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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, March 14, 2019

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story_codes: Men/preteen girl, MM/g(11), semi-cons, non-cons

story_intro: Allie has been such a joy to Yuri that he decides to share her with his boss. While she's unhappily learning new ways to service men with her young body, she fears that she is growing distant from her best friend, although that may be the best protection for the other girl.


story_language: English






Spa Girl, part 2

Written by madvlad


	Neither friend knew how much she was envied by the other. As they walked toward the school exit to the buses, Allie listened as Cam casually mentioned something her mother was going to attempt to make for dinner that night. Cam's mom was always trying new recipes she found and, while most of the time they came out alright, there were some disasters albeit on the hilarious side.

	Cam may have thought little of this, but Allie knew that her own mother couldn't be bothered with such things as kitchen adventures unless it was something that Allie's stepfather, Jim wanted (which he never did). Or if Jim's kids wanted it, of course it would be done. Allie had only met them a few times - they were rather spoiled and she had the sense that their divorced parents each indulged them in some sort of odd competition between grown-ups (even if it didn't sound very grown up).

	Allie just wished her mother hadn't been caught up in this twisted game. Jim's ex-wife had remarried and her husband was also happily involved in the kid wars. Allie wondered if he had kids from another marriage - maybe they could meet and all run away together. Neglected Kids from First Marriages Unite!

	Cam glanced at Allie's new jacket. Like some of her other clothes, it was recently purchased and really nice. There was a Justice store not far from Allie's apartment building and Cam guessed that Allie's mom was finally indulging her daughter somewhat. At least in her own family, her Cam's mother was still involved although her father lived out of state and was in trouble for skipping out on child support payments.

	Both girls were in the fifth grade but were nearly eight months apart in age. While Allie had turned eleven almost a month earlier, Cam wouldn't see the double-ones until the summer. The age difference hadn't seemed so much before (and Allie didn't seem to notice) but Cam was becoming painfully aware of it.

	When Allie's shirts were pressed closely to her chest, the slight swellings there could be seen and Cam knew that her friend now wore training bras. Desperate not to be seen as falling behind the other girls in her class, Cam had begged her mother for a training bra as well. The girl knew she didn't physically need one. In truth, she was no more developed on her chest than her six year old sister was. But her mother, remembering that painfully awkward age from her own childhood, had acquiesced.

	One flimsy undergarment had done wonders for Cam's esteem. Now she wondered about her name. Last year, she had ditched "Cammie" for "Cam". Her full name was Camilla, but that was just too stuffy for Cam's taste. Nah - Cam would be fine. After all, she was still kid.

	"Oh!" Allie exclaimed as she stopped in mid-sentence while they were discussing the possibilities of Cam's mother's new casserole idea.

	Stopping, Allie pulled a cell phone from her small denim purse and thumbed open the text screen. This surprised Cam - a cell phone! Awesome! Brushing some light brown curls from her face in a gesture so automatic she was hardly aware when she did it, she tried to get a peek at the message but Allie darkened the screen and slipped the phone back in her purse. Looking up, she saw the dark Mercedes parked at the curb where a few other parents were waiting for their children.

	"I have to go somewhere else," Allie quickly explained. "See you tomorrow."

	Cam's brow furrowed as she watched her friend hurry toward the parked cars. Allie had been rather vague about her after-school stuff of late. She even claimed to be busy over the last couple of weekends. Fearing she was being left behind, Cam trudged toward her bus. Despite her hurt, she envied Allie for being so grown-up all of the sudden.

	A man in a suit and sunglasses opened the door for Allie. Like the others, he was well-muscled and probably armed. This one's name was Boris and he was Yuri's driver. Sliding into the back seat where Yuri was waiting, Allie caught a glimpse of Cam boarding the bus. Looking longingly, she envied her friend for not knowing what it was like to have a man between her spread legs and doing grown-up things to her.

	When the door closed, Allie felt Yuri's hand on her head. She knew what to do and he didn't need to hold her - but he enjoyed the added dominance. Knowing how the afternoon would progress, the eleven year-old felt the familiar warmth start to bloom in her sex. It was shameful but she couldn't deny the anticipation of how he made her feel when he put his fingers all over that place. Even when something else was there - in there - it felt a little good despite him liking to take her roughly.

	But all of that would happen later at the spa. While the Mercedes passed the line of school buses, no one could see Allie's head through the tinted windows as it lowered down into the man's lap.

	In the past week, Allie had learned about the rooms on the second floor of the Dawn of Life Spa. These were where the older girls whom Mrs. Ling called "hostesses" entertained their clients. Twice now, Yuri had dispensed with the massage and simply took Allie to a rented room. Although she was merely a "table girl", the preteen quickly understood that her female work could be done in a bed just as efficiently as on a massage table.

	The rooms also came equipped with fixtures attached to the walls beds, and ceilings for additional equipment. Allie couldn't imagine what the eyelets and hooks on the ceilings were used for but had been manacled to the bed for Yuri's added pleasure. Again, it was for a sense of additional dominance although why a 250-plus pound man needed anything more to overpower an undersized eleven year-old was beyond Allie's reasoning.

	Today, though, they were back in a massage room although Yuri didn't want one. Even without chains, Allie was no more of a threat as she lay nude on the table with her legs forced far apart while Yuri, standing beside the table, pounded between them. With her slim thighs pressed against his waist, her lower legs naturally bent around him so that her heels were limply bouncing just above his rutting buttocks.

	As usual, he did not use any lubricant on her, preferring instead to manipulate her small cunny until she was squirming and the first of her fluids leaked from between her bald lips. Allie had to admit that she always enjoyed that, particularly after shedding the embarrassment of her nudity and being touched there. That bit of shame had gone by the end of her first week.

	Being penetrated was another matter although it was one she knew she couldn't avoid. While Yuri's intent with his fingers was to excite her; his intent with his cock was to promote his pleasure. Anything she got from it was incidental.

	As the man slammed his meat into her overstuffed snatch, the fifth grader endured it, trying to concentrate and hold onto the occasional slivers of carnal electricity induced by the constant friction inside her body. A light but sudden slap on the side of her face made her open her eyes as she realized he had been speaking to her. There was no escape from any of this today - she had to pay attention to him.

	Yuri gave a wolfish grin as his stare bored into Allie's greenish-gray eyes. He didn't want her fantasizing about being fucked by some boy band pop star (or maybe the little whore wanted to be banged by the entire band!) - not while he was doing the work. No, she must know who her real cock master was.

	This was the start her third week in his service; tomorrow would be two weeks since her defloration courtesy of Yuri's tool. Still, she was still lusciously virgin-tight around his prick as he plundered her hot young twat. The pounding tenderized the meaty little tunnel; making it slippery as well as her slutty liquid rinsed his member with every stroke and oozed from her dick-clenching, hairless labia. Her barely-there titties jiggled and he loved watching her pink nipples do their whore-dance for him while he used her.

	"That little girl you talked with - your friend," he asked while not breaking stride during his meat pounding of Allie's preteen quim. "What's her name?"

	Allie hesitated, as if saying Cam's name during this act would somehow sully her friend. Yuri jammed his prick into harder, mashing his head against her cervix to show his impatience with her delay.

	"C-cam."

	"Cam?" he replied, arching one eyebrow while resuming his normal pace inside Allie's clasping pussy. "Like in car engines? Dual overhead cams?"

	Allie had no idea what he was talking about.

	"It's short for Camilla. She used to be Cammie but likes Cam now instead."

	"Cam, Cam, Cam," Yuri echoed, reciting the name during each inward thrust into the lithe young blonde on the table. "Cam, she likes the good clothes?"

	"Yeah, sure."

	Occasionally, Yuri's Russian accent and grammatical lapses made it difficult to follow what he was saying. But in this instant, she understood his intent quite clearly. Her stomach knotted.

	"She likes your cell phone - I see her face when you see my text. Cam - she wants to be a whore too, yes?"

	"No!"

	Yuri threw back his head and laughed.

	"Yes! She like pretty things and toys like all girls do. She has to earn money, yes? Her Mama and Papa are rich? I don't think so. She have a juicy little cunt like you. Don't be jealous. You ask her if she want work."

	Allie was afraid to answer but Yuri's attention was now directly solely on his dick. Pumping his thick member into Allie's prepubescent cunt with more urgency, he slid his hands from Allie's waist to her chest where he roughly twisted his thumbs against her breast buds. Allie yelped as her sensitized nipples were ground, feeling a thread of arousal weaved in with the discomfort.

	Another sensation bloomed inside her; this time further below. Yuri's semen heated the girl's unripe reproductive chamber as it poured in with surges of pressure. Satisfied, Yuri put his hand to Allie's cheek once more but with a gentle pat.

	"You good whore," he panted. "I tell my boss how good. He all the way in Volgograd and I tell him."

	Pulling out, Yuri padded barefoot from the room. Left lying perpendicular on the table, Allie felt even more exposed as the man's jism dribbled from her smooth cunny but did nothing to move or cover herself. Sometimes Yuri left to make or take a phone call or get something to drink and he always wanted to find her just as he had left her.

	It was only a matter of minutes before Yuri returned with an older man wearing a silk robe. They spoke in Russian until the old man nodded in Allie's direction like he was satisfied with a particular loin of choice meat.

	"This is my boss," Yuri informed Allie. "All the way from Volgograd."

	"Yuri call me Boss," the older man said in an accent heavier than Yuri's. "You call me Gregor."

	"H-hello, Gregor," Allie managed.

	When Gregor gestured to Yuri, Yuri rolled Allie over onto her belly. Then he stepped away while Gregor pawed at the eleven year-old's round springy, buttocks. He seemed to enjoy the  compact young globes, tugging and squeezing and giving light slaps. Once again, Allie had the queer feeling of being merchandise in some meat shop.

	Then the old man's hands were gone and Allie heard the familiar clatter of the glass jars that were kept on the side table. It was massage oil that touched her next. Splattering for a moment over her right buttock, it quickly spread before the stream was moved over to her left cheek before becoming concentrated in the valley between the pair. The meat shop analogy was reinforced as Allie felt like she was being covered with....what was the word that Cam's mother used?

	Marinade.

	The oil stopped and Gregor's hands returned. This time, Allie was on the receiving end of a massage as the wrinkled, hairy fingers worked over the soft skin of the preteen's luscious little ass. Allie couldn't help but to pant as the man seemed to be determined to touch every round millimeter her pert rump. He was even smearing oil right where she...Oh, no. That was a hole but he wouldn't...not there, would he?

	Despite having grown up more drastically than she wished over the last two weeks, she had never considered that sex could be done that way. When some of the boys taunted each other at school, she heard about "faggot" and "up the ass" but they were just boys - crude boys at that. And she wasn't a boy. No, maybe this man, Gregor was simply...

	She felt something thicker than a finger slide between her buttocks as oily fingers dug into her pelvic bone.

	"Meep," she squeaked pitifully as the rubbery head of the man's dick pressed against her oiled bung hole.

	Gregor could feel the girl trying to squeeze her sphincter shut. It worked to a point as he intended; she was too lubricated there now to stop him but her momentary resistance made the first part of her anal penetration that much more exquisite to him. Little girls were always this way and he enjoyed the instant where they thought they could succeed, when all motion was suspended. Then force won out.

	The young blonde's held breath flew from her mouth in a raspy groan as his prick slid through her defeated rear portal. The ring of muscle bore down all around the gangster's member as it achingly protested but no longer impeding the intrusion. The smooth heat of the eleven year-old's rectal tissues greeted the conqueror, festooning it with taut caresses.

	Gregor drove his meat into Allie's virgin ass, feeling her attempting to squirm as her tight little rear was impaled. But his groin met her rump, crushing the gray pubic hair against the milky-hued, youthful globes that compressed slightly from the weight.

	"Good whore," Gregor praised before wrenching much of his prick from the snug confines of the preteen derriere.

	Age may have taken some of the strength that he used to have, but Gregor still used his cock like a whipsaw while driving in and out of the girl's burning anus. Allie thrashed weakly as her helpless ass was ruthlessly sodomized. She felt bruised inside as the hard member plumbed her guts. Only her garbling moans seem dot have any detrimental effect on the man as he enjoyed the oily plushness of her rear pleasure socket.

	"Yuri," Gregor complained. "Your whore is too noisy."

	Allie didn't understand all of the words as they were spoken in Russian, although Yuri had delighted in teaching her a bit of his language - particularly the more colorful parts - every day. At least Allie knew Yuri was talking about her when he said "shlyukha" - whore. But when Yuri walked around the table and approached her with his erection at the ready, she understood that she was about to do double duty.

	Allie's vocals became pleasantly muted for Gregor as they hushed to small wet gibbers as Yuri slid his dick and out of her mouth. Allie sucked on him, using her lips and tongue to full effect to keep the man's fingers which were wrapped in her blonde locks from pulling her hair tightly to where she feared her scalp would tear.

	While the girl slobbered and pleasured Yuri's cock, Gregor buggered her to his satisfaction. Her meaty ass tunnel clung to his pistoning member; hot and slippery from the lewd friction and oil. Trapped, the fifth grader serviced the two men at once as they forced their pricks into her tender holes again and again until they reached their climax.

	Allie's groan vibrated over Yuri's glans as the burst of steaming slime erupted in her violated rectum. Then the head that was pressing in her tongue spewed a similar fluid to remind the girl of how the stuff being injected into her poor little bottom would taste. With no other choice, the eleven year-old accepted the pollution into both ends of her body.

	When Mrs. Ling entered the room, she saw Allie draped across the table in the same manner as the men had left her a half hour before. Streaks of white had dribbled down her slender legs; seepage from both her lower orifices. Gesturing to one of the teens with, Mrs. Ling had her help Allie to her feet.

	"We have a hot bath for you," the woman said to the glassy-eyed blonde. "And I put special powder in water. It make you A-Number-One again. You see. Then you go home."

	As the first girl assisted Allie from the room, the other stripped sheet from the bed and would finish by cleaning the room. They were rather plain girls sent from poor families in China and would never be offered to customers unless one took a fancy to them. Either way, it did not matter to Mrs. Ling.

	Allie, though, was showing promise. Mrs. Ling had hopes the girl would be a real money-maker. The Russians paid well and expected much. To the woman, it was a matter of simple practicality. That it was right or wrong did not matter anymore than it had when her own uncle had left her at age nine at particular establishment in the Kowloon District in Hong Kong three decades before the British would leave.

	Young Nuan Ling had quickly learned the power of her body, even when it was purchased by others, and went on to learn that the power of the mind dwarfed all. Observation became her passion and she thrilled at her secret lessons while her teachers remained unware. It was why she was here and in charge and not cleaning sex-stained rooms in her late middle age back in Kowloon.

	If Allie had it in her, that was going to be completely up to her. Well, not completely. The Russians were more unpredictable and insatiable then the men she had known in her childhood. Shrugging, the woman turned and left the room to her worker.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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