SELLING SARAH WITH MY FREINDS HELP PART 2

SELLING SARAH – PART 2


My names Damian Walsh.

I was a happy highschool kid until this morning, when my younger sister, Sarah, decided to blackmail me for a precious 50 bucks.

Although, come to think of it, I am still a happy highschool kid. Only now, i’ve got my 50 bucks back, and am holding my friend’s camcorder.

My friend, John – Hes a good friend. And he just decided to go downstairs to get a drink, which is why I am holding this camcorder.

Oh, right. That over there on the bed is what my friends camcorder has spent the past hour taping. Its my younger sister, Sarah. Currently, she’s laying like a half-dead fish across my bed. Me an’ my buddies decided to blackmail HER to get my $50 back. But when you’ve got a beutiful girl of 15 naked infront of you… would you stop?

Of course you wouldn’t.

So, after having our fun, we sold her out to a number of our friends. They’re currently downstairs getting drunk off their asses and watching reruns of my sister losing her virginity.

And this “Half-Dead” fish is about to get thrown back into the fire.

Which brings us back to the present, at which time the doors a-opening and in comes a-walking our next customer. Much to my sister and I’s mutual astonishment, it was “Foxy” Fergus (Named for his flaming red hair). Fergus was the school geek; everyone picked on him – That is, of course, everyone exept me… I always felt kind of sorry for him.

“Hi there, Damian,” he said quietly, “I have the £20… Here you go.”
I took the money and sat back in my chair, twiddling it between my fingers. “Thanks Fergus – She’s all yours.” I said, smiling. He continued in his quiet voice, “I’d also like it taped… If thats alright.”
I was getting rather used to this – and quiet enjoying it. “Sure, man – But that’ll be an extra £10” I said. Fergus produced the money. “Is it alright with you if i’m the camera man, Fergus? It wouldn’t be awkward for you, would it?” I said, setting up the tape. Fergus almost smiled, concidering how awkward the situation was anyway – Or rather, aught to have been. I saw Fergus turn his eyes to my sister – It almost seemed as though they took the look then of a hungry animal closing in on its prey. “No,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “I will not be awkward for me.”

Sarah stared at fergus; I knew the two of them went back a few years at school. Sarah had always taken pleasure from Fergus’ suffering and used to mock and tease him mercilessly with her friends. I had a feeling Sarah would be regretting this in about, say, five minutes.

Fergus put down his backpack and took off his clothes – He was thin and pasty white, no more then 5’10”. His hair was red and curly and so was the small clump of chest hair he posses.