After a time (she wasn't sure how long), Mandy decided to get back to work. But she also decided that she wasn't in the mood now to work the street, so she went back up Ninth Street to Broadway, then made a left onto Broadway and walked about half a block down to the porn district. There were three shops all right next to each other: the Mecca Shop, which dealt in just about everything; Manhole Books, which was a gay shop; and the Dolorous Haze, which supposedly sold standard straight porn, but also dealt in kiddie porn to certain customers with the right amount of money. Mandy went straight into the Dolorous Haze without even looking to see if anybody noticed.

She went through the lobby, which didn't have anything in it except for a couple of candy bar machines, and into the shop itself. There were rows of shelves filled with either porn magazines or videos, and in the center of them all was the little island where the cashier had his counter. Mandy saw that Jimmy, the shop owner, was working today and she went right up to him and said hello.

"Hey, there, Scarlett," Jimmy said, giving Mandy a big dopey grin. He looked her up and down, of course, and told her, "You're looking extra nice today."

"Thanks," Mandy replied. "You mind if I work in here a little bit?"

"Not at all, darlin. You wanna come to the back with me?"

"Sure."

Jimmy signaled to a guy stocking a shelf and the guy came over and took his place. Jimmy came out from behind the counter and started walking to the back of the shop and Mandy followed, feeling the eyes of the seven or eight customers crawling all over her. She was going to make a good deal of money this afternoon.

Jimmy led her into his office and shut the door behind him. Mandy dropped down onto her knees and unfastened his fly, took his cock out, and began sucking on it. She worked quickly and efficiently, and in just a short time Jimmy came, squirting his entire load into her mouth. She held it in until he was done, then pulled her mouth away and spit his come out, letting it drip down over her chin, the way Jimmy preferred it.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Jimmy said, patting the top of her head. "You're a good little girl."

"Can I use your bathroom?" Mandy asked.

"Of course you can. Just don't make a mess in there."

Jimmy had a private bathroom connected to his office and Mandy went there to brush her teeth and go pee. When she was done she went back through the office and into the store, where she spent about an hour strolling around, pretending to browse the videos and magazines, and servicing whatever man approached her with a hundred dollars or more. She gave out seven blowjobs and two handjobs before she went up to the second floor where the viewing booths were. She spent another hour up there, sitting in one dark booth after another, the ghostly glow of porn movies bathing her face as she sucked off three more men (the third one was a bit rough and not only choked her with his cock, but when he came his semen went squirting out of her nose), stroked two men with her soft little hands until they got off, and let one man have a quick fuck. By the time she was ready to go Mandy had two thousand more dollars in her purse.

She made another stop in Jimmy's bathroom, then left the Dolorous Haze. She started down Broadway, heading for home, but had only walked about half a block before a police car pulled over to the curb and the cop behind the wheel signaled to her. She stopped and turned to face him, her hands clasped innocently in front of her.

"Hey, kid," the cop said, "why aren't you in school?"

He was a good looking guy, in his mid-twenties, with dark hair and nice eyes.

"I, um," she said, "I had to go shopping for my dad."

"Shopping for your dad? You always buy your dad's porn for him?"

"What?"

"I just saw you come out of that porn shop, kid. And you haven't been doing any shopping because you don't have any bags."

Mandy couldn't think of anything to say, so she just kept silent and tried to look as innocent as possible.

"Get in the car," the cop told her.

Mandy obediently went around the front of the car and got in on the passenger side. She shut the door and buckled up, then the car was moving down the street.

"Where you live, kid?" the cop asked.

"The apartment building on Ninth and Commerce," Mandy replied. She stole a look at his name tag. It said, HANSON, D. She wondered what the D was for.

"That's just around the block. At least it won't be a long ride."

"You mean you're taking me home? You're not going to arrest me?"

"Are you kidding?" D. Hanson said, glancing her way. "You'd get eaten alive in jail. Tender little thing like you."

"My dad doesn't know what I do," Mandy said. "Plus, he's not even home right now. He's at work."

"Relax," D. Hanson said as he drove to the end of the block. "I'm not gonna hassle you or your dad. I got better things to do."

The car turned the corner, but instead of going down the hill the cop drove UP the hill to the next block. Mandy almost pointed out to him that he was going the wrong way but then she figured he knew that. He turned at the next corner, into a narrow deserted alleyway, then stopped the patrol car and shut off the engine. D. Hanson looked at her and Mandy smiled shyly at him, partly because she was a little afraid he might hurt her, and partly because she just liked his eyes.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Scarlett."

"Okay, Scarlett, what's your real name?"

"Mandy. Short for Amanda."

"That's a pretty name. Tell you what, Mandy. You be a good little girl for me and I'll forget I ever saw you."

Mandy looked around. There was absolutely no one in sight. Still, she asked, "What if somebody sees?"

"You let me worry about that," D. Hanson said. He reached over and unbuckled her seat belt, then brought his hand up behind her head and gently but firmly guided her down toward his lap.

Mandy started to unfasten the big black belt that had his gun in a holster on his hip, but he touched her hand and told her, "Just open the fly." She did as she was told, pulling the cop's zipper down and reaching in to take hold of his cock. It was already hard, and a little difficult to pull out, but she finally managed. The hole of his fly was too small to get his balls out too, but apparently he didn't mind. Mandy stroked him a few times and licked around the head, then took his cock into her mouth and just bobbed up and down on it. D. Hanson moaned and played with her hair, petting her like a kitten as she sucked him. It took a few minutes of sliding her young wet lips and tongue all over the head and shaft of the cop's cock before she could sense that he was getting close to orgasm. She started to work a little faster but D. Hanson suddenly stopped playing with her hair and pushed her away.

"Take off your underwear," he told her, sounding like he was ordering a suspect to 'assume the position.'

"I'm not wearing any," Mandy said.

"Really? Show me."

Mandy turned in the seat, sat with her back against the door, pulled her dress up a little, then spread her legs as wide as the small compartment would let her, exposing her young hairless pussy.

"Nice," D. Hanson said. He reached over and stuck the end of his finger into her. "Still nice and snug, I bet. But probably not snug enough."

Mandy was going to ask him what he meant but before she could the cop told her to turn around and get on her hands and knees. Mandy did what she was told, although she supported herself on her elbows instead of her hands; that way she could get her little butt higher and make it easier for the cop to fuck her.

She felt his hands pulling her dress up to her waist, then her legs being pushed apart. She sensed more than felt him fumbling to get his dick in the right position. She waited, expecting that in the next moment he would grab her by her hips and push into her pussy, but that wasn't what happened; instead, D. Hanson laid on top of her, his much greater weight pushing her down onto the seat of the patrol car and forcing a bit of air from her lungs. Mandy gasped, then was even more surprised when one of the cop's hands came around and clamped itself over her mouth. His knees pushed her knees further apart, then suddenly Mandy felt the head of his cock pressing, not at her pussy lips, but at the tight little opening of her asshole. She cried out and reflexively tried to squirm out from under the cop, but it was too late; he already had her pinned to the seat of the car.

"Take it easy, kid," D. Hanson said, his words coming in an excited rush, "it'll only take a few minutes."

He eased his weight on her a tiny bit, then suddenly his cock was forcing itself into her. It wasn't the first time Mandy had been fucked in the ass, or even the tenth, but it was never a pleasant experience, and even less so when there was no lubricant. Mandy cried out again behind the cop's hand, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth against the pain as D. Hanson's cock slid mercilessly up into her butthole. Then his full weight was on her again and his other hand had slipped down under her to grab at and fondle her little tits as he fucked her. He rammed himself steadily into her, his cock pushing again and again deep into her tender young ass, his balls periodically slapping against her pussy. Mandy focused mostly on trying to breath through her little nose and getting enough air into her lungs, trying to ignore the stab of pain in her butt as the cop relentlessly fucked her. He'd told her that it would be "a few minutes," but, fortunately, it only took about one minute before she heard him grunt, felt her left tit being squeezed and his cock throbbing and his warm semen pumping deep into her ass.

When he was done D. Hanson rested even more of his weight on top of her for a few moments, then suddenly pulled out of her and sat up on the seat. Mandy immediately sat up as well. Her little bottom burned and she could already feel his stuff leaking out of her.

"Good job, kid," the cop said as he zipped up his fly. "Now, buckle your seat belt."

Mandy did as she was told. D. Hanson started the engine, then carefully drove the patrol car back around to the front of her apartment building. He stopped at the curb and told her, "Okay, get lost. And go to school."

Mandy didn't reply as she unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car. With her little butt still in pain and the cop's semen dripping down her young thighs, she went into her apartment building, ignoring the furtive and hopeful stare of a man in a business suit who was waiting by the elevators. She went down the hall to her apartment, got out her key, and let herself in.