The Sale of Jennifer

The Sale of Jennifer

“She is all yours!” the man with the crooked nose and glasses that were way too large for his thin face said to me indifferently as the $100 bill left the long bony fingers of his right hand. It fluttered on its way to the ground when the girl’s father reached out with his right hand and grabbed it, pulling it to him as he immediately placed it into his back pocket. His dark brown eyes were narrow and scary as he looked at his 18-year-old daughter. She was tall, slender, and her body was flawless, except for the chunky ass that filled out her tight sexy yoga pants. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back and flapped gently in the breeze. Jennifer stood next to her father, on the sidewalk, with her face twisted up in horror as he sold my daughter to a man he knew very little about for the low price of $100 dollars.

Jennifer knew that he was mad at her that day, but she did not know how long he’d been so pissed at her. Her father had caught her in bed with his best friend for the last time, and since he’d already dealt with him, running him out of town on a rail, with $500 and a threat to throw him in jail if he had ever saw his face again. The thought of his best friend’s cum sprawled across Jennifer’s face enraged her father almost to the point of lowering the price of my daughter’s body down to $50. She was a cheap slut and it was time for her to live up to that reputation. The sun shone brightly above up the day that he’d made the decision to answer the ad looking for a “farm worker”. Shadows flung across the street and slightly over her father’s driveway as he stood there looking at this man who was about to take his daughter off my hands. The man could not stop looking at how the sun glared off his daughter’s hair. His gaze would occasionally work its way down Jennifer’s body, and stop at her crotch.
“Make her turn around, so I can get a better look at her from behind,” the man ordered Jennifer’s father. Jennifer looked at me with that look of, “You can’t be serious!”
“Daddy!” she said, “Please don’t do this!”
“Shut up and do what the man says!” he said as a tear began to work its way down her left cheek. Slowly, and humiliated, she turned around. Her big, sexy ass stuck out like a sore thumb, with her bright white yoga pants riding up her ass, indicating that she was not wearing any panties, much to the man’s delight. He poked, and prodded her. He reached around and grabbed her tits, which were small and perky in his hands. Then he reached for her ass. He couldn’t believe how firm it was for how big it was.
“Bend over!” he ordered Jennifer. Jennifer sobbed as she slowly bent at the waist, causing her ass to stick out even further. The man slid his hand inside her pants and moved his hand between her ass cheeks and to her horror, began to rub her shaven pussy, gently. Without warning, he slipped one finger inside it, causing the girl to sob loudly. He slid his hand out of her pants and allowed her to stand straight up and looked at her father.
“She’ll do just fine,” he said to me, “Put her in these.” He reached behind him, and pulled a set of police issue handcuffs from the back of his jeans and handed them to Jennifer’s father. He took the handcuffs from him, and grabbed her left arm and placed it behind her back. She started struggling and pushing me away, but Jennifer’s father was far too powerful for her, and he finally got the steel bracelet around her left wrist, and he violently pulled her right arm behind her back, and within seconds, she was in the handcuffs. Jennifer’s father squeezed the bracelets until they were firmly around her wrists, causing them to hurt to the point where she complained.
“I’ve known Jon since I was 10 years old, and you fucked up our friendship and now you are going to pay!” he whispered angrily into her ear as the man approached me to take his daughter off his hands.
“I’m so sorry Daddy!” she sobbed uncontrollably, “Please don’t do this!” I looked at the man with a twisted, crazy look on my face and simply said.
“Get this girl out of my sight!” The man grabbed the back of my daughter’s red blouse at the base of the neck, and forced her to walk forward, handcuffed, to the ugly lime green Ford Escort. It looked as though it had been crudely painted with a paint brush in order to disguise the original color of the car. The man opened the back door of the car, and much like a police officer, escorted the girl into the back seat, and closed the door. He then turned to Jennifer’s father, bowed, manipulated his long mustache with his right hand, thanked him, and crawled into the front seat. He started the car and drove down the street, disappearing as he watched him round a corner at the end of the street. Jennifer’s father breathed a sigh of relief. Jennifer was off his hands. It was not his best friend who treated his daughter like a cheap little slut, it was Jennifer’s father, by actually selling her for $100, asking for no details as to what was going to happen next.

The small house on the end of town was falling apart. Shingles were loose from the roof and about to fall to the tall grass in the front and back of the white ranch style home. The cement from the walkway heading up to the dilapidated front door and porch was cracked and looked like it was the original cement from the original construction of the house 50 years ago. Jennifer squinted her eyes to see where she was, looking straight ahead at a small, old garage with a door that appeared in serious disrepair. She looked to her left, trying to block the pain from her handcuffed wrists from her mind so she could take in everything that was going on.