Mandy Smith's alarm went off at seven and she shut it off immediately. She crawled out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom across the hall, peed, then washed her hands and brushed her teeth. She was still a little sleepy as she crossed back into her bedroom, yawning as she made her way to her closet door. She stopped in front of it and considered her reflection in her full length mirror for a moment before she reached up and grasped the straps of her thin nightgown. She pulled them down over her shoulders, then let the nightgown fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, pushed it behind her with one foot, and carefully inspected herself.

Mandy was a remarkably beautiful girl; long fine blonde hair, large blue eyes, a small girlish nose, high cheekbones, and thin sensuous lips. She was slender, almost boyish in shape, with small pointed breasts, a flat belly, hips that were just beginning to fill out, and a small round butt. As she studied herself in the mirror she let her eyes follow the smooth sweet lines of her developing body; the lovely contours of her breasts, her tiny dark pink nipples, her subtle hips, her long thin legs. She noted too the slight thatch of blonde pubic hair growing between her legs. She was exquisite in both form and appearance, a girl on the verge of becoming a woman, the kind of girl that men and boys stared at, longed for, and fantasized about. She was only twelve years old, and yet she knew what boys and men wanted from her, and was prepared to take full advantage of that.

She opened her closet door and began going through her clothes, trying to decide what she should wear today. Did she want to seem more grown up than she was, or the same age, or younger? She didn't think it mattered very much, since men tended to like her no matter how old they thought she might be. So it really depended on what she felt like wearing. Fortunately, she had a lot of nice clothes to choose from.

There were all sorts of dresses, teeshirts, blouses, and skirts. Even schoolgirl and scout uniforms, although she was neither a schoolgirl or a scout. She shifted several things on their hangers, letting her eyes rove over them until something caught her eye. Finally, something did, a cute little pink blouse that she'd bought just a few weeks ago. She pulled it out and looked at it, decided she would wear it, and tossed it onto the end of her bed. She searched through her clothes again until she settled on a short black skirt that would go perfectly with the blouse. She pulled it out, took it off its hanger, and tossed it onto the bed too.

Next she went to her dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside were somewhere between thirty and forty pairs of panties in various colors and fabrics and designs. Pink, blue, yellow, white, orange, red, purple, even black. Most of them were the standard cotton type, though she also had some in silk, and there were several pairs of french cut bikini panties and a couple of thongs as well. She sorted through them all, unable to decide, then finally gave up. She would go without panties today. Men liked that too.

She closed the drawer and opened the next one, took out a pair of pink socks (to match the blouse) and threw them on the bed as well. Finally, she went back to her closet and grabbed her black knee high boots. She carried them over to the bed, dropped them on the floor, and began to put together her look for the day.

She put the blouse on first, then stepped into the skirt, pulled it up over the end of her blouse, and fastened the button in back. Then she sat on the end of her bed and put on her socks and boots. When she was finished she once again checked herself in the mirror. She decided she looked pretty good. Cute, sexy, even a little trampy, all qualities which would be magnified in the eyes of the men who would want her. She smiled at her reflection.

"There," she said. "Perfect."

Mandy turned and went over to her nightstand, took one of the little pills out of its container, then returned to the bathroom. She took the pill with a glass of water, then left the bathroom and went through the living room of her apartment to the kitchen. She made herself some toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat down on the sofa in the living room to eat her breakfast. She was nearly done when her father came out of his room, dressed in just his pajama bottoms, and went directly into the bathroom. Mandy heard him pee, then flush the toilet. A moment later he came back out, crossed through the living room without seeming to notice her, and went directly to the refrigerator. He reached in and grabbed a beer, twisted the cap off, and took a long drink before he said, "That all you gonna eat for breakfast?"

"Yeah," Mandy replied. "I'm not very hungry." She popped the last bit of toast in her mouth, chewed, then washed it down with the last of the milk.

"You should eat more," Dad said as he came into the living room.

"I'll get something while I'm out, Daddy."

Dad made a grunting noise, apparently accepting what she'd said, and sat down next to her on the sofa. He took another drink of his beer, then looked at her, his eyes traveling over her body.

"You look nice," he said.

"Thanks, Daddy," Mandy answered.

Mandy waited a moment to see if he was going to say anything more, but he didn't, so she got up and took her glass back into the kitchen. She set it in the sink with the knife she'd used to butter her toast, then returned to the living room.

"I'll do the dishes when I get home," she said as she crossed over to the front door. Her purse hung from a hook on the coat rack and she took it down, slung it over her shoulder. "I'll be home in time to make dinner, too."

"Okay, Princess," Dad said as he picked up the remote and clicked the TV on.

Mandy went back over and stood near the sofa.

"Kiss goodbye?" she said.

Dad looked up at her and Mandy bent over, gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Don't work too hard," Dad said as he returned his attention to the television.

"I won't," Mandy replied, then turned and went out.

*****

Mandy left her apartment building and began walking south along the sidewalk. The streets were busy with traffic and pedestrians, most of the people on their way to work. She kept her gaze pointed forward, not bothering to look at anyone she passed as she made her way to the corner. Once she reached it she turned and went down the hill to the next block, which was Pacific Avenue. The busiest street in the whole city, and the one where her best prospects were.

She crossed the intersection and continued on down Pacific, still looking straight ahead; to most observers, she would seem like a normal (if somewhat provocatively dressed) kid on her way to school. She only had to stroll along for a few minutes before a car slowed at the curb and the driver tapped his horn. Mandy glanced over at him, saw him gesturing for her to come closer. He looked like he was in his forties, with a slightly balding head and a thin mustache below a fat nose. He was smiling at her, but that didn't improve his looks. Mandy forced herself to smile just a little as she moved closer to the car.

"Hey there, beautiful," the man said through the open passenger window. "How you doin?"

"Fine," Mandy replied. She didn't lean in the window like most girls, but just stood about half a foot away from the curb with her hands clasped together in front of her.

"Wanna go for a ride?"

"Okay."

"Great," the man said, smiling wide. "Hop in."

Mandy opened the car door and got in. As she shut the door the man told her, "Be sure you buckle up, there, beautiful."

"Okay," Mandy said. She quickly buckled the seatbelt as the car started moving down the street.

"My name's Bill," the man said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "What's your name?"

"Scarlett."

"Scarlett. That's a pretty name."

"Thank you."

"How old are you, Scarlett?"

Mandy took a moment to figure out what Bill wanted to hear, then said, "I'm eleven. I'll be twelve in two months."

"Sweet," Bill said. "So, where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere," Mandy replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Doesn't matter to me."

"How bout I take you to my place? I got a lot of different video games you could play."

"Cool. Do you have any money?"

"Of course. How much money do you need?"

"Two hundred dollars an hour."

Bill appeared to be thinking about that number for a moment. He slowed the car to a stop at a red light and looked over at her.

"Two hundred, huh?" he said. He took his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on her thigh, just under the end of her skirt. "And what could I get for that much money?"

Mandy glanced at the hand on her thigh, which was now slowly inching its way up her skirt, then looked the man right in the eyes.

"Whatever you want," she told him.

Bill grinned and said, "Whatever I want. That sounds great. Not even twelve years old yet. But I'll bet you're worth every penny, aren't you?"

"Yes," Mandy replied confidently. She forced herself to smile again.

The light turned green and Bill started to drive. Mandy looked out the window and watched the city go by as the car continued down Pacific Avenue. About two miles later, up the hill and just past the interstate, the car turned onto a residential street, went another block, then turned into the driveway of a house on the corner. The house was two stories tall, painted light yellow with white trim. Mandy thought it was pretty. Bill shut off the engine and looked at her.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Ready," Mandy replied.

They got out and Bill led her up the walk to the front door. He unlocked the door and went in, letting Mandy trail behind him. As soon as they were inside he shut the door and took Mandy into his arms. He kissed her full on the mouth, grabbing her little butt at the same time.

"Man, you are sexy," he said into her ear. "Let's go upstairs."

Without waiting for an answer, Bill led Mandy up the stairs and into a bedroom. It looked like an adult's bedroom, no toys or stuffed animals or posters or anything.

"Take your clothes off," Bill said as he began undressing himself.

"Do you have the money?" Mandy asked.

"Oh, sure, sure."

Bill pulled out his wallet, counted out two hundred dollars in twenties, and put them in a little stack on a dresser near the door. Mandy wanted to grab up the money and put it in her purse (she'd been ripped off before), but checked her impulse. Instead, she began taking off her clothes.

She took off her blouse first, and since she wasn't wearing a bra her breasts were now right out where Bill could see them. And, like most men, his eyes got glued to them as he continued to undress. Mandy sat on the end of the bed and took off her boots and socks next, then stood back up and pulled her skirt down her legs. As she stepped out of it Bill, who was naked now and standing there with a fairly decent hardon, said, "Wow, no underwear, huh? Looks like you can't wait to get started."

Mandy replied by crawling onto the bed and laying down. Bill joined her, taking her in his arms and kissing her on the mouth. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, expecting that he would at least want her to play with it first, if not suck on it, but Bill immediately rolled her onto her back and pushed her legs apart. He settled his weight on top of her, then pushed her hand away from his cock and took it in his own hand. In the next moment he was pushing it into her, the head rudely worming its way between her lips and on into her pussy.

Mandy made a slight noise of surprise and pain that wasn't entirely false; she was still dry down there. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as Bill forced himself into her, then wrapped her arms around him and let him fuck her. Bill was the 'no frills' type, just pumping his cock into her snug young pussy again and again as he held her and grunted in her ear. She felt his hard cock sliding in and out of her, the head poking at the very depths of her as his balls slapped against her tiny ass. It probably didn't take any more than two minutes before his grunts became groans, his fucking sped up and little bit, then suddenly he stopped, pushing his cock all the way into her, murmured something like, "You dirty little whore," then came. Mandy could feel his balls snuggled up to her asshole and his cock throbbing and his warm semen spurting deep into her pussy.

Afterward, Bill slumped on top of her, crushing her a little and making it hard for her to breathe. She waited what she thought was a reasonable amount of time, then tapped him on the shoulder and said, "I need to use your bathroom."

"Yeah, okay," Bill said, sounding grumpy.

He pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back and Mandy immediately got up from the bed. She grabbed the money from the dresser and put it in her purse, then took her purse with her as she went out the door.

"Don't mess up my bathroom," Bill called as she left the room. "Fucking tramp."

The bathroom was directly across the hall from Bill's bedroom. Mandy went in and shut the door and locked it, then jumped in the shower, ignoring the echo of names Bill had called her. She focused instead on getting herself clean, washing her hair and her body, and using the douche bag she kept in her purse. When she was finished she got out, dried off with one of the towels on the rack, and returned to Bill's bedroom. Bill seemed sound asleep now and Mandy debated on whether or not she should wake him up as she got dressed. These situations were always potentially dangerous; she'd had men change their minds before and demand their money back, or be mad at her for some stupid reason and want to beat her up.

She decided that the names he'd called her were a good indication of what lay in store for her if she woke him up, and left him sleeping. Once she was dressed she grabbed her purse and left the house as quietly as she could.