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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Trailer Trash Teen -- Ch.4 -- (M/f, anal, reluc)
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TRAILER TRASH TEEN
by Punky Girl (punky_girl04@yahoo.com)
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Chapter Four: Tina Gets a Job
(M/f, anal, reluc)
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Tina was standing in the middle of Holiday Appliance, 
the store she'd worked at off-and-on for three years, 
beginning to feel desperate.

She'd gone straight from the woods to Michelle's house 
only to find that her best friend would be gone for 
the night over at her dad's house. Her mom had let her 
use the phone to call home, however, and Tina had 
spoken briefly with her dad.

He was still angry, and now he was really drunk, too. 
He'd told her that she was a "selfish little girl" and 
that she wasn't welcome back until she got him his 
$150. Tina had tried pleading with him but had been 
unsuccessful. He'd made up his mind and managed to 
call her a "stupid spoiled bitch" and "worthless 
little girl" before she hung up on him.

Tina almost started crying right then and there, 
except she didn't want Michelle's mom to know what was 
going on. She had already displayed suspicion over 
Tina's bruised face, even though Tina had explained it 
as a fall from her bike.

She'd thanked Michelle's mom and then taken off for 
her friend Length's house. He didn't live far from 
Michelle and might have been able to loan her some 
money. Unfortunately, she discovered, he was out with 
his girlfriend and wouldn't be back until later.

Tina was desperate to get the money. She was afraid 
that her dad was really serious, and that he may hurt 
her again if she showed up without it. It angered her 
to no end to be so afraid, but didn't know what else 
to do. Where could she go, if she couldn't go home?

Suddenly feeling very alone, Tina had headed over 
toward Holiday's. She'd been working there under-the-
table since she was thirteen and was hoping her boss, 
Mr. Slenderman, would give her an advance on her next 
paycheck.

Presently Mr. Slenderman, a short fat man without a 
hair on his head, was saying, "Forget it, Tina! I'm 
not advancing you money when you're not working!"

"Please!" she pleaded, too loudly. They were in the 
television section of the store and there were several 
customers around. Mr. Slenderman was busy scanning 
boxes with an inventory scanner. "I'll work this 
weekend, I---"

"You had the chance to work the last two weeks!" he 
suddenly snapped. "I offered-- no, begged you to work 
during the holiday's. YOU said no."

"I was... I needed a break..." she stammered.

He shrugged, turning away from her again to read the 
side of a large Sony television set. "We all need 
breaks. You had two weeks off of school and could have 
helped out around here."

Tina took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. She felt 
like she was going to cry, or scream, or both. She 
said, "Please, I swear I'll work every weekend..."

He turned to face her again. He seemed to notice the 
desperation on her young face, and though he hadn't 
commented on it, the bruise as well. "This is what I 
can do," he sighed. "Work the registers Saturday and 
Sunday, and I'll get you paid at the end of each 
shift. Cash. Okay?"

Tina shook her head in disbelief. "No! I need the 
money now, didn't you hear me!?"

A couple of customers turned to look at her, and Mr. 
Slenderman noticed. "Quiet down!" he hissed. "That 
isn't going to happen! I don't give advances--"

"I've worked here for three fucking years!" she 
yelled.

She'd snapped. This was her last resort, and he was 
turning her down? 

Mr. Slenderman smiled at the curious customers, then 
grabbed Tina by her shoulder. "Look! Calm down right 
now or you're NEVER working here again!"

She pulled away from his grasp and stumbled backwards. 
Glaring at him with tears forming in her eyes she 
screamed, "FUCK you!"

The sudden release suddenly made her feel better. She 
nearly smiled when she continued, "Fuck you, I don't 
care if EVERYBODY hears!"

"GET OUT!" Mr. Slenderman screamed, his face turning 
red as he struggled to restrain himself. "Get out now 
and don't EVER come back!"

"FINE!" she yelled. Suddenly she gave him the middle 
finger with a trembling hand. Everybody was watching 
now. "FUCK YOU and this piece-of-shit store!" she 
declared.

She turned and stormed out, heart racing, tears now 
flowing down her face.

Once outside she went over to her bike and lit a 
cigarette. She looked through the window into the 
store and saw Mr. Slenderman, along with a couple of 
his employees, watching her with their arms crossed 
over their chests. She took a hit from her smoke then 
flipped them off again. She noticed Mr. Slenderman 
grab a phone and begin dialing.

Probably calling the cops, Tina figured. She didn't 
really care at this point.

There was nothing else she could do now. Michelle 
might have had the money, or if not, let her spend the 
night there. But she was at her dad's. Lengths would 
definitely have had the money and would probably have 
loaned it to her, but he'd been gone, too. And now her 
job, where she'd worked for three years, wouldn't give 
her one lousy advance. What could she do?

A customer exited the store, then, and began heading 
over toward her. She eyed him suspiciously, afraid for 
a moment he might be an off-duty cop or something. She 
was ready to jump on her bike and ride off if need be.

"Hey, Tina is it?" the large man asked. He was about 
6'2" tall and thick: not overly muscular, but 
definitely strong. He was wearing a nice leather 
jacket, jeans, and had his thick black hair pulled 
back in a ponytail.

"Yeah, who're you!" she shot back at him.

He held up his hands and smiled. "Calm down!" he said. 
"I'm not gonna hurt ya! I just couldn't help but 
overhear your... conversation... with your boss."

"Ex-boss," Tina said flatly. She turned away from the 
stranger and wiped the tears from her eyes. She was 
still shaking with anger and grief and felt 
uncomfortable to be seen like this.

"Yeah, ex-boss," he grinned. "Look, I just figured I 
might help you out, is all. What do you need the money 
for?"

Tina glared at him. "None of your business," she said.

"Alright," he sighed. He reached into his jacket and 
produced a wallet, and began pulling out crisp bills.

Tina's eyes widened at the site. This guy had a lot of 
money, more money than she'd ever seen on one person! 
She began to feel hopeful...

"There," he said, holding out a bunch of 20's to her. 
"Take it."

She just stared at the money, then at him, then at the 
money again. She didn't know what to say.

"Go on," he urged her. "Take it, now, before someone 
sees."

Suddenly she grabbed it from his hand, without 
thinking. A dozen emotions went through her mind 
ranging from relief to suspicion as she quickly 
counted the cash.

Two-hundred dollars. Ten twenty-dollar bills. And so 
easily given... she was smiling openly as she counted 
it again.

"That'll help you?" the man grinned at her.

She pushed the money into her purse and looked at him 
again suspiciously. "Why're you givin' me it?"

"Just to help out," he said. He glanced back over his 
shoulder into the store, where Mr. Slenderman was 
still watching Tina. "We'd better get out of here," 
the man said. "Cops are probably coming. Your boss was 
pissed.

"Have you eaten?"

Tina shook her head. "Why?" she asked.

"Let's get something to eat. I wanna talk to you a 
little... Why don't you put your bike in my truck, and 
we go over to Applebee's?"

Tina swallowed hard. She felt suspicious, but 
thankful, of the man. Erring on the side of caution, 
however, she said, "How 'bout I just meet you there?"

"Alright, suit yourself," he said. "I'll wait for you 
there."

He gave her another smile, and Tina decided he wasn't 
entirely ugly, though his face wasn't exactly 
handsome. He backed away from her, then turned and 
headed into the parking lot.

Once he was gone Tina jumped on her bike and took off. 
She thought of just going home and ending this crummy 
day and forgetting the generous stranger, but decided 
against it. Not only was she hungry, but she figured 
it'd be rude to ditch such a nice guy. She had 
suspicions about his reason for being nice, sure, but 
what was the harm in talking to him in a public 
restaurant?

Twenty minutes later she pulled into the Applebee's 
parking lot. It was busy since the dinner rush had 
just hit. Tina locked her bike to the flagpole outside 
the restaurant and walked quickly inside.

She looked around and immediately spotted him, sitting 
in a booth near the bar. She headed toward him and he 
smiled to her as she sat down.

"I was afraid you might ditch me," the man said.

She didn't respond. She didn't even look at him, but 
began studying the menu. For some reason she was felt 
very nervous and awkward.

A waitress came over and Tina ordered a Coke. Then, 
finally, she said to the man, "What's your name?"

He grinned. "Call me Razor," he said. "And you're 
Tina...?"

"Carlson," she responded. She looked him over again, 
and without his jacket on she saw that her suspicions 
had been correct: he was a strong looking man with a 
broad chest and thick arms, but he wasn't exactly 
toned. This was a guy who was strong out of necessity, 
not because he was trying to look like Mr. Universe.

He also appeared older, now, in the light of the 
restaurant. She'd figured before that he was in his 
early-30's but now decided he was probably closer to 
40. His eyes were small and intense, and he had a 
large, flat nose and a wide mouth. He looked like he 
could be part Italian.

The two of them spoke of general things at first, Tina 
telling him about school and her friends, her hopes 
for college. It comforted her to talk about normal 
things, and soon she was no longer feeling nervous. 

He, in turn, told her that he had a house outside of 
town, but was vague about the details of his work. He 
spoke casually with her, joking occasionally to make 
her laugh. She decided that he probably was a 
genuinely nice guy. 

Tina had ordered a steak and it had been delicious. 
She hadn't realized how hungry she'd been until it was 
placed in front of her, and now that she was done 
eating, she felt wonderfully stuffed. 

Just as she began thinking about how many hours of 
aerobics she might have to do to work it off, Razor 
asked her, "So, why did you need the money, Tina?"

She looked at him. "I... don't really want to talk 
about it," she said.

"Drugs?" he asked bluntly.

Her eyes widened. "No!" she said. She lit up a 
cigarette, shaking her head. "Definitely not!"

"Nothing wrong with it if it had been," he shrugged. 
"A lot of girls like coke and stuff, really 
expensive..."

She felt like he was testing her. Looking directly 
into his eyes she said, "It's not drugs. I never even 
done any like that... I smoke weed a little, that's 
all."

He nodded. "Okay. Well, I'm gonna be blunt with you 
now. Do you know why I gave you that money?"

Tina froze, suddenly feeling nervous again. Here it 
comes, she thought.

"I gave you that money because it's nothing to me. To 
me, my partners, and to all my girls, $150 is small 
potatoes."

Tina eyed him. "Your... girls?" she asked carefully.

He nodded. Lowering his voice he said, "Ever heard of 
EZ's, over by the freeway?"

Tina nodded. Everyone knew of EZ's, at least she 
figured everyone did. It was a small, sleazy stripper-
bar at the edge of town, right near the expressway. It 
was very popular at her trailer park since it was the 
closest bar like it around.

"I own it," the man said. "I own it, with a couple 
partners, and we do real well."

"Okay," Tina said. "That's... cool, I guess."

"I was wondering if you want a job," Razor finally 
asked.

Tina's jaw dropped. "Me!?" she said, a little too 
loudly. "Strip? No, I couldn't---"

Razor was shaking his head. "No, no, not to strip, 
you're too young. Maybe in a couple years. But there 
are more ways... better ways... to make money at my 
bar. Especially for a cute little thing like you."

She blushed in embarrassment, just as her pulse 
quickened. "Like how?" she asked.

The man shrugged. "Ever blown a guy for money?" he 
asked.

Tina grunted in surprise. "Uh, no!" she exclaimed. She 
shifted nervously in her seat. 

The man, dead serious, asked, "Would you?"

Tina suddenly realized that she should be getting up 
from the table, maybe slapping the guy for suggesting 
what he had, and storming out. But she didn't. Instead 
her curiosity took over. "For how much?" she asked.

"For a blowjob? Well, see, I'd charge premium for a 
girl like you... so young. We could even say you were 
younger, once that bruise goes away, since you're so 
small. Your cut would probably be $75."

Tina's eyes widened. That seemed like a lot of money 
just for giving head!

"...and a lot more, too, if you did more."

Tina's mind spun. He was basically offering her a job 
being a prostitute, yet somehow, she wasn't disgusted. 
And it wasn't just the greed, either. There was 
something about what he was suggesting that seemed 
almost... exciting.

"I dunno," she said quickly. "I mean... what would 
that, you know... make me?"

"Look," Razor said, for the first time so far sounding 
a little irritated. "I know you're not a virgin, just 
by lookin' at you. Probably fucked a few teenage boys, 
maybe a couple men, right? All I'm saying is you could 
make money doing the exact same thing. It wouldn't 
'make you' anything, except maybe the richest girl in 
your grade."

Tina nodded slowly. She began to think of school 
again, her plans for the future, getting out of the 
trailer... A good amount of money could definitely 
expedite those plans.

"Can I think about it?" she asked sheepishly. 

He smiled again. "Sure," he said. He went into his 
back pocket and pulled out a business card, and slid 
it across the table to her. "The bar's number is on 
that. When you call, just ask for me."

Tina took the card, studied it, then placed it in her 
purse.

It surprised Tina that the idea of prostituting 
herself didn't disgust her all that much. If it paid 
well, that is, how bad could it be? She could make 
some good money doing something... exciting... And it 
would be on her terms, too! 

"Uhm," she asked, not looking him in the eye. She 
decided to ask point-blank the question that had been 
in her mind since he'd handed her the money. "Did you 
want... you know... something tonight? For that money, 
I mean?"

"Are you offering?" he asked.

Tina shrugged. She wasn't sure if she was or not.

"The money's a gift," he said, finally, standing up. 
"Let me just give you a ride home now, okay?"

Tina stood up with him as he dropped two 20's on the 
table. She followed him out of the restaurant, feeling 
a little confused, very relieved at having the money, 
somewhat excited, and sort of disgusted with herself 
all at the same time.

She unlocked her bike and followed the man to his 
truck, a large SUV. He picked up her bike and with no 
effort hoisted it into the back. 

She got into the passenger side of the truck. It was 
really nice: leather seats, fully loaded with a 
sunroof, auto-everything and a CD player. She was 
impressed.

He really must make a lot of money, she thought.

She gave him directions to her trailer home and he 
took off down the main road toward it. The ride was 
dark, the sun having set. It was nearly eight o' 
clock.

As they neared the turnoff toward her home, he 
suddenly said, "Hang on a sec." Then he made a sudden 
turn down a small dirt road which led into the woods: 
the same woods Tina had earlier jerked off two boys 
in, she remembered with a pang of guilt.

I saved a little girl! she reminded herself.

"Where are we going?" she asked, then, feeling 
nervous.

He didn't reply. The truck heaved and lurched down the 
little-worn path until they reached a small dirt 
clearing. He threw the truck into park and turned off 
its headlights.

"I realized I haven't even seen you naked," the man 
smiled at her. "I offered you a job not even seeing 
your body first! How dumb am I?"

Tina swallowed and slid a little further to her right, 
away from him. "You, uh... want to see me naked?"

He nodded.

"But the money was a gift..." she started.

He shook his head. "The money was a gift. I wanna see 
you naked to see if I can offer you that job. You are 
interested in the job, right?"

She thought for a moment as she stared at the floor of 
the SUV. The temptation was definitely there: to get a 
lot of money, to get away from her dad, away from the 
trailer. That money in his wallet, it was so much! Yet 
to him, so little... 

She could have as much one day. But the idea of 
prostituting herself... it was strangely exciting, yet 
so degrading and wrong! 

She needed time to think. She didn't want to burn any 
bridges, but she didn't want to make a commitment now. 
So, finally, the teenage girl made up her mind: 
"Okay," she decided. "I'll... let you see me, naked, 
now... I don't care. But this don't mean I definitely 
want the job, okay?"

He nodded. "Just relax. You're a worrier, aren't you?"

She shot him a look with her eyes wide open.

There was a relaxed smile on his face. "No worries, 
Tina, no worries... It's no big deal. Just take off 
your shirt."

She began to slowly nod her head. Taking a deep 
breath, she slid out of her windbreaker, staring at 
the floor once again. He was right: what was the big 
deal? She'd just get naked, let him see... and 
besides, she felt resigned to do this, if only to pay 
back the money he'd given her. It was why she'd asked 
back at Applebee's. Nothing in life was free!

After her jacket was off she felt bolder somehow. She 
quickly removed her Limp-Bizkit t-shirt and placed it 
on the floor like it was no big deal, though suddenly 
she was wearing nothing but a bra in front of a total 
stranger.

He whistled. "Damn, girl, you are tiny!" he said. He 
turned on the dome light and studied her in its glow. 
"You look good, too! Work out?"

She nodded, feeling a little flattered that he'd 
noticed. "Yeah, aerobics... all the time."

"It shows," he said appreciatively. "Now, let's see 
the rest."

She nodded. She was beginning to feel somewhat aroused 
by being told what to do for a change. It reminded her 
of when she'd been dating Leon, when he'd whisper to 
her at the movies to jerk him off or something, how 
she'd always eagerly comply no matter what the 
situation was.

Quickly she kicked off her shoes and then, in turn, 
her jeans. She was now wearing only her bra and socks, 
and the cool leather of the seat made her skin tingle 
all over.

"No panties?" he said in surprise. "Damn, but I can 
pick 'em. Take the bra off, now, let's see your tits."

She blushed slightly. "They're, uh, not too much..." 
she admitted, brushing away a strand of her blonde 
hair as she spoke.

"It's okay," he replied. "I don't expect much."

A pang of embarrassment hit her at this: she knew she 
was small on top, but hated hearing it! But, confident 
that she looked better unrestricted then he may have 
imagined, she leaned forward and reached behind her 
back and unclasped her bra. She leaned back again and 
pulled it off, dropping it to the floor of the truck 
with the rest of her clothes.

"Nice, nice little titties," he said absentmindedly. 
 
His words were disappointing. She'd hoped he'd be more 
impressed...

Suddenly he reached out and ran the back of his hand 
over her left breast.

She jumped slightly at the touch. "I, uh," she 
stuttered, trying to remain casual, "wish they were a 
little bigger... my friend Terri, hers are real big 
and--"

"No," he shook his head. "They look fine. Just like a 
little teenager like you should have... these tits 
will make us a lot of money..."

She swallowed again, her hands playing nervously with 
themselves as he cupped her breast and squeezed it. 
The feeling of his warm hand on her cool flesh made 
her tingle all over, but made her stomach lurch in 
surprise. 

"I, sort of..." she began again. "I need to get home 
soon, I think... I have homework and my dad--"

"Just a minute," he breathed. He'd leaned over near 
her and was inhaling deeply from her hair. "You smell 
good... a little smoky, but good."

She nodded. She began to tremble when his left hand 
slid down her flat tummy, right down to between her 
legs. 

"Need to get a feel... spread a little," he ordered.

Without thinking, she complied. It was obvious now 
what he wanted to do, and despite her inhibitions, 
felt that she had no real choice in the matter. She 
spread her legs apart absentmindedly as she stared at 
his hand, still firmly on her tit.

To her pleasant surprise, she found herself relaxing 
all over. This man was so in control of her young 
body: telling it what to do with both word and touch. 
She was getting turned on. When his free hand slid 
between her spread legs she tilted her head back and 
sighed.

"I'm just gonna finger you for a minute, see how you 
react," he said softly.

She nodded in response, her breathing growing deep.

His thick forefinger slid up and down her slit 
expertly, and she slid her butt forward a bit in her 
seat to help him. Suddenly she realized she'd grown 
slick already when his finger pushed against her small 
clitty and rubbed furiously.

"Ohhhh..." she breathed.

"You like that?" he whispered into her ear.

"Mmmm hmmm..." she panted. No sense in lying, she 
thought.

He continued rubbing against her clit rapidly as a 
smile spread across her face and then quickly turned 
into an "o" as she began to moan. 

He was leaning over her, not touching her anymore 
expect between her legs, and she could feel him 
staring down at her. Her body was shaking violently 
now as waves of pleasure rippled from her pussy.

Suddenly he stopped and reached over to her right, 
next to the seat. Before she could respond to the 
sudden lack of stimulus between her legs she felt 
herself being lowered back slowly: he was tilting the 
seat back.

When the seat was down as far as it would go, he 
leaned away from her again. "Get on your knees," he 
ordered.

Her body sexually charged now, she didn't hesitate. 
She sat up in the seat, looking at him with a wanton 
expression mixed with confusion on her face. That's 
when she noticed that his pants were undone, and a 
large erection was sticking out from between his legs.

It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen and her eyes 
widened at the sight. It was at least nine inches long 
and as thick around as her wrist. He was stroking it 
slowly as he stared at her with his small, penetrating 
eyes.

Quickly, she scrambled to comply with his order. She  
turned around until she was on her knees in the 
passenger seat. 

Once she was firmly in place on all fours, Razor began 
to position himself behind her. It was difficult given 
the small space, but he managed to get behind her so 
that the head of his cock was pressed against the hole 
of her vagina.

Gripping the headrest of the chair with her hands she 
said, "Be careful..."

"I will," he grinned. 

Just as she braced herself for it he began pressing 
his cock against her. She gasped at its size: she 
couldn't imagine it fitting in! But he pressed 
unceasingly, pushing it hard against the opening of 
her hole. She moaned in pain and discomfort as he 
struggled to get it to enter her.

She felt him grab her ass cheeks and push them apart. 
She tried to help by sliding her knees farther to 
either side, but there just wasn't enough room. 

Then, all of a sudden, she felt her hole finally 
relent at the intrusion.

"AH!" he gasped from behind her. 

She squealed at the sensation of his large member 
finally pressing inside her.

To her dismay he didn't stop to let her pussy get used 
to his girth. She cringed in pain as it pushed farther 
up inside. Suddenly she got an idea from a porno she'd 
seen once, and reached her right hand back under her 
body between her legs. She began to furiously rub at 
her clit, trying to get herself more wet.

The plan worked twofold: her pussy began to moisten-up 
even more, while the self-stimulus began to replace 
the penetration's pain with pleasure. She was 
breathing heavily, now, in relief and desire as his 
cock slid into her from behind.

Finally he'd gotten the entire length of his shaft 
inside her and now he was fucking in and out of her 
slowly. She felt bloated from his size: she'd fucked 
guys doggy-style before, but had never once had a cock 
so big! Soon, her pleasure intensified and she began 
to moan in time with his thrusts.

The idea that he wasn't wearing a condom suddenly 
entered her mind, but she didn't really care. This was 
a good hard fuck, something she desperately wanted! 
Her body was charged and ready to explode and nothing 
would keep her from wanting that, now!

She felt a small orgasm ripple across her body and she 
mewed in pleasure. She collapsed forward on the seat, 
her small tits crushing against the chair. She had 
lost the strength in her arms to hold herself up.

His hands still gripped her ass as he slapped his dick 
in and out of her tight pussy in a furious, relentless 
motion.

"Like it doggy-style?" he panted between thrusts. "You 
like getting fucked from behind?"

"Hmmm hmmm!" she groaned. Her heart was racing and she 
could feel her all-too sensitive pussy getting ready 
for another hard cum...

"Bet you do... bet you'd like it in the ass, too, 
huh?"

"Oh God, n-n-no...," she sputtered in surprise. Was he 
serious!?

"No?" he gritted, his voice harsh. "You don't want 
your sweet little ass fucked?" At this last word he 
slapped his large instrument all the way into her 
pussy brutally, making her cry out.

"Oh GOD!" she moaned. Sweat had formed on her face and 
her whole body felt rubbery. Her knees were chaffing 
against the leather seat as they slid back and forth 
on the seat.

Never before had she been fucked so expertly... or so 
forcefully!

"You're gonna need to learn how to take it in the 
ass," Razor hissed breathlessly. He had slowed his 
fucking now to a regular, yet intense, pace.

"P-please," she whined, gasping despite herself. "J-
just keep... f-fucking me... like this..."

He didn't respond. And then she felt something, his 
thumb, press against her tiny ass hole.

She yelped. "Ah ohhh!"

She could hear him laugh behind her as he continued to 
fuck in and out of her pussy. His thumb, meanwhile, 
was squirming its way into her virgin butt.

Her exhausted body came alive again and she began to 
writhe desperately. She'd never had anything placed 
inside her... there... before! The feeling of his 
thumb violating her like this was so degrading!

What did you expect? she thought to herself in 
panicked desperation. Take his money, pretty much 
offer to be his whore, offer to fuck him...

And then, just as she'd feared, she felt his cock pull 
out of her cunt. She grunted at the sensation, then 
squealed in pain as he pressed it against her small 
anal-opening.

"Gotta teach ya," he mused from behind. "You'll like 
it..."

"No, please, no!" she cried pitifully. 

She was struggling forcefully against him, now, all 
desire to reach a good climax gone. She didn't want 
this! It was so sick, and he was so big: it would hurt 
so bad!

Her cries turned into whimpering as he pressed his 
dick into her ass, finally. It didn't take long: his 
cock was slick with her own juices and he was putting 
intense pressure on her sphincter. He just kept 
pressing and pressing as she squirmed in pain until 
she screamed into the headrest: the head of his dick 
had forced its way up her ass. The penetration was 
rough and her body cramped up in pain.

"Relax, shh, relax," he said from behind her. "Just 
relax and take it..."

She tried to do as he said but her survival instincts 
kept kicking in. She bucked her body wildly back and 
it took his powerful hands to hold the young teenager 
in place. 

And then she began to sob. She whimpered pathetically 
as her attempts to stop him came to a halt. There was 
no use. Her body sort of collapsed, and her knees even 
began to slide back on the seat, as she endured the 
raping of her ass.

But then something strange happened: once his shaft 
got halfway into her, it was as if her ass finally 
understood what was going on. She felt her sphincter 
relax and suck his dick further inside, which sent a 
surprising wave of pleasure up through her.

She gasped.

"There we go," she heard Razor sigh from behind. "You 
got it now..."

And she did. Her ass was no longer resisting the 
intrusion, but welcoming it. Her whole body seemed to 
shudder at the feeling, his cock up in her ass, so 
tight and clenching around it. 

When he pressed forward again, she moaned in delight.

It came to a stop just when she didn't think she could 
take it anymore: whether he'd run out of room or he'd 
gotten it all the way up her she didn't know. All she 
did know was that strange, semi-painful waves of 
pleasure were emanating from his cock now and it was 
unlike anything she'd ever felt. 

He began fucking her ass after a brief rest. Each 
thrust caused her to cry out in pleasure, and soon he 
was thrusting in and out of her teenage butt with the 
same momentum he'd had for her pussy. She gasped and 
moaned and her young taut body gyrated at the 
violation, the unspeakable pleasure intensifying by 
the second.

"Gonna be my whore?" he asked breathlessly. It was 
almost a declaration.

"Oh God, oh God!" she whimpered with delight.

"My little whore..." he declared.

The fucking of her ass was like another world for 
Tina. She found herself clinching her sphincter around 
his cock to make herself even tighter, wanton desire 
taking over all her instincts.

"Gonna cum!" she heard him say, loudly. "Want it 
inside, don't you?"

She didn't want to answer. Because she did want it 
inside: she wanted to feel his sperm swim up into her 
anus. Her carnal mind wanted everything, all of it, 
now! But instead of replying she just gasped loudly 
and bore down for an orgasm she couldn't have 
conceived of before! 

And then, as he hammered his cock home, her body 
quaked in an orgasmic explosion. She was cumming so 
hard it was scary: her screams of delight were also 
cries of fear.

And his cock erupted inside her, sending her over the 
edge into a full-body orgasm.

Even as her own orgasm waned and she felt her muscles 
loosen, his cock still pumped its seed inside her. She 
grunted at the feeling of his sperm inside her anus, 
shooting up inside her body.

When it was done, he slid over into his own seat. She 
just collapsed forward again, this time fully, and 
panted in disbelief.

A million thoughts were going through her head, now. 
Mostly disbelief: she couldn't believe herself, the 
situation, or how good getting fucked anally had been! 
She found herself smiling, and had to stop herself 
from giggling: she felt stoned!

Razor began rubbing her back gently. He said, "Feel 
okay?"

Slowly, she turned around, and managed to hide her 
smile. For some reason, him seeing her smile now would 
be worse than him seeing his cum leaking out of her 
butt-hole, which it was.

"My ass hurts," she managed to say, softly.

He grinned. "That's okay. It'll get easier."

She nodded. Then, exhaustedly, she reached over to her 
right and leaned the seat forward again so that she 
was sitting upright.

Razor turned off the dome light just as a ringing 
sounded through the car. Tina looked at him, startled, 
then noticed him produce a cell phone from his pants.

He talked low enough that Tina couldn't hear him. She 
didn't really care: right now she needed a cigarette.

After lighting it up she leaned back and puffed away 
in the SUV. She felt so relaxed, now, though her poor 
little butt did hurt. After she was done smoking she 
slowly got dressed: her clothes would be stained with 
cum but she didn't care. She didn't feel like cleaning 
herself right now.

"Okay, let's go," Razor said after hanging up the 
phone.

She nodded. The SUV, which had been running the whole 
time, suddenly lurched into reverse and soon they were 
on their way.

Razor talked almost nonstop the rest of the drive, but 
Tina wasn't paying much attention. She just kept 
thinking of what she'd done, trying to reconcile her 
self-respect with her recent actions. This was worse 
than what she'd done with Leon, she realized, yet she 
didn't feel as guilty this time...

When they finally pulled in front of her trailer Razor 
said, "You live in this shithole?"

She nodded, not knowing how to respond. It really was 
a shithole!

He shook his head. "When you start working for me, 
we'll have you out of her in a month. Trust me. Oh, 
that reminds me, here."

He reached into his pocket and handed her three 
crumpled bills. They were $50's.

Tina looked surprised. "What's this for?" she asked as 
she took the money.

"You gotta get paid," he said. When she didn't appear 
to understand he continued, "For the fuck. Anal and 
vaginal... $150's your split."

She nodded slowly. "Thanks," she muttered.

"So, yeah," he said getting out of the SUV. Tina 
followed suit. "Once your eye gets better give me a 
call." 

He lifted her bike out of the back of his vehicle and 
held it out for her. She grabbed it with shaking arms.

She nodded to him.

"Alright, later," he declared. Tina watched as he got 
back into the SUV and drove away.

She stared at the black SUV until it was gone. She 
looked back at the $150 in her hand, then shoved it 
into her purse.

He'd given her $200 as a gift earlier. He'd just given 
her $150 for a fuck. It was no longer a matter of 
becoming something she wasn't if she took his job, she 
realized.

She already was a prostitute.

Sighing deeply she made her way to her small trailer 
home, wanting nothing more than to get to bed so she 
could digest all this.

Once inside the home she saw her dad, a tall strongly 
built man with a large beer-belly, passed out in his 
ratty recliner before the television set. A hockey 
game was playing. 

She tried to sneak past him but he woke up.

"Whatta you doin' here?" he asked, voice slurred.

She faced him. "I'm home..."

"What happened to yer face?" he asked, sounding 
genuinely surprised.

She stared at him. He was serious! She felt her pulse 
quicken and anger begin to boil in her stomach.

Suddenly she marched toward him and thrust the $150 
out to him. "HERE!" she cried.

He looked at the money in confusion, then at her, then 
grabbed the money. "So you got it, huh?"

Tears began to well in her eyes. She nodded.

"Good, good... teach ya 'sponsibility. Don't go takin' 
my beer..."

She turned away and began marching to her room when he 
said, "Take care of dat eye!"

She slammed her bedroom door shut and jumped into bed. 
Finally broken down by the day's events, she cried 
pathetically into her pillow until sometime later she 
passed away into a restless slumber.

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