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story_codes: MMM+/g(9), oral, first, non-cons

story_intro: Living with an elderly aunt and having just turned nine, Heidi is very lonely. After watching a van arrive at a private club next to her aunt's apartment building every day top unload a group of pretty ladies, Heidi is delighted when some of them take notice of her. And when she gets invited into the club for dance lessons, she is in heaven - unknowing of just how far her lessons will take her.

story_language: English




Heidi's Debut

Written by madvlad


	On the day it occurred, Heidi's ninth birthday was pretty forgettable. But as she would look back on it later, it was one of the most defining days of her life.

	For reasons that were never fully explained to her, her parents were gone from her life by the time she was three. She grew up being shuttled from one relative to another and six months ago arrived on the doorstep of her elderly Aunt Minnie. 

	The old woman did her best, but she was what some might charitably call "absent-minded" at times. Every evening, she bade goodnight to her great niece before retiring to her bedroom to watch television until she fell asleep. From then on, Heidi was on her own, getting herself to bed and back up in the morning. After a breakfast of cold cereal, she would catch the school bus. When she returned home, sometimes Aunt Minnie was surprised to see her as if she had forgotten the girl was now living with her.

	So Heidi was not surprised when Aunt Minnie completely forgot her birthday. Still, she was disappointed and aimlessly wandered over to the chain link fence that separated her aunt's apartment building from a non-descript building next door. It was plainly painted and with its only adornment being a black and white sign that read "Tangiers Club. Members Only."

	Heidi picked up a stick and walked along the fence, running the stick along as it clicked along the heavy gauge wire. When the sound of a large vehicle approached, she stopped to see a small, nice-looking shuttle bus pull up to the back of the building. The doors opened and discharged a line of pretty women, each carrying a very pretty dress or other outfit on a hanger.

	The women seemed to be in no hurry, slowly chatting before a man in a suit opened the building door and they sauntered in. Heidi could hear music coming from the building and figured the women must be dancers. She thought it must be so glamorous to dance in pretty outfits. Looking down at her decidedly un-fancy t-shirt and shorts, Heidi knew she was not in these women's league. Still, she waved. Several of the women stopped and waved back, making Heidi giddy and giving her a small birthday present after all.

	The next day, Heidi was making sure she was at the fence when the dancers arrived. This time, nearly all of them waved back to her. By the third day, they all did. On the fourth day, a second man came out of the building when the dancers arrived. One of the women, her curly brown hair cut short, spoke to the new man and pointed to Heidi as she returned the girl's wave. The man stared at Heidi for a moment and nodded back.

	Day Five was a Saturday. Although she had no school, Heidi made sure she was at the fence in time to greet "her" dancers. But this time, the curly-haired woman and the man came to the fence. 

	"So this is your fan club, huh?" the man said to the woman. Heidi thought he looked kind of tough and scary, but his eyes were merry as he spoke.

	"Hey, she has good taste," the woman retorted before turning to Heidi. "How are you doing, kid? I'm Roseanne and this gorilla here is Troy."

	"Hi, I'm Heidi" Heidi squeaked, suddenly embarrassed that she couldn't think of anything else to say.

	"So what brings you to the fence every day?" the man asked, not unkindly. "Do you just like waving at people?"

	"Oh no," Heidi mumbled. "It's just...I saw the ladies and their pretty clothes and thought they were dancers. I've always wanted to be a dancer."

	Troy grinned and Roseanne chuckled.

	"Yeah, we do some dancing," Roseanne acknowledged.

	Troy remained silent, coolly appraising the girl. She was definitely young, somewhere around eight to ten, if he had to guess. She scored a zero in the tit department, but that was a plus in some circles. She was quite slim, with long, slender legs. Although her shorts were kind of baggy, Troy's practiced eye could tell she had one of those narrow, high asses from how the material rode in back. It fit her trim build

	Her hair was long and straight, kind of a darkish blonde and her pale blue eyes shone with eagerness as she looked at Roseanne's red-fringed outfit that the woman was holding. The girl nervously licked her lips and Troy admired the way her tongue moved over their smooth surfaces. All in all, she was the picture of innocence and would be a perfect addition.

	"Tell you what, Heidi, you look like you have dancer's legs," Troy said at last. "Today is Saturday and we're always busy on Saturdays. But why don't you come over when the bus arrives on Monday and we can give you a look."

	Heidi smiled but then frowned.

	"But I don't really know how to dance," she confessed.

	"No problem at all," Troy said easily. "That means you don't have any bad habits to correct. Look, I'm not saying you'll be on Broadway in a month, but we'd be happy to have you come over and show you a few moves."

	"Really? Oh, thank you!" she gushed. "What should I wear? I don't have any-."

	"Just come as you are," Troy replied before he and Roseanne went into the building.

	Heidi was waiting impatiently on the sidewalk on Monday morning when the bus arrived. Her hair flew as she sprinted after the bus. Roseanne was the first off and introduced Heidi to the other girls. Some of them looked surprised that Heidi would be joining them and a few seemed to smirk, but they all welcomed her. 

	Troy shook Heidi's hand, making her feel grown-up as he introduced her to Bob, the man who usually let the dancers in.

	"Bob's the MC, here," Troy explained. "So we call him McBob."

	Bob rolled his eyes and turned to Heidi.

	"Just call me Bob - no one really calls me McBob."

	"Hey McBob, make the DJ play me something with some hot bass for my first number tonight!" one of the dancers called.

	Bob winced at his nickname and Heidi laughed. Roseanne came out on stage and held her hand down for Heidi. Heidi took the proffered hand and was hoisted up onto the stage. Bob gestured to the man at the DJ's console and some mid-tempo music began.

	"Just follow what I do, more or less," Roseanne shouted over the music. "Don't try to copy everything I do - with this stuff you can free-style. I'm just trying to get you to feel the groove."

	Heidi felt clumsy as she tried to move to the music, but gradually felt more comfortable by the time the second song started. She felt a stab of nervousness again when she saw Troy watching her, but felt reassured when he grinned and gave her a thumbs-up. One of the other girls came up behind Heidi and put her hands on the child's hips.

	"You got to move your money maker around a little more, Sweetie," she said. "Yeah, like that."

	Heidi couldn't help laughing as she swayed her bottom more, but it all felt good. By six o'clock, though, the music stopped and Troy clapped his hands once. 

	"Ladies, get your pretty selves ready for work. Heidi, you did well. Feel free to do this all week."

	On Tuesday, Roseanne sat on the edge of the stage, her legs dangling as she patted the spot next to her for Heidi to sit. 

	"How old are you Heidi?" she asked.

	"Eleven," the girl blurted.

	Roseanne raised an eyebrow and Heidi blushed.

	"I'm actually nine. My birthday was last week."

	Roseanne chuckled as she rummaged around a small gym bag she had brought with her.

	"Happy birthday," she said, handing Heidi a thick, candy cane-striped stick.

	"It looks like it's a Christmas candy cane, but without the curved part," Heidi observed.

	"It is. It makes a good practice tool for your facial muscles."

	"Huh?"

	"When you're dancing in front of an audience all night, your face hurts from having to constantly smile. Unwrap that and put it in your mouth."

	Heidi did as she was told. And then Roseanne told her to suck on it hard.

	"Don't let your teeth touch it or you won't be doing it right. Now, push it into your mouth as far as you can go. Don't choke. Okay, now move it in and out while you keep sucking. Lick it, too. You may as well enjoy the candy."

	The little girl slowly moved the candy stick as she was told, her pliable lips smacking loudly as she maintained her suction on it. Troy made an odd noise in his throat and immediately sat down with a table in front of him as he watched. Roseanne gave him a wicked smile.

	Roseanne turned to watch Heidi unknowingly learn how to give oral sex. The woman tried to remember when she had been that nave but came up empty. After five minutes, Roseanne told her she was done. 

	"We'll do that every day from now on - it's great practice," she told Heidi. Leaning closer to the girl, she spoke in a lower tone. 

	"Tell me Heidi, how much experience do you have? Have you ever done it with a guy?"

	Heidi's hands flew to her mouth and she turned crimson.

	"Do you mean if I've ever kissed a boy? No!"

	"Just wondering. You know - girl talk."

	"Oh yeah," Heidi said with a smile. Sometimes girls in her class talked about what it would be like to kiss a boy.

	Troy announced it was time for the dancers to get ready and Heidi left, promising to be back tomorrow. After the girl left, Roseanne went to the table and spoke to her boss.

	"Trust me, she's a virgin."

	The rest of Heidi's week was a glorious thrill. Each day, she felt more confident on stage. Afterward, Troy always liked to sit at a table and watch her exercise with the peppermint stick. But she was not prepared for what he had to say on Friday.

	"What do you think about dancing on Saturday night?" he asked. "You get a base salary plus any tips from the customers."

	"You mean I can dance with others watching?"

	"That's the general idea. By Tuesday, I knew you were the real deal and had a costume get made for you."

	"I should tell my aunt first..."

	"Oh, do you think she'll let you dance for us?"

	Heidi's heart fluttered. Aunt Minnie was so unpredictable. Then she grinned as she had an idea.

	"My aunt goes to bed at eight and sleeps way into the morning. Could I come over after eight?"

	Troy grinned mightily.

	"That sounds great. Just come around back like you always do - someone will be waiting."

	On Saturday night, Heidi was whisked from the back door to the dressing room. Her heart thudded as he realized she was going to be a real dancer. Roseanne was there, dressed in a strange, skin-tight silver outfit like she was some 50's-era space girl. 

	Heidi was shocked at her own outfit - what very little of it there was. It was a skimpy pink bikini made of thin latex. Shyly, she undressed in front of the woman who helped stretch and pull the costume in place. The small pink triangles lay flat across her chest with nothing underneath to make them push out at all. 

	Roseanne had carefully eyed Heidi's hairless pussy, looking soft and dainty and completely inexperienced. Once the latex was cinched over the mound, the girl's labia looked even more exposed, bulging in the tight material and plainly displaying the cleft between them. Heidi noticed the effect too and blushed.

	"I think it's too tight on the bottom," she said worriedly.

	"No such thing as too tight in this business," Roseanne said as she brushed the girl's hair.

	"But the bottoms...they show my...everything."

	"Hey, you've got to put the goods on display if you want to rake in the bucks. Now hold still and let me do your hair."

	Heidi sat like a statue on a stool, still nervous but not wanting Roseanne to think she was a scared little kid. Roseanne was putting bands in Heidi's hair and was satisfied with the result.

	"Done!" she announced.

	Heidi looked in the mirror and saw her hair arranged in two long pigtails.

	 "It makes me look even littler," she observed.

	"Of course!" Roseanne said brightly. "It will drive the men wild. Now here, have some cranberry juice. It's what I always take when I get nervous."

	Heidi gulped the drink down, not knowing it had been lightly laced with Valium to put her at ease. Roseanne took her up a short flight of stairs and suddenly they could hear Bob's voice.

	"And now give a huge Tangiers welcome to our brand new dancer - HEIDI!"

	Heidi blinked as the bright stage lights assaulted her eyes. Fortunately, that meant she couldn't see much of the people watching her. The song playing was one that she had danced to with Roseanne and she began moving to the beat. As the Valium kicked in, her nerves ebbed. 

	The unseen crowd was cheering as the barely clad nine year-old shook and shimmied her slender body all over the stage. The latex enveloping a small part of her ass threatened to break free as her cheeks bounced to the music. When her crotch was facing the crowd, the blazing stage lights highlighted the small, twin rolls of her childish sex beneath the stretched latex.

	Clutching a brass pole, Heidi turned her back to the audience and bopped her hips back and forth, showing off her perky rear. As the people cheered more loudly, the little girl couldn't help but to laugh and work her body even harder. 

	For some reason, Bob kept shouting out numbers over the PA system. It was well into the thousands and Heidi didn't know what he meant. When the last song was over, Bob called out a large number and referred to 'Suite 4'. Heidi knew there were raised balconies attached to private suites that overlooked the main floor. Maybe there was some sort of game going on.

	A beefy man who Heidi recognized as one of the workers approached the stage and helped her down. As he escorted her through the throng, Heidi could see how people, mostly men, were looking at her. Her earlier euphoria fled and she felt very exposed in her tiny costume. The man led Heidi to a doorway and up a flight of stairs. She was in the suites area and the man knocked on a door with the number 4 on it. After receiving a reply, the man ushered Heidi in before stepping back out and closing the door.

	Four men were seated around a large table in the suite. One called her over and suddenly pulled Heidi onto his lap.

	"I'm Bill and these are my friends. You were damned sexy out there tonight. I'm glad I won."

	He was stroking Heidi's back, which felt okay but being alone with four strangers made the girl nervous.

	"Thank you," she said, unsure of what to do.

	When Bill slid her top up, Becky protested.

	"Stop! You're making me naked!"

	"Of course I am," Bill said as he thumbed on of Heidi's nipples. "How else am I going to play with you?"

	"Not like this. Please, mister, it's not nice."

	"What's the matter, kid? No one ever make your nipples hard before?"

	Heidi gulped. Her nipples were hard, like they were sometimes when she got out of the bathtub and the air was cold. But this felt much sharper. When Bill bent down to suck one, Heidi struggled and tried to push his head away. 

	But he was too strong and his friends laughed at her efforts. He sat up straight and leered at her. 

	"Now let's see what I paid for."

	"Paid for?"

	"Yeah. While you were shaking your ass like a little slut on stage, they were auctioning your cherry. And I won."

	Now Heidi was confused. 

	"What cherry?"

	"Right here," Bill growled as he clamped a hand over her pussy.

	Now Heidi fought even harder, but to no avail. Two of the men grabbed her arms and pulled her top off. Then they pulled her onto the table, on her back. Heidi kicked as Bill pulled her bottoms down. It delayed him a little, but soon he had the stretchy thing off and pulled her slim legs apart so he could stare at her hairless cunt. 

	"Such a little thing," he rasped as he harshly pinched her tender mound. "You're gonna be so tight, so I'd better get you ready."

	Heidi cried in shame and fear as Bill mercilessly fingered her innocent twat. Ignoring her protests and pleas, he kept at it, grinning as her childish sex reacted as it was meant to, the clitoris growing stiff and the flesh heating. The next betrayal came when her lubrication flowed; Heidi's immature body preparing itself for its impending use.

	Heidi was weeping as she felt the strange things happening between her legs. When Bill took his hand away, she was thankful, hoping her humiliation was at an end. Then she saw him extract something from his pants. His penis - he was going to touch her privates with his penis!

	Bill pushed his glans into the child's slit, making the bald flesh change shape as it stretched and bulged around him. Then he reached the narrow opening of her pleasure hole, feeling the expensive membrane just inside of it. He pushed harder, watching Heidi's eyes widen when the little girl realized what he intended to do.

	With a savage thrust, he bulled his way into Heidi's slender body, shredding her hymen. 
Her moist channel grew slick with her maiden blood, leaving the girl further betrayed by her body as this allowed Bill to get into her more easily. He hunched his body against her frail form, driving into her virgin sheath with a lustful fury.

	On the main floor, Roseanne was riding a seated man's cock when she heard Heidi's horrific shriek as she was penetrated. "Welcome to the sisterhood, Heidi" Roseanne muttered before she smiled at her john and resumed her work.

	Heidi's cries took on a strangled quality as Bill fucked her as hard as he could. It was as if she was being pushed apart inside. Bit by bit, her cunny surrendered, allowing him deeper into her belly with each thrust. 

	"Take it all you little bitch!" Bill spat. "Don't be stingy with your little cunt. Give me everything!"

	But even when he reached her cervix, the little girl could not take his full length. In his animalistic haze, even Bill realized this. Actually, he was quite impressed how much cock a nine year-old pussy could take. Feeling more calm - but not less aroused - Bill happily stroked his prick in and out of the tight slickness of Heidi's young twat. 

	"How is it?" one of his friends asked.

	"Christ! She's damn near skinning my dick, she's so small," Bill grunted. "But she's nice and juicy now that her cherry's popped. Aren't you, you little slut?"

	Heidi could not answer as her body shook with very hurtful thrust into her. The man became more frantic, pushing harder and faster until he paused. Heidi felt something hot bursting into her body, something that somehow sank deeper into before spreading and squishing out of her overstuffed cunt. The inexperienced child didn't realize she had taken her first load of man cum. 

	Bill pulled out, actually tugging Heidi with him part way as he fought to free his dick from the suction of her fuck hole. When he broke free, it sounded wet and lewd. Heidi stared in horror at Bill's bloodstained tool which he casually wiped on one of her legs. 
Slowly, her head turned from side to side, seeking to understand why this had happened to her. The only thing she learned was that her ordeal was not over as another man took his place between her legs and rammed his cock into her bruised and bleeding cunt. 

	Helpless among the men, nine year-old tried to fight and plead as she was further defiled by the men pumping their thick meat into her little preteen twat. The smooth surface of her crotch became sticky with the remnants of her vanquished virginity and the thick overflow of her rapists' seed. Throughout the pounding of the invading pricks, her delicate cunny was made to expand and reform as it wetly wrapped the around the heaving shafts in a snug, if unwilling embrace. 

	By the time Bill and his buddies had finished their second round with her, Heidi wasn't quite as much fun. She no longer struggled, staring vacantly at the ceiling as her little pussy was pummeled for the sake of the men's wants. Her only response was a small noise from her throat every time she felt the slimy invasion of jism when they finished. Still, they were happy to each take a third turn with the little girl before the knock on the door came.

	"Time's up, gentlemen," the man who had brought Heidi here said. "I hope she met with your satisfaction."

	"Hell yeah," Bill replied. "But I don't think we gave her enough cock to make her happy. She's insatiable. Right, kid?"

	Heidi's only response was to silently move her lips. Whether she was answering or singing mindlessly or praying was unknown to the men. And they didn't care.

	The escort slid her off the table. Like an automaton, Heidi held his arm and walked as he led her down the stairs and through the room. Gradually, the girl came to her senses as she saw the other dancers letting men do all kinds of things to them. But they were all smiling and urging the men on. Heidi's head swam as she fought to retain her fragile thread of reality. When she saw Troy sitting at a table over drinks with some other men, she found her voice.

	"Troy! Troy! They...they...the men did this."

	Troy coolly turned his head and observed the mess in Heidi's crotch. He could still see the sticky, drying blood beneath the oozing layers of semen. Her slim, flawless thighs were likewise covered. She had certainly been given a workout.

	Turning in his chair to face her, he unzipped his fly and put his hand on her shoulder, forcing her to kneel. Heidi looked at him uncomprehendingly. Shaking his head at how stupid new meat could be, he pulled her toward his erection. 

	"What do you think those exercises were with the candy stick you dumb little cunt? Open wide and I'd better not feel any teeth!"

	Heidi's reserve broke when she realized Roseanne had tricked her. Defeated, she opened her mouth and leaned forward, remembering what the woman had taught her. The nine year-old's soft red lips that had never yet kissed a boy sealed themselves around the man's cock.

	Troy leaned back in contentment as the little girl's mouth enveloped his prick head. He took a pigtail in each hand, controlling the movement of her head as she took her first face fucking. And once he got the rhythm he wanted, Heidi matched her movements with him, sucking hard as she used her tongue. She was too frightened to do anything to upset him and concentrated on his oral work. 

	Her mouth was full of saliva and she couldn't help but to drool as she bobbed on his shaft. It made her look quite slutty as if his meat was making her hungry. The other men at the table shifted their chairs so they could watch the nude, slender child rocking on her knees as she forcibly ate her first cock. 

	When Troy suddenly held her head still, Heidi feared the same flood that had soiled her other place would fill her mouth. She was right and Troy held her head fast, making her swallow his cum. It was salty and kind of fishy-tasting. Heidi was revolted, but didn't try to break free until Troy let go of her hair. Heidi leaned over, coughing and sputtering over the remains of his load. Troy watched dispassionately before turning to the others.

	"The bar's open boys. Take your measure."

	Heidi was pulled onto the table, her nightmare resuming as her mouth and pussy were used by a variety of cocks. 

	It was two o'clock when it was over, although Heidi had no sense of the time. She felt utterly betrayed, but meekly followed Roseanne to the showers where the other women were washing themselves. The girl's expression was dull as she joined them, scrubbing the stains of her repeated rapes from her body.

	Dressing back in her regular clothes, she followed the others to the main room where Troy was drinking at the table once more. 

	"We're closed on Sunday to give is a break. But we'll see you Monday night by eight-thirty," he said to Heidi. 

	The girl shook her head and Troy snorted.

	"Hey, here's how it works. We took the time to train you and now you have to pay it off."

	"I can't do this again," she sobbed. 

	"Sure you can. It gets easier," Troy said in a reasonable voice before smacking his forehead with his hand. "Oh, you're worried that your aunt won't allow it right?

	Heartened, Heidi nodded. Troy smiled amiably.

	"Don't worry. We'll just sit down and explain it to her. Once she sees these, she'll understand."

	Heidi's jaw dropped as Troy spread a small stack of color photos on the table. A few were of her on stage in that outfit. The rest were decidedly more hardcore from both the suite and Troy's table as Heidi saw so many images of her taking cocks in her pussy and her mouth.

	"You know," Troy said. "We probably need to clear it with your teacher and principal, too. Don't worry, I can also show them the video footage we have. Then they'll understand."

	When Heidi shook her head, Troy chuckled.

	"So you'll come back here Monday on your own? That's a girl."

	Heidi stumbled past him, just wanting to go home to her bed. But Troy took her by the wrist. As she turned, he pressed a wad of bills in her hand. She stared at it, uncomprehending. Then he closed Heidi's fingers around the money until she held it tightly, nodding in satisfaction.

	"It's your salary for tonight, plus your cut of the tips your customers paid," he explained to the little girl. "Congratulations, Heidi. You're now a whore."

	

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