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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, March 29, 2016

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Filename: thegirlf.txt
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story_codes: MMM/g(9), prostitute

story_intro: At nine years of age, Lucy has reluctantly become a seasoned professional prostitute in order to support her mother's drug habit. As an evening passes, she services several customers while attracting the attention of an obsessed admirer parked close by.


story_language: English




The Girl from the Alley

Written by madvlad


	Ernie's car looked no different than the others whose owners deemed them to be a low enough risk to park in this part of town. From his vantage point, he could see across the street and inside the alley where certain businesses were transacted at night - the kind that didn't need a store front.

	Among certain circles, this area was known as the Veal Market, referencing its selection of tender young meat. A few girls in their early to mid-teens plied their trade, here. Many of them wore heavy make-up, which Ernie thought was a waste. The clients were looking for young, not young trying to pass for older. Then again, some of them were regulars of the meth dealers and probably needed some help. Fourteen going on sixty, so to speak.

	A couple entered the alley - the taller one was definitely the john. And Ernie recognized the slight figure of the smaller one. She was his favorite honey and never wore makeup. Not that it would have helped much because at nine, she wasn't going to pass for much older.

	Lucy was her name - Ernie knew that from previous encounters although their conversations were kept short in deference to other matters. She was a thin girl and the red tube top stretched across her formless chest emphasized her immaturity; a walking advertisement for something tantalizingly illicit. Adding to the look were the long pigtails of dirty blonde hair.

	From the waist down, Lucy presented another paradoxical display of her youth and her profession. A tight black miniskirt hugged her rear, appearing to be made of leather but it was likely just a cheaper, imitation material. Where the hell a kid could find something like that in her size was beyond Ernie. It had to be a sign of society going downhill on a steep grade.

	Watching the little girl walking in that slutty garment made Ernie appreciate society's direction.

	Equally enticing was Lucy's choice in footwear. No high-heeled shoes for her, which made since the streets and sidewalks in this area were pocked with holes and cracks that routinely claimed a number of stiletto heels as victims. Plus, Ernie reasoned, the kid probably couldn't walk in heels anyway.

	Instead, Lucy wore black Mary Janes. Her white socks were ankle high with ruffles. Elementary schoolgirl chic to complete her otherwise hooker ensemble.

	Taking a few bills from the man, Lucy tucked them in her purse before kneeling upright in front of him. From the car, Ernie settled in, feeling the reaction in his groin. God, how he loved watching that girl work.

	Lucy's already pathetically short skirt hiked up a little more, exposing the curves of her luscious little bottom. It was a thing of beauty, contoured with her small frame with the smooth globes pressed tightly and her youth keeping them high and taut.

	Lucy had the man's erection out. With one small hand clutching at the base, the nine year-old had her lips clamped around him. Her long pigtails swayed as her mouth slid back and forth. While there was enough ambient light for Ernie to catch the action, he couldn't tell by looking as to how wet the man's prick was. But from experience, he knew how well Lucy's little tongue could swab it all over.

	Evidently, it didn't take long for the man to cum inside the grade-schooler's mouth. As Lucy turned her head to spit, the man hurriedly reeled his member in and zipped up before scooting out of the alley. From his time in these parts, Ernie knew the man had been relatively safe. It was deeper in the alley, where the glow of billboards and traffic lights didn't reach, where the hardcore middle men waited to distribute their poison to the sidewalk peddlers. Sometimes they sold directly to the teens, taking payment in flesh. But they preferred to keep to the dark.

	As far as police involvement with the johns or the dealers, well, Ernie knew that wasn't a problem unless someone ended up dead. That was nearly always from the drug end - a dealer fight or some bad dope that left an impatient or new user twitching on the curb. 

	Lucy had serviced a few more men with her mouth before a customer anted up more green. Standing on a milk crate she had used many times before, Lucy was leaning forward with her hands flat against the grimy brick wall as if she were about to be frisked. Her black thong (again, where the hell did she get that?) was hung around one ankle and now her black faux-leather skirt was pushed up to display her nine year-old ass in all its glory. 

	Soon, her little buns weren't pressed so tightly together as the man had his prick boring into the little girl's asshole. Ernie could see her pigtails moving again, this time to the rhythm of her buggering.

	Just the night before, the man has been sitting next to his wife of twenty-three years, her carefully made-up face aglow as her husband was feted at a banquet for a charity he had been involved in for years. He had just made senior partner at his firm, as well, and she never minded indulging him in the occasional golfing weekend or nights with his buddies at a game or upscale bar. 

	After a couple of hours of talking over expensive bourbon, he had excused himself, citing an early morning conference call to Europe the next day. The call was real, but his main purpose in cutting the evening short was to spend some quality time in the snug confines of a third grader's pert little ass.

	Her anal chute was soft around his meat, caressing it. The little girl grunted with every plunge he made, as if appreciating the work he had to do to squeeze his adult meat into her childish rump.

	Lucy's fingertips dug into the gritty brick as she was sodomized. Despite the cool air, she was sweating as the hardened rod thrusting into her made her innards flex and churn. 

	In her year in the trade (not counting the occasional blowjobs she had done for some of her mother's "friends" since she was four), Lucy had picked up many of the tricks to make her workload a little more bearable. Before leaving her apartment every night, she made sure she had dabbed some gel in those places beneath her skirt. And she was still sucking on a peppermint candy - her third of the night after getting her mouth splashed with musky semen many more times than that.

	Her mother did this kind of work for years, supporting herself and Lucy. But last year, her mother was getting too tired and had to stay home more often. Lucy knew it had something to do with the stuff the men in the deep alley provided. But she didn't want bad teeth and worse breath and the needles frightened her almost as much as the angry scars they left between her mother's toes. Lately, though, her mother never bothered using in hidden places and the red marks now showed in other places on the woman.

	Last night, Lucy had to go to the deep alley, enduring the thrusting of two unwashed cocks at once - one in her mouth and one in her cunny - so she could bring home a baggie to her mother. At least that meant she wouldn't have to go back there for another few days. Unless some of her mother's friends came over for a party. Lucy always knew what was expected of her when she came home from school and found a ripped and empty clear plastic bag wadded on the kitchen table. She would have to go shopping for her mother before her night was through.

	A burst of heat in her lower guts told her that she had satisfied another customer. Oral sex was easier, but it was the fucking below the waist that earned more money and made her nights shorter. That helped since she didn't like being caught sleeping in class as it was so embarrassing.

	The man humped a few more times, sliding his dick in the nine year-old's greasy little rectum to make sure she took every drop of his load. Remaining inside her for another minute, he stroked her fragile-looking torso with his hands. As he enjoyed the immature lines of her figure, he reflected on his daughters and their friends at that age, often hiding his erection under a magazine at the club pool while he ogled those girls from behind his designer sunglasses.

	After he pulled out, Lucy staggered from her milk crate. She took packets of wet wipes from her purse and gave one to the man who washed himself. Her palms and fingers darkened from the dirty bricks, Lucy used another wipe to clean her hands before opening another to take care of the sticky trickles now escaping down her legs. 

	After she had her thong in place, she mentally did her arithmetic for the night (she knew never to count her cash in the open). Her teacher had been impressed by the mathematical proficiency of the otherwise ordinary student, never suspecting the real-life experience that had honed the girl's skills. Lucy nodded as she completed the  tally; she had enough to call it a night.

	Then she saw a red light blinking from a parked car and knew she had one more stop.

	Ernie set the flashlight with the red lens down after Lucy acknowledged his signal. She was walking a little gingerly toward his car, her slim body still smarting from the thick cock that had just been ramming into it. Ernie unlocked the door as she neared and then locked it again after she had slipped inside.

	"Hello, Lucy," he said. "I see you've been working hard tonight."

	"Yes, Detective Dancheck," she replied quietly.

	"That was quite an ass-reaming you took tonight. I'm sure it will really help your mother with the bills."

	"Yes."

	Lucy was never much for conversation which suited Ernie just fine. She and the other girls understood that the vice squad detective required payments to keep their workplace free of police interference. And tonight was Lucy's turn, although she wouldn't have to open the cheap purse hanging from her shoulder.

	"You want to go in my pussy?" she asked, already sliding her thong off.

	Ernie grunted in acknowledgement. Although all of the girls were used goods, he never liked going in a hole where one of their customers had just cum inside of that night. After some maneuvering to straddle on his lap facing him, Lucy balanced herself with one hand on his shoulder while she lifted her skirt with her other. Ernie's cock, standing upright beneath the girl's thighs, twitched at the sight of her hairless genitals.

	Lucy lowered herself onto him, grunting as she had to slowly twist to get the man into her small twat. Ernie's breath was ragged as the child's tightness slowly relinquished her tender snatch to his invader. Once she was fully skewered, Lucy remained still. Ernie understood as the little prostitute needed time to allow her young quim to adjust to his presence.

	Then Lucy did all of the work, riding his prick slowly. The nine year-old's pussy tugged and sucked at his member, getting slicker around his hardness. Biting his lower lip, Ernie kept his control, making the third grader earn her due with her tight little cunt as it polished and massaged his shaft.

	"Do you want to see my tits?" she asked softly.

	"You know it, baby," Ernie rasped.

	Keeping her stride on his dick, Lucy pushed her tube top up to her armpits, revealing nothing more than her flat chest. In the dim light, her pale nipples were hardly visible, but seeing the preteen with her clothing askew like this was a further turn-on for Ernie.

	Another few minutes of the bare-chested child riding his meat with her snuggly snatch was Ernie could take. His balls pulsing in his unzipped pants, he poured his steaming jism into the child whore. Her slim body quivered with every jet she took.

	There were no words between them as Lucy took the pack of tissues from his glove box. They cleaned themselves marginally - the best they could reasonably do inside the car. While Lucy retrieved her thong, Ernie fiddled with something else. 

	As she reached for the door handle, he called her name.

	"Hold on, I have something for you," he said as he held out his white handkerchief. 

	The detective had never been one to dispense gifts, but the little girl was intrigued by the possibility of a surprise. She leaned over, peering at the white cloth carefully cupped in his hand, wondering what he had hidden there.

	Suddenly, Ernie's hand shot up, clamping the handkerchief over the girl's nose and mouth. Startled, Lucy sucked in a breath, registering a sweetish solvent smell before the chloroform rendered her unconscious.

	Ernie waited a few more breaths before removing his hand. He stuffed the girl down onto the floorboard on the passenger side.

	There were plenty of other girls he could extract protection "fees" from out here. But this was one prize he was no longer about to share with customers. He had it all planned, including the spare bedroom in his apartment with all of its special accessories. 

	No one paid any attention to the nondescript sedan that pulled away into the city night.


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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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