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Thursday, December 06, 2018

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story_codes: MM/g(9) Man/young girl, drugged, semi-cons

story_intro: When a young member of a girls' organization delivers some of her groups famous cupcakes to a hotel room, she feels very grown up. Before long, the preteen is going to be treated in a very grown-up way. If there's a badge for losing one's cherry, she'll earn it tonight.


story_language: English




Butterfly Girls - Room Service

Written by madvlad


	At least when he was in Afghanistan, people were only shooting at him or trying to blow him up.

	Ryan sighed as he observed his two charges as they stood within a slight aura of smoke that held the sweetish odor of marijuana. Now working for a private security firm, Ryan currently had the assignment of keeping two programming wizards in the mid-twenties from getting themselves into too much mischief. Dave and Doug (Ryan still couldn't tell who was who with their identical bed-head hair, oversized t-shirts, and surfer-slacker attitudes) were to arrive at a corporate headquarters tomorrow to launch some sort of enterprise management software. Today was his last shift as his night-shift counterpart would deliver the pair in the morning.

	Good riddance.

	Ryan's previous assignment had been during a three-day concert series where he babysat a thrash-metal band during their nightly post-concert hours. It was actually pretty easy as the quartet wasn't interested in going anywhere when they could stay put in the dressing rooms with alcohol, pharmaceuticals, and groupies. His biggest challenge had been steering a wannabee girlfriend du jour away from the backstage area. Somehow, she had procured a backstage pass but Ryan saw through the make-up clothes and determined that she was underage. Thus, the band's lawyers (yes, plural) did not have to deal with any parental fury after a drunken fourteen year-old had been gang-banged by men old enough to be her father.

	Despite their proclivity for saturating their brains with the chemicals from their favorite wacky weed, Dave and Doug were brilliant - perhaps savants - when it came to computer language and algorithms. But they could not be trusted to keep a travel schedule or even arrive at the right location so Ryan had spent the better part of two days on two flights, an extended layover, and a hotel night with the pair. If he heard one more stoner laugh ("huh huh huh huh") or a "Duuude!", he might re-enlist in the Marines just so he could destroy something with savage violence.

	"So just call room service for your dinner," Ryan explained patiently. "They will deliver it which means you do not leave the suite."

	"Sweeeet," said Dave (or Doug).

	"Huh huh huh huh huh," the two chorused.

	In his mind, Ryan pictured the delicate ballet of .60-caliber machine gun bullets as they gracefully pumped through the pair and maintained his composure.

	"If you do have some reason to leave, please check with Lawrence as he will be staying just next door. His job will be to escort you."

	Next to Ryan, an even more powerfully built man stood staring impassively at the two stoners. The room's lighting gleamed from the top of Lawrence's dark brown, shaved head.

	"Like, Dude," Doug (or Dave) replied with a smirk. "We, like, totally have the escort thing going down because we already called and she'll be over later."

	He ended the statement in a tone that made it sound like a question. Ryan gave Lawrence a look and the two security men exited without a word. Once they were in the hall, Ryan spoke to the other man.

	"Do you want me to have the hotel cops intercept the hooker if they spot her in the lobby?"

	Lawrence shrugged and shook his head.

	"Nah, if it's in-room entertainment, then I don't have to worry about them wandering off. It's like what you had at the Chains of Vengeance shows last week. No one even tried to leave the reservation, right?"

	"Yeah, well, they're all yours, then."

	"Got it, have a decent night, man."

	Relieved at last of the THC Twins, Ryan loosened his tie and went to the elevator. The hotel was a nice one with the multi-bedroom suites like the programmers had running around seven hundred a night. The lobby was spacious with potted trees and alcoves spread about. Ryan spied a pair of folding tables where a group of girls were packing a few bakery boxes onto a luggage cart while a woman on her phone watched nearby.

	Ryan recognized the uniforms - yellow blouses and purple skirts, knee socks and berets. The girls also wore yellow sashes with purple trim that displayed the badges they had earned. Ryan's kid sister had been a Butterfly Girl back in the day, too. When she was in sixth or seventh grade, she had gone onto a different group but within the same organization.

	Remembering that, Ryan grinned. Yeah, the older girls were called something else - something with wings in it - because no one wanted to go through puberty being called a Butterfly Girl. Noticing the boxes, Ryan also recalled the cupcakes the organization was famous for.

	A hotel was a good place to set up - obviously they had permission if they were in the lobby. And judging by the small number of boxes remaining, business had been good. He approached one of the girls, an older one with her light brown hair parted on the side and worn long. Like the others, she had a cheery, freshly-scrubbed appearance that probably came from instructions in the handbook.

	"A good day for sales?" he asked.

	The girl smiled widely, showing well-maintained white teeth.

	"Yes! We still have some available if you want. They are two dollars each or a dozen for only twenty dollars."

	Dollars, she said. Not bucks. Ryan's sister had been diligent in her speech as well when she wore the yellow and purple. Those cupcakes were good, but a dozen at a time would be counterproductive if he wanted to keep himself in shape. But he know who might be craving that many. Pulling out his wallet, he handed the girl a twenty and then he held up a second one.

	"I'll take just one for me - white with strawberry icing. And I'd like to send a dozen assorted up to one of the rooms here. You can keep the change if you'll deliver."

	The girl - Eloise, according to her name tag - paused for a moment. That would mean eighteen extra dollars for the troop! But she shouldn't go off on her own without permission.

	"Let me ask Mrs. O'Meara if...oh, she's still on the phone."

	Giving it some thought, Eloise decided she could do this. After all, she was nine years old, now. In just two more years, she'd be a Wing Guide. And it wasn't like she was leaving the hotel. Satisfied with her decision, she accepted Ryan's money and got the room number from him.

	Biting into his cupcake (still as good as he recalled from his childhood), Ryan left the hotel. He didn't have to contend with Dave and Doug and he had done a good deed for the Butterfly Girls. What could possibly go wrong?

	"Whoooaaa! That's hot!" Dave gushed when he answered the door.

	Eloise was used to enthusiasm from people about Butterfly Girl cupcakes, but this man was really excited.

	"Hey Doug, you gotta check her out!"

	When Dave put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her into the room, Eloise was a little concerned. After all, they weren't supposed to enter strangers' houses when they were going door-to-door. Did this hold true with hotel rooms? And the other man, the generous one in the lobby had asked her to come here. And Mrs. O'Meara was downstairs anyway. Besides, the two men here didn't seem dangerous. In fact, they were very happy.

	"Duuuude! That's awesome," Doug agreed when he saw the little girl in her uniform. "I told the service to surprise us and whooooaaa!"

	"That's what just I said, too - 'Whoooaaa!'" Dave yelled.

	"Duuuuude!" they said together as they exchanged high fives.

	Eloise giggled at them. Yes, they certainly were very, very happy. She wondered about the funny smell in the room. It wasn't bad, just unusual.

	"Hey, you want a toke?" Doug offered as he held out his joint.

	"Oh! No, I don't smoke. It's dir..." Eloise paused so she wouldn't offend them by referring to smoking as a dirty habit, even if it was true. "I...uh...I'm only nine."

	"Nine. Riiiight," Dave laughed, enjoying the hooker's act. She did look really young, though. Well, if she didn't have tits, going the little girl route made sense - especially since she was really short, too.

	"How about some candy, then?" Doug asked as he offered a plastic bag to Eloise. "Help yourself."

	"Oh, uh..." Eloise would have declined but they were those jelly fruit rings she liked.

	Perhaps one would be fine, she thought as she reached into the bag. Some were stuck together and she pulled out three of them instead. Oh well, three wasn't too much, was it?

	"Mmm...this is good," Eloise said as she bit into the first one. "Thank you."

	"Sure," Doug said lazily as he took a drag on his joint.

	He tossed the bag so that it landed on the side table next to the girl. If the chick didn't like to smoke, that was cool; she could get her buzz on this way. Then they'd all get it on. He and Doug always found the paid girls were a lot more fun if they were loopy and they appreciated the free stuff.

	The concentration of tetrahydrocannabinol, or THC, in each candy was designed to have an effect in about thirty minutes or so. But that was meant for adults. For a nine year-old with no prior exposure to the drug, the effect was quicker.

	Eloise didn't notice anything unusual at first. After finishing the third ring, she had planned to leave but...but one more piece wouldn't hurt. When she took another, a second was stuck to it. Oh well.

	She giggled. Why candy stuck together was so funny, she didn't know. But it was and the two happy men were laughing with her. It was good to be happy and laughing. And the candy was delicious and her new friends didn't mind when she took some more.

	Time went a bit rubbery on her and when one of the rings fell from her hand, it seemed to go in slow motion, as if the room's gravity wasn't working right. Ah, yes. That would also explain the dizziness and one of the men helped her to her knees so she wouldn't fall. He removed her sash and put it somewhere because it would get in the way. In the way of what, she couldn't guess, but he was probably right.

	In front of the hotel, Mrs. O'Meara, the Butterfly Girl leader with the cell phone still pressed to her ear, absently waved to a father of one of the girls as he left with several of them in his SUV. A quick check in the trunk of her car showed the remaining boxes of cupcakes and the other paraphernalia they stocked at their sales tables. There were kids in the back seat and she was ready to go.

	Working the steering wheel with one hand while she held the phone with the other, the woman maneuvered away from the parking loop and through the lot. In her multitasking, she was not aware of the sales call that one of her girls was still making in the eighth floor behind her.

	Eloise blinked at the thing Dave had taken out of his pants. She had never seen one before but understood in the back of her murky mind that this must be a penis. Although she was shocked, her altered reasoning also made her glad she was a girl because if she was a boy, she'd be uncomfortable having a stiff thing like that in her panties.

	Dave was holding her head and her mouth must have been agape because he put his thing, his penis, in her mouth! Now the normal Eloise was shouting from the rear of her head that this was wrong. In trying to prevent the thing from going in, she pushed against it with her tongue. But her tongue was slippery that she couldn't really stop him although she kept sliding it against him.

	Eloise tried to gurgle a protest but Dave told her she was doing so well with her tongue but she should start sucking him, too. Buzzed and confused, the little girl did the very thing she always did when in doubt. She obeyed.

	"Yeaaahhhh," Dave crooned as he made the girl rock back and forth so her pressing lips could slide along his meat. And her wet tongue was sliding all over his prick like it was at warp speed.

	Doug knelt behind Eloise and put his hands around her so he could unbutton her blouse. She was mumbling and slurping around his best friend's dick, so she must really be getting into it. The call girl wasn't wearing a bra which was a good thing because Dave wasn't sure he was in the right mental state to unhook it. Her titties must be really small, he mused before he finally located her nipples. Wow, she didn't have anything there at all! But that was kind of cute, too, like she really was a little girl.

	Eloise trembled as the man's hands enveloped her chest. Men shouldn't touch girls there, even if they hadn't grown anything there yet. She would have said something if her mouth hadn't been so full - so a full of a penis! It made her feel flushed in her cheeks. She also felt it in the oddest of places - a place where one of Doug's hands was going.

	As the privacy of her precious privates was threatened, the preteen murmured worriedly around the hard prick she was sucking on and drooling all over. Yet part of her needed to be touched there and she didn't know why.

	Most of the time, hookers wore a thong or something lacy or nothing at all. This one was wearing cotton panties just like a little kid would. The programmer-part of Doug appreciated the attention to detail. The stoned and horny part of him marveled at how well she waxed because she was so incredibly smooth there. And he had never felt a snatch so soft and puffy before.

	He moved his finger along the slit where the hairless labia remained demurely pressed together. They parted around his finger as he slid the tip in and massaged inside the mound. The entrance to her tunnel was enticingly tiny and he left it alone for now. In short order, though, he could feel the dew leaking from it. Despite the sign of arousal, everything else about Eloise made her seem like a little girl.

	The pull of the child's warm mouth and the constant battering of her saliva-rich tongue brought Dave to full steam. Clinging to the girl's soft hair, he tilted his head back and sighed as he gave the unsuspecting fourth grader her first taste of semen.

	Something started filling her mouth. It was thick and sort of fishy tasting and salty. Eloise feared she would gag and knew she had to get rid of the stuff. But the man wouldn't let her go and she did the only thing she could to get the slime out of her mouth.

	"Duuuude! She swallows! Hell yeah!"

	Doug grinned as his friend made his announcement while pumping his wad into the girl's mouth. Despite her appearance, this whore knew her stuff. Of course, the way she was getting wet as he pawed at the little swollen place between her feathery smooth thighs told him that she was getting her groove on.

	At first, Doug had thought of starting with a blowjob, too, but this little minx and her kiddy-like cunt had him focused there. She responded sluggishly when he lifted her, carried her into a bedroom, and plopped her on the bed.

	Eloise's blouse had fallen open to reveal her bare, undeveloped chest. Seeing this, Dave figured that she had itty bitty boobs and they had flattened when she fell on her back. Along with her size and uniform, it created the effect of her being very young.

	Doug pushed her purple skirt up so that it bunched around her waist. The little girl panties he had felt turned out to be yellow with a print pattern of purple butterflies to match the uniform. She looked so ridiculously young that his lust ratcheted even higher.

	When he pulled the undies down her slim legs, Eloise whined in protest. She wanted to stop him but her limbs felt leaden. Now her privates with that strange moistness were exposed for grown men to see. Doug pulled her shoes off so he could get the panties free and dropped everything to the floor. Their little prostitute lay there in a stupor; half naked but on full display in all the right places. Her bald pussy drooled slightly from a slit so dainty that nothing but the dimple of her clit showed at the top.

	Doug's pants and undershorts joined Eloise's discarded clothing before he crawled onto the bed and knelt between her spread legs. In her guarded upbringing, she knew nothing of sex beyond the fact that mommies and daddies kissed. With a trickle of trepidation worming its way through her mental fog, she saw the man press the helmet shaped head of his penis against her private parts.

	"Ow!" she barked when he pushed against her. What was he doing? It was if he was trying to put his penis deep in the slit of her privates (or "kitty" as she had heard and had even used on a few adventurous occasions). How very strange - and rather rude. As it was, the end of his thing had mostly disappeared into her soft mound.

	"How do you do it?" Doug laughed. "I mean, making your snatch close up like that?"

	Eloise could only stare at him, uncomprehending. Doug ground his prick head against her wet entrance, making her squirm as he managed to make her inner lips expand slightly. Finding what appeared to be a good angle, he leaned forward while pulling her by the hips and felt his head starting to squeeze in. Eloise flinched and tried to squirm but he knew he had her.

	Slamming forward and downward, his cock burst into the fourth grader, ripping her virginity away. Eloise opened her mouth to yell but the blinding agony had stolen her wind. Fighting for air, she clawed at the bedcover while the unimaginable pain radiated from her wounded pussy. In their pleasant delirium, her two companions thought she was either playacting or getting off. Either way, Doug kept shoving his prick into the nine year-old's defiled twat and slowly made it surrender its pristine state.

	"I think she's trying to skin me with her snatch," Doug grunted as he hammered his way into little girl's straining cuntal tubing.

	Regaining her breath, Eloise managed some tortured panting as she felt the thick, rigid presence of a man's cock sliding in and out of her body. She wanted to close her legs but they were spread on either side of his waist and the girth of his thrusting member made her feel as if her little hole, which she knew nothing of, was yawning open around the invading thing.

	It hurt, not as bad as that awful first penetration, but the throbbing ache remained. And in her drug addled state, there were sensations the flashed in her loins. She wanted more of those - the thrilling things and even the hurt that came with them that made her feverish in that place as her juices seemed to melt her. In all, it frightened her and made her want it all to stop but still continue. With her flat chest rising and falling in her opened blouse, the little girl took her first copulation.

	The pint-sized prostitute may have made it hard to get into her snatch, but now she was the best fuck Doug ever had. With her tender flesh producing copious streams of heated lubrication, he pounded the channel as it constricted around his meat with great pressure. With rhythmic strokes, he pounded the snugness of her twat while it wetly wrung at his engorged prick. With the inevitable outcome rising in his scrotum, the man gave his little partner a last, forceful lunge before everything surged through his cock and inseminated her prepubescent organs.

	Remembering what Dave had done in her mouth, Eloise stiffened as she felt the same stuff flood another place in her body she felt for the first time. After a few minutes, Doug pulled his wilting dick from her abused quim and she felt more liquid escaping.

	"Dude, you're bleeding," Dave noted as he saw the stains on Doug's member.

	"Nah, it's not me," Doug replied as he wiped himself.

	Then he looked at his spunk oozing from between Eloise's spread legs. Her hairless twat was smeared with it and he could see that some of it was pink while there were also traces of darker red. A cold stab of sobriety settled into his brain as he realized what he had done.

	"Are....are you really nine years old?" he asked, silently praying for a negative answer.

	Eloise whimpered and nodded as she put a hand over her sore cunny. Doug seemed to deflate at the confirmation that he had just deflowered an innocent little Butterfly Girl. Behind him, Dave made a low, mournful noise.

	"Dude," said Doug quietly. "I need some weed."

	They always pre-rolled before a festive night and Dave quickly had lit ones for both of them. Sucking in deeply, he held out a familiar plastic bag to Eloise as she slowly massaged the soreness between her legs.

	"Have some candy - they'll make you feel better."

	Eloise took one - nothing was stuck to it and slowly chewed it. She closed her eyes for a few minutes and then took several more from the bag. Over the next half hour, they saw her relax as she took in the laced treats. And the hand on her pussy moved more deliberately as she explored her pleasure points. The two men looked at each other and grinned.

	"Hey," Doug said to Eloise. "Are you feeling better?"

	"Yes."

	"Are you feeling really, really better? You know, really good?"

	Eloise stopped what she was doing with her hand and looked guilty for a moment before her mellow demeanor returned. She nodded and resumed the ministrations in her crotch.

	"Then let's all feel really good," Dave said as he climbed onto the bed.

	Eloise didn't reply, but she didn't protest either as she felt hands upon her.

	Eloise felt very naked all over her butt. While it had been uncovered once she was relieved of her panties earlier, she had been in a different position. Now she was on her hands and knees with her blouse hanging open and her skirt pushed up over her back.

	This time it was Doug's prick in her mouth. When she first put her tongue on him, she detected the traces of semen. But there was something else and she understood she was tasting her own private place.

	Behind her, Dave was drilling his cock between the spread lips of her bald twat. With heavy thrusts that made her firm ass cheeks quiver, his meat ground inside the snug, heated sluice of her achingly responsive young cunt. The quaking inside her lithe, preteen body intensified as she was subjected to the dual rutting of two cocks at either end before and explosion in her sex made her want to collapse.

	But the thrusting members kept her on her hands and knees with the aid of the hands holding her slim hips and entwined her long hair. She mumbled gratefully around Doug's member for this new mystery that would be later defined as an orgasm. As the sweaty coupling continued, she waited for the men to pump their liquid into her and hoped the mystery in her own body would return.

	"Is everything all right?" Lawrence asked, his simple question carrying an undercurrent of annoyance.

	"Uh yeah," Dave confirmed as he peered through the cracked door at the security man.

	Lawrence could spell the pot and knew they had ordered a hooker. This jerk-off at the door thought he was trying to hide something but Lawrence didn't care. As long as they were here in the morning for him to shepherd them to their assignment, he was fine. And it was obvious that they had no desire to sneak out tonight.

	"Great," Lawrence tightly confirmed. "And next time, you can save yourself the exertion of answering the door and picking up the phone when I call."

	Dave blinked at him slowly as the words sunk through his luxurious, mental fugue.

	"Phone. Yeah."

	The door closed and Lawrence walked back to his room, wondering about the value of some people.

	Dave turned away from the door with other things on his mind, like the hot little chick he wanted to fuck again. He had lost count and didn't really care, only knowing that he and Doug would swap orifices each time.

	Eloise had never left the bed although her skirt and blouse had already been removed more than an hour ago. Oddly, she still wore her purple uniform knee socks; her only remaining clothing. She was lying flat on her back with her legs dangling from the edge of the bed while Doug knelt and straddled her chest. Although this kept her pinned to the bed, she was not struggling at all.

	Doug's hard dick was in the girl's mouth and he was rocking her head back and forth as she sucked him off. From the way the kid's cheeks pulled in, she was doing one hell of a vacuuming job behind the firm seal of her lips. The memory of her tongue slithering all over his dick made Dave harden completely.

	Pulling the trapped girl's legs apart, Dave stood against the bed and worked his cock into pliant, hairless mound and felt the embrace of the sopping tightness inside. Eloise grunted at the penetration but never lost her oral hold on Doug's prick. Together, the two men used the nine year-old's luscious little holes as the cum sockets they had become.

	Sometime into this latest bout, Eloise came again. Moaning around Doug's cock, she bucked her hip which made her snatch get impaled harder by Dave's ramming meat. This all produced a more intense climax that left her exhausted while the men still worked their hard-ons in her. When her swallowing sent more of Doug's jism into her tummy, she felt the first jolt of Dave's load as he seeded her immature sex.

	There was another knock at the door as they remained in place, resting with their softening cocks still inside Eloise.

	"The dude didn't even call," Dave complained as he looked at the phone. "You get it this time."

	Doug got off and went to the door. After opening it, he gawked at the nun standing there.

	"Sorry I'm late," Shari said as she stepped past Doug. "The archbishop always likes to hear all of my sins while's he's banging me and it's been a long time since my last confession."

	The woman in the nun's habit stopped and regarded the undressed man as she sniffed the familiar aroma of pot.

	"Looks like the party's already started."

	"Huh?" a confused Doug responded.

	"I'm Shari. You called the service, right? There's two of you."

	Doug's face lit up. Yeah, they had forgotten because, well, Eloise...

	"Yeah, right. That's us."

	Shari nodded and smelled the room again. She always liked it when the customers had a stash with them - they were more relaxed and she got a high while charging them. She easily removed her nun's habit, revealing a toned body in a minimal leather bra and thong. Seeing a light on in one of the bedrooms, she motioned for Doug to follow her. He picked up Eloise's cupcake box and followed her.

	Entering the bedroom, Shari saw Dave who grinned and waved. Then she noticed the ravaged little Butterfly Girl on the bed. Eloise tried to speak, but nothing but a breathy mumble came from the semen-sticky young lips.

	Doug nearly bumped into her before he stopped and opened the box. The sugary treats beckoned to his pot-addled hunger but he did remember his manners.

	"Hey, want a Butterfly cupcake?"

	The woman looked at the girl's pitiful state, finally focusing on the hairless, cream-drenched pussy and licked her lips. Too bad she had missed the start of the party, but she would make up for lost time and give these two guys a show.

	"Fuck the cupcakes," she said. "I'm going to really eat."


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