Child Prostitute

Fbailey story number 475


Child Prostitute


She was hanging outside my place of business all day long looking like a hooker but afraid to solicit money for sex from a stranger. Obviously she was new at it. I had seen a few prostitutes on my corner over the years but she was just a kid.

Finally I walked outside and asked her if she wanted something to eat and drink. She said yes and I invited her inside. I asked her what she liked to eat and then I ordered a pizza for us to share and a couple of sodas.

We had twenty minutes to talk. She was a runaway from Ohio, she was just sixteen, and she was scared and alone.

I asked her why she had left her home and discovered that it was her mother’s latest live in boyfriend. He raped her and her mother refused to believe her side of the story. After that he could rape her as often as he wanted too and get away with it. She took it for a month and then she left home.

Her name was Debbie and she was pretty. She was wearing very tight pink shorts that exposed as much of her ass as they covered. She had a tiny bikini top on and huge earrings. She had on too much makeup and too much cheap perfume.

I made her an offer to work for me and in exchange she could sleep in my guest bedroom and eat with me. As to pocket money I offered her a hundred dollars for a fifty-hour week. I work five eight-hour days during the week and a ten-hour day on Saturday. Debbie said that she would try it out for a while.

When I drove her home I asked to see what clothing she had with her. Everything was slutty looking. So I took her shopping and bought her five outfits that she could wear in my store. We compromised on no bras and thong panties. Then we compromised on button up shirts and miniskirts. She could also leave the top three buttons undone.

That night she went into her own room to sleep and I heard the door lock and a chair being placed under the doorknob for added protection.

In the morning I knocked on her door and started to fix breakfast. Debbie came down in her new outfit and she looked pretty and she looked sexy. She had left four buttons undone and I could just barely see a hint of breast flesh. When she reached for her plate I saw one of her tiny nipples. It was pink, hard, and surrounded by a tiny pink areola. When I told her that I could see her nipple she smiled and said that she didn’t care.

That day at work she made it a point to show me a nipple once in a while or her panties when she bent over. Debbie was quite a little tease. She would giggle whenever I would get hard.

She would be the perfect little angel whenever a customer would come in. She was respectful and very courteous to both the men and to the ladies. I actually think that she helped make a sale to one man that was looking for a nice gift for his wife.