TEENAGE GIRLS FOR SALE

This story was written especially for the CAW7 writers contest. The entries in this contest are judged by the quality of the story and the skill of the writer. If you like a well written story, I promise you won’t be disappointed. But if you are primarily interested in a story with a lot of erotic content, you may want to choose another story to read.

TEENAGE GIRLS FOR SALE

by Hardrive

The city streets were dark and empty except for the rapid movements of three teenage girls. They were running for their lives. Frightened and confused they darted between parked cars in an effort to elude a very determined predator. Their stalker was their pimp, Jack Badwing, whose resolute goal was to sell them into the sex trade. Horrified by that prospect, the girls were equally determined not to get caught; so when they saw his car coming, they hid among the dim recesses of the parked vehicles and prayed their pursuer wouldn’t spot them. With their hearts beating wildly, the girls waited as their stalker’s shiny black car came closer and closer. Sweating from every pour, they held their breath and stood frozen in place while they watched the car they called the black Mariah go slowly pass them and proceed down the street.

After the car passed, the girls decided that it was time to make their move. One at a time, they broke cover and scurried across the dark road. Gloria was first and she sprinted directly to the other side, followed by Lynn who hesitated twice before making the crossing. But when Ellen made her move, the full moon peeked out from behind a dark cloud and spotlighted her carefully choreographed dash. That’s when they heard the piercing screech of the pimp’s big black car coming to a sudden stop.

The girls froze in place, but when the black car’s backup lights blinked on, Ellen cried out, “Oh Shit! We’ve been spotted.” And they ran up the street in a panic, with their stalker in hot pursuit.

Their situation was perilous. On the left side of the street was their pursuer, who was rapidly advancing on them. On their right was the very long and tall wooden fence of an old abandoned drive-in theater. They couldn’t outrun the car or climb over the fence so their only option was to find a loose board in the fence and try to escape into the drive-in theater’s lot. Luckily, they found a wobbly plank and using their combined strength they desperately pulled on the board with all their might.

With his car in reverse, Jack moved in on his prey. He could see the girls frantically trying to pull a loose plank form the wooden structure and chuckled. That fence was built to keep out intruders so there was no way these three little girls were going to breach that wall, however, when he saw them dislodge a part of the enclosure and throw it onto the street, he cursed under his breath and floored the accelerator.

It wasn’t a very large hole, but it was sufficient for them to squeeze through. A quick glance up the street told them that Jack would soon be upon them so they moved quickly. The first two girls made it to the other side with ease, but Ellen, who was a little plumper than her friends, got stuck just as the pimp’s car came to a screeching halt. The loathsome flesh peddler wasted no time in throwing open the car door. Seeing his chance to nab at least one of the girls he bolted from the vehicle and ran full speed towards the fence. He reached out for the youngster and slammed into the boards just as the girls pulled Ellen through the barrier. The impact made a loud sound and shook the fence so hard that the girls screamed and fell to the ground. Frustrated but still determined, Jack quickly reached through the opening and made a grab for Ellen’s leg. He almost got her but the terrified teenagers shrieked and moved out of his reach.

When he pulled his arm back, the girls sighed in relief, but their respite was short lived. Jack was determined, so he put his leg in the opening and tried to muscle his way through. Initially the young women just crawled back a few inches, but when they heard his loud grunts as he push hard to get his fat ass through the narrow slot, they jumped to their feet and ran from him in a panic. They were probably no further than 50 or 60 yards away when they heard Jack kicking the fence and cursing at them. The exhausted teens stopped running and took long labored breaths while they listened to the pimp’s threats.

“I’ll kill you, you fuckin’ little cunts. There’s no place for you to hide in there and you can’t outrun my car.” A few seconds later they heard his car door slam and listened as he burned rubber half-way down the street and then screeched around the corner before disappearing into the night.

After a minute of silence, Gloria asked, “Do you think he’s gone?”

“Are you crazy?” Lynn replied. Jack is out there. He’s hiding in the dark waiting for us to make a wrong move. We’ve got to stay here and find a way to call for help.”

“But there’s nothing around this old drive-in but a bunch of run down factories. No one’s going to hear us. We’re fucked!” Gloria said as she put her face in her hands and began to sob.

“Come on girls, we’ve got to keep our heads.” Ellen urged with a strain in her voice that betrayed her own anxiety. “Let’s just stay here until morning. When our parents discover we’re not home, they’ll come looking for us or call the police.”

“What if he comes back and gets inside the fence? Gloria said almost in tears. Like he said, there’s no place for us to hide in here.”

“So what are we going to do?” Lynn asked. “We can’t just sit here and wait for him. Oh God please, I just want to go home.”

Then Ellen pointed into the darkness and said, “Look there’s a light in that house.”

“What house? Lynn shouted in frustration. “There are no fuckin’ houses in here. We’re in the middle of a god damned fuckin’ drive in…” then she stopped talking and her mouth fell open when she noticed the dim light Ellen was pointing to. There was indeed a light but it wasn’t a house. The light was coming from the drive-in’s concession stand. For a long silent moment, all three girls quietly looked on as they saw a shadow walk across the lighted window. Then Lynn said, “Let’s check it out.” And all three girls started moving towards the structure.

The door of the concession stand was open, but to the girl’s surprise, the entrance was covered by a beaded curtain. As they made their way into the room, it seemed like they were walking into a strange world of opposing contrasts. The left side of the room was long, dark and dingy and the floor was littered with broken fragments of multi-colored plastic chairs and tables. The right side was a clean and well ordered oasis compared to the chaotic rubble on the left. The area was lit by rows of small red and yellow lights that hung from the ceiling and gave that side of the room a soft warm glow like a campsite lit by dying embers. All the walls were covered by old movie posters from the 1950s and 60s and in the far corner of the room there was a table with four chairs. One of the chairs was occupied by an old man who was smoking a white clay pipe. He was dressed in a bright red Chinese robe and his long white braided beard and ponytail made him look like a character out of an old kung-fu movie.

“Welcome to my humble home.” The old man said while making a slow graceful bow. “You honor me with your presence.” Then he smiled an impish smile that revealed a gold capped tooth.

The girls were puzzled by his greeting but their nerves were soothed by his friendly smile and his soft reassuring tones. Somehow they felt calmed by his presence, but they hadn’t forgotten the reason they were there. Speaking in a chorus they simultaneously asked, “Do you have a phone?”

“Today’s youth forgets the pleasantries of polite conversation and they come to the point far too soon.” The old man said as he walked towards them. “I know why you are here, but first come the introductions and then we must share some tea and talk about why you need this phone you seek. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Pak Sing, from the house of Chow.”

“You don’t understand,” Ellen said with some urgency. “There’s a man after us that wants to kill us. We have to call the police before he comes back and finds us.”

“You needn’t worry about this man.” The Chinese sage said with a smile. “He will not disturb us until it is his time. Meanwhile you can do me the honor of telling me your names and then we can talk about how you came to be the target of this man’s rage.”

“We don’t have time for this.” Ellen said while trying to restrain her frustration. “We have to call the police right now. Please, I beg you; let us use your phone.”

“I’m so very sorry,” The Chinese man said. “I do not have a phone to share with strangers.” And then he started to walk away.

“Wait, wait, wait…” Ellen said. I’m sorry. “Let me try again.” Speaking very slowly and deliberately she said, “My name is Ellen and these are my friends, Gloria of the house of Berkowitz and Lynn from the Curry clan. We need to use your tele-a-phone so we can call the po-lice.” Ellen paused to let the old man fully grasp her meaning. Then she continued. “We need to tell them our problem and ask for their help. Do you understand?”

The old man smiled and said, “That is much better Miss Ellen. I am very pleased to meet you and your friends. As for your request, I would be very happy to let you use my tele-a-phone, but I’m afraid I don’t have one.” Noting the stunned look of disappointment on the girl’s faces, Pak Sing continued. “However, you can tell me your problem. I love a good story. You see I used to work here as the projectionist. Over the years I have seen many good stories played out by excellent actors. Those were wonderful times, but alas, that all ended when the drive-in closed about 10 years ago. I have been living here ever since but as you might imagine, I don’t get many visitors.” Then the old man pulled out a tea pot and said, “May I offer you some tea?”

“This is crazy,” Gloria whispered to Ellen.