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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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