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Subject: {ASSM} "The test" (Mg, no-sex, orwellian)
Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2001 02:10:02 -0400
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WARNING!!!

This work of fiction depicts sexual
situations with a child.

If you are under 18, or are offended by such stories,
or it is illegal to read such where you are,
   or have a cardiac condition, Then do not read!

In fact, you shouldn't be reading this stuff anyway!


The author does not condone or encourage any such
behavior as depicted in this story.
_________________________________________________







             "The Test"
              by Pedro Vila


   Scott Hartman was on his way to work when he was sided by two plain clothes 
police officers and escorted to a downtown precinct where we was placed in a 
bare room with only a chair in which he was told to sit in.
   Nobody came and talked to him. Nobody answered his questions about what was 
happening. Scott, who had always obeyed the law, had no idea why he was there.
   There were mirrors on two of the walls and Scott guessed that they were one 
way. "Hello?" he called out to one mirror. "Can somebody please talk to me?"
   Nobody answered and it felt like Scott had been sitting there for hours 
before a man in a suit finally came in with another chair which he sat in 
front of Scott.
   Scott started babbling, "What's going on? Nobody would tell me anything. 
Nobody would even let me call work to tell them why...." The man in the suit 
held up a hand and cut him off.
   "I'm Mr. Walkins, Hartman." He said calmly and with gravity. "We have 
called your work place to tell them that wouldn't be showing up today. We have 
some questions we would like to ask you, if you don't mind."
   "Have I done something wrong? Am I under arrest?" Scott asked.
   "No. You are not under arrest. This is more of an investigation of a crime 
in which you might be able to help us solve." Mr. Walkins replied.
   "Sure. What ever I can do to help." Scott was an honest citizen.
   "Good. I'm sure we can wrap this up quickly with your help. First of all, 
we must establish that your not involved in any way so I will ask you some 
questions that may sound disturbing. Please don't be offended. It is strictly 
routine, I assure you."
   "Okay." Scott was nervous, but he was ready to help.
   "First, do you have a girl friend right now?" Mr. Walkins asked.
   "Now? Um, no. I've been pretty busy with work lately. Is someone claiming 
to be a girl friend?"
   "Please, I'll ask the questions here." Mr. Walkins tone softened. "This 
will go quicker if you just answer. You've done some volunteer work with the 
YMCA. Have you ever had a relationship with a minor?"
   "No." Scott said unsurely. He didn't know where this was going.
   "Do you surf the internet frequently?"
   "Sometimes at night when I can't sleep. Most of the time I'm busy with 
work."
   "Do you know what 'Lolita' means?"
   Scott wasn't sure what to say. He had heard the word in one of the many 
news stories involving pornography arrests lately on the television. "It's a 
book, right?"
   Mr. Walkins looked at Scott for an uncomfortably long time. Scott started 
to get nervous. Mr. Walkins made a "Hmmm" noise and started to get up. "We 
would like you to meet somebody and tell us what you might know about her, 
please." he said as he reached for the doorknob. "And please, take off your 
jacket."

   Outside the room, Mr. Walkins met with Sergeant Benson. "So, what do you 
think?" the Sergeant asked.
   "Hard to say. He fits the some of the profile for one." Mr. Walkins 
replied.
   "Oh, he's a child molester all right." the Sergeant stated. "I can tell. I 
see lots of them."
   "It would be wise to test him first for the DA Is she here yet?"
   "Yep. She's waiting in the green room."
   "Then let's do it." Mr. Walkins concluded.

   Belinda Adin was licking her lips. She knew they'd call on her to perform. 
They always did. She was now thirteen and beginning to develop her breasts. 
She couldn't wait to see how they would work on the poor shmoe they got for 
her.
   Belinda started to do this work for the police when she was eleven, with 
her parents permission, of course. They had looked discreetly at her school 
for children who were willing to do undercover work and her parents felt 
strongly enough about society's problems that they felt it worthwhile work to 
catch potential criminals with their daughters assistance. The money was 
pretty good too.
   Belinda first would talk to some of the men the police held and wait for 
them to say the wrong thing, thus catching them as the potential rapist they 
were. Only the men seemed smarter then to proposition her at a police station. 
That's when one of the officers suggested that she dance for them.
   Belinda was getting quite good at exposing the perverts now, and she really 
enjoyed the power it gave her. Many of the kids at school now were afraid of 
her as well. No boys ever asked her out now, and she knew they were deviants 
because of that.
   Belinda was going to get this pervert today.

   Scott started when the door opened and a young girl walked in. She smiled 
with a strange look on her face that seemed smug to him. She was wearing a 
tight cheerleaders outfit and had her hair up in pigtails.
   "Hi." she said to him. "What's your name?"
   "Uh, Scott." Scott replied, not sure if he should be talking to her or not.
   "I have a new dance for my school team." Belinda told him. "Wanna' see it?"
   Scott didn't answer and he looked around the room hoping for somebody to 
tell him what was going on. Nobody else was in the room with them and he grew 
nervous.
   "Ah, come on. We have time to kill before anything happens." Belinda said. 
"I really want to know what you think."
   Scott felt they must be waiting for something and anything was better then 
sitting and staring at nothing. "Okay, sure. Why not?"
   Belinda smiled. She knew she had him now. All she had to do was get him to 
want her. All men wanted her anyway. This one was no different.
   Belinda started by doing some stretches. She reached up as high as she 
could, exposing her navel and making her small, but growing, breasts stick out 
pertly. Then she leaned back a bit and spread her legs apart before touching 
the floor behind her.
   Scott swallowed. She was a very beautiful girl and would be a real knockout 
when she was older. But why was she here now?
   Belinda, still bending backwards, lifted one leg up and her skirt lifted as 
well to reveal her white cotton panties. Scott tried to look away out of 
modesty. Then Belinda suddenly jumped with her other leg and did a hand stand. 
Her skirt fell to show her underpants completely.
   Scott had a side view and was impressed with the girls physique. She was in 
great shape to be a gymnast. This was the first time Scott had seen a girl 
looking this in shape in person. He was mesmerized.
   Television had recently been showing lots of provocative shows with teen 
aged girls acting subtly sexual and Scott ended up staring at this girl, 
forgetting where he was. He had become used to it with the media lately 
anyway.
   Belinda could tell he was hooked and came back down on her feet for the 
next step. She started to twist her body like she learned from the music 
videos of the young R&B artists that were selling like hot cakes now days. She 
had practiced her facial looks as well, heavy lidded and opened mouthed, like 
she was hot and bothered.
   Scott was becoming quite uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what to think and 
didn't even know if he should even be watching this. "Um, it's very good." he 
said hoping she would stop with his opinion.
   Belinda said, "That's nothing. Watch this." and got on her hands and knees 
sideways to him as she started to roll her back this way and that. Scott's 
breathing was getting erratic.
   The girl lowered her front down to the floor and as her body wiggled, her 
sweater top started to slide down to her shoulders. They hung enough to clear 
her small breasts and she was able to wiggle them out for Scott to see. 
Belinda was proud of this move. This almost always got them.
   Scott's body, unconscious of a millenniums worth of natural selection, 
started to react. Belinda was just at the age of reproduction and his body 
felt an urge to impregnate her in nature's attempt to propagate the species 
where it could best provide healthy offspring.
   Scott was unaware of any of this. He just knew he was getting an erection. 
He tried to hide it by crossing his legs and thinking of other thoughts. He 
jumped when a tap on the window signaled for Belinda to leave.
   As she walked to the door, she looked at him with contempt and said, "Your 
just another pervert like the rest."

   Scott Hartman was led out and read his rights before being handcuffed and 
processed at booking. He was sweating and confused. He would be charged with 
one of many charges including exposing himself sexually to a minor, as well as 
one of many new and vague statutes on potential threats to society and 
children.
   Belinda met with assistant DA Mr. Walkins and Sergeant Benson. "You did a 
very fine job for your country Miss Adin. This is one criminal we were able to 
stop before he could hurt anybody." Mr. Walkins told her.
   Belinda beamed smugly. "I'm good. They all want me."
   "You can sign out at the desk now." Sergeant Benson told her. He didn't 
like her attitude lately. She shouldn't be enjoying this sort of thing.
   Belinda turned and before walking into the hall, flipped her skirt up in 
back to expose her back end to the men. They wanted her. She could tell.
   When she was gone, Sergeant Benson shook his head. "That girl's heading for 
trouble. Did you see how she liked it?" Mr. Walkins nodded. "I tell ya. There 
must be something going on at her home, for her to be like that. She's just a 
kid. How's she supposed to know about sex?"
   Mr. Walkins agreed "I think your right. I'll ask the judge for permission 
to investigate her father first."



   <END>








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