Chapter 12B: The Top, the Bottom, and the Whore
Amy followed Steve into his luxury suite at the Cleveland Hilton.
He'd bought her two outfits. The schoolgirl uniform that had started their conversation earlier had cost about $160. The second outfit was pure lingerie, a small little thong and a push-up bustier that had cost another $100. With a swipe of his credit card, Steve had paid for them both, and Amy had scored $260 worth of free items at the mall.
Beat that, Elissa, the young girl had thought excitedly once the purchase was complete. She could already see herself winning. She could see the look of shock in her friend's eyes when she realized that the CD's she'd stolen or flirted for didn't come close to the $260 benchmark Amy had just set.
But now Amy had to pay Steve back. She had to model these outfits for him, to "earn" them, as he'd put it. But that was okay. All she had to do was change into her new outfits and let him see her wearing them. No big deal. Deep down, the thought of posing for a published writer even excited the girl.
The room was large and clean, except for a table scattered with 8x10 glossies of teenage girl models. The sight of that alone almost made Amy wet: she'd wondered if this guy, who claimed to be a writer for one of the most popular teen-girl magazines out there, was legit. Now she knew that he was. If he wasn't for real, why would he have all these pictures?
"We don't have much time," Steve said after they entered the room. "Normally I'd offer you a drink or some dinner..."
"I'm not hungry anyway," the svelte teenager said. She smiled at him and clenched the Hot Stuff bags in her hands. "I'll go change right now."
Amy was in the bathroom a moment later and she quickly stripped herself nude. She'd never been inside such a nice hotel, and couldn't believe one existed in the shithole that was Cleveland. Yet here she was. Trembling with excitement, Amy began to take her clothes off. She was about to earn nearly $300 worth of free clothes just by modeling them for this guy! And not just any guy, either: a successful, published author. Amy felt her young cunt dampen.
She decided to try on the schoolgirl outfit first. She pulled up the garter belt first, then the fishnet stockings, which she quickly clasped into place. Then she put on the skirt—way too short, but that was obviously the point. The top came on last, which she tied in place around her orange-sized boobs. Just like on the mannequin, Amy tied the tight top just below her tits, only in real life this style managed to push her little breasts up and together, giving the 14-year-old some rather impressive cleavage.
Amy only weighed about 92 pounds, and was in every respect a small, still developing young girl. Yet the outfit fit her perfectly. The idea that such a slutty outfit could be manufactured for girls her age and size was awesome. After all, it meant that she wasn't the only girl out there who liked to behave like a slut once in a while!
It was with some apprehensiveness, though, that Amy walked out of the bathroom dressed like this. She knew she looked like a total whore. She knew it. Her flat, just-pubescent belly was totally exposed, and her boobs weren't supported by any sort of bra, making them jiggle visibly with every step she took. She felt awkward and nervous as she walked into the room.
Steve was sitting at the table scattered with the 8x10's, and he was busily typing away at his laptop computer. He seemed too distracted to notice her at first, which made the girl feel even more awkward. But then he looked up and locked his eyes on her.
"Wow," he said. "God really does exist."
"I guess," she blushed. "This makes me look so... slutty, though!"
Steve smiled. Then he said, "No, it makes you look like a horny little girl. And that's what you wanted, right?"
She blushed. God he was good. She nodded.
"Even though it makes you look like a slutty little tramp? You like looking like that?"
Amy blushed further. She looked away from him and bit her lower lip.
"It's okay," Steve said, standing up and walking towards her. "Believe me, I know what you girls go through nowadays. All your heroes dress like whores—Brittany Spears, Lindsey Lohan, Christina Agulera... and once one, just one of your classmates begin to emulate them, you're forced to compete. Isn't that so?"
Amy wasn't quite sure what he was talking about, but she nodded her head anyway.
"That's why you buy outfits like these, isn't it?" he asked softly. She remained frozen in place while he sighed. Then he asked, "Do you want to know one of the dirty-little-secrets of the publishing industry, Amy?"
The girl remained frozen in place. Steve had come within inches of her. His eyes were ravaging her body, and she felt totally vulnerable. Still, her panties were getting wet. God, what was wrong with her?
"The dirty little secret," he said with a chilling voice, "is that only 65% of teen-girl magazine sales can be attributed to actual teenage girls. Guess who makes up the remaining 35%?"
Amy didn't have to guess, but she remained quiet and cast her eyes down to the floor.
"Men," Steve breathed. His hand came up to her cheek just then, barely touching it, gently pushing a strand of her long red hair off to the side.
"Adult men," he continued while she trembled. "It's ironic. When we're teenage boys we jerk off at the underwear section of JC Penny's catalogs. But when we're adults, we jerk off to pictures of girls like you in teeny-bopper magazines, girls like you who we should have been fucking when we were younger."
"D-do," Amy stammered as he gently caressed her cheek, "do you like the... outfit?" She was trying to change the subject as casually as she knew how.
He smiled down into her eyes. "Oh, definitely," he said. "You look incredible. You're a very beautiful girl, Amy."
The immature teen couldn't help but feel flattered. "No..." she said, embarrassed.
"It's true," the man went on. "In fact, I'm sure you could be a model. You have the look."
"Really?" Amy asked, surprised and flattered.
"Oh, I'm positive," he said. "In fact, remind me to give you my card after all this. A friend of mine out in LA is looking for new talent. I owe him a favor—introducing you to him would more than satisfy it. Would you like that?"
Would she? Would she like meeting a talent agent from Los Angeles, the place where nobody's became stars overnight? Hell yeah she would!
Her eyes were welling up with tears as she gazed up into his eyes. She was smiling, but her chin was trembling. "That would... I mean, that would be so great!" she blurted.
"Good," Steve said while slowly taking a few steps away from her.
Amy wiped a tear away as she gazed at him. This man, she realized, was promising to change her life. To meet a talent agent in L.A.? To possibly become a model? It would make everything so much better, he had no idea. No idea.
"Let's see how that outfit comes off," Steve suddenly said after picking up a spiral notepad and a pen.
"What?" Amy asked. He was a good seven feet from her now, and he looked serious.
He raised an eyebrow. "I said, take it off. But do it like you normally would. I need to note the details."
To see if there's some sort of difficulty he should point out in his column? the girl wondered. Well, he'd just spent almost $300 on her, and he was basically promising her a totally better life. If he'd asked her to shave her head she would have been obligated to obey.
The 14-year-old teenager undressed as casually as she could. It was hard to undress "normally" with a man taking notes while she did, but Amy did her best.
She untied the shirt first and tossed it to the side. Her small tits were on full display. Doing her best to pretend no one was watching, Amy bent slightly at her waist to push down the skirt. Next went the garter belt and fishnet stockings, then finally her panties.
He wasn't taking notes anymore, Amy noticed as she shivered in the cool room. But he did have a massive hard on.
"Good," he breathed. "Very well done. I think this is an outfit I can recommend. Now come over here."
Amy suddenly didn't want to. She'd given him enough of a show—he'd seen her naked tits that she now covered with her arm; he'd seen her pussy, which she now cupped with her free hand. This was it. It was as far as she could go. She was nude for this old guy, and there was a voice inside her head telling the 14-year-old that this was all bogus, it was bullshit, and she had to get away.
"You can jerk off for me," she suddenly suggested.
The man smiled, apparently amused by her offer. "Really?" he said. "Do you like that, watching men jerk off for you? Are you used to it?"
How was she supposed to answer that? Blushing, the girl stammered, "I've never... I mean, no one's ever... but I guess..."
He was still smiling. "You're a very naughty girl, aren't you Amy?" he asked.
She cast her eyes to the floor. The room was way too cold to be standing naked in, she decided. "I'll go try on the other outfit," she said softly.
"No, that's not necessary," he said. "And I asked you a question."
Stalling for time, Amy stammered, "Uhm... I'm a good girl, I just—,"
She was interrupted by his laughter. "A good girl?" he exclaimed. "Good girls don't strip nude for strange men just so they can get free clothes, Amy. Good girls don't do that. Don't feel bad! There aren't many good girls left in your generation. You girls today, you become cock-teases by ten and full-blown sluts by twelve. And you're what, 14 you said? You've probably been fucking for a long time, haven't you?"
"I just lost my virginity last summer!" Amy exclaimed defensively.
"Just last summer, huh? So you were what, 13? Jesus, Amy, don't you realize that when I was your age girls never gave anything up until they were at least a few years older? And those girls, those 17 and 18-year-olds willing to fuck? They were the bad girls of their time! Nowadays if a girl waits that long to give up her cherry it's a miracle. Isn't it?"
Amy was shivering now, from the cold room and his cold words. "I need to get back to the mall..."
"So your daddy can pick you up?" he asked. "We've got time. You need to be there by four you said, and it's still not even three.
Amy shivered in front of him. From fear and from his chilling words. She didn't know what to do.
"You raise an interesting question, Amy," he went on. "Tell me. When a naughty girl like you gets in trouble, how does Daddy punish you?"
"Please," she begged him. She didn't want to talk about her dad. She didn't want to be lectured at while she stood naked in this suddenly confining hotel suite. She wanted to get dressed in her normal clothes and leave.
"Answer my questions and behave, and you'll be back at the mall in no time," he snapped. "But if you continue being a bitch you'll just have to find your own way back, sans the two outfits I generously bought you."
Amy was scared. She began to say something, but stopped herself. He was staring at her with an intense, menacing gaze. The 14-year-old now understood what a wolf in sheep's clothing was. This man was a monster. And she was just a naked little girl, helpless and alone.
"He spanks me."
"What was that?" Steve asked. "Speak up, I can't hear you."
Amy looked at him with defeat in her wide blue eyes. "He spanks me," she whispered shyly. "When I get in trouble."
Her answer seemed to please him. "Really? So your daddy still spanks you when you've been bad?"
She nodded.
"Good," he smiled. "Naughty girls need a good spanking from time to time. I bet you enjoy the spankings, don't you?"
She didn't reply. The truth was he hadn't spanked her since that day months before when he'd raped her. But she had fantasized about it happening again a lot since. She'd even told William to slap her ass whenever he fucked her doggy-style, but it just wasn't the same.
"Okay, get over here," he said firmly now. "You've been a naughty girl today and you definitely deserve a spanking for it. Come here and lay across my lap, and don't you dare disobey me."
Amy stepped forward nervously. She was still using her right arm to cover her breasts and her left hand to hide her pubic region as she walked slowly and anxiously toward this guy.
When she was standing in front of him finally, he reached out and gripped her by the hips. His hands were warm and strong as he pulled her toward him, and her body went limp as he laid her across his lap until her ass was high in the air and her long red hair dangled down around her head. All she could see aside from her hair was the floor, but she could feel plenty. She could feel his hands gently roaming her body, rubbing her back and shoulders, exploring her thighs and, finally, her buttocks. She could also feel his massive hard-on poking up from under his jeans and into her flat belly.
"This is perfect," he said softly. "You know, a few years from now you're going to be a few inches taller, a few pounds heavier. Your tits are going to fill out, your ass will mature and all that. You're going to end up with a gorgeous body, a woman's body, Amy, I'm sure of it."
She didn't say anything. She was trembling from head to toe, and she was scared. She was completely vulnerable right now. She was in such a submissive position, getting ready to be spanked. And despite her fears, or maybe because of them, this was getting the teenage girl turned on.
"I'll tell you something," Steve said while he continued to roam his large hands across Amy's soft skin, "for me, you're perfect right now. These bony hips, this boyish ass... it's perfect. In no time you're going to be a full blown woman. But I like this. I like a woman's body when it's still in its infancy."
Amy shivered when she felt one of his hands slowly drag across the crack of her ass, then circle back and gently grip her butt. His dick was incredibly hard and pushing into her soft belly, and all in all Amy was incredibly uncomfortable.
"Have you performed oral sex yet, Amy?"
"Yes," the girl admitted with a gasp. There wasn't any point in lying.
"Oh, wow. Now that's a very naughty thing to do," Steve said. "That definitely deserves a spanking. I think five will do."
Amy didn't have a chance to respond or protest because just then he finally slapped his hand down on her vulnerable teen-girl butt. She grunted in surprise: it wasn't that painful, only jarring. He was spanking her with far less power than her dad used to, she realized. In fact, it wasn't until the fifth and final blow that the girl cringed with a bit of pain.
"Is that how your daddy spanks you?" she heard him breathe. "Does he bend you naked and teach you a lesson?"
"No," she gasped. It was the truth: when her dad used to spank her, it was a lot more painful than this!
"Well, he probably should. I can tell you like it. You do like this, being spanked like this, don't you?"
She was catching her breath, and didn't respond at first. When she finally did she again told the truth.
"Yes," she whispered.
"So you like getting spanked. That's pretty naughty, Ms. Amy. I think that deserves another five blows."
Each of the next five hits to her ass were more painful than the first five had been, but still they were nowhere near as brutal as the ones her dad had always given her in the past. Though she grunted and gasped with each one, Amy knew she could endure them. This was nothing, she told herself.
"How many guys have fucked you, Amy?" he asked right after finishing. "How many cocks have been up that little pussy of yours?"
Amy was breathing heavily, from both the excitement of the spanking she'd just had, and from the pain it had caused. Without thinking she quickly answered the man's question.
"Seven," she gasped. "Seven, I... seven guys..."
"Seven different cocks have been up in there?" Steve asked. "If you really did lose your cherry last summer that means, what? You've fucked a new guy every few weeks? You mean you can't go two months without having a new dick inside you? That's pretty naughty, Amy. I think that deserves ten spanks."
"No!" Amy gasped. Her ass was already sore and red, the girl knew, and the thought of it being hit ten more times in a row scared her.
But that's exactly what happened. Her body gyrated with every hit, making the presence of her tormentor's cock pressing against her belly even more apparent. She gasped with each blow as he counted them out loud above her. She clenched her eyes shut and felt tears finally stream down her cheeks. But the helpless girl also felt her cunny grow damp again, too.
When he was done spanking her, his hand began to gently roam her reddened ass. She was sputtering and sobbing as he did.
"That's enough punishment," he finally told her. "Now you get to have a cock inside you. The eighth cock you've ever had. Would you like that?"
Amy sniffed and caught her breath. Truth was the small teenage girl did want to get fucked, now. She was in pain and she felt miserable but even so her pussy was wet and her hormones were raging. If it wasn't for her feelings of terror and humiliation she would have jumped his bones whether he wanted her to or not. Instead the girl was torn and didn't know how to reply.
Suddenly he cracked his hand down on her ass again, a brutal blow that made the girl scream. "Answer the question!" Steve demanded.
"Yeah I'd like it!" the small girl finally whimpered.
"Good," he responded softly. She felt him lift her off from his lap, then, and quietly push her back onto the bed. She was on her back, and instinctively parted her legs, which Steve crawled up between a moment later.
The large man's pants were gone, and his cock was huge and scary. He was staring at her boobs as he crawled over her. And her heart was racing and her pussy was tingling at the sight.
Normally Amy never had orgasms fucking in the missionary position. But after what she'd just been through, any position at all would have sufficed. Without a word Steve placed the head of his cock at her vaginal entrance, and pressed it right on in. She groaned while he did and her body tensed with orgasm right away. It was a hard, dirty little orgasm. It made her moan but it didn't make her scream. But moaning was enough, for now.
He took a lot longer. After the 14-year-old came, Steve continued to ram his cock in and out of the young girl with brutal efficiency. He was sweating and grunting above her, his hands placed on the mattress for leverage. He was careful to fuck her hard but pull out slow in order to make sure his cock never slipped from of her teenage twat. He was the only thing the girl could see, smell, hear, or feel. And it was the feelings he gave her that nearly brought her to orgasm again: the feeling of his thick member stabbing her between her legs, the sensation of her slicked-up cunny gripping with pleasure the weapon that was violating it. Each thrust he made into her small, delicate body was making the girl wince and moan. But each time she felt his cock slam hard inside her made the girl wish the feeling could never end.
But then it did. Thankfully the man had the presence of mind to pull out first and jizz all over her belly instead of cumming inside her cunt.
When he was done, he rolled off of her. She remained in her spread-legged position for the next few minutes, mostly because she was uncertain of what she should do next. She had to get back to the mall. She had to bring her outfits with her and win this stupid competition—but she didn't want to piss Steve off by telling him it was time to go.
Thankfully he slid out of bed on his own before too long. He pulled on his pants and told her to go wash up. She obeyed him, and after a few minutes of soaping up her cunt and cum-stained belly, she was dried and clothed and ready to go.
He made casual, pointless conversation on the way to the mall. He even gave her his card and insisted that he'd be able to get her a good job in the modeling industry. Amy wasn't sure she wanted to be involved with this guy ever again, but she took the card anyway and put it in her purse.
For the first time in the last few hours Amy finally felt safe when Steve dropped her off at one of the mall's entrances. She nearly ran from his car. She found Elissa waiting for her at the agreed upon place, and a little bit later William came and picked them up.
When they got back to her house Amy knew she'd lost the game before anything had even been tallied. It was impossible, improbable, but Lessy had CD after CD; jewelry; a few shirts; a stack of DVD's. She didn't have anything too expensive, but she had a lot of things for sure.
Elissa had received almost $500 worth of merchandise, it turned out. Amy had lost. There wasn't any question.
"Those kiddie-cops that work at the mall let anything slide if you know how to flirt," Elissa laughed after Amy asked her how she'd done it.
Amy sighed. All that, all she'd just done with that man, for nothing. "When do I do this?"
"Tonight," was Elissa's response. "You look tired, though. Want to cuddle up and take a nap.
Amy wanted nothing more.
She took the time to get dressed before approaching the overweight man named Drew. Amy was trembling with excitement as she put her clothes back on and cleaned away as much of the cumstains from her body as she could. She was in the bathroom, and as she used a soaped up washcloth to clean herself she suddenly became horny as hell again. The idea of fucking a virgin, well... she wanted to do it. She had to do it. It was something she'd never done! The thought of being someone's first, especially after a day like today, was irresistible. Even if her pussy was sore and her body was tired.
After about twenty minutes of washing and dressing she approached him without hesitation. Drew had just lost a round of X-Box and he seemed upset. She sat down next to him and began to flirt. He seemed pissed-off from losing the game at first but soon he was paying more attention to her than to the TV.
"Hey!" she suddenly said to him, "I just thought of something... there's this great Halo website, but it makes fun of the game, you know? It's totally funny. Do you wanna see?"
The "boy" (19 years old), was really shy. It took Amy touching his wrist and asking him again before he finally agreed to go with her.
She led the overweight geek up the stairs. And when they got to the main floor, she led him up the next set of stairs. He followed her soundlessly, with her chatting the entire time about how she'd never played videogames but she loved to watch. When they entered Will's room (a room Amy knew well), Drew finally spoke.
"Uhm, you know, I've been to a lot of Halo sites," he said nervously. "I've probably seen this one anyway, and..."
Amy grinned from ear to ear. "Shh," she said to him. She had him alone in this room, now, and he was the virgin. She was the one in control.
"I didn't bring you up here to browse the web on William's computer, silly!" she told him. Suddenly the small girl went up on her tippy-toes and planted a big kiss right on his lips.
He was stunned. "I... ," he stammered.
"Shh," Amy whispered as she reached out and groped his cock, which was beginning to strain against the confines of his loose fitting jeans. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
She was rubbing at his raging boner shamelessly, her wide blue eyes staring up into his fat round face. It gave her great pleasure to know he was shocked by her actions. He'd probably jerked off many times imagining some hot girl doing this to him, and now here she was. She was that hot girl. She was his dream come true.
"Are you... doing this to everyone?" he asked nervously.
"What?" Amy asked in surprise. "Of course not!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean—it's just, what you were doing earlier, and with Russ, and now—I mean, I just..."
Amy, whose face had blushed red with embarrassment for a moment, quickly regained her composure. Drew was sweating, she realized, and he was visibly trembling. She was nervous her first time, too, she remembered. Though of course she hadn't had a choice. What was that line from Interview with the Vampire? "I'm going to give you the choice I never had"? Something like that.
She reached out again to him and began to softly caress the bulge between his legs. "Even if I was... doing it for everyone," she asked, "would it matter? I just... I mean, I'm just a girl who loves sex, and I'm here with you right now, and I want to fuck you. So can I? Please? It's totally up to you..."
He wasn't saying anything but Amy took his silence (and the now hard cock she was rubbing through his jeans) as a definitive "yes". The small girl slowly dropped to her knees while grinning up at him. He made a strange, uncertain gasp when she unzipped his pants. He was in shock. It was awesome.
She took his hard cock into her mouth moments later. Carefully, the 14-year-old used all the tricks she'd learned thus far to pleasure him with her mouth without making him cum too early. Less than a minute into it, she could see his legs were shaking. It was time.
The teenager stopped sucking his cock. She stroked it slowly, lovingly, with one hand and gazed up at him. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes," the fat, dorky looking guy gasped.
"Lay down on the bed, then," she told him. "And lose the pants."
Drew obediently went over to the bed, pushed down his jeans to reveal his saggy butt, and crawled onto the bed. He seemed embarrassed to take his pants off for her, and she enjoyed that. She liked having the guy be the nervous one for a change, the embarrassed one. Amy got wetter and wetter as she watched him lay his hefty frame down upon the mattress and then stare at the ceiling, aroused but uncomfortable. She definitely knew the feeling.
When the large, fat 19-year-old was finally in place, Amy stood up slowly. She couldn't keep her eyes off his cock, which was thick and hard and pointing up into the air. It was small in comparison to some she'd had, but it was adequate. As she nonchalantly undressed he slowly began to look at her again. She smiled back and, once she was completely naked, she crawled up onto the bed and straddled him.
"You've never had sex before, right?" the desperately horny girl asked as she gripped his hard dick between her legs.
"N-no," he replied.
She grinned. "Cool." Then she guided his cock to her small vaginal opening.
When she began to press down she moaned. This was so different, being on top. She'd been in the physical position before but never the mental one and it was definitely different, definitely great. She felt her pussy relent as she took in Drew's member until finally she had him fully inside her.
She looked into his face and saw that his eyes were clenched. "You can touch me," she breathed. After a moment, when he hadn't, she added, "Please?"
The 14-year-old began to bob her short body up and down on his cock just then and Drew finally obliged her. His hands came up and tentatively began to caress her buttocks. It was both strange and exciting to know that hers was the first naked female ass his hands had ever touched. She moaned to encourage him.
But then she felt his cum begin to shoot up inside her. It was a massive load, and he grunted nonsensically through it. She clenched her cunt tightly around his spewing member while grinding down on him and she breathed out a long, harsh sigh.
She hadn't even been close to an orgasm. But the truth was she hadn't expected to have one anyway. So when he began to apologize in embarrassment after he'd finished cumming and she'd collapsed her small body down to his large one, she quieted him quickly and said, "No, no, it's okay! You don't know how great this was for me..."
For the first time she gave him a proper kiss on the lips, then, while his spent cock shriveled inside her cum-soaked pussy. Three cocks in one day, she realized as she stuck her tongue inside his mouth. Three cocks had fucked young womb within the last twelve hours. And this last had been the best: maybe not physically, but definitely emotionally. It had been amazing to take someone's virginity, she realized. It was an amazement she couldn't explain or come close to understanding.
The 14-year-old teenager did most of the talking during the next several minutes while the two got dressed. Drew seemed elated, excited beyond all measure, but he hadn't shredded any of his embarrassment, either. When he spoke he stammered and through it all his face was plastered with an unrelenting smile. It made Amy almost giggle. When they went back downstairs he shyly asked if he could see her again.
"Sure, yeah!" she lied. The truth was she really had no interest in him sexually or otherwise anymore. She felt like such a guy as she lied to him and pretended he meant something to her.
He left without going down to the basement to say goodbye to anyone else. And Amy kissed him before he left because she felt obligated to do so. She was sort of sad and ashamed to realize this, but the young girl knew there was no way she'd ever be kissing him again.
She'd just got what she wanted out of him: his virginity. What would be the point of ever fucking him again?