Their Stories – Chapter Five

Chapter Five – The Final Hotel Room


Bobby took the girl’s hand. “Stacey, listen to me.” The
girl looked up. “Honey, you’ve been used by a bad man.
Your sister too. And when we catch him, we’ll lock him
up.”

Stacey wiped her nose on her sleeve. “Please don’t hurt
him, Mr. Wilson,” she said in a quiet voice. “Me and
Lynette love him.”

Bill’s story: I met them at the mall, in our usual
place. Stacey introduced me to Lynette, a beautiful 10
year old with long legs, long blonde hair and a flat
chest. She didn’t know me from Adam, other than her
sister’s friend, but she was game for a shopping spree.
I bought them all they wanted, to a point, knowing
after today, it was done.

“So you took your little sister to a motel with that
man?” Bobby whispered.

“Well, she needed to learn how to be with a man,”
Stacey said.

Bill’s story: I made sure that Stacey took Lynette to
Macy’s to buy her a small bra and some silky panties.
Lynette said, “I don’t need no bra yet,” but Stacey,
under my orders, told her she needed to start getting
used to wearing one, since her breasts were going to
start showing any day. Stacey bought her what amounted
to a mere bikini-like chest covering, but I wanted it
for photographic purposes. I had also planned ahead by
teaching Stacey how to run both the video camera and
the photo camera before I took her home the last time,
knowing I’d want film of me with Lynette.

I told the girls to get into their new outfits in the
car, Lynette lying on the back seat, and Stacey
wiggling into her clothes on the floor in back. I went
directly to the motel, strategically located not far
from the mall, so that they were still dressing when we
arrived at the room. Stacey, a big smile on her face,
led Lynette happily into the room, and I heard her say,
“You’re really gonna like this. It’s a lot of fun.”

Bobby decided to give Stacey a break, since she was
nearly in tears. He went next door where the mother and
Lynette were seated. He asked to be alone with Lynette
for a few minutes, and the mother left. He sat down
across from the pretty 10 year old. “Hi, Lynette,” he
said, “how are you today?”

“Okay,” was the girl’s only answer.

“I’m Mr. Wilson, and I’m here to help you about the bad
experience you had with the man named Bill,” he said.

“I know,” she said.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“Ain’t much to talk about,” the girl said. “Him and
Stacey took me to that motel room, and I took off my
clothes, and then he put his thing in me down here in
my wee-wee.”

He noticed she had mentioned no coercion in becoming
naked before the man. “Why did you take your clothes
off in front of this man?” Bobby asked.

The girl looked at him with no more concern or guilt
than if he’d asked her why she was wearing a green
dress now. “’Cause Stacey and him told me it would be
fun, and that it would make me feel good,” she said in
a level tone.

Bobby hesitated a moment, then asked, “And was it fun,
and did it feel good?”

“Well,” she began, paused, then continued, “it was
until the first time he put his thing in my wee-wee.

Bill’s story: Stacey took Lynette into the bathroom to
make sure her costume was all set for the camera, as
well as her own, then presented both girls for the
performance. While in the bathroom, Stacey had tutored
her little sister on reading the cue-cards while we
“made a movie.” When they had returned, Stacey took the
lead. “Hi, this is Stacey again. I’m 12 year old, and
I’m pregnant with my boyfriend’s baby. This is my
little sister, Lynette. She’s 10, and she wants to
start playing naughty with Bill too.” Then I turned off
the camera, and Stacey gave Lynette the directions of
what she was supposed to do until I took over.”

“What was fun about it?” Bobby asked.

“Well, I sort of liked taking my clothes off in front
of Stacey’s boyfriend,” the girl began.

Bobby’s hard-on was raging again, and he couldn’t help
opening another line of questioning. “Had you ever
taken your clothes off with boys before?”

“Uh-huh,” the 10 year old said, matter-of-factly.

Bobby was glad he had not turned on the tape recorder.
“When?” he asked simply.

“Well, me and the boy next door took our clothes off a
few times out in his garage,” she said, as if
describing a walk to the playground.

“How old is he?” Bobby asked, totally turned on by the
imagination of the scene.

“He’s 14 I think,” she said. “I know he’s in the middle
school.”

“Does your mother know this?” Bobby blurted out.

The girl looked horrified. “No!” she said. “You can’t
tell her neither. She can’t know I played nasty.”

Bill’s story: When I returned to taping, Stacey said to
Lynette, “Do you want to show Bill our new bras?” The
little girl, on cue, said sure, and they both removed
their blouses. They looked fantastic, the older one’s
small breast barely pushing out the cups of her new
silk bra. The 10 year old’s flat chest was covered in
white cotton, but, to my surprise, her nipples were
hard, making little points in the middle of each “cup.”

“Now let’s pull our skirts up and show Bill our
panties,” Stacey directed happily. They both pulled up
their new skirts, revealing new pink silk bikini
panties covering both their young slits. They giggled,
and it dawned on me that this was not the first time
Lynette had showed her panties to a male.

“What did you and this boy do?” Bobby asked, totally
fascinated now.

“Well, he told me he’d give me some money and a kiss if
I’d show him my panties, so I pulled down my shorts and
showed him,” the 10 year old said, actually giving
Bobby the impression that she was excited about telling
him this. “You won’t tell my mama, will you?”

“No,” Bobby assured her. “I absolutely will not tell
her anything we talk about, at least the specifics.
This is just between you and me. I’m just trying to
help you deal with your feelings about what happened to
you.”

“Okay,” she said, sounding relieved now.

“So you showed this boy your panties?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

“Then what?”

“Well, he kissed me and kind of rubbed me on my wee-
wee,” she began, “then he said he’d give me five
dollars if I’d take all my clothes off.”

“And did you?”

“Yeah,” she said, no emotion on her pretty face.

“What did you want the money for?” he asked.

“Well, I figured I could buy something at the mall,”
she said simply. “And I sorta wanted to play naughty
with him. I liked him. He’s cute.”

“So you took off all your clothes in his garage?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “And then he took his off and
showed me his thing.”

Bill’s story: Stacey, on cue, said, “Lynette, why don’t
we take off our skirts and show Bill what we look like
in just our panties?” And they both did. They were now
wearing only their tiny bras, the silk panties and
white ankle socks. I figured if I could ever find a
legitimate buyer, I’d make a fortune from just this
shot alone. I was, of course, snapping poloroids at
ever stage of the performance.

“Now, Lynette,” Stacey said, “Bill’s gonna help you
take your bra off so you can show him your titties.”
Then Stacey walked over to the camera and took over the
filming. I, clad only in my briefs and bulging mightily
in the front, walked over to Lynette, bent down and
lovingly French kissed the little 10 year old, one hand
fondling one of her nipples, the other moving between
her legs to rub her slit through the silk of her
panties.

“This was the boy next door?” he asked.