"Don't hurt my daddy you bastards!"

Shannon Mitchell lunged at the two men holding her father, kicking at them until a hand grabbed her arm. Twisting around she bit at it, hearing Big Tony swear as her teeth sank into his sleeve.

His other hand caught her arm and twisted it around and behind her so her back was to him. She tried to kick out but he just forced her arm further up until she yelled.

"Right, I don't like hurting girls, so you stay still whilst my boys and me have a word with your father."

Shannon still struggled until Big Tony put his arm around her chest, pinning her in place.

"Good, that's better. Now, Errol, you and Terry explain to Mr Mitchell why he should pay me back the grand he owes me."

"Ok, boss." Errol looked at where his fellow bruiser held Shannon's father, then swung a punch into Benny Mitchell's guts, causing him to buckle over.

"Now, Benny, that was just a reminder. You've got a week to pay me, otherwise, well I just hope you like the taste of hospital food. You can let him go now, Terry."

Terry released his hold and Benny Mitchell fell to the floor, gasping.

"Let's go, boys," Big Tony said, pushing Shannon away from him.

The eleven year old girl turned round. "You bastard. I'll get you for this!"

"Listen, kid. You've been around your dad for long enough now to know how things work in this world. If you can't pay your debts, you get punished. Your dad knows this, so just learn to deal with it."

Big Tony and his boys left the Mitchell's house and Shannon ran over to her father.

"Are you alright daddy?"

"I'm sorry, Shannon. I shouldn't have borrowed money off him, but I was desperate."

"But how can you pay him back?"

"I'll figure out something. I can sell the car for maybe £500 and, I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to sell your X-Box too and then I might be able to get £300 for your mum's engagement ring and..."

"No! You can't sell that! It's all we have left from her."

"I have to! If I don't give him his money he'll just hurt me more and I don't have anything else he wants."

Shannon thought for a moment. "Look, daddy, I've got an idea, but I can't tell you, just trust me. I think I know something that will help."

"Are you sure? Please, don't do anything stupid. If you get caught nicking stuff now you're old enough that they could put you away and I don't want my daughter to go to jail."

"Don't worry, I won't do that, just trust me, ok?"

"Ok, if you're certain, I'll trust you."

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Shannon walked along the road to Big Tony's office. Everyone knew where it was, or, at least, everyone who'd had dealings with him, but few people wanted to go there. She'd been past it once before a year or so back when she'd been bunking off school, it looked really posh, after all Big Tony made enough money from his various "enterprises" as he called them, but she'd heard enough stories from her father and his friends to know that most of them were crooked and she'd received more of an education from them than from all the teachers at school.

Rather than her usual jeans and sweatshirt, she was wearing a black skirt and a red satin halter top that she'd shoplifted recently, along with a pair of 2" heel shoes that she'd picked up by walking into a shoe shop in old trainers and walking out with a pair of shoes she'd "tried on", although she'd almost given the game away by tripping over a stair on the way out. Fortunately nobody had noticed and she'd got away with it.

She walked up the stairs to the office and in the door. The receptionist looked at her cooly, "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, my name is Shannon Mitchell, I want to talk to Big Tony."

The cool expression turned frosty. "Mr Carver is a busy man, I doubt he has time too-"

"He'll see me. Tell him I'm here," she interrupted.

The woman narrowed her eyes. Maybe the child was messing around, but she'd seen stranger things whilst working here and the confident way the kid said that he'd see her was disconcerting.

She picked up the phone. "This is Marie, there's a Shannon Mitchell here who wants to see Mr Carver." She paused. "Ok." She looked at Shannon. "Please go upstairs."

Shannon smirked "Thank you so much". She walked up the stairs to another reception area where Errol and Terry were lounging on a sofa watching football on TV.

"What do you want, kid?" said Errol.

"I want to see Big Tony."

"Why?"

"That's none of your business and I'm not going to tell you, so stop wasting time and let me in."

Errol scowled, but stood and knocked on the door by the sofa, then opened it and stuck his head through. "Boss, it's the Mitchell kid."

"Show her in," came Big Tony's voice.

Shannon walked into the office and calmly sat down on the chair in front of the desk. It was a big office with a large desk and a swivel chair behind it where Big Tony sat. Off to one side was a sofa and a music centre whilst on the other side vertical blinds screened the window, letting in light but not letting anyone see in.

"Ok, kid, I'm busy, what do you want?"

She waited until she heard the door swing shut, then said "I want you to write off my daddy's debt."

Tony stared at her, then laughed. "Are you kidding? Why should I do that?"

"Because I've got something you want."

"What? You've got nothing I want."

"Yes, I have." She reached down and took hold of the bottom of her halter top, then pulled it up to show her budding breasts.

Big Tony's jaw dropped and he stared at the young girl's bosom which was at that stage where the growing breast tissue was surmounted by the puffy nipples of a pre-pubescent girl.

"What the fuck are you up to," he whispered. "I don't want that. Pull your shirt down!"

"I think you do. When you grabbed me, I felt your hand across my chest and you were copping a feel of my tits."

"I wasn't, you're mad," he snapped, but she noticed that his eyes briefly flicked towards the door.

"So why did you have a hard on? Oh don't say you didn't, I could feel it sticking into my back. I just didn't say anything at the time because I was worried about your gorillas hitting my dad."

"Alright, that's enough. I don't know what your game is, but you can get out of here."

"I can, but I bet if you stand up right now I'll see you've got a hard on again."

"I haven't."

"Really? Go on then, show me."

"What? I don't have to show you anything."

"No, you don't, but I can show you something else. Do you know I haven't got any knickers on?"

Big Tony's eyes involuntarily dropped towards her crotch and Shannon continued, "So, do I leave, or do I pull up my skirt and show you my pussy?"

"Look, for all I know you're just doing this to get me into trouble after what happened with your dad."

She looked offended. "I'm not a bloody grass! Alright I said I'd get back at you for what you got your boys to do, but that was just because I was pissed off at you. Now I'm offering you a deal. You do deals all the time, so you can take it or leave it, but I bet you want to take it, don't you?"

He sat back. Knowing her dad, she was probably telling the truth. Benny might only have been a bit crooked, but he knew the rules and he'd almost certainly taught his kid the proper ways to behave and turning someone over to the Rozzers wasn't one of them.

"Well, what's it going to be? Do you want to see my pussy? Or do I walk out of here?"

The man in front of her drew a ragged breath and Shannon knew she'd hooked him. He glanced at the door and then back at her. "Show me," he whispered.

Smiling, she slowly and teasingly pulled up the hem of her skirt, then parted her legs. Big Tony's eyes were almost bulging out of his head as he stared at the pre-teen crotch with its fuzz of downy hair.

She flipped her skirt down again and said "If you write off my daddy's debt, you can have that."

"You really mean it?"

"I mean it. Really."

Trying to get some semblance of control back he said toughly "And what if I just take it anyway?"

She laughed. "If you try that, I scream and Errol and Terry come in and find you trying to rape me. What's that going to

do for your reputation? Even if you don't get banged up, once word gets out you're finished. Nobody likes a kiddy fiddler and that's all you'll be."

"I'll send them away."

"Won't work. I've sent a delayed text on my phone to a friend. If I don't cancel it she'll get a message saying you're trying to rape me and to call the police."

Tony paused. Was she bluffing? He didn't know much about the phones these kids had these days and maybe she was telling the truth. He looked at her and she seemed confident so maybe he shouldn't take the risk.

The thing was, he definitely did have a hard on and she'd been right that he'd taken the chance to feel her tits. He'd never admit it to anyone, hell, he'd hardly admit it to himself, but he did find little girls attractive and frankly a grand was chicken feed to him, especially when compared to actually being able to indulge his fantasies. He thought a bit more then made up his mind.

"Errol!" he called and the door opened. "I'm going to knock off early today, so you and Terry can push off and I'll lock up after I've finished with this kid. Tell Marie she can go home too."

"OK, boss. See you tomorrow." Errol closed the door.

"Alright, you've got a deal," he said to Shannon.

"Good, but I want to see it in writing."

He almost chuckled. This kid may only have been eleven, but she was certainly no mug.

"Ok, here you go." He wrote "Benny Mitchell's debt is paid" on a piece of paper, then dated and signed it. Quickly Shannon snapped a picture of it on her phone and sent it to another phone she owned which was at a friend's house, then tucked the original into her purse.

"Thanks. Now what do you want me to do?"

"Give the boys a few minutes to get out first," he paused. "Want a Coke?" He went over to a small fridge and got out a can for her and a bottle of beer for himself, then sat back at his desk.

"You know, you're pretty damn smart for a kid."

She shrugged, sipping her drink. "I suppose."

"So what are you going to tell your father?"

"I thought I'd tell him I got a job working for you and I'd pay off what he owes you through that."

"Not bad." He sat back down, his eyes flicking towards the girl, then away to the window, then back to her before roving around the office. She smiled to herself. He obviously wanted to look at her, but didn't want to stare.

There was the sound of a car engine starting outside and a few moments later, another.

"Is that them gone, now?"

"Yeah."

"So do you want to see my tits again?"

"God yes!"

She pulled up her halter top again and he stared at the lovely pre-teen breasts with their curious but lovely double bumped appearance. "Do you like them?" she teased, rubbing one hand over them, the little nipples perking up.

"They're beautiful!"

"Want to touch them?"

"Oh please," he gasped.

She got up and walked around to his side of the desk, then, to his surprise, hopped up onto his lap. She wriggled around for a moment and then said "Mmm, looks like you do have a hard on."

Tony groaned, he'd almost come as her cute arse had rubbed against his crotch, but he'd managed to hold back because he already knew he wanted to shoot his load into Shannon's virgin pussy.

"Anyway," she continued, "you were going to touch my titties."

Breathing heavily, he brought his hand up and ran it over the girl's chest, gently stroking and squeezing the tender flesh, feeling its softness and the harder little bud on top.

"Mmm, that's nice, Big Tony." she said.

He stopped a moment. "Please, don't call me that."

"No?"

"No. That's what people call me when I'm working, not..."

"Not touching a girl's boobs?"

"Yeah. Umm, look, call me... well, would you call me Uncle Tony?"

She smile. "Sure, Uncle Tony." She paused, then said, "Uncle Tony?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to put your hand up my skirt?"

"Oh God, yes!"

"Ok."

She leaned back a little, then parted her legs. He moved his hand down onto her slender thigh, then drew it up until his fingers were touching her slit. Gently he brushed his finger tips over the delicate skin, stroking and caressing.

"Ooh, that's feels nice, Uncle Tony."

"God, yes it does!"

"So do you want to fuck me?"

He looked at her, "you do know what that means, don't you?" he asked.

"Of course. It means you stick your cock into my cunny."

"Yes, but, look, you're a virgin aren't you? I mean you've never been fucked before."

"No, I've never been fucked. I've let a couple of boys touch me up, but that's all."

"Ok, so do you know what a hymen is?"

"Yeah, it's sort of a bit of skin inside a girl. If she's not been fucked, that is."

"Right. So it means that if I fuck you it might hurt and even bleed a bit."

She shrugged. "I'm tough."

"Alright, I just thought I ought to warn you."

"Thanks. So you want to do that now?"

"Let's not rush. I want to enjoy this slowly."

"Ok, so what do you want to do now?"

"Do you go to discos? Do you like to dance?"

"Sure."

"Right, get up a moment." He went over to the music centre and picked out a CD, putting it on to play. Slow music filled the office. He pulled the cord on the blinds so they blocked the window completely, leaving room dimly lit by some wall lights, then went and sat on the sofa. "Dance for me, sweetie."

She smiled and stood in front of him, gently swaying to the music. She turned slowly, bending over a bit and sticking out her bum, wiggling it in an incredibly sexy way, then turned back and ran her hands over the thin material covering her breasts.

"Want me to take this off?"

"Oh yes, please!"

She pulled the halter top up and tossed it aside, teasingly covering her breasts with her hands, then slowly pulling them away, squeezing them and tugging on her nipples.

"What about my skirt?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes, take that off too!"

The waist of the skirt was elasticated, so she just slowly pushed it down her thighs until it dropped down to her ankles.

She stepped one foot out and kicked it away.

Tony stared at the beautiful girl gyrating in front of him, naked apart from her little 2" heel shoes. It was the most incredibly erotic sight he'd ever seen and he couldn't resist rubbing his hand over his crotch as he watched her dance for him. He'd fantasised about things like this in the past, but never thought he'd actually get the chance to see something like this in real life.

"Do you like my dancing, Uncle Tony?"

"God, yes! You're amazing. Where did you learn to do stuff like that?"

She shrugged, "I've seen lots of porn and stuff on the internet, so I just sort of copied that."

"You know you're not supposed to look at that, don't you?"

She laughed, "and you're not supposed to look at little girls, but you're doing that, aren't you."

He laughed with her. "Ok, you got me there. Anyway, how about you come and sit on my lap again."

"Sure."

She came and sat across his lap and he put his arms around her. "You're really cute, you know."

"Thanks."

His hands caressed her body softly, stroking her sides, breasts and thighs, then gently moving up between them. Obligingly she parted her legs letting him brush his fingertips over her pussy again.

"Do you ever play with yourself?" he asked.

"You mean like rub my pussy? Yeah, sometimes, it feels nice."

"Do you come?"

"Sure. It feels really nice."

"I want to watch you do that."

Shannon smiled, "Ok Uncle Tony." She leaned back with her left arm around him and spread her legs a bit more, then brought her right hand up and started to stroke her crotch. Tony looked down at the girl's hand rubbing her pussy, caressing the lips, then pressing a finger tip down towards her clit.

"Uncle Tony?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Do you want to squeeze my tits while I play with myself?"

"That sounds like a great idea," he brought his right hand up and began to gently press and pinch the girl's beautiful breasts.

"Oh yeah, I like that." Her hand began to move faster and faster, rubbing back and forth over her cunt until she suddenly stiffened and gasped as she came.

Shannon gave him a hug. "Thanks, Uncle Tony, that was great."

"It certainly was, you looked incredibly horny like that."

"So do you want to fuck me now?"

"God, yes! Scoot back a bit and lie on the sofa. Good, now spread your legs."

He looked at the sweet pussy in front of him and couldn't resist bending down to lick it.

"Ooh, that's nice! I've never had someone lick me down there."

"I want to make sure you're good and ready," he said, licking her cunt.

"I think I'm definitely ready," she laughed.

He reached down and unzipped his trousers, then undid the belt and pushed them and his boxer shorts down, letting his cock finally spring out.

"Wow!" Shannon said. "Is that why they call you Big Tony?" His cock was quite large, not as big as some she'd seen in porn, but definitely bigger than average.

"Well, it might be one reason," he laughed. "Now are you sure you're ok with this?"

"I think so, just go slow, ok?"

"Sure, remember this might hurt a bit, but it will be fine after."

"I know, go on."

He carefully positioned himself over her and pressed the tip of his prick against her pussy. Gently he rubbed the head over her slit, then, when it was in the right place, began to push it in.

"Mmm. Ooh. Oh!" Shannon gasped a little as the head started to enter her.

"Is it ok?"

"Yeah, just let me get used to it, it's so big." She paused and took a deep breath. "Ok, go in a bit more."

Slowly he pushed a little further into her, desperately resisting the temptation to just slam it in to the hilt.

"Ahhh," she moaned, biting her lip.

Immediately he stopped. "Enough?"

"Hang on." She wriggled her hips about, the tight hole causing incredible sensations on his cock head. "That's better, go on."

He managed another inch before she said "Ok, stop, I think that's all I can take." He glanced down. At least half his length was inside her. "That's great, sweetie, you've done really well."

"Thanks." She looked up into his eyes. "Now, Uncle Tony, fuck me!"

Not wasting any more time, he pulled back until only the head was inside her, then pushed back in to the same depth.

"Oh yeah! Oh that feels nice! Fuck me Uncle Tony, please, fuck me!"

He started to thrust in and out of her, luxuriating at her tightness. "Oh god, sweetie, you feel good. Mmm! Oh god I'm going to come already!" The sensations were just too much and with a groan he climaxed, his spunk shooting endlessly, deep into the girls pussy.

At last his orgasm was over and he almost collapsed onto the sofa beside Shannon.

"That was incredible, sweetie. Thank you so much!"

"That's ok, I liked it too."

He reached over to the table beside the sofa where there was a box of tissues and wiped his cock clean, then took another couple and gently wiped the girl where his come was trickling out of her pussy.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine, thanks. It's a bit sore down there, but it didn't hurt badly."

"Good. And you hardly bled at all, there's only a couple of tiny spots."

"Good, I don't want to mess up your sofa," she laughed.

He chuckled, "I can get a new sofa easily enough, but I bet I couldn't get a girl as lovely as you that easily."

He lay by her and they cuddled for a long while.

After a time he said, "You know you said you'd tell your dad you'd got a job working for me. Well, I've been thinking, I could use a kid like you. You're clever, you look innocent enough, you could go places and carry stuff without people being suspicious."

"And that's all?" she said with a smile.

"Well, maybe there might be other stuff too.

"Hmm, how much would I get?"

"A hundred quid a month."

"Oh come on. I want a thousand."

"No way. Alright, how about this, five hundred and once a month you come here to my office."

She smiled and kissed him.

"Ok, you've got a deal, Uncle Tony."