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Subject: {ASSM} New Club by Rachael Ross (F, Lolita, No Sex)
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Date: Wed, 01 Oct 2008 18:10:01 -0400
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The New Club
by High School Sweetheart

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Story Codes: F, Lolita, No Sex
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    I heard about this new club, so I took the long way home after
school so I could check it out. 

    "Hey sweetie," a man said from his car, leaning across the
passenger seat and smiling through the open window. "Do you need a
ride home?"

    "Hmmm..." I rolled my big green eyes and shrugged. "No, that's okay.
Thanks anyway, mister."

    "Are you sure?" he asked and I knew he was checking me out. 

    I was wearing my school uniform from the year before and it was
too small. The plaid skirt barely covered my butt and I had really
long legs anyway. My blouse was too small as well and since I wasn't
wearing a bra or anything, my tits sorta stuck out and bounced around
a bit, since I was sorta skipping more than just walking. I liked
skipping a lot and it made my long blonde hair go in my eyes, but that
was okay. I just hoped I didn't break a heel cause my leather ankle
boots had cost me two months allowance!

    "Yep!" I giggled and he shrugged, wishing he had a camera with him
probably, and then he frowned and drove off as a police car turned the
corner up ahead of us.

    "Hey missy," the cruiser rolled to a stop and so I stopped, sorta
putting my hands behind my back and tilting my hips towards the
policeman who was leaning out his window.

    "Hi officer!" I smiled brightly, twisting on my hips and probably
showing him my little pink panties.

    "How much are you charging?" he asked me and I giggled.

    "I'm just walking home," I said and gave the man a little pout.

    "I know," he grinned. "I'm teasing you. How old are you, honey?"

    "Almost sixteen," I said. "How old are you?"

    "Almost forty," he shrugged. "You ever been strip searched?"

    "Yeeeeah!" I laughed. "Like who hasn't?"

    "Ever been handcuffed?" he wondered.

    "Ummm...One time, for Halloween," I nodded. "But they weren't like
real handcuffs. Just plastic ones."

    "I got some real ones," he said with a smile. "How about I
handcuff you for a while, play a little cops and robbers?"

    "Hmmm..." I bit my lip. "That's a little kid's game."

    "Not the way I play," he chuckled.

    "Well..."

    "I could get my partner," he offered. "You ever play good cop, bad
cop? That's a real grown-up game."

    "No," I answered. "Where's your partner?"

    "Getting some donuts," the policeman said. "Hop in; we'll go pick
him up and take you home."

    "Home?"

    "My home," the officer grinned. "Give you a little third degree
down in my basement."

    "Oh, I don't know," I sighed and picked at my third from the top
button, accidentally undoing it so that my tits fell out all of a
sudden. "Oops!"

    "Hey! Indecent exposure!" he laughed. "Now I gotta take you
downtown."

    "Really?" I blinked at him, feeling my rosy nipples getting all
hard and itchy in the wind. "I'm not allowed to go downtown by
myself."

    "Well, you won't be by yourself, you'll be..."

    "Six Baker Romeo, Six Baker Romeo, five fourteen in progress
Lexington and fifth. Six Baker Romeo, please respond..." the police
car's radio squelched and the policeman furrowed his brow and picked
up the microphone.

    "This is Six Baker Romeo, I'm rolling," he sighed and gave me an
apologetic look up and down. "Sorry, sweetheart. We have a little
emergency."

    "Oh!" I nodded, but he was already pulling away with the siren
blaring and the lights flashing. I didn't know what a five fourteen
was, but I guess it must have been sorta bad.

    I skipped along a little more, sorta frowning cause that policeman
had seemed awfully nice and going downtown probably woulda been pretty
fun. My best friend, Jodie? She'd been taken downtown before and after
she came back, all she wanted to do was lick other girls' buttholes
after gym class. She had a lot of friends now and I figured it must be
kinda nice to be popular like that.

    After a bit I cut through the Pederson's back yard, planning on
hopping the fence cause the club was supposed to be right there on the
other side of it. But old man Pederson was watering his petunias or
something, and he caught me.

    "What's this?" he asked, taking hold of my arm in his old gnarly
fingers. "Smells like a trespasser to me!"

    "Hi, Mr. Pederson!" I said, trying to get on his good side, if he
even had one.

    "Don't you hi Mr. Pederson me, young lady!" he frowned and blinked
and licked his thin lips like a skinny Jabba the Hutt. "Where do you
think you're going?"

    "Ummm..." I tried to think of a good answer, but thinking wasn't
exactly my strong suit even when I wasn't scared.

    "Down?" he asked me and I wasn't sure what that meant, but if it
would get me out of trouble...

    "Yep!" I smiled hopefully. "I was just gonna go down!"

    "Good!" he nodded and pushed me to my knees. "I was just the other
day thinking about how long it's been since I had a pretty girl going
down on me."

    "You were?" I blinked at him. "On you?"

    "Yep!" he said, making a little fun of me maybe. "Go ahead, now.
Make friends with President Wilson."

    "President Wilson?" I asked, feeling like I was totally lost.

    "You know, Woodrow!" The old man cackled and turned his head to
spit on the grass.

    "Woodrow?" I looked around, kneeling there in front of him with
his hands on my shoulders now. "Is he a doggy?"

    "A doggy?" Mr. Pederson stared and me and then grinned. "I reckon
he's a dog alright, leastwise for a little bitch like you."

    "Like me?" I licked my lips and blushed cause that had to be a
dirty word!

    "Like you," he agreed. "Now get that zipper down before the missus
comes out wondering if I want some goddamn lemonade or something."

    "Oh!" I realized then why I was on my knees and I stared at the
lump in Mr. Pederson's gardening trousers.

    "Makes the worst lemonade in the world," the old man said. "Don't
know why I married the whore. Tastes just like her pussy."

    "It does?" I asked, trying not to giggle, but I was awfully
nervous and my little fingers trembled as I reached for the man's
zipper.

    "Piss 'n vinegar, girl," Mr. Pederson told me. "And she makes it
by the gallon."

    "Ummm..." I shrugged. "Okay."

    ZZZZZZZIP ...I lowered his long zipper slowly and those bony claws
of his were digging into my shoulders almost painfully and my wet blue
eyes were staring into his.

    "Goddamn, bitch," he smiled. "Your momma shoulda named you Viagra!
I ain't been this hard since that time I bought that ten year old in
Korea..."

    "Korea?" I did giggle then and I was reaching into his pants
slowly, not sure exactly what I'd find in there. He was pretty old.

    "...Now that little girl could suck a man's dick clean off," Mr.
Pederson chuckled. "I brung her home in my duffle bag after the war
and..."

    "Hurry! Wot you do hair? You no bad hair, Hurry! You drinkee
drinkee chop chop!" an oriental old woman was yelling and holding a
long wooden spoon, shaking it in the air. "Aw you go shoe one find me
now!"

    I didn't know what she was saying, but Mr. Pederson let me go
quick and I got up even quicker. It sounded like she was gonna throw a
shoe at me, or something. Or make me drink some of her lemonade maybe.
Either way, I wasn't gonna stick around to find out!

    "Shit," the old man frowned and zipped himself up. "I shoulda left
her in Pusan."

    The fence was easy to climb and I blushed a little as I realized I
was showing a lot of my butt to the Pedersons as they watched me, but
that couldn't be helped. 

    "Hey!" I stopped cause I'd found the club, right where I'd heard
it was. Thirty feet up in a tree and a sign said "Keep out!" but I
could hear some boys up there and I didn't figure they meant that sign
for a girl like me!




The end
rache696@yahoo.com
High School Sweetheart may be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/high_school_sweetheart/www/index.htm

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