It was a week later. Cindy sat on the edge of the big brass bed while Linda brushed out her hair for her and began to braid it. "Honey," Linda said nervously, "you sure you wanta go through with this? If you wanta back out, it's okay with me. We can get by on just my earnings."
"No, we can't, Mother," said Cindy calmly. "We need a better place to live. We'd be more comfortable and attract better customers. Stop worrying about it. I'm going to be just fine."
"Oh, I know that," Linda said, smiling faintly. "My little girl's gonna be a big hit."
Linda and Cindy smiled fondly at each other. Their reunion had been everything Cindy had hoped for. After her initial shock, Linda had gladly taken the girl in, for she was lonely and had always resented losing her child to her ex-husband.
Cindy had offered to go to work and help her mother. Linda was still a very attractive woman, but she couldn't complete with the younger prostitutes and was taking in lower and lower fees.
As she explained to Cindy on their first night together, "When I left your dad, all I could think of was being free. For years he accused me of running around with other men, and finally I decided that if I was gonna be punished for it, I might as well do it. So I did. I had an affair with – of all people – the milkman. Your dad caught us and kicked me out. But I was glad to be free of him. I didn't have any idea how I was going to support myself, so I didn't take you with me. That was a mistake, I guess, cause he didn't treat you any better than he did me."
"Anyhow, I came to L.A. for the climate, and pretty soon I found out there was only one way for an unskilled girl like me to make a decent living. It hasn't been a bad life till recently. It's just that all the other girls are so young, and the johns will pay them more. That's why I had to move to this crummy place."
At this point Cindy offered to go to work and help out. Her mother protested that she should finish school, but Cindy was bored with it and with teens her own age. After her experiences on the road, she felt a million years old. She felt as if she could handle any situation that came along.
Still Linda didn't catch on at first. "Well, baby, if you really want a job, I can get you something around here," she said. "They need a waitress at the cafe, and there's a few clerking jobs."
Cindy wrinkled her nose. "Mother, those jobs don't pay anything," she said. "You work your butt off all day for nothing. I want to do what you're doing."
Linda looked at her for a long time without answering. She hated to see her beautiful little girl go into "the life", but on the other hand, there was no denying that Cindy could bring excellent prices from the many customers who wanted firm young bodies and a pretty, youthful appearance. And she and Cindy could certainly use the money. She had no idea how she could support both herself and her daughter.
"Well, honey," she said, "it's not an easy life, but it's your decision. I suppose you could give it a try?" Linda wouldn't even have considered it if Cindy hadn't told her about her adventures on the road. She wouldn't have led a virgin daughter into prostitution, but Cindy had no innocence left.
A week after Cindy found her mother, she was ready for her first performance as a whore.
Linda had located a good mark, a middle-aged guy with lots of money who liked to fuck little girls. He'd promised a five-hundred-dollar fee for the real article. With that money Cindy and Linda could move immediately to a better apartment. They were both very excited about it, hoping Cindy would make good.
The john arrived at ten in the evening. He reminded Cindy a little of Simmons, the salesman – plump and pink and balding, homely and totally without sex appeal. Linda acted as chaperone and introduced Cindy as her daughter, which, of course, the man didn't believe.
"This is my daughter Cindy, Mr. Jones," she said. "I hope you'll be gentle with her. She's never had a man before."
Maybe it was that part he didn't believe. Nevertheless when he saw Cindy, he seemed delighted.
"Hello, Mr. Jones," Cindy said in a mincing, childish voice.
Linda had prepared her well. Cindy's long blonde hair was done in pigtails, and she looked about ten years old. To add to the effect, Linda had dressed her in a pinafore, white knee socks, and patent-leather slippers. Cindy tried not to squirm. Linda had shaved off all her pussy hair to make her more like a child – and it itched.
"Why, hello, Cindy," the man said, grinning hungrily. "What a pretty little girl you are. How old are you?"
"Ten," Cindy said sweetly, batting her big blue eyes.
"Well, I'll leave you two alone now," Linda said nervously. "I have some errands to run." That wasn't true. She intended to stay right outside the apartment, ready to rescue Cindy if the john got too rough. She cast Cindy a nervous glance as she left, but Cindy looked full of confidence.
And why shouldn't she be? In Cindy's mind she'd already done everything there was to do in the realm of sex. She'd fucked fourteen different men, sometimes two or three at once, and she'd taken it in the mouth and the ass. She'd even made love with girls. And after being skewered on Cadillac's gigantic black prick, she felt she could handle any kind of cock she might encounter.
The one thing she hadn't known – and which Linda had taught her – was that some men liked a girl to play games, to pretend to be something other than what she was. Mr. Jones, for instance (and of course that wasn't his real name), wanted her to act like a little girl. That was fine with Cindy. She liked to act.
"Do you like candy, little girl?" said Jones, almost drooling with eagerness.
"Oh, yes," Cindy cooed.
"Then come sit on my lap, and I'll give you some," he said, taking the only chair in the place. It was rickety, and Cindy hoped it wouldn't collapse under his weight.
"Oh, goody!" she squealed, running to plump her butt down on Jones' knee. "What kinda candy you got, mister? I like the kind with nuts best."
He giggled. Oh, wow, Cindy thought, what a weirdo.
Mr. Jones slipped a plump arm around her and squeezed her tight. Cindy straightened up a little so he wouldn't touch her boobs and spoil the illusion – no "little girl" had tits that big. She wiggled her firm little ass around in his lap, but she felt no hard-on yet. Linda had told her that he might take a long time – but for five hundred bucks, it was worth it.
"Where's the candy, mister?" Cindy said plaintively. "You said you had some candy."
Jones giggled again, and Cindy noticed little specks of spittle at the corners of his fat mouth. She was thoroughly repulsed, but she didn't show it. That was rule number one, Linda had taught her – the customer was always Paul Newman.
"Why. I've got it right in my pocket, Cindy," he said. "You can take it out if you want." He was breathing very heavily now.
"Okay," Cindy said eagerly. "Which pocket, mister?"
"This one right here," said Jones. "It zips open." With a pudgy finger he indicated his fly. His breathing got heavier, and he couldn't seem to suppress his shrill giggles.
Cindy feigned wide-eyed innocence. "Gee," she said wonderingly, "I never saw a pocket like that before. Can I have as much candy as I want, Mr. Jones?"
"Sure, honey," he giggled. "It's all yours. Go ahead – unzip the pocket and find the candy."
Well, here we go, thought Cindy.
She unzipped his fly and contemplated the soft white worm of his prick. A little under average size, and clean. No problems. She turned her big blue eyes on the grinning, red-faced Jones.
"Mister," she said accusingly, "that ain't candy. I never saw candy like that before."
"Oh, yes, it is, dear," said Jones, hardly able to contain his excitement. "It's the best candy you ever tasted. Go ahead, take it out."
Cindy reached into the dark warmth of his fly and picked up the limp warm prick. She slowly drew it out into the light of the room and looked at it. It might be four inches long in its erect state, but right now his cock was tiny and shriveled, wormy white with a delicate network of blue veins, and the circumcised head was rosy and dry.
"It doesn't look like candy," she said innocently.
"It is," said Jones, snickering. "And it tastes really good. I'll show you how to eat it. It's a very special kind of candy. First you have to get down on your knees."
Cindy obeyed, glad for the knee socks which protected her from the rough uncarpeted floor. If she did her job well, she and Linda would have a place like Cadillac's, thickly carpeted and richly furnished. Her repulsion for Jones diminished as she thought of what his five hundred dollars would mean to her and her mother.
"Now pick up the candy and put it in your mouth, dear," said Jones, who was actually drooling by now.
Innocently Cindy obeyed, taking the limp, droopy prick in her little hand and popping it into her mouth. She had no trouble getting all of his rod inside. Thank God he was clean. Linda had told her that she might not always be so fortunate. But she was prepared for that, too. After all, she'd blown old dirty-pricked Calvin Trout and survived.
Jones quivered deliciously as he felt his limp cock stuffed into the juicy wetness of her silky mouth. He looked down at her and was perfectly pleased with the illusion created by her pigtails, pinafore, and small stature. She looked just like a grade-school child sucking a grown man's cock. Jones, of course, knew she was older – he'd seen the full swelling outline of her tits under the prim pinafore – but she was a good little actress, and he was content. He patronized a lot of whores, but few of them were as pretty and talented as this girl.
"Now suck on it, dear," he said breathlessly. "You'll find out how good it tastes."
Cindy began to suck his prick. She performed well, sucking gently and timidly at first, then with increasing speed and excitement. She could easily draw the short cock all the way back to her throat, till Jones' limp baggy nuts rubbed her chin. She made her saliva come in searing floods to bathe his flaccid meat.
"Ummmm!" she murmured.
Jones giggled shrilly. "Yes, it tastes really good, doesn't it? All the little girls I know love the taste of that special candy."
That's what you'd like to believe, you ugly old fart, thought Cindy irreverently. She felt she knew this man – and all men – inside out. They only wanted one thing – and she could supply it with skill and enthusiasm. She was going to make a lot of money out of their weakness, enough to keep her and Linda for life.
His short cock began to come to life in her busily sucking mouth. She sandwiched the twitching meat between her silky palate and her squirming tongue, and she felt it throbbing, growing. It slowly expanded to its full length and girth, but even then his cock was so small that she easily kept all of it in her mouth. She felt the hard knob beginning to dribble cock-juice down the back of her throat.
"Ummmm!" she exclaimed. "Uuuummmm!"
Jones chuckled, then gasped as Cindy began to suck his erect sensitive prick with hungry speed and force. "Eeeeeee!" he shrilled. "Awwww!"
Cindy thought he sounded like a wounded pig. In his excitement he began to participate in the blow-job, jerking his fat butt around on the rickety chair. He jabbed his hard little cock back and forth in her juicy sucking mouth, and his flabby balls slapped furiously against her chin.
"Yes, suck on it, little girl!" he squealed. "Suck the good candy! Eat all you want!" He giggled like a maniac. "There's a big surprise inside. You'll get it in a minute."
Oh, shit, thought Cindy. She wasn't in the least aroused. She could begin to see some of the problems of Linda's work-session after session with men who didn't turn her on, the sheer tedium of taking on many men a day. But Cindy was very young and optimistic. Out of all those men, there had to be some sexy ones, and then she'd get her kicks, too.
"Awwww!" Jones bawled.
He was almost purple in the face now, panting heavily, and he'd curled his fingers in Cindy's hair, his hands working convulsively. She worried for a moment that he might have a heart attack. But she remembered what Linda had told her, that Jones was a veteran of these games. He must know his limits.
"Surprise!" he bleated. "Here comes the surprise!"
Cindy braced herself, opening her throat wide. Just in time – a thick splat of jism shot from the twitching head of his cock. She managed to swallow all of it, plus the little after-bursts of salty cum. She gurgled loudly, greedily, as she ate it all. Jones was squealing and moaning as he came.
At last his prick went limp and useless on her tongue, and Cindy let it slip from her mouth. She looked at him in wide-eyed disappointment. "Gee, mister," she said, "that was such good candy. Can't I have some more?"
Jones beamed, obviously pleased with her performance. "Of course, Cindy," he said, patting her on the head. "You've been a very good little girl, so I'll let you suck some more on the candy."
Shit, thought Cindy.
She'd figured he'd excuse himself, be satisfied after one come. But for five hundred bucks, she supposed he'd want his money's worth. Hiding her boredom, she grinned and picked up his limp wet prick and stuffed it back in her mouth. As she began sucking on the tool, Jones gave a long low sigh of pleasure.
"I like nice little girls like you, Cindy," he said, "so I'm going to give you a very special treat, something you'll really like. You just enjoy the candy awhile, while I get it ready."
Cindy hardly paid any attention. Her only aim was to bring him off again and get rid of him. She sucked his cock swiftly, juicily, with a vacuum pressure that soon had him panting and squealing. Of course it took longer this time to get his prick hard, and her mind wandered. She thought of the fine apartment she and Linda were going to have – in a white neighborhood this time, so they could stroll around the streets without danger. She thought of how pretty Linda would look in the new clothes she intended to buy her. Together, as a mother-daughter team, they were really going to go places. It would be a wonderful life.
Suddenly Jones was pushing her away, his now-erect prick popping wetly from her mouth and standing straight up in his lap. He had a sick eager grin on his fat flushed face.
"I want more candy!" Cindy pouted.
"No, it's not good for you to have too much candy," Jones said, wagging a finger at her. "We're going to play a game instead. I'll be the doctor and you be the patient."
"Oh, goody!" Cindy squealed, wondering what in hell he had in mind.
"Now you go over and lie on the bed," said Jones, "and then I'll come and be the nice doctor."
"Okay, mister," said Cindy, remembering to lisp a little.
She skipped over to the bed and lay down on her back. She looked innocently at Jones as he approached her, a ludicrous sight with his stiff wet reddish prick sticking out of his fly. He leered down at her. She noted that his stubby cock was drooling eagerly.
"Now, what's the matter, little girl?" he said soothingly. "Where does it hurt?"
Cindy was beginning to get the idea. "Right down here," she said, wrinkling her face in a pout. She pointed to her crotch.
Jones was delighted. This girl played the game better than any he'd ever encountered. "Down there?" he said. "I'd better have a look."
He raised her short frilly skirt and tucked it around her waist. He tugged down her childish white cotton panties, and Cindy obligingly raised her plump little butt to assist him. He tossed the panties aside and gazed with blatant delight at her shaved pussy. The cunt-lips were plump and pink and perfectly hairless, like those of a child. Jones could not have been more pleased.
"Spread your legs a little, dear," he said breathlessly. When Cindy complied, he had an enticing view of her girlish slit, of delicate folds of plump pink pussy flesh. He slid a stubby finger between the ripe blushing lips of her twat and rubbed teasingly around the tiny mouth of her cunt.
"Is that where it hurts?" he asked.
"Ooohhh, yes!" squealed Cindy. "But that feels nice, Doctor. When you do that, it doesn't hurt any more."
Jones chuckled and went on massaging the moist mouth of her little cunt, circling the slick flesh with the stubby tip of his finger, poking delicately in and out of the steamy little hole. The girl sighed deeply and let her legs fall wider apart. A cute little grin spread across her childish face, and he felt her warm pussy-cream starting to flow around his finger. My God, she was a superb actress. He'd be coming back to this one again and again.
Cindy wasn't acting this time, however. Jones' thick finger felt really good as it rimmed and probed the ever-greedy mouth of her little moist cunt. She was pretty horny. It had been a week since she'd been balled, since Cadillac's brutal rape had turned into the most exciting fuck of her life. She needed a screw so badly that she'd take anything – even Jones.
"Is it feeling better, dear?" he asked, breathing loudly.
"Ooohhh, yes," Cindy cooed, with perfect sincerity. "Do that some more, Doctor. It feels soooo nice!"
Jones grinned wickedly and eased his stubby finger a little farther into her wonderfully tight teenage cunt. He began working his finger in and out, stiff and fast, like a miniature cock. The girl flushed and gasped with pleasure and her cunt-cream boiled around his digging finger. He felt her powerful young cunt muscles gripping his finger, trying to pull it deeper inside. He could well imagine how delicious it would feel to stick his erect aching cock into that velvety tight little twat.
"Now, dear, you must be a brave little girl," he said. "I'm going to have to give you an injection. Then you'll feel just fine."
Cindy's blue eyes widened. "Oh, is it going to hurt?" she squeaked.
"Just a little," he said. "Just as I put the needle in. Then it will start to feel good." He knew damn well she wasn't a virgin – he'd already detected it with his finger – but they both had to keep up the illusion.
"All right, Doctor," she said bravely. "I won't cry."
"That's a good girl," Jones said breathlessly.
He crawled between her legs and aimed his stiff, drooling cock at the tiny shadowed mouth of her cunt.
Cindy wanted to scream with joy as she felt his rigid prick moving into her starved pussy. It felt so good! She needed a stiff fucking badly. But she was a professional now, and she had to keep up her act.
"Eeeee!" she shrieked. "That hurts! Ohhhh, take it out, Doctor!"
Jones slumped heavily down on her sweet young body and completed his penetration, his spongy cock-head coming to rest against the end of her cunt. As he'd expected, her snatch was exquisitely tight, but it was also as wet and hot as a mature woman's. Blissfully he began to fuck her with quick short jabs.
"Ooohhh!" wailed Cindy. "You were right, Doctor! Now it feels great! Keep doing it to me! Ooohhh, yessss!"
Five minutes later Jones had come and was finished for the day. He knew his limits. Cindy was pleased, though, for she'd come three times. She almost wanted to kiss the fat homely old guy, but right to the end she kept up the act. She pouted and looked tearful as he pulled out of her cunt.
"You did a naughty thing to me, mister," she said. "My mommy will be real mad."
Jones grinned at her. "Don't tell your mother, little girl," he said, "and I'll come back soon and give you more candy."
Cindy brightened. "Okay, mister," she said eagerly. "That'd be great. And could we play doctor again?"
Jones beamed. "Of course, if you're a good girl."
Cindy was very pleased with herself. Linda was pleased, too. Jones had met her outside the apartment and handed over six hundred dollars – the extra hundred as a tip – and asked to have Cindy again next week. Clearly Cindy was a rousing success at her new job.
"You did just fine, honey," said Linda. "Better than we could have hoped. That extra hundred will pay Cadillac, and we'll be five hundred in the clear."
"When's he coming?" said Cindy.
"Very soon," said Linda. "You better douche and change."
Cadillac was their pimp. He'd been Linda's pimp for a long time, but Cindy hadn't known that till later. In exchange for a cut of their earnings, Cadillac brought them good customers like Jones. He also exchanged other services with Linda and her daughter.
Cadillac arrived around midnight and accepted his hundred dollars with some surprise. "So she made out all right?" he said. "He paid the whole fee?"
Linda and Cindy looked innocent. They'd agreed not to tell him about the tip. "Yeah, it went just fine," said Linda casually. "After all, she's my daughter."
"I believe it," Cadillac chuckled. "You both pretty talented ladies. Speakin' of which…"
He didn't have to say more. Linda and Cindy hurried to him and undressed him. Then, while he lounged on the bed, they took off their clothes slowly in front of him, just the way he liked, gradually unveiling their superb tits and pretty pussies. Cadillac ginned at the contrast between Linda's thick fluffy blonde beaver and Cindy's shaved and naked pussy. It made them seem even more like mother and daughter, and that was a blast. He'd never fucked a mother-daughter team before.
They cuddled up to him on the bed, one on each side. Their pleasure wasn't faked. Cadillac was their man, the one they got their kicks with after hours of fucking and sucking uninteresting customers. Linda flicked her expert wet tongue back and forth over his nipples, giving him sharp little buzzes of pleasure, while Cindy worked her little wet tongue swiftly up and down the long long rigid pole of his black cock. Cadillac felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven. These chicks really knew their work.
"Awwwww, man," he moaned, "let's make it. I don't wanta wait…"
Linda and Cindy worked as a perfectly coordinated team. They had their routine all worked out and didn't have to discuss their next move. While Cadillac lay on his back, his huge dark cock standing straight up from his taut belly, Linda squatted over him and deftly impaled her wet cunt on the enormous knob of his cock-head. Grinning lustily, she slid down it till his prick was fully inside her cunt.
"Ooohhh, lover, that feels good!" she moaned.
Cadillac grinned and began to fuck her, watching her big full tits quiver and bounce. Then Cindy leaped astride him, too, poising her pretty pink pussy right over his face. She had the cutest little twat he'd ever seen, and it was a blast to see it shaved like a little kid's. He stuck out his big pink tongue and began to tickle her tiny red moist clit.
"Eeeeeee!" squealed Cindy. "Oh, yeah, baby, eat my pussy! Ummm, that's fantastic!"
Cadillac felt fantastic. Bringing off two beautiful blondes at once was quite a feat. But it wasn't just his performance that achieved it. It was also the exceptional skill of mother and daughter.
Cindy glanced back once at Linda and was met with a warm gaze of affection. Cindy returned the look. Her life with Linda was very different from what she'd imagined, and it was the end of all her childhood dreams. But she loved her mother – even if she was a whore.