenly felt very tender
between her legs. "Wait" she whispered, "it's very
tender there, go easy."
He took her warning and took his time licking her. He
looked up to see her cupping her breasts. Here eyes
were closed and her breathing was deep and fast. He
stuck a finger in her, which caused her to yelp. He
started finger fucking her while working her clit.
Linda felt herself ready to explode. She raised her
hips and started thrusting against his finger.
Suddenly, her second orgasm hit. She screamed and
pushed his hand and face away.
While she recovered from her orgasm, he took a condom
out from her bag. He wrapped his rascal, then climbed
back on the bed where Linda saw what he was about to
do, and adjusted her legs to accommodate him. He lined
himself up and entered her. Linda gasped several times
while he entered her, then began moaning while he began
pumping. After a minute, she found his rhythm and began
thrusting her hips to meet him.
Thomas leaned in and started kissing her while he
pumped her. Linda dug her hands into his shoulders as
she experienced the most erotic moment of her life.
Linda felt another orgasm building and as she began to
explode she heard him grunt and felt his dick spasm in
her. He collapsed on top of her.
It took five minutes for the couple to recover from
their love making. He rolled off of her and laid
alongside her body. She draped one of her legs over his
in a playful manner.
"That was incredible" he said.
"That was amazing!!" Linda added, "I've never done that
before."
"Never?" he asked.
"Never," she confirmed, "usually guys just get off, and
they're done. I mean you made my head go all a-a-a-a-a"
she said gesturing with her hands and head to indicate
a wild experience.
"You liked that?"
"Hell yeah."
"I'll need a little time to recover."
Linda rolled over and draped her body over his. She
laid her head on his chest. Thomas ran his hands over
the smooth skin of her back. Linda moaned softly. The
couple relaxed and fell asleep.
***
The ringing of Linda's cell phone awoke the couple from
their nap. Linda lazily raised her head, then realized
where she was and what was going on. "Oh shit" she said
as she shot straight up. She scrambled to her bag and
took the cell phone out. "Hi dad" she purred, answering
the phone. Thomas looked over at Linda. She gestured
with her eyes before saying, "Sorry dad, I was at
Cheryl's. We were having fun and I lost track of time."
Linda listened for a moment, then asked, "Dad, Cheryl
wants to know if it's o.k. if I spend the night, can
I?" She listened a moment, then added, "tomorrow is a
parent conference day, the calendar is on the fridge,"
then she improvised: "It's alright with her parents,
want to talk to her dad?" A moment later Linda handed
the phone to Thomas.
"Hello?" Thomas asked.
Thomas heard a male voice asking if it was alright if
Linda spent the night and if it was any trouble.
"No, she's no trouble at all. We love having her over."
The voice told him to bring her over in the morning.
"Sure," Thomas agreed before handing the phone back to
Linda.
"Talk to you later Dad," Linda said before ending the
call.
"What did I just do?" Thomas asked.
"Cheryl is a friend from school" Linda explained, "like
me, she wants to get out of this burg. My dad is a nice
guy, he loves me, but he's one of those artist types.
We live month to month, that's why I'm a full service
girl. I have a plan. I want out."
Thomas stood up and hugged Linda. The gesture caught
her by surprise. After a couple of seconds she hugged
him back.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"A little."
"What do you want to eat?"
"Ummm," she answered, "this is a small town, people
talk. There's another town ten miles over, they have
several restaurants. Is that o.k.?"
"Sure."
Linda walked over to her clothes. "We'll need to stop
at my place for a change of clothes."
"Sure, fine."
***
Tuesday January 22, 2007
"Hey" Thomas said.
"Hey back."
Thomas reached over and gently ran his hand through the
hair of the naked fourteen year old girl waking up next
to him. Linda moved her head so that her cheek was
brushed by his hand.
"What do you want to do today?" he asked.
"Well, first, you have to take me home, but you want to
do something interesting today?"
"Yeah, what do you have in mind?"
"I know a place. You'll need to pack a picnic lunch for
us."
"I think I can handle that."
Thomas slid his hand to her hips and pulled her to him.
Linda put a hand on his chest and pushed.
"No, I'm sore, besides, I, we, need a shower" she
giggled.
"Alright" he said as they rose from the bed and went
into the bathroom.
***
Thomas dropped off Linda at home at nine, but picked
her up again at ten. Linda directed him out of town and
towards a mountain range. A little under an hour later,
he parked near a campground. The couple got out, then
began an ascent up a trail.
For ninety minutes they climbed up the mountain,
sometimes pausing to take in the view. Finally, they
reached a lower summit of the mountain. The valley
floor spread out beneath them for hundreds of miles.
The view was nothing less than breathtaking. Linda told
Thomas to sit, then, in a hushed voice said: "Listen."
Thomas was quiet for a moment hearing only the sound of
the wind whistling through the pines before he
whispered: "What for?"
"What do you hear?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"Isn't that a wonderful sound?" Then after pausing a
moment added: "Cheryl brought me here with her family
once. I didn't want to leave. I enjoy the view, the
sound, the peace, isn't it perfect?"
"Yeah."
Linda hugged him, then held him for a moment. Finally,
the couple took out the picnic lunch and dined
heartily. After lunch, they sat and just took in the
view for a while more. Finally, they began the descent
to the campground.
It was mid afternoon when they got back to town. Linda
was still a little sore, so instead of heading back to
the hotel room for more sex, she directed him to drive
a ways out of town where a historic bridge crossed a
river. She showed him where to park, then took him for
a walk along the river. The scenery, like up in the
mountains, was beautiful. It was a nice walk and the
couple were in a very serene and happy mood when they
got back in the car.
It was early evening when they got back to town. The
other hotel in town had a diner. Linda wasn't thinking
of the pitfalls when she and Thomas went into the
diner. After they were seated a balding middle aged man
brought glasses of ice water to the table. He instantly
locked eyes with Linda, glaring at her as he slammed
the water into the table. Linda was returning the
glare. The man quickly walked away without a word.
Linda's resolve instantly melted, "let's get out of
here" she said as she got up.
Linda was in a full cry as they reached the front door.
She was barely able to walk with her eyes full of
tears, but was able to get in the car. As Thomas got
in, she started punching the dashboard.
"I hate this fucking town. I'm never going to get out
of this fucking town," she moaned before dissolving
into tears again. Thomas pulled her to him. She bent
over, laying her head in his lap. An idea began to form
in his head as he put the car in gear and pulled out
onto the highway. Several minutes later, Linda composed
herself enough to say: "Take me home."
"I'd like to take you someplace better, if it's
alright. I have an idea."
"Alright," she whimpered.
Two hours later, Thomas pulled into the parking lot of
a major department store in his city. He took Linda in
and found the women's department. They found an old
woman and a young lady behind a cash register.
"Can we help you?" the old lady challenged.
Thomas handed her a credit card. "Make her look
fabulous, I'll be back in an hour" he said, then
leaning in he whispered, "Formal dinner."
Thomas left the department store, quickly executing his
plan. Most of what he needed was within walking
distance of the store, the trick was to make sure that
the places he needed to go to were open.
When Thomas returned to the department store he found
that Linda was now in a white gown. Her hair was curled
and the makeup on her face was impeccable. Thomas was
in a tuxedo and he was accompanied by a man carrying
three boxes.
"What do you think?" the young lady asked.
"Very nice, but incomplete."
The look on Linda's face went from a smile to a frown,
but changed again to a happy anticipation when Thomas
took the first box and opened it. He took out a large
elaborate silver necklace, inlaid with sapphires, out
of the box. Linda gasped and her smile returned. Thomas
put the necklace on around her neck, then returned to
the man with the boxes. He opened the second box and
took out a large bouquet of roses. He handed the roses
to Linda, then stepped back a second.
"And now, for the piece de resistance' " he said as he
opened the third box.
He took out a beautiful tiara, which caused all three
females to gasp. With the help of the young lady, he
placed the tiara on her head. He stepped back, then
said, "Yes, the picture is now complete."
He turned to the old woman and said: "It's cold
outside, she'll need an appropriate jacket."
"I have something in her size" she said as she
disappeared.
The old woman returned a moment later with a
fashionable jacket. A gleaming Linda looked absolutely
radiant as the jacket went on. Thomas settled up his
bill and took the credit card back. Thomas then led
Linda from the store.
As they went outside, Linda started to angle towards
where Thomas had parked his car.
"Where you going?" Thomas asked.
Linda stopped and turned back to Thomas with a
quizzical look.
"Milady, your chariot awaits," he said as he gestured
towards a limo parked near the store entrance.
Linda's jaw dropped as Thomas stepped towards the limo
and opened the door. Linda had only seen a limo on TV
and she happily strode towards the opened door feeling
like she was living a dream.
Thomas opened the door to the limo. Linda started to
pile in, then stopped, trying to find a sophisticated
way to glide in. It took a couple of tries until she
got an angle she was comfortable with. Finally inside,
she slid over on one of the bench seats. Thomas slid in
next to her. She cuddled up next to him, carefully
cradling the roses.
"What's next?" Linda asked.
"Dinner fit for a Queen."
"A Queen?"
"You look positively radiant tonight, regal, rare,
special."
Linda gave Thomas a lingering smoldering kiss.
"I'd make love to you here," she whispered, "but not in
front of the driver."
He cuddled her, "we'll be there in about two minutes"
he told her in a subdued voice.
Four minutes later the limo pulled up in front of a
steakhouse. The building was unremarkable from the
outside, but inside there was clearly a late 1800's
motif going on. A hostess dressed as a saloon girl
asked: "Can I help you?"
"Haden, party of two," Thomas answered.
The hostess lit up, "Right this way" she said, leading
the couple to a spacious corner booth lit only with a
trio of candles and some dim background lighting.
Thomas slipped the hostess a twenty. She smiled and
slinked away, motioning to a waiter.
Within a minute, glasses of water, tea, and salads
appeared on the table.
"Come here often?" Linda laughed.
"Actually, I found it by accident. When family members
have visited, I've brought them here, but this is the
first time I've brought someone here that wasn't
family."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. This place, for me, is only for special
occasions."
Linda blushed, then only had a chance to take a bite
when a piano started up in the room.
"I believe they're playing our song," Thomas said he
stood up, extending a hand.
Thomas led her to a small dance floor about twenty feet
away. As Journey's "Faithfully" played on the piano, he
twirled her around the floor. When the song ended, the
couple returned to their booth.
"It's the perfect night" Linda mused, "dinner, dancing,
the perfect place."
"Actually, if we would've gone to a play first, it
would've been perfect, but this was all last second."
Linda placed a hand on his thigh. "I think someone's
going to get lucky tonight."
The couple were served Chateaubriand after they
completed their salads. The couple savored their
dinner, pausing a couple of times to dance.
After dinner, the limo whisked the couple off to a high
rise hotel. Check in went fast, with the Desk Clerk
telling Thomas that the clothes they had worn to the
store had been laundered and delivered to their room.
The couple then went to the nineteenth floor and
entered their room. Thomas led Linda to a curtain and
had her stay still while he turned out the lights in
the room. Thomas then opened the curtain.
The lights of the city, looking like multi colored gems
laid out on black velvet, spilled out before them.
Thomas walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around
her waist.
"It's beautiful," Linda whispered as she started to
gently cry.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She turned to face him. "This is the most perfect night
of my life, perfect, but tomorrow I have to go back to
that shit hole."
"You don't have to go back, if you don't want."
"What do you mean?"
"We'll talk to your father. We'll convince him that
it's in your best interests to stay in the city, with
me."
"You'd do that for me?"
"For you my Queen, milady, absolutely."
Linda gave Thomas a smoldering kiss, then led him to
the bed where they made love deep into the night.
***
The sun would come up the next day, shining light on a
new life begun, a new reality for a pair of lovers, who
would make the best of a new life.
EPILOGUE
For thousands of years men married girls aged twelve to
fifteen. This was necessary because child birth is
traumatic to the body and young teens bounce back
quickly from traumatic injuries. It was the explosion
of child pornography in the late 1970's that caused a
change in the culture. Child advocates suddenly
appeared, causing a sea change in laws. Almost
overnight, the admirer of young flesh became the
boogeyman.
Lately men have been punished for doing what they have
been doing for thousands of years. Overlooked in all of
this is not only nature, but also the true feelings of
the girls for whom these laws were created. What
started me thinking this was an interview I saw in the
paper in 2001. A local high school had been the
National Champion of the Academic Decathlon for two
years running. Naturally, the five girls on the team
finished at the top of their graduating class. In the
interview, four of the five girls on the team said they
weren't looking forward to working for the next thirty
to forty years.
Yes, the feminist revolution is rejected by some
females, and not just those who drop out of school and
live in trailer parks, but also those from upper middle
class homes with bright futures. It is because of this,
and a belief in young passionate females that I write
these kinds of stories. When I was in High School, I
found out that I wasn't just competing with other High
School guys for female attention, I was also competing
with affluent grown males who were marrying underage
girls left and right. I saw girls as young as twelve
marry grown men.
A history teacher once told me that the pendulum swings
back and forth on cultural changes. A conservative
society evolves into a liberal society, then eventually
back to a conservative society. In the 1970's children
were considered property in some jurisdictions. The
outlawing of child pornography, and the Traci Lords
pornography scandal in 1985 caused a passage of laws
that not only protected, but empowered children.
Children deserve protection, but they also deserve the
chance to follow their hearts and feelings.
The puritanical zeal to punish "offenders" who hurt
children, has also punished parents who have taken
innocent pictures of their children in the bathtub.
These parents have been separated from their children
and labeled sex offenders. Some parents have been
forced to live in other countries to avoid prosecution.
The zeal to protect children has become an out of
control crusade that sometimes tramples on the
innocent. Thank God the First Amendment still exists.
There are great many Lolita stories out there, but the
majority of them are poorly constructed. A child
doesn't understand discretion and this is why child
molesters get caught and many Lolita stories fall on
their face. In order to construct the perfect Lolita
story, first you have to separate the girl, emotionally
and physically, from her family and friends. If you
don't, the girl will tell someone about her romance,
then the jig is up for the guy.
Second, you have to make the girl and man emotionally
dependent on each other. It helps if you can create a
situation where the girl and man have a situation where
they can grow their relationship away from the prying
eyes of those who would call the cops, or social
services, to check out the May/December romance.
Lastly, you must develop an escape hatch for both parts
of the relationship, in case one or the other decides
to move on.
I hope that you enjoyed this story. If you have, I have
an entire library of stories at asstr.org that you can
peruse. Please support the First Amendment, and vote
responsibly-or we can kiss the right to read and write
such stories goodbye.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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