Teflon
Girl, Demon Girl, Angel Girl
by Sterling
Chapter 5 of 6
Katy lay back on the bed, legs spread wide, a stiff penis thrusting in
and out of her pussy.
"You're a disgusting man," said Katy, face set in hatred. "Violating a
poor innocent little girl!"
"I know," whispered the man.
"You're
worth less than a turd!" She grabbed one of his nipples between her
thumbnail and fingernails and clenched just as tight as she could.
"Ow!" cried the main plaintively, "Ow!"
Katy felt that extra hardness, the extra girth, the slightly more
insistent thrusting inside her.
She slapped the man across the face as hard as she could. "Asshole!"
"Yeesssssss!" cried the man, holding still inside her, gasping for
breath.
Seconds later he rolled off and lay beside her, a silly grin on his
face.
"You're a baby-raping scumbag!" snarled Katy.
"It's OK now," said the man, smiling at her. "We can stop."
Katy relaxed and grinned, noting his cock shrinking inside its condom.
"You're
just the best," he said, looking at her and stroking her smiling cheek.
"And you don't mind? You're not going to be scarred for life?"
"Nope. Make-believe is fun!" She glanced at the clock. The man followed
her gaze.
"Just five more minutes," he said wistfully.
"What do you want to do?"
"I
just want to lie here and admire you," he said, propping himself up on
an elbow and caressing her with the other hand. Figure eights around
her nipples, down one arm and back up, through her hair, then down over
her tummy and between her legs, down the inside of one thigh and back,
then the other.
Katy lay back and smiled. Touch was nice.
"OK, you can go," he said. "Don't want to keep the next guy waiting."
He gave her a simple smile.
That
was one part she didn't like, when they had these tearful goodbyes. She
kissed him once on the cheek, then retrieved her panties and dress and
went through the door into her "green room". She couldn't blame them
for being emotional. This was the first and last time these guys would
ever have sex with a little girl. For some of them it was the first and
last time they'd ever have sex.
Katy
stretched. She could rest, take a shower, eat a snack -- whatever she
wanted. She heard the guy she had just left opening the door to leave,
and moments later she heard Marsha go in to change the bed and make
sure everything was in order for the next guy who would get ready for
her in Room A. To help her decide what to do next she took a peek on
the screen for a description of the guy waiting in Room B. "Shy and
awkward, not very verbal," said the report. "Simple will do." The video
feed showed him sitting nervously on the bed in T-shirt and shorts.
Katy
looked herself over in the full-length mirror. The last guy hadn't
covered her with sweat or anything. Down below her pussy had closed up
nicely. The lips were still engorged, but this guy in Room B wasn't
likely to be very discriminating. Certainly no need to take a shower.
Her hair was a bit mussed, but not even worth a combing. She grabbed a
simple white dress off the rack and put it on, not bothering with
panties. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
The guy stood and glanced at her, then looked away.
"Hi," said Katy.
"Uh, hi," he said in reply.
She
approached him, and as he didn't initiate anything, she said, "Let's
see what you've got in here," tugging his shorts and underpants down.
She found an unremarkable penis. "Ooooo, let me play with this," she
said, caressing it. It quickly swelled with blood, then stiffened. She
reached for a condom, opened the package and deftly unrolled it to
cover his organ snugly. She pulled his shorts and briefs down all the
way and he stepped out of them.
"Would you like to see what's under my dress?" she said with a simple
smile.
He nodded and looked away. She then lay back on the bed, legs spread a
bit, leaving the dress hem at her knees.
"Come
here," she said, "Kneel on the bed." He did. As he made no move to
explore between her legs, she slowly raised the hem of the dress. His
eyes were glued to her, and when her smooth girl parts came into view,
he said, "Oh, shit..." His cock twitched once.
"This is where it goes," she said, tracing a finger up her slit. "Come
lie on me."
At
last he grinned and lowered himself into position, eyes fixed on her
pussy slit. Katy pulled the dress out from under her until it was
around her waist.
He aimed his cock, and she held herself open.
He
gave a little gasp when his cock made contact with her warm tissues,
then thrust to get his cock tip fully inside, then began thrusting in
earnest, almost frantic. His gazed stayed locked on the place he was
going in and out of her.
"Unnh, unnh, unnnh..." he vocalized
softly as he pounded away. She figured that to him she was nothing but
a pussy built into the right spot in a little girl. She tried to think
about him the same way. He was a penis driving in and out of her. She
felt full and warm, and the motion felt good. Sexy good, as his shaft
tugged at her tissues to make her sexy nerves happy. The penis swelled,
the strokes got long and slow, and then he surged deep inside for his
moment of climax, then immediately began thrusting wildly once more.
But within a few seconds he pulled out and flopped onto his back, eyes
closed.
"Was that nice?" she asked, sitting up.
He nodded, a relaxed grin on his face. His eyes opened.
"All finished?"
He nodded again, eyes on her pussy.
"OK, bye," she said, and hopped up and went back into her green room.
After
Katy recovered from her tumultuous road trip, she talked to Mark on the
phone. Sometimes the conversations were long. (He did get his old job
back. His absence was called a psychiatric breakdown -- which was
really quite close to the truth.) They went over everything they had
been through together, as she kept seeing more clearly all the things
she had made people do.
She realized she wanted to give back to
the world, partly to atone for the awful things she had done. She knew
that she with her special genes could offer a gift that no one else
could offer.
At first she had just met with one of Mark's online
buddies for an hour's visit. He was thrilled and she didn't mind at
all. He used a condom, of course. No more semen gifts for Katy! Then he
met another one. That one asked her if she'd marry him. She felt like
he really would have if he could, but it wasn't possible. And he knew
it too. The two of them reinforced what Mark had been telling her --
how there were so many pedophiles who dreamed of an hour with a girl
like her.
One thing led to another, so here she was, a year and
a half later. Most Saturdays, she spent from mid-morning to mid-evening
in this suite of rooms that used to be where a doctor saw patients in
his house. A home office. She went there some Sundays too. She had two
helpers. There was the receptionist -- Robin, today. And there was the
"maid" Marsha who changed the sheets and helped Katy between visitors
with her hair and whatever else she wanted. Sometimes she really got
into a rhythm, and by going between rooms A and B, she let pedophiles
achieve their dream at a faster pace.
A stream of "gold-star
pedophiles" got to visit her, ones who had never acted sexually with a
child or looked at child pornography. Many pedophiles stay closeted
their entire lives. Others have no interest in a one night stand -- a
one hour stand, really. Some aren't attracted to a 7-year-old -- or the
8-year-old she became. But that left tens of thousands of pedophiles in
the United States who were interested, and they were selected by
lottery. And what was maybe a 10% chance that they would win the
lottery some day gave them hope. Some reported it was an added factor
in making sure they stayed away from other little girls.
If they
agreed to limit themselves to a 20-minute session, their chances of
winning the lottery were higher. A sophisticated computerized system
organized things. Mark was in charge of it. If he saw guys who were
questionable, he ran them by Katy. If she really didn't like the looks
of someone, it just so happened that he never won the lottery. But she
didn't turn many away. Fat men deserved a little happiness just as much
as skinny ones.
Katy's identity was never revealed, and to all
her peers she just had some sort of intensive commitment that took
large chunks of her weekends. But among pedophiles, the amazing "Alice"
became legendary.
If the condom broke, Katy immediately notified
the receptionist, who canceled the rest of the day's appointments and
notified her mother, who kept watch on her for 48 hours. Katy sometimes
felt that little lift if a condom broke, but she also remembered the
consequences and never tried to do anything with it.
She
looked at the description of her next client and gulped. Mark had been
reluctant to let people like him visit her, but she thought they
deserved a turn too.
For this one she took a quick shower and
then brought in Marsha to help dry and comb her hair and help her into
her schoolgirl uniform. It had a white blouse, plaid skirt and plaid
vest, white tights and shiny black shoes.
"You sure you're up for this?" Marsha looked at her earnestly.
Katy nodded. She'd done four of these before, and they'd all worked out
fine.
"Ah,
Alice," said the man as she entered. He was in a fancy suit, with
silver hair. He could easily have been a company president. "Are we
ready?"
Katy nodded.
His voice changed tone. "Alice, you're late again! Why are you late?"
"I don't know, I'm sorry," she said, adopting a higher, more tentative
voice.
"Well, you need to be punished."
"I'm sorry. Please don't punish me."
"Sit
on the bed," commanded the man. He sat beside her. He ran his hand up
and down her back and across her cheek. "Sit up straight!" he
commanded. This let him explore her stomach and chest.
She looked straight ahead.
"Look at me," he said, as he placed a hand on her knee and slowly slid
it up under her skirt.
"Not there," said Katy. "That's private."
"Not
any more. The other punishments haven't worked. I told you it would
come to this if you didn't behave. Spread your legs more."
As his hand reached her panties and began stroking her crotch, she
whimpered, "No, no, not there..."
"Yes,
there!" he said with excitement. His fingers began poking. He put his
thumb through one panty leg hole and his fingers through the other and
squeezed her labia in a bunch. "Ha!" It didn't hurt, but still she
said, "Nooo!"
"On your hands and knees, Alice!" he commanded.
"No," whimpered Katy, but she got on her hands and knees on the bed.
"No part of you is a private part from your daddy, you understand?"
"Yes.... Yes, daddy," Katy said meekly.
She could feel him kneeling on the bed behind her, and turned around to
look.
"Eyes to the front!" he commanded, and she looked forward again.
"Let's
see what we've got down here." He flipped her skirt up over her back
and unceremoniously grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her
knees. "God, are you disgusting. Filthy. I was supposed to have a son,
but your bitch of a mother had a girl
instead." He spat out the word 'girl' like it was a curse. "No proud,
strong penis. No balls. Just a bunch of nothing. But then there's
this," he said, opening her lips and slipping a finger just barely into
her pussy. "God, you're pathetic even for a girl. You ought to be
ashamed of yourself. No wonder you try to hide these parts. They're
private because they're disgusting."
"I'm sorry, daddy," she
said quietly, sniffling. "I'll try to be good." This man was a good
actor. She was really glad her real daddy wasn't anything like him.
"You'll
never be any good -- you're just a girl." His finger disappeared from
her pussy and she heard an exaggerated sniff. "Oh, Christ, you smell
disgusting! Don't you ever take a bath? Probably wouldn't help. Can't
wash the gross out.... But we still have to punish you." Katy heard
rummaging around, heard a zipper, heard cloth moving over flesh.
"Ready for your punishment?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Do you admit you've been very bad and need to be punished?"
"Yes, daddy."
She felt fingers on her pussy. Then she felt a warm knob.
"No, daddy. No, No, I'm sorry, anything but that! I'll be good, I
promise!"
Then she felt a surge inside. He was pretty thick, and she could tell
he had a condom on, as promised.
"Ouch!" It didn't hurt, but she figured that was what the part called
for.
"Oh,
you haven't felt anything yet." He surged again and again, and she
discovered from a deep bump that he was long as well as thick.
"No, daddy, please, no, I'm sorry, daddy," she whined, over and over.
"You should thank me for being willing to degrade my phallus by
sticking it in your disgusting little sewer cunt," he said.
"Thank you, daddy," she said. "For punishing me with your magnificent
penis."
He did long, slow strokes, coming out almost all the way before surging
back inside again.
"You're bad!" he said and smacked her on her right hip.
"Owww," said Katy, "I'm sorry..."
The man grappled Katy's hips and fucked in and out of her furiously.
"Very, very bad!" he said whacking her on the hip again. This time it
really hurt a little.
Katy switched to her normal voice. "That's hard enough, OK? No harder."
"What?
You think you can tell me how much to punish you? I'll hit you however
hard I want. Maybe that will make you learn to be on time!" He whacked
her harder.
Katy said, "No, that's too hard, you've got to stop now!"
"Damn you! See if I take any guff from a stinking little cunt like
you!" He whacked her even harder.
Katy had already moved her hand to the panic button, and now she
pressed it.
A
loud buzz sounded outside the room, and a very loud, very deep, very
commanding male voice thundered from speakers in the room, "Stop at
once!" A recording.
"Oh, shit," said the man in his normal
voice, freezing. Two seconds later the door burst open and Robin strode
in. The man disengaged from Katy's pussy and cowered back as Katy
turned on hands and knees.
Robin was two years out of college,
where he had played defensive tackle. He seized the man by the
shoulders. "You asshole," he said, shaking him. "Alice doesn't press
that button for nothing!"
"It's OK, Robin, don't hurt him!" commanded Katy.
Robin seemed reluctant to ease up on the man, but he did.
"Are you OK?" said Marsha, bending over, hand on Katy's back.
Katy thought about it. "Yeah."
She looked at Katy's hip. "Oh, look at that, I bet that will be a nasty
bruise!"
"What do we do?" asked Robin, behind the man with his arm loosely
around his throat.
"Ask Alice," said Marsha.
Katy thought.
"God, I'm so sorry Alice, I got carried away. Stupid, stupid, stupid
me! Shit! Almost like I had to act like my uncle did. God!"
Robin said, "I don't give a shit what your uncle did! You don't do it
to anyone else! Especially Alice!"
Katy
said, "Let me think." The magnificent phallus was quite limp now.
"Those things you said... Do you believe girls are gross?"
"Oh, God, no! I think girls are wonderful. I think you're amazing --"
"Get dressed," said Katy, as she put her own clothing back into its
decent configuration.
The man put his trousers back on. Robin stood back, arms folded across
his chest.
Katy stood up on the bed with her shoes on the sheets. Maybe she was a
little bad, she thought with a little smile.
She motioned the man to come stand in front of her, and she put her
arms on his shoulders, looking down at him.
"You promise you'll never ever do anything like that again."
"I promise. Never. I'll never let myself even visit a kid again. I'm so
sorry, Alice, I --"
Katy
bent down to give him a hug. "You poor man," she said softly. "Be good
from now on." She broke the hug and kissed him on one cheek, then the
other. "Goodbye".
Robin
saw him out, while Marsha sat down on the bed with Katy. "We'll cancel
the rest of the day. Maybe we should stop this whole thing. You could
have been hurt!"
Katy shook her head. "No, I'll just take a few minutes."
"You're a saint, Alice," said Marsha. "Hugging him and kissing him like
that."
"No,
no, I'm not a saint," said Katy sadly. Marsha had no idea about Katy's
past. But what came to Katy's mind was the image of a frightened girl,
legs spread wide. At Katy's command, a man had driven his penis into
the girl, over and over. The girl cried while blood leaked out of her,
the raping penis violating her over and over. Katy's raping penis. "Not
a saint."
Katy took a hot shower and rested. They decided to
defer the next man on her schedule to another day but let her see the
next instead.
For him she dressed in a silk negligee, and the room was darkened, lit
by just a couple candles.
For
his hour, the man simply adored her body. First through the negligee
and then without it, he caressed every inch of her, kissed her hair,
her cheeks, her backside, and then her front side. He said he really
didn't see why she should take her panties off, as that was so
personal, but Katy had insisted. "That's part of me too," she said with
a smile. He was apologetic but also grateful. From time to time he gave
adoring comments in a soothing voice. He clucked sympathetically over
the bruise on her hip; she said she'd fallen the wrong way in the
playground. By conspicuous absence the only places he didn't kiss her
were her nipples and between her legs. She let him kiss her on the
lips, but not for very long. His soothing attention finished calming
her, and washed away those nasty things the last man had said about
her, even if it was make-believe.
After his time was up, Katy
was ready for the next man. He was a funny, personable guy who
carefully brought her to a sweet little orgasm with his tongue. He
ended up mounted on her in missionary position, thrusting away,
obviously just thrilled with her in every respect, and climaxed deep in
her pussy.
With her last visitor of the day gone, Katy took a
bath. She leaned over in the tub and took a look at her pussy as she
washed it. A couple pairs of lips and a tunnel leading inside. If she
felt like letting some guy stick his penis in, she let him. The men
always loved it, acting like it was the best thing in the world. Katy
liked making people happy. To her, the sensations usually felt kind of
good, or occasionally they weren't great, but never terrible. But
that's where it ended, with the sensations. With her it was just an
organ.
They said that all the other women and girls had all
these complicated feelings. They only liked it if the man cared about
them, and they wanted the same man to do it again, and if he didn't
they could get very sad. If he said he cared about them but didn't,
they felt very angry. Some of them only wanted to do it if they were
married.
She was so lucky to be the way she was. It was a hole.
She could make men so happy by letting them use it, and it felt nice to
her too. And that was that!
"We haven't walked this route since... Hmmmm... Since I asked if you
wanted to do some hanky-panky with my Teflon daughter."
"I guess that's right. Two years ago, and just this time of year... I
wonder if I really would have gone to California."
"I like to think I was only thinking of your interest, not my own."
"It's been wonderful for me."
"Really? With her being so, um, spectacularly untrue to you?"
"Yeah,
even that. I've gotten jealous at times, sure. But she was never really
my girlfriend. It never meant that to her really. It's just as well I'm
reminded of the reality."
"A bit of sour grapes maybe?"
Mark
chuckled. "Maybe, but when she hugs me at night and looks into my eyes,
I think she still loves me as much as before. Which was a lot, but
still a 6-year-old kind of love -- or an 8-year-old kind now. Not
grown-up love."
"I have to deal with my feelings about letting her become such a little
slut. Do you really think she doesn't mind?"
"I
really do. She still feels bad about killing that guy. I'll never
forget that." He shuddered. "She feels bad about the other stuff too,
but some of it's still kind of theoretical. Why should a girl mind
getting a penis put in her, since she
doesn't mind? She's got the genes for not getting it. But along with
her Teflon genes, you know she's a very loving kid. She wants to do the
right thing. She knew she did wrong, and she likes the idea of making
up for it. And remember that a lot of those guys just adore her. She's
like the second coming of Christ to them. Some just kiss her gently on
the lips don't want to touch her any other way."
"I'm jealous she talks to you about some of those details but not to
me."
"Well,
I really know what those men feel and what their lives have been like.
And you don't, amazingly wonderful loving person that you are." He put
his arm behind her back and squeezed once.
"You two went through a lot together in that month, too."
"That's
for sure. I may be the only guy in history who really has a mountain of
evidence that mind control really is possible. Everyone else had a
single freaky experience. I saw hundreds of them. And to feel you're
not in control, it was so creepy."
"I remember that too. But just a couple times."
"If
it was like someone else controlling your body or your tongue, that
would be one thing. But it was deeper than that. Like my mind got
warped, feeling impulsive, wanting things I wouldn't usually want but
kind of knowing it was messed up."
"Right. Like thinking, 'Why
shouldn't a girl have ice cream for breakfast? It's got calories, girls
deserve to be happy.' But I guess you had it so much worse."
Mark nodded. They walked in silence a while.
Melanie said, "But you said you had some new thoughts on it?"
"Yes.
Yes, I do. I think we -- I mean you -- should do every last thing we
can to make sure she knows right from wrong. Knows it really well."
"Yeah, can you imagine a rebellious teenage Katy? I'm sure she'll be
able to get as much semen as she wants."
"Pussyful after pussyful."
Melanie
elbowed Mark in the ribs. "And imagine what she could do. Totally
embarrass the people she didn't like. Like getting them to pee their
pants. I couldn't help laugh when I heard about that."
"Yeah, or go up to a rich person's house and ask to be let in and
politely suggest they write her a check for $50,000."
"She wouldn't!"
"You should have heard her talk that last evening. She said something
about ruling the world."
Melanie laughed. Mark didn't.
He said, "Did you ever read the 'Foundation' books by Asimov?"
"I started, since you liked them so much. But I got bored."
"There's
this character called the Mule. He's a genetic freak who can control
minds. And that's all it takes for him to rule the galaxy."
Melanie laughed, then stopped. "I was going to say it's just science
fiction, but it isn't, right?"
"That was. This isn't."
They walked for a minute, then Melanie stopped in her tracks.
"I've
always prided myself on going where science and logic lead, ignoring
conventional wisdom. That's the only reason I let Katy become your
lover."
Mark nodded and looked down.
"But... If this is real, can -- can Katy be allowed to grow up?"
Mark looked up and they locked eyes. "She's a good kid. Maybe she'd
save the world."
"Power tends to corrupt." Neither needed to give the next line:
Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Melanie started walking again, slowly.
Mark
followed. "I only ever saw her control someone when she spoke to them
face to face. She said she couldn't just think it -- she had to say it."
Melanie
seemed distracted, then said, "Well, I've gotten as far as knowing we
don't have to kill her -- God, listen to me! A hysterectomy should do
it."
"Or a vaginectomy."
"Yeah."
"But... Who knows
what happens if she swallows the stuff? She never did that I knew of,
but it wouldn't say much anyway since she was getting so much the other
way."
They walked on a while before Melanie said, "This is all a
dream, right? You and Katy just made up all those things that happened?"
Melanie saw it was 3:30 when the phone rang. She picked it up at once
-- she hadn't fallen asleep yet.
Bob groaned once but didn't wake up. Melanie took the phone, quickly
left the bedroom and seated herself at the kitchen table.
"I think I've got it figured out," said Mark.
"What? And do you know what time it is?"
"Yes, and you weren't sleeping either, right? But even if you were, I
thought you'd want to know."
"OK, what?"
"These
genes have been around in the population forever, right? So they must
have come together in grown women many, many times. Grown women who are
getting sperm up the pussy all the time. So, if we don't have
historical examples of women ruling the world -- imagine a prostitute
with those genes -- then there's something stopping it. It must be that
when she gets older it will go away."
"Hmmmm. But what about all the other little girls in history who've had
the genes?"
"I've
thought about that too. For one thing, hardly any of them get sperm up
there, right? And if they do, they're likely to say, 'please stop that'
and if it happens even a couple times -- it will work!"
"And if
they've been forced to be a prepubescent prostitute, they could talk
their way out of it. Yeah, I can see how it wouldn't add up. Katy got
started because she was having fun and making you happy."
"So,
that's all good, right? The genes have been stewing around forever, and
although this combination must have shown up thousands of times, it
never led to disaster before."
"But what if she has some incredibly rare combination of genes in
addition to the two Teflon genes?"
"Well, I guess it's possible. But anything's possible."
"Right. We can only plan out to 'one in a million' or so. If it's one
in a trillion -- time to worry about something else."
After a silence, Melanie said, "I think I'll be able to sleep now."
The
area around Katy's Boston suburb relied heavily on Pilgrim Integrated
Systems. They made complicated physical objects that required
complicated equipment in a complicated factory. The company was on the
verge of a big expansion. If the owner Mr. Dodge invested in physical
plant here, the company would certainly stay for many years. But an
offer from Mississippi was tempting, and a move would be a severe shock
to the local community. Her father Bob worked for Pilgrim. Reports
suggested Mr. Dodge was leaning towards relocating.
"I was just thinking," said Melanie. "About the Pilgrim situation."
"Yeah?" said Mark.
"Do you think Katy might be able to help?"
"Katy? At the age of 9? Oh! Wait, do you mean...?"
"Well,
yeah. We decided she wasn't going to try to rule the world, and she's
been so nice to all those men who are, um, like you."
"Pedophiles."
"Right."
"If she charged money, she could probably afford to buy Pilgrim
herself."
Melanie
laughed. "Now, now. She had to be convinced to let us accept gifts to
cover the expenses of running the operation." They both knew Mark was
exaggerating about the numbers, too.
Katy was worried about her daddy's job. She thought about it a while
but decided she was game to try.
On
Thursday evening, one lucky pedophile and Mark got to deliver their
sperm into Katy's vagina and let it stay there. It felt nice to get it.
Then they did a test.
"Mark, kiss my feet."
Mark kissed her feet.
"But I didn't feel any resistance like I used to. Maybe I'm out of
practice."
Mark looked sheepish. "I love kissing your feet. I just did that on my
own. You'll have to pick something harder than that."
Katy thought. "Mark, spit in my face!"
Mark looked horrified. He shook his head.
"Do it!" said Katy.
"Nope," he said. "But you picked a good one."
"I could feel the resistance, I think. But it was like I couldn't budge
it at all."
On
Friday evening six eager pedophiles materialized who were delighted to
insert semen up inside her. That felt even better. Mark spit in her
face, but he said he didn't find the force overwhelming.
She got
her mother to take off blouse and skirt in the kitchen. She wouldn't
part with her underwear on command, but she noted she had had to use
considerable willpower. Hopefully keeping the company in town wouldn't
be that repugnant to Mr. Dodge.
So on Saturday, Katy's schedule got loaded with 20-minute guys, and she
took 13 shots of sperm.
It
was a little different, she thought, though it seemed ages since she'd
had that kind of sperm in her. She felt happy and confident much more
than powerful. She figured maybe she felt as powerful as she did in the
old days after just one or two of Mark's spermy messes up inside her.
She
did her own secret test. She dropped by her friend Kayla's house and
gently suggested she tell her that secret about Bethany that Laura had
told Kayla the year before. And Kayla did. It was just a test, of
course.
In the toughest test, she got Mark to stick his finger
up his butt hole and then smear it on Katy's cheek. She enjoyed his
embarrassment. It was simple to just wash it off.
Katy
happened to run into Mr. Dodge at the Country Club the next morning,
and he readily agreed to take a short walk with her. He agreed to
invite the delightful girl home for lunch. He ended up reading her a
children's story she found on one of his bookshelves, the charming girl
snuggled against his side on the sofa. And when in the midst of all
that, when she asked about company's relocation, she said quite clearly
that she really wished he would keep the company where it was. He was
noncommittal at the time -- a little girl wouldn't be asking for a
commitment, of course.
Insiders were astonished when on Monday
morning he ordered all investigations in support of the relocation
option be stopped. He had decided to stay, and he never wavered again.
"Katy,
there's one more thing," said her mother Sunday evening. "Um, you know
the McConnells in back, with Bill and John and Mike?"
Katy nodded. She still remembered the feel of the second, third, and
fourth penises that had penetrated her small body.
"Well,
their mother Liza said they're going to repaint the house and are
excited about lime green." Her mother's expression made it clear what
she thought of that. "I think it looks just fine in gray, though it
could use a fresh coat of paint."
Katy grinned.
Her mother looked sheepish. "Well, it's just a little thing, right?
Maybe I can go introduce you," she said.
Katy
thought a moment, then just marched out the door by herself, stepped
over the fence, and rang the bell. Mrs. McConnell opened the door.
Katy
pouted. "My mommy says you're thinking of painting the house green. I
think that's a bad idea. You should paint it gray again!" She folded
her arms across her chest.
"Oh, well, um, thanks for telling us
your opinion." She looked confused. "Lime green was just a wild idea we
had. We were going to paint it gray."