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TRAILER TRASH TEEN
by Punky Girl (punky_girl04@yahoo.com)
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*************
Chapter Seven: Night at EZ's
(M/f, F/f, M+/f, MF/f, exhibitionism, oral, teen, 
prostitution)
*************

Thirty minutes into Friday, Tina was sitting in 
Razor's parked SUV just outside his strip club, EZ's.

An enormous wave of anxiousness washed over her as she 
stared at the blinking lights that encircled the 
building; she studied the entrance, the Budweiser beer 
banners, and the large, well-lit marquee that promised 
the "most beautiful women in town". Looking down at 
herself, the teenage girl could only sarcastically 
think, Women?

Razor was on his cell phone. From what the girl could 
gather he was speaking to one of his partners, but she 
wasn't exactly sure what the conversation was about. 
He'd been pretty quiet to her for the last ten minutes 
or so, ever since she'd finished giving him a blowjob.

She sighed and looked away. She couldn't believe her 
behavior, and was afraid of what she was becoming. She 
looked out toward the club again and, for the 
hundredth time since getting into Razor's SUV, wished 
she had cancelled when she'd had the chance. After 
leaving Joey's, she had almost done just that.
++++++++++

After returning from the 12-year-old's, she had taken 
her third shower that day. It'd been a numb shower. 
Her body and her mind had been numb and her parting 
words to Joey, that she was "no good", had swum around 
in her brain, unwilling to let go. She'd stood under 
the hot stream of water for what seemed like forever, 
her young mind unable to focus on anything clearly. 
And after finishing she had gone out to her bedroom, 
dripping wet and completely naked, and had picked up 
the phone. 

But she hadn't dialed the number. After listening to 
the dial tone for some time, she had slowly put down 
the receiver, dried off and gotten dressed. 

She had decided to wear the nicest dress she owned, 
one that she had purchased the year before for the 
homecoming dance. She felt odd wearing it now. That 
night had been her first date with Leon. Things had 
been so much different! Everything in her life had 
been so much different.

But the dress hadn't changed much, though Tina thought 
it felt smaller than she remembered. Perhaps she'd 
grown a bit. It was a red, slinky long-sleeved v-cut 
dress which stretched around her petite young body to 
about five inches below her panties. It was a simply 
styled, nylon fabric dress which highlighted her 
slender neck and tight small body. The sleeves were 
tight to about her elbows, then loosened up and flowed 
around her wrists. Its length revealed the difference 
in her size since its purchase: she didn't remember 
having to push it down so much the year before! So 
either the dress had shrunk, or she'd grown an inch or 
two. It was hard to say.

After dressing she'd quickly done up her hair. The 
dress didn't look right with her hair down, she'd 
decided, so she decided to wear it up. She used her 
brush to pull her blonde hair back and up, and then 
had used a barrette to bunch it together near the top 
of her head. This caused some loose strands to come 
cascading down which she had quickly brushed around 
her ears and down her neck, which Tina decided looked 
pretty sexy: it was, after all, all the rage in 
Hollywood! And for a final effect, she had pulled two 
long strands of hair out near her temples so that they 
hung down her face to either side. 

After she finished, Tina had stared at her sad 
expression in the mirror and realized that she was 
looking pretty good. She actually looked great.

She hadn't had time to enjoy her new appearance long, 
though. After applying a little make-up to cover up 
what remained of her black eye, she had gone out to 
the living room to wait because it was nearly time.

It was then that the 16-year-old had almost broken 
down. What she'd told Joey an hour or so before had 
come back to her with a vengeance: she was no good. 
And perhaps tonight would seal that. She was, after 
all, going to officially become a prostitute. 

And then she saw Razor's large SUV pull up outside her 
trailer and she'd known she was out of time. So she'd 
simply grabbed her purse, turned off the lights, and 
headed out to the truck.

Razor had whistled when she got into the truck. She 
was feeling angry and had to force herself to thank 
him after he complimented her for her appearance. And 
a few moments after that, she had snapped at him when 
he'd asked her if she was "excited" that she would be 
making money soon.

"Oh, yeah," she'd said sarcastically. "I can't wait to 
'ho myself out, it's been my lifelong dream."

Right after she'd said it she'd known it was a 
mistake. Suddenly the truck lurched off to the side of 
the road, and stopped. They had been coming up on the 
exit to the freeway and were now parked on the 
shoulder of a rather busy road.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he'd snapped after 
the truck had stopped.

His tone was scary to the young girl, and it jolted 
her out of her bitchy mood immediately. "N-nothing," 
she'd said.

He was staring at her, and he didn't look happy. "You 
going to get a fuckin' attitude with me, now? That 
it?"

She had shook her head and struggled to find words to 
apologize as cars whizzed by on the road.

"Maybe you aren't ready," he said next. "Maybe you 
need me to bring you the fuck home, to your shitty 
little trailer, huh?"

"No, no," she'd stammered. His sudden anger had been 
unexpected, as was the threat of taking her home. He 
seemed like he meant it.

"No, fuck you," he'd spat. "I'm taking you home. You 
acting like a spoiled little brat isn't what I need. 
You're wasting my time."

Then he'd thrown the truck into reverse, spun out 
insanely fast, back onto the busy road, and sped away 
the way they had come.

"NO!" Tina had cried, tears welling up in her eyes. 
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Fuck you," he'd said. "I shoulda known you were too 
young for this."

"I'm not too young!" she'd sobbed. "I'm so sorry, I'll 
be better, I need this, please!"

Silence followed for a moment as she sobbed. For the 
first time since leaving Joey's she felt like herself 
again, as if the fog she'd been in had lifted. And she 
found herself scared, and upset, and desperate: how 
would she get the money for Saturday now?

Then, to her huge relief, the truck had once again 
pulled over and stopped. Tina, sniffling, had looked 
up at him expectantly. He was still looking pissed.

"You gonna stop being a bitch?" he'd asked.

She nodded imploringly. 

Then he had sighed, shook his head a moment, and said, 
"Alright. I'll give you another chance. One last 
chance. But don't you ever disrespect me like that 
again or I'll send you packing, you hear?"

She had nodded as relief welled up through her. "I 
will, I won't, I swear," she had stammered.

More carefully this time, Razor had turned the truck 
around again. Then he'd said, "Why don't you show me 
you're mature enough for this, then? Show a little 
respect?"

Wiping away the tears from her eyes, she started to 
ask, "What do you-," when she saw. He had pulled out 
his dick from his jeans, and it was semi-hard.

Just as they pulled out onto the freeway she began to 
go down on him.

It was an awkward angle to give a blowjob, and Tina 
had found her ass sticking up behind her as she 
struggled to give good head in the speeding SUV. This 
hadn't seemed too bad to the young teenager, though: 
after all, she had blown him before. Doing it with the 
truck moving was just something new. At least he 
wasn't angry anymore.

"That's good," he had encouraged her as she bobbed her 
head up and down in his lap. "Suck me off, show me 
you're sorry..."

She gave him the best blowjob she could, and had 
frankly been relieved to have something to distract 
her from her thoughts. She kept bumping her head into 
the steering wheel at first but Razor didn't mind, and 
it hadn't taken long for the girl to get a good rhythm 
going. She bobbed her head in low, until her teeth 
nearly touched his jeans zipper, then pulled back 
while stroking his shaft with her small left hand. She 
did this over and over, never quite able to deep-
throat at this angle, but causing him to sigh and 
breath low above her all the same.

Once she really got going he had continued to 
encourage her, each time sounding less angry than 
before.

"That's it, not bad, slower, faster..." he instructed.
 
She hung on his every word. She'd wanted to do the job 
right, and it was actually turning her on blowing him 
in the truck like this. Every time he said her name 
she'd felt even more excited, until finally he was 
ready.

When he turned on the dome light, Tina hadn't thought 
much of it. Perhaps he'd just wanted to get a better 
look at her. And then he'd suddenly said, "Okay, I'm 
going to cum... keep it in your mouth but don't 
swallow."

She'd followed his instructions, and soon her mouth 
was full of his warm sticky sperm. When he was done 
cumming she pushed herself up and fell back into place 
in the passenger's seat, wondering why she wasn't 
allowed to swallow and feeling a breathless tingling 
up and down her body.

Then Razor had said, "Look."

She looked. Riding side-by-side with the SUV was a 
large semi-truck. The driver, an overweight black guy, 
could clearly be seen staring down at her with a grin 
on his face.

Struggling from surprise not to swallow, she had 
turned to Razor, eyes wide.

"He's been watching for a while," Razor had explained. 
"Does that piss you off?"

Tina was blushing at this point, but she shook her 
head. In truth, it really didn't piss her off that 
much. Instead, she found herself feeling somewhat... 
excited! To be watched like that by a stranger was, 
sexy, almost.

"I think he deserves something," Razor then said. "Why 
don't you show him those small titties of yours?"

Tina blushed further. Her heart was racing by now in 
excitement and embarrassment, but she realized that 
she had to do what Razor suggested. This was obviously 
some sort of test.

So the teenager had slowly sat up in her seat, turned 
toward the large truck keeping pace with them, and 
began unzipping her dress. When she finally looked up 
at the man again his eyes were wide and he was 
obviously having trouble keeping his truck under 
control.

At that point, Tina had smiled. She wasn't sure why: 
perhaps it was because she felt in control somehow. 
This guy couldn't hurt her, he couldn't even touch 
her! As she smiled a dribble of cum had leaked out 
from between her lips, just as she pulled her arms out 
of the dress one by one. At this point Tina had 
realized she growing wet: it was the rush of 
adrenaline surging through her body, she would later 
reason.

Her bra came off quickly, and Tina hadn't hesitated to 
press her small tits against the window of the SUV as 
the man watched on. Just then, the window began going 
down and a rush of air began blowing inside the truck. 
Tina had to struggle to stay up.

"SHOW HIM WHAT'S IN YOUR MOUTH!" Razor had yelled over 
the roar of the wind.

Pushing her body up higher, Tina had then leaned out 
the window somewhat and opened her cum-filled mouth. 
She couldn't be sure the man saw anything at first, 
but when the wind began blowing the sticky cum away 
she heard him blow his truck's loud horn.

Feeling the rush continue, Tina made a show of licking 
the rest of the sperm off her fingers after wiping it 
from her face. Her eyes maintained contact with the 
trucker's as she smiled sexily. 

When the window began going up again Tina had pulled 
back in time, and blown the trucker a kiss. Once the 
window closed she leaned back in her seat and felt 
satisfied, somehow. She almost felt like laughing! 

Or, better yet, like fucking.

And then Razor had asked, "You want to fuck him?"

Tina's heart stopped at his words. "Uhm..." she began, 
breathlessly. Not once during the flashing had she 
wanted to fuck _him_. Though she'd grown horny, she'd 
thought of Razor. 

"He's gesturing for us to pull over," Razor explained.

Tina looked back at the truck. Sure enough, the 
trucker had turned on his interior lights, too, and 
was repeatedly pointing to the shoulder of the 
highway.

Not knowing what else to say, Tina had taken a deep 
breath and said, "If you want me to."

Just as she finished saying that Tina had been thrown 
forward as Razor slammed on the brakes. 

Okay, she had thought, no biggie, I'm going to fuck a 
stranger, I'm going to do that later anyway...

And just then Razor had sped up again, pulling across 
two lanes and onto an exit ramp.

"Good answer," he had then said, smiling. "Very good. 
But I don't want you to fuck him. You did good, did 
good... that was hot."

Tina had sighed in relief.

And that's when his cell phone had rung for the first 
time. Tina had lit up a cigarette as Razor talked, as 
they made their way back onto the freeway. They had 
apparently missed their exit when she had been going 
down on him but it wasn't long before they were parked 
in the lot of EZ's.

Now Tina was lighting up another cigarette. The rush 
and horniness had left since then, though only minutes 
had passed. And that rush had been replaced by 
anxiousness. She continued to wonder whether or not 
she should have cancelled the whole thing when she'd 
had the chance.

But she knew, the same as she'd known after her shower 
and the phone had been her hand, that she had no 
choice. The loan sharks her dad owed would be back on 
Saturday and Tina had promised them money. God knew 
what they might do if she didn't have it, not only to 
her, but to her father, too.

Fucking asshole, she thought, tears nearly forming in 
her eyes. This was all his fault! The entire week, 
everything, was his fault! From the moment he'd 
punched her in the eye up until know, all of it had 
been caused by him. Why did she even care if he got 
hurt?

He's never even been a real dad anyway, she thought
bitterly.

++++++++++


"Are you okay?" Razor asked.

Tina was startled at the sound of his voice. She 
looked down at the clock: it was 12:35, now. She 
nodded, not knowing what to say. She was somewhat 
surprised at the tone of genuine concern his voice 
held.

"You look really fucking good," Razor said to her, 
smiling. "I mean it."

"Thanks," she responded, her voice a whisper.

He reached over and brushed a long strand of hair from 
her face. After pulling into EZ's she'd had to redo it 
somewhat, since the wind from the flashing had messed 
it up. 

"You don't have to be nervous," Razor whispered. 
"Nothing bad is going to happen to you."

She nodded. "I'm okay," she said.

Then, to her surprise, he said, "Look, I'm sorry about 
earlier. I was just worried I'd made a mistake about 
you and I get pissed off when I think I made a mistake 
about someone. You know?"

She didn't respond. She didn't know what to say.

He smiled. "I'm glad I didn't make a mistake. The way 
you acted back on the freeway... that proved it. You're 
going to do well here, make some good money. Don't 
worry."

She nodded again. Suddenly she felt stupid, like a 
little kid: she'd asked for this! She wanted to be 
here, had chosen to be. She felt embarrassed that 
Razor saw how nervous she was. Thinking quickly Tina 
said, "It's not this, I was just, thinking about... 
school."

He leaned back. "What about it?" he asked, obviously 
not believing her.

Hands trembling, Tina finished her cigarette and 
flipped it out the window. Then she said, "I, uh, 
really have to go to class tomorrow. But, I missed the 
last three days... without permission... so my dad needs 
to bring me."

Razor nodded. "But you said he's out of town?"

"Yeah," she said. "So I'm just, pretty much fucked I 
guess. Until Monday at least."

"I understand," Razor said kindly. After a brief pause 
he continued, "Tell you what. I'll bring you in myself 
in the morning."

She looked at him in surprise. "Really?" 

"Sure," he responded, shrugging. 

"But what if... I mean, what if they don't think you're, 
uh, him?"

"They'll believe me. Trust me, I'll make sure of 
that," Razor grinned, his eyes turning hard. Tina 
shuddered at the sight: there was an underlying menace 
there which thrilled her and terrified her at the same 
time. It was similar to the look he'd given her 
earlier after she'd pissed him off.

She couldn't help but smile in disbelief now, though. 
"That is so... thank you, Razor! ... You don't know how 
much... I mean, I've been so worried..."

"You don't need to worry," he interrupted the girl. 
"Not about anything. Okay?"

She stared at him and felt genuine relief and 
appreciation. For the second time this week, Razor's 
generosity would save her. First when he'd given her 
the money to pay her dad on Monday, and now this.

Plus, she reminded herself, he was giving her the 
opportunity to earn money for herself, now. She owed 
him a lot.

And, she thought, he hadn't done anything bad to her! 
If anything, she'd been bad to him. She realized now 
that she really had deserved his anger earlier when 
she was acting like such a bitch, and vowed not to 
behave like that again.

"Alright," Razor finally broke the silence which had 
filled the truck. "We'd better get in. Just stick 
close to me and make sure you don't say anything, 
alright? It's going to be really loud so just follow 
my lead. 

"I'm going to bring you through the main bar, just so 
you can see it. You won't be working there. But after 
that I'll show you how to get in and where you'll be 
working. 

"And after the bar closes," he said, as if he were 
giving the best news in the world, "I've chosen you to 
entertain some special guests."

"What... does that mean?" she asked.

Razor smiled. "The bar closes at 2am. Has to, because 
of our liquor license. But occasionally we have... after 
hour get-togethers. Tonight a group of five high 
rollers from Texas, oil men, are going to be here. 
They usually stop by whenever they're in town, and 
they always want a special show. And I've chosen you 
to be one of the two girls entertaining."

Tina nodded, unsure of the significance of this.

Razor looked slightly annoyed. "You said you needed 
money, right?"

"Yeah," she responded.

"Well, there's not enough time for you to make much. 
But these guys tip big, really big. All the girls beg 
me to be there when they're in town, but I've chosen 
you."

"Thanks," Tina finally said. Realizing her tone, she 
added quickly, "Seriously, Razor, thank you... I'll do a 
good job. I promise."

He nodded after a pause. "Okay," he said. "Let's get 
going. 

"And remember," he reiterated, "Whatever you do, stay 
close to me. I don't want you getting lost."

"Okay," Tina responded, her anxiety level rising once 
more.

They got out of the truck and headed towards the club. 
Tina's legs felt rubbery and she couldn't stop pushing 
down her dress. She kept looking around the parking 
lot, filled with cars, and the blinking lights of the 
building. It all felt so surreal.

Upon entering, Tina's senses were immediately 
overwhelmed by the darkness, the flashing strobe 
lights, and loud rock music. The bouncer, a large 
Mexican looking man, merely nodded respectfully at 
Razor as the two passed by. 

As they proceeded farther into the main bar, Razor was 
stopped several times by people he knew wishing to 
talk to him. This gave Tina a chance to take in her 
surroundings, and catch her breath.

Along one wall stretched a long bar, behind which were 
three attractive women dressed in tight white shirts 
and black miniskirts. They were bustling to fill 
glasses and take orders: every barstool was taken, 
filled by men of all sizes and ages. The clientele 
included men from their early 20's to late 50's, 
wearing everything from suits to factory jumpsuits. 
But none of the men were paying attention to the 
attractive bartenders. Instead, they were turned with 
their eyes fixed in the opposite direction.

That's where the main stage was, and as Tina panned 
over toward it, her heart skipped a beat. The stage 
was T-shaped, its long walkway stretching out into the 
heart of the room then forming a wider stage which 
reached out, creating the top of the T. The stage was 
lined with soft lights, but the floor itself was white 
and lit from underneath making it glow. Mirrors on the 
ceiling and flashing strobe lights made the whole 
scene appear unlike anything Tina had ever seen.

It was about four feet off the main floor and along 
all sides were chairs filled with slack-jawed men 
drinking beer, holding out money, or flirting with 
scantily clad women. And on the stage were the 
dancers.

Tina immediately saw that they were beautiful. 
Presently the two young women, probably in their early 
to mid 20's, were writhing around poles set up along 
the walkway. They were both wearing high-heeled 
stilettos, skimpy thongs, and tight, tiny tops which 
barely covered their large chests. Both women spun 
around the poles expertly, dropped to their knees on 
the floor, then continuing their erotic dances up and 
down the stage. 

Tina watched with amazement. The women were not only 
experts at this, they seemed to be enjoying 
themselves. Perhaps it was an act, but if so, they 
were damned good actresses! They were continuously 
smiling, licking their lips, squatting toward the men, 
and basically behaving as if they were getting off on 
it. 

Tina heard an announcer over the loud rock and roll 
music announce the next song, ending his rapid speech 
by saying, "...and that's song number two gentlemen, you 
know what that means!"

A loud burst of applause mixed in with whoops of 
approval erupted from the men. Tina felt pushed from 
behind as a couple men surged toward the stage, drinks 
in hand. She regained her stance and then looked 
around, confused. Razor was still talking with a 
large, beefy man who seemed pissed off. When Tina 
looked back at the stage, she suddenly understood the 
crowd's excitement, though.

The women were taking off their tops. One of the two, 
with larger breasts and bleach-blonde hair, pulled 
hers off nonchalantly then immediately continued her 
dance. The other, however, made a real show of it. 

She was definitely the more attractive of the two, 
Tina thought. She was a tall, slender Asian woman 
probably 20 or 21 years old. She had a bigger chest 
than Tina without a doubt, but it was smaller than the 
blonde she danced with. Her hair was short and jet-
black, and she was wearing dark eyeliner on her pale, 
Asian face.

And she knew how to please the audience, that was for 
sure! She unclasped the front of her tiny covering 
then paused. Tina noticed that many of the men 
continued staring at her, though the other dancer was 
now topless. This black-haired woman then began to 
writhe with the song, swinging her body ever so 
subtly, as she ran her hands up her sides. Then, 
gripping a pole with her left hand, she swung onto it 
fast enough to force her top open. When her breasts 
were suddenly revealed, a whoop of appreciation came 
from the crowd. Tina found herself smiling, too.

This stripper wasn't just a dancer: she was a 
performer! She had the crowd in the palm of her hand.

Tina found herself gripping Razor's arm tightly as the 
show continued. She was amazed at the way the women 
received their "tips". She saw the blonde crawl over 
to a group of men near the stage on all fours, then 
take their money by pressing her breasts together 
around it. The black-haired woman, meanwhile, slid 
down from a pole onto her butt, scooted forward, and 
then dangled her legs over the shoulders of one of the 
men near the stage. She then lay back and winked at 
the other men while he pulled the waistband of her 
thong away from her slender body, shoved in a couple 
of bills, then step away. The dancer then leaned 
forward, kissed his forehead, and swung her legs 
around and stood in one expert, catlike motion.
 
"TINA!" Razor yelled in her ear.

She jumped, then blushed in embarrassment. She looked 
at him.

"THAT'S LUCY!" he said, pointing to the Asian cat on 
stage. "SHE'S GOING TO BE YOUR PARTNER TONIGHT WITH 
THE OIL MEN!"

Tina gulped and nodded. How could she compete with 
her, she wondered?

Razor then gestured for her to follow, and she let 
herself be led away, all the while holding his arm and 
taking in the scene of the barroom. She noticed that 
many of the strippers not currently on stage were 
sitting with the bar's patrons: on their laps and 
otherwise. She also noticed one woman with red hair 
lead a man by the hand toward the back of the room. 
There was a door there.

Ahh, Tina thought.

She continued to follow Razor around tables and past a 
couple booths. She noticed that many people, 
waitresses, strippers, and customers, were stepping 
out of his way as he approached. They must know him, 
she realized. All the same, Tina caught several of the 
men she passed stare at her, some with curiosity and 
others with longing.

Tina couldn't help but feel flattered: for men to want 
to look at her while those two beautiful women were 
dancing naked on stage was a huge compliment!

Eventually they reached a door opposite the way they 
had come in. Another Mexican-looking man sat on a 
stool outside it, and even in the dark atmosphere he 
was wearing sunglasses. She heard Razor yell at him, 
"WHAT'S UP, ENRIQUE?" 

The large man shrugged his hefty shoulders, then 
gripped the doorknob and opened the door for Razor. 
Tina followed him inside.

Once the door shut behind them, and the music was 
deafened, Tina caught her breath. She'd been holding 
it, she realized. Razor smiled at her.

"And that's EZ's," he said. "The main floor, anyway, 
but definitely not the most profitable part.

"Back there," he pointed down the long hall, "is the 
way you'll come whenever you arrive. There's a door 
behind back of the building that'll get you in: just 
buzz and someone will open it for you.

"No one is allowed back here except for the staff. 
Okay?"

She nodded. It was hard paying attention, she 
realized, because the sights and sounds of the main 
bar area were still overwhelming. 

He led her down the hallway, pointing out his office, 
the employee bathroom, and finally the dressing room. 
They went in and Tina was surprised at its size: there 
were a dozen make-up tables, two sofas and a recliner, 
and several clothes racks. Sitting on the couch were 
two women in their early 20's, and at one of the make-
up tables was a third, perhaps in her mid-thirties. 
Tina thought she recognized her.

She looked again. She did recognize her. And then 
realization dawned, and Tina nearly gasped in shock 
and surprise:

She didn't only recognize the woman, she knew her. It 
was Ms. Masons, her next-door neighbor. 

Joey's mom.

"So this is where you'll get ready," said Razor. Tina 
barely heard him. Her heart was racing in shock and 
utter embarrassment as she started at her neighbor.

"Any table is fine to pretty yourself up, except the 
first two," Razor explained.

"Okay," Tina replied as softly as possible. If she 
could have, she would have disappeared. But it would 
have been too late because just then, Carol Masons got 
done applying some lipstick and had turned to see 
Razor and the new girl.

Tina noticed the woman's look of surprise. She looked 
away from the older woman's gaze and wished to God she 
was anywhere else. She waited for Ms. Masons to call 
her name.

She didn't, though. Instead she just stared. Tina 
could feel the woman's eyes on her.

"Oh," Razor said, as if noticing the three women for 
the first time. "These are three of our dancers. Those 
two are Ashley and Sabrina," he stated, pointing to 
the two girls on the couch, "and that's Sonya."

Carol looked back into the mirror as Razor said her 
name. Sonya, Tina thought. A stage name.

Tina looked toward Ashley and Sabrina, just to look at 
somebody else. Both were skinny, very cute, and so 
similar in appearance that they could be related, Tina 
thought. One was slightly taller, about 5'10", but 
both had light brown hair, large C-cup breasts, and 
milky white skin. They also wore matching outfits: 
tight, neon green shirts with numbers on them ("04" on 
the taller one's; "12" on the shorter one's). The 
shirts came down to just below their belly buttons 
where a couple of inches of skin began before turning 
into tight black-nylon shorts. They were very pretty, 
if a bit weird looking: the taller one's hair was in 
pig-tails, and she had glitter on her face. The 
shorter one, Ashley, also had the glitter but her hair 
was short: it looked like she'd chopped it off without 
much regard to its final appearance, yet the way it 
spiked up all over her head actually looked really 
good.

"Girls," Razor said, addressing the women for the 
first time, "this is Tina. She's new."

There were genuinely nice "Hello's" coming from the 
two on the couch, but to Tina's relief "Sonya" didn't 
say a word.

"Okay," Razor said, after a brief moment of awkward 
silence. "Shouldn't you girls be out on the floor?"

The taller of the two girls on the couch, Ashley, 
said, "We're just taking a little break..."

"She's drunk," Sabrina sighed, grinning as if it was 
funny.

"Oh, I am not!" Ashley said, playfully slapping the 
other woman on her arm.

"I don't give a fuck," Razor said interrupted. "Get 
back out there or get the fuck out."

"Fine," Sabrina said, standing up. Tina noticed her 
wobble for a second, giggle, then saunter toward the 
door. For the first time Tina noticed the girls' tall 
tube-socks and tennis shoes, and it dawned on her: 
these two were dressed up like soccer players! Tina 
briefly wondered if a lot of the girls dressed in 
themed-outfits.

"You two would make more money if you weren't so 
fucking lazy," Razor said coldly as they approached.

"Yeah, we know," Sabrina replied, smiling devilishly.

"We're not lazy," Ashley pouted.

Tina noticed that Ms. Masons hadn't moved from her 
place at her make-up table, and that Razor apparently 
didn't mind.

"Okay," he said to Tina. "Stay here a second. I'll be 
right back."

"Where you going?" she asked anxiously.

He turned back to her and grinned. "Relax! I'm just 
going to check the receipts at the bar. I'll be back 
in a second."

Tina watched as he left the room, following Ashley and 
Sabrina back into the main bar.

Tina stood nervously after the door had closed. She 
looked around the dressing room, unsure where to 
settle her gaze. She certainly didn't want to look at 
Ms. Masons. Or say anything to her. But she suddenly 
had no choice.

"Tina," the older woman said. "What in God's good name 
are you doing here?"

Tina froze. "Hi, Ms. Masons," she whispered.

The woman stood up. She was tall, and although she was 
36-years-old, she was still very attractive. Her 
breasts were large double-D's, yet still relatively 
firm. Her body was voluptuous: she was about 5'11" 
tall with wide hips and a narrow waist. She was 
beginning to look her age, Tina thought, but was still 
plenty sexy.

Presently she was wearing nothing more than a red silk 
bra with matching panties. Around her shoulders she 
had a light, thin silk robe which went along nicely 
with her lingerie. Tina averted her gaze, not wanting 
to see Joey's mom like this.

She approached Tina, staring at her with her large, 
cat-like eyes. Her face was pretty in a domineering 
sense and her curly blonde hair was worn up making her 
seem even taller. And as always, she had large hoop 
earrings in her ears and maybe a bit too much make-up 
on. 

She felt like a little child about to be scolded by a 
teacher as Ms. Masons studied her. She'd known the 
woman for years, since she was a little girl, and knew 
her son even better. She felt completely ashamed at 
being seen by her here. Tina continued to stare at the 
ground rather than look her in the eye.

"So," Ms. Masons said once she was standing right in 
front of the girl. "You're going to work here."

Tina blushed. She stuttered, "Uh... I d-don't know... it's 
just temporary, Ms. Masons..."

"Bullshit," the woman smiled. It was not a happy 
smile. "Do they know how old you are?"

Tina nodded, eyes still downcast.

"Shit," Carol said, shaking her head. "Fucking Razor, 
always trying shit like this. What're you gonna do, be 
a hallway girl?"

Tina finally looked up. "I'm... not sure," she said, 
honestly. "Razor said something about lap dances, and 
a party later, and..." 

"A party?" Carol asked, surprised.

Tina shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Some guys from Texas, 
or something..."

Carol took a step back. She looked like she'd just 
lost her best friend.

"With Lucy?" she asked, softly.

Tina nodded. "Are... you okay, Ms. Masons?"

The woman was shaking her head. "Fucking asshole," she 
said softly. "Fucking ASSHOLE!" she yelled.

Tina stepped away. "Ms... Ms. Masons?" she asked, fear 
in her voice.

Suddenly the woman snapped a cold look at Tina. The 
teenager shuddered. "I shoulda known it was you," 
Carol suddenly spat. "When I heard Razor talking to 
Needles about some tight little white-trash girl, some 
stupid little slut he'd fucked earlier this week. It 
was you, I should have known it'd be you."

Tina gave her a dirty look but struggled not to say 
anything.

Carol went on, hands now on her wide hips. "I helped 
fucking raise you, you know. When you were little, and 
your dad was passed out or gone or whatever, remember? 
I used to help you out. This is the thanks I get?"

Tina didn't remember her experiences with Ms. Carol 
when she was a little girl very fondly: most of it 
involved her helping watch Joey, or doing the dishes, 
or cleaning her living room. But Tina didn't mention 
any of this. Instead she asked, "Ms. Masons, I don't 
understand... what are you talking about?"

"Like you don't know," Carol spat. "You come in here 
with that skinny little body and young, tight little 
cunt, and you don't realize what's going on? Are you 
that stupid?"

Tina bit her tongue.

"Honey," Carol said softly, voice dripping with 
insincere concern, "you're his new bitch, didn't you 
realize?"

Tina gulped. "It's... just temporary..."

"He gave you my fucking place tonight!" Carol roared.

Tina flinched and backed away involuntarily. She'd 
never seen Ms. Masons so mad.

"This is my bar, little girl," the woman continued. 
"Razor may own it but I run the girls. Get it? They 
need a leader and I'm it. I make the most money and 
see the most important clients. How DARE you come in 
here and try to change that!" 

"But, no," Tina said, voice wavering in anger and 
fear. "I don't even know... I don't want to change 
anything! I'm just here to earn some cash, then I'll 
be gone! And Lucy..."

"Fuck you," Carol said icily. "Don't mention that 
chink-bitch to me. Is she your friend, now, or 
something? You become her little whore, too?"

Tina's face blushed a deep crimson. She'd backed up 
nearly across the room, but now stopped at the end of 
one of the couches. Carol had kept pace and stopped, 
too.

"Ms. Masons," Tina said. She didn't understand the 
older woman's anger, couldn't fathom it, but decided 
to try and appeal to the woman's gentler, maternal 
side. There wasn't much gentle about this woman, Tina 
knew: this woman had treated her like a slave when she 
was little. She beat her own son - innocent little 
Joey - on a regular basis. But there had to be 
something there, Tina figured, that was motherly! 

This in mind, Tina took a deep breath and said, "I 
swear, I don't even know Lucy, and I don't even know 
anything about this bar or anything! I got in trouble, 
you see, BIG trouble... they're gonna hurt me, Ms. 
Masons! I need money, that's all, and Razor offered... 
this job... I took it. That's all!"

Carol seemed to consider this. Then the older woman 
grinned again: a cold, nasty grin that sent shivers 
running up Tina's spine.

"Leave now, then," Ms. Masons said calmly. "I'll give 
you whatever money you need."

Tina gulped and slowly shook her head. She didn't 
believe her. "I can't," she whispered. "I..."

"You want me to tell your dad you're a prostitute?" 
Ms. Masons continued sharply.

"Please don't!" Tina begged, her lower lip trembling.

"You don't want him to know what a piece of trailer 
trash he's raised?"

That was it. Tina snapped. She was frightened, yes, 
but she was also angry. How dare anyone - how dare 
THIS WOMAN - judge her like this! 

"At least," Tina said, voice rising in anger and 
trembling with fear, "I've had no choice so far! At 
least I'm gonna be something in a few years, not some 
middle aged single-mother in a shitty little trailer 
home fucking guys to make end's meat!"

Tina regretted it as soon as she'd said it. Suddenly 
she felt her face get slapped, extremely hard, causing 
a loud whacking sound to fill the otherwise empty 
room.

She nearly stumbled over the couch from the blow. 

Carol said in a cold, menacing voice, "How DARE you!

"You fucking little CUNT!" she yelled, pushing the 
girl backwards. Tina was already off-balance, and now 
fell over the armrest of the sofa and onto its seat. 
She struggled to get up, but it was too late. Carol 
came down upon her, gripping the girl's wrists in her 
hands and pressing her body down upon the small 
girl's, pinning her.

"You lying little TWAT! All I've done for you, you 
treat me like this!?"

Tina struggled to get free, but only managed to slide 
back on the couch until her whole body was laying upon 
it, only her ankles resting on the armrest, now.

"I fucking TRUSTED you to watch my boy!" Carol cried 
as she shook the young teenager. "I bet you wanted to 
FUCK him, didn't you!? I bet you couldn't WAIT until 
he was older, you fucking lyin' little SLUT!"

Tina blushed and cried as the woman hurled insults at 
her. Try as she might, though, she was unable to push 
the woman away.

Ms. Masons managed to shift both of Tina's wrists into 
her own left hand, and her grip still remained 
impossible to break. Now she used her free right hand 
to violently grasp the teenager's left breast though 
her dress.

Tina howled in pain at the sudden violation. "You like 
that?" Ms. Masons asked. Her voice had grown 
dangerously soft, nearly playful, a stark contrast to 
the teenager's screams. "I bet you do, I bet you like 
all kinds of nasty sex, don't you, hon? Is that why 
Razor wanted you here? Did Lucy do this to you, too?"

"RAZOR!" Tina was now screaming, tears streaming down 
her pretty face.

"Shh, shh," Carol cooed. "He's not coming. Don't you 
know why he left you with me? To 'check the receipts'? 
Hah!"

"Stop it, STOP!" Tina cried as the woman continued to 
twist at her small left breast, right at its nipple. 
In the back of her mind, Tina was trying to figure out 
what the woman meant: was she saying Razor left her 
here like this on purpose?

"I initiate all the new girls," Ms. Masons continued. 
"I give the final interviews, you little CUNT... and 
you've failed. Razor lets me, see? He knows he has 
to..."

Tina stopped screaming and was now merely blubbering 
hysterically in pain and humiliation.

"Shh, dear! What? Did you think you were something 
special?"

Tina struggled anew as she felt the woman's hand slip 
off her breast then slide down her side. It quickly 
reached the hem of her dress and began to make its way 
back up.

"Thought your little pussy was so tight that he'd 
'protect' you? Huh?

"Let me tell you something," the woman breathed into 
her ear. "You're not special. You're nothing. Just 
another piece of meat, another girl for the hallway. 
Another desperate, stupid bitch! The only thing you 
have going for you is your age, but believe me, that 
doesn't last.

"You're nothing," Carol concluded. Nothing to me, and 
nothing to Razor."

Tina couldn't believe the woman's words. She felt 
embarrassed, humiliated, used. She HAD believed Razor, 
after all. But Carol was right about at least one 
thing: Razor hadn't come. Tina began to realize that 
he wouldn't be coming, either.

He'd left her here for this. He'd lied to her. Just 
like all the men in her life had lied to her, she 
realized.

She gasped loudly as the woman's hand made its way up 
her outer left thigh, then right up to the waistband 
of her panties.

"It's been a while since a girl failed an interview," 
Carol said softly as her hand gently played with the 
waistband of Tina's panties. "Your friend Lucy did, 
too. But she ended up liking this..."

Tina gasped as the woman suddenly pulled on her 
panties, causing them to dig painfully into her 
crotch. 

Carol laughed. "Remember the last time I touched your 
panties?" Carol mused, voice full of nasty delight. 
"Remember when you were eleven? I taught you all about 
your new body. Remember?"

Tina remembered. It had been her, after all, who'd 
explained puberty to the girl. But though she'd 
touched her a bit to show her how to use feminine 
products, she'd never touched her like this.

This was intimate. Violent. Dirty. And sexy.

Oh, God! Tina thought desperately.

"Relax, stop struggling," Ms. Masons whispered. "You 
can still work here, you just need to learn your 
place... and I want to see how tight this pussy really 
is... what all the fuss is about..."

Despite herself, Tina had begun to relax. Not from 
acceptance, but from defeat. What could she do? 

She felt the woman's hand slide under the waistband of 
her panties, then slowly make its way between her 
legs.

Tina lurched forward in one final, desperate attempt 
to escape when the woman's hand made contact with the 
light fuzz just above her pussy.

She was immediately rebuked: Carol slapped the girl 
hard in the face again. Tina cried at the sharp and 
sudden pain, then gave up. Though her arms were free 
now, what could she do?

Please, oh God, I don't want this, Tina thought 
desperately as her young body went limp.


"Relax, Tina, relax," Ms. Masons purred. "I'm sure 
you've done this before... had a woman's hand down here, 
right? Lucy's maybe? One of your friend's?"

Tina cringed as Carol's hand roughly gripped her 
pussy. "No, please, no..."

Carol laughed like she was drunk. "No? You've never 
messed around with any of your little girlfriends? 
What's that rich-girls' name... Michelle? The one with 
the big tits? You never had your tongue in her hot 
little snatch?"

Tina blushed. She hadn't. She'd never been with 
another woman, nor had she ever wanted to. She began 
to struggle again, but it was only for show: she knew 
she was too small, too weak, to stop Carol, now.

"It doesn't matter," Carol hissed. "You will, soon. 
Does that turn you on?" Tina felt Carol's hand squeeze 
harder upon her lightly fuzzed pussy mound. "Does that 
get you all wet?"

Tina was sobbing again. This was all too much. 

And then she felt the woman, her next-door neighbor 
who had taught her how to use a tampon years earlier, 
press her boney right index finger between the folds 
of her pussy.

Tina's back arched automatically. She felt the finger 
press into her roughly, dryly, unrelentingly. She 
shuddered, then she collapsed, issuing a long exhale 
of air as she did.

"...is tight," she could barely hear Carol say. "Nice 
and tight. Tight, trailer-trash teenage pussy. Razor 
was right!"

Tina stared dazedly up at the woman's neck. She felt 
so small and vulnerable and helpless beneath her. The 
invading finger - Carol's finger - continued to press 
into her dry hole.

Realizing that she couldn't escape, Tina instead 
attempted to distance her consciousness away from what 
was happening. She tried desperately to think about 
work - Holiday's - and school. Joey. Her friends. Don 
and Larry. Anything else!

As Carol continued to expertly slide her finger in and 
out of Tina's vagina, the teenager found herself 
thinking about all those porno's she'd seen with women 
having sex with each other. Had those actresses really 
wanted it, or had they ever been forced to, like this? 

Tina dazedly pondered whether or not the fact she was 
beginning to enjoy Carol's finger made her a lesbian.

"Oooo," Carol suddenly whispered. "You're getting all 
wet! Very good, little girl, very good..."

Tina sighed. She was good, she thought to herself. 

Tina felt the woman's finger pull out as the woman 
pulled herself off of her small body. She wasn't 
surprised when Carol then pulled Tina's panties down 
her legs. She didn't resist it, either, only laid 
there, sort of staring up at the ceiling, neither 
happy or sad, the only emotion in her young mind that 
of arousal and numbness. When her panties were off, 
the girl found herself spreading her legs slightly, 
expectantly.

Carol didn't get back on top of her. Instead the woman 
kneeled on the floor and whispered into Tina's ear, 
"I'm going to teach you who's really in charge here. 
Remember what I said? Not Razor... me!"

Tina didn't respond. She could feel the woman's lips 
on her left ear. It made her shudder.

"Mmm," Carol continued as her left hand slid back down 
between Tina's spread legs, "I never thought I'd see 
you like this... I remember when you were only ten, 
remember you used to do my dishes and I'd pay you a 
dollar?"

Tina was ignoring her. All she wanted to feel right 
now was the finger that was sliding playfully up and 
down her slick slit, and the soft lips lightly 
brushing her ear.

Suddenly she felt the woman's tongue come out and lick 
her earlobe. Tina moaned softly at the sensation: it 
was too much!

"Oh God, Ms. Masons," she said breathlessly, dreamily.

At that exact moment two things happened. Carol's 
finger slid back into her tight pussy, nearly causing 
the young girl to cum. Also, Razor entered the room.

Tina heard him yell something. She was so close to 
cumming that her mind didn't want to focus on anything 
else. But then Carol's finger was suddenly out of her, 
and her mouth was no longer sucking on her earlobe.

Tina heard yelling. Dazedly, she looked up. Carol had 
scrambled to her feet and was backing away, but Razor 
was screaming at her and marching right at her.

"...FUCKING TOLD YOU!" he screamed. "DIDN'T I FUCKING 
WARN YOU!?"

Tina leaned up, a look of confusion and longing on her 
sweet face. She saw that Carol had a totally different 
expression, now: fear.

Then she saw Razor slap the woman incredibly hard, so 
hard that Carol dropped to her knees and sobbed 
hysterically.

"Get the fuck out," Razor said. His eyes were wide and 
insanely angry. His whole body was tensed up like he 
was about to kill somebody.

"I-I-I," Carol was blubbering.

"GET THE FUCK OUT! NOW!" he screamed.

Tina was now sitting up, wondering if she should do 
something. Maybe she should leave! Maybe Razor was 
angry at both of them. She didn't know what was going 
on.

Carol then stood up, and ran to her make-up table. She 
grabbed her purse, a shirt and shorts, then stumbled 
towards the door.

When the door closed, Razor turned to Tina. She 
recoiled instinctively, afraid he was going to hit her 
or something.

"Are you okay?" he asked, shortly.

She nodded stupidly.

"Hang on," he said.

He left the room suddenly. While he was gone Tina 
pulled her panties back on, stood up and adjusted her 
dress, and lit a cigarette.

She was shaking all over. From fear, and also from 
frustration. 

She looked at the door. Maybe she should leave.

Just then it opened. When Razor came back in he seemed 
a bit calmer. He came straight to Tina, sat down on 
the sofa, and pulled her to him.

"I'm so sorry," he said.

Just then Tina burst into tears and cried.

*****

"She's nuts," Razor was explaining about fifteen 
minutes later.

Tina had cried most of that time. As always, after the 
rush and horniness were gone a flood of regret had 
filled her mind. The way she'd acted was inexcusable: 
to be turned on, by a woman, and Ms. Masons no less! 
To simply give up and then, like some total slut, try 
to cum like it was all that mattered. She felt dirty 
and confused and just plain awful.

But she calmed down after she stopped crying. Razor 
had carried her to his office, where she was now 
sitting on a nice leather chair slowly sipping a beer 
in her trembling hand. 

She was thankful to be okay, now, thankful that Carol 
had been lying: Razor hadn't tricked her after all. 
Razor had saved her, not only from Carol, but from 
herself.

She had gotten so close to climaxing from a woman. 
What would she have done if she had? How could she 
ever forgive herself? 

"Ever since I bought most of the bar two years ago," 
Razor continued, "she's been a problem. Constantly 
challenging my authority, thinking she's more 
important than she is."

"She said that she... did that... with all the girls," 
Tina said softly.

Razor shook his head in frustration. "No, she doesn't. 
But she used to, apparently, back when Duke owned the 
place. He supposedly had a deal with her, that she had 
final say in who got hired or not. But I put an end to 
that, though she's tried what she did to you with... 
several others."

"Lucy?" Tina asked.

Razor nodded. "That was the last one. How'd you know?"

"She really hated her," Tina said softly.

"Yeah, I guess she would," he sighed. "See, after Lucy 
started she immediately became the most popular girl 
we have on stage. You saw her: hot little body, and 
she knows how to use it. Sonya got really jealous and 
ended up, well, 'initiating' her.

"I didn't find out until two weeks after it happened, 
and believe me I was pissed. But Lucy had moved on, 
and Sonya swore she'd never do it again." He shrugged.

Tina nodded. The beer was helping calm her down, and 
she was thinking a lot more clearly. She asked, "Are 
you going to fire her?"

Razor shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "Maybe. 
But she does bring in a lot of clients... do you think I 
should?"

Tina was surprised he asked. She thought for a moment 
then said, "I don't... think so..."

"Why not?" he asked.

She took a deep breath. It was time to tell him. "I 
know her," she said softly.

She explained to him that they were neighbors, and had 
known each other for a long time. Razor seemed 
surprised at first then just nodded.

"I knew she lived in a trailer but I've never been 
there," he said.

"What if she tells my dad?" she asked, worriedly.

"She won't," he said firmly. "I'll make sure of that. 
I won't fire her, at least for now, so that I can keep 
an eye on her. Okay?"

Tina nodded. She believed him.

"She's just getting old," Razor finished. "She's old, 
and pathetic. Already she doesn't get as many clients 
as she used to... five years from now she'll be out of a 
job. And she knows it."

That made Tina realize something. "But... didn't you 
say that your girls made a lot of money?"

He nodded.

"Then, uhm... why does she just live in a trailer?"

He looked at her. Without so much as a pause he said, 
"Come with me, I'll show you."

They walked back to the dressing room. It was empty. 
Razor went straight to Carol's make-up table, opened a 
drawer, then after rummaging around pulled out a 
little baggie.

"See this?" he said, holding it up.

The bag was small and empty. Empty except for traces 
of white powder.

"She's a druggie?" Tina asked in surprise.

Razor nodded. "Big time. Heroin addict. She shoots up 
on her feet so no one will see the track marks, but 
everyone knows.

"Two-thirds of what she makes here either goes up her 
nose or into a vein."

Tina was initially surprised, but then realized it 
made sense. Carol had always been eccentric, 
unpredictable, and had violent mood swings. She would 
leave at weird times of the day, and sometimes when 
she got back she looked like hell. 

"Okay," Razor said. "It's almost 2am, now. We're going 
to close. And you didn't even get to work." He seemed 
a little annoyed.

Tina shrugged. "The party...?"

"Still on, if you're up for it," Razor said.

Tina thought for a moment. Then she said simply, "I 
need money." It was true.

And of course, what else could she do? What else could 
she say?

"Alright," Razor said after a moment. "But you're 
going to be up late. Are you still gonna go to 
school?"

She sighed. "I have to," she said. She really didn't 
want to, but as always, she hadn't much of a choice.

"Well," he nodded, "We still have a little bit. Let me 
explain what you'll be doing on a normal night."

Tina felt her stomach knot-up. She looked around the 
empty dressing room. "Okay..."

Razor said, "Follow me."

He led her down the hall to another room, the "Monitor 
Room", to explain it all. After entering, he dismissed 
another large bouncer who was sitting in there and 
settled into a chair. Tina sat down, too, in front of 
a stack of small, black-and-white monitors. There were 
thirty of them in total, all displaying different 
areas of the bar. Razor then pointed out all the areas 
of the strip-club that she would be working in, and 
what she would have to do.

It was so simple: she would wait in the V.I.P. room, 
just off the main floor, for someone to ask for a lap-
dance. If they wore a colored wristband she would give 
them their "dance" in one of the little stalls of the 
V.I.P. room, and try to get as many dances as 
possible. 

"You can make a lot of money just doing that," he 
explained. "Some girls, they just work the V.I.P. 
room, and make pretty good cash. But you'll make 
more."

That sounded ominous, Tina thought, but realized what 
he was getting meant. He explained that if the 
"customer" was wearing a black wristband instead of a 
colored one, she had to offer to bring him to a 
"private" room downstairs. 

Razor pointed to the monitors as he explained this. 
"That's where the private rooms are," he said. "We 
have eight regular ones and a ninth Executive Room. 
That's only used for special occasions, like the Oil 
Men tonight, for example."

Tina nodded as she stared at the rooms. They were 
small, simple, even dirty looking in a way. It was 
hard to tell on the small, black and white monitors. 
Presently, all eight of the regular rooms were empty.

Razor went on to explain how it would work. It seemed 
simple enough. Basically, a stairway in the V.I.P. 
room led down to a hallway in the basement with the 
eight regular rooms. The bouncer there would give her 
a key and she'd bring her client to one of the rooms, 
and try to get as much money for whatever it was he 
wanted to do.

"You charge whatever," Razor said as if that was a 
great thing. "Get as much as you can for whatever it 
is he wants... trust me, you'll make a lot."

Whatever "it" he wants, Tina thought, stomach 
tightening. She realized immediately that "it" would 
be some sort of sex. 

"We listen in on the negotiations, just to keep you 
honest," he went on. He flicked a switch and speaker 
came to life. "We're listening to room seven." He 
flicked the switch off.

"You keep 60% of whatever you make down there," he 
continued. "You pay out before going back upstairs. 
Usually you'll want to shower before going back to the 
V.I.P. room, but it's up to you."

To her relief, Razor emphasized that she didn't have 
to do anything she didn't want. And that included sex. 

"If you get to a room and the guy wants something you 
just don't dig," he said, "for example, he wants to 
spank you or whatever, just tell him it's no deal. 
Most guys just want a blowjob or straight sex, 
sometimes anal. You're into all that so you should be 
fine."

She blushed, because he was right! Anal, straight-sex, 
oral... hell, she'd done all that and more in the past 
few days alone!

After he was done explaining all the little rules 
(like no drinking; no showing up late; etc.) he 
emphasized again that she'd always be safe. "We have 
monitors everywhere, as you can see. Plus, we employ 
over a dozen bouncers a night, and everyone's wired. 
We can get word to anyone virtually anywhere in 
seconds."

She nodded, then yawned. It was getting late. She 
promised herself she would think over all this again 
later, but right now, she just wanted to get the night 
over with.

"So, when's the party?" she asked.

Razor glanced at his watch. "Soon," he said. "After 
the bar closes. "I need to be sure you understand all 
this. Next time you won't have me holding your hand 
all night, okay?"

She nodded, and tried to perk up. 

"All of our clients pay $20 for a wristband to enter 
the V.I.P. room," he reiterated. "But not all 
wristbands are equal. When a client has become a 
regular and has... otherwise, proven himself, we offer 
him the chance for an upgrade: from a regular 
wristband to a black one. So don't ever worry about 
cops or nothin'... only offer a bedroom to a black-
wrister and you'll be cool."

He went on, repeating pretty much everything he'd 
explained already. It was hard to pay attention, Tina 
was so tired! 

I might not even be back, she thought to herself. It 
was definitely a possibility: after she paid off those 
loan sharks, there would be no real reason to return.

"Any questions?" he asked, glaring at her.

He realized she hadn't been paying attention. Thinking 
quickly she asked, "I'll make most of my money, uhm, 
doing the... lap dances?"

"Nah," Razor said. "Not once you get good, at least."

Razor stood, called the bouncer who he had disposed 
back in, and led her back to the dressing room in 
silence.

Tina felt guilty. He seemed pissed again, but what 
could she do? So much had happened in one day, it was 
late, and all she wanted was to take a nap! 

Once back at the dressing room, Razor sat down in 
"Sonya's" chair. "Party will be soon, now. No other 
questions?"


"Nope," she said.

That word, "Nope", sounded so weak, so stupid, that 
Tina blushed immediately after its utterance. Razor 
saw. As she blushed he asked, "You do... *know*... 
what a lap dance is, right?"

The truth was, she didn't. She'd figured out by 
context that it wasn't a simple dance, and that it 
wasn't sex either. That had been good enough for her.

"Okay," Razor sighed. "Come over here. I'll show you."

Slowly, Tina stood up from her own chair. She stood 
before Razor feeling sort of stupid, and totally 
vulnerable. And she was aware that his eyes were 
judging her young body, and her own self, as she stood 
there meekly before him.

Her heart-rate, finally calmed since the Carol 
incident, increased again: she felt that woozy feeling 
once more, that tingling below, the peripheral 
hardening of her nipples. Her small chest began 
heaving. She thought about Joey for a second, for some 
reason, before shaking it off.

"Relax," he grinned. "You'll get used to this. Get 
over here."

She followed his gestures, and soon was straddling 
him, her legs spread wide apart: it made her dress, 
way too tight and too small already for even her 
girlish body, ride right up to her waist. But she 
didn't feel embarrassed, she realized. She was getting 
comfortable with Razor.

Or comfortable with acting like a slut, she thought 
somberly. 

She shook away the thought and placed her small hands 
on his shoulders, nearly collapsing her body against 
his when she did. Her immature young mind was suddenly 
flooded with feelings of forbidden desire. She 
remembered the last time she'd been in a position like 
this: with Don and Larry. Only hours before. When 
she'd been getting doubly fucked by them.

She shuddered at the memory.

"That's it," Razor cooed. "Just like you're gonna fuck 
me. Scoot forward."

His hands then gripped her young ass roughly, and 
pulled her toward him until her crotch was lined up 
with his. Her dress had ridden up all the way by this 
point: she was, basically, wearing only panties from 
the waist down. 

"Okay," he whispered. "You gotta grind down on me, 
now... just like fucking, only with clothes on."

Tina obediently complied. Suddenly she was sliding her 
young butt forward and backward on his lap, not 
reluctantly, but willingly. She was doing it 
inexpertly but with motivation: and finally she felt 
his hard on pressing through his pants against her 
panty-covered pussy. A crack of electric pleasure ran 
up her body.

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her 
fingernails digging through his shirt and into his 
skin. When she opened her eyes, she saw he was 
grinning. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered simply. She saw no reason to lie: 
she really was enjoying it! She felt in control, on 
top, grinding her pussy back and forth on his clothed 
crotch: it was stimulating her clitty in a rough, 
abusive way, but she was doing it. She was getting off 
on him!

Lap-dances, she was quickly deciding, might not be a 
bad way to earn some money.

"Now get naked," he then said, encouragingly. "Show me 
your tits. But don't stop the rockin'..."

A minute passed, during which time Tina unzipped her 
dress down her back while managing to keep up her 
sexual rhythm. Unsnapping her bra had taken but a 
second more, and her tits were quickly freed. She 
watched with much satisfaction as Razor's eyes became 
energized at the sight of her small, teenage breasts.

"That's it," he hissed. "Now, remember though, they 
can look but not touch..." Yet he said that as his 
hands, still on her ass, began to slide up her back.

"Uh-huh," she whispered. She knew he wasn't being 
completely serious.

She enjoyed herself for a few more minutes, grinding 
back and forth on his hard-on, never realizing how 
pleasurable a "dry-hump" like this could be. She was 
practically ready to cum! 

The sexually crazed girl then nearly jumped when she 
realized that they had an audience.

She looked over to the right. It was Sabrina, one of 
the "soccer sluts" from earlier.

"What is it?" Razor growled just as Tina began to feel 
embarrassed at being seen like this.

"Sorry!" the sexy young woman exclaimed. She was 
playing with her hair, still in pigtails, as she said, 
"Ashley's really drunk now... she started fingering 
herself onstage..."

"What!?" Razor exclaimed. His hands didn't leave 
Tina's now sweaty back, though. Tina caught her breath 
and realized he wanted her to continue, despite 
Sabrina's presence. And she wanted to, too. The 
feeling of his hands sliding roughly up and down her 
glistening back, from her shoulders to her ass and 
back again, was tantalizing and quickly blocked all 
feelings of modesty she may have.

"Sorry! I'm sorry," Sabrina was saying meekly, 
worriedly.

"Where's Needles?" Razor demanded. Tina barely heard 
him. All she could hear was her own heart beating, and 
the sound of her panties sliding continuously up and 
down the length of Razor's hard-on. She found herself 
wishing it was inside her, that they were naked and 
fucking like primal animals...

"He's out there... on the floor," Sabrina said, eyes 
downcast.

Tina found herself looking at the sexy, slutty soccer-
girl who seemed so submissive in front of Razor. In 
fact, she was feeling even more energetic, the heat of 
an upcoming orgasm intensifying.

"Tell him to get her the fuck off stage," Razor said, 
shortly. "And tell him to close the fucking bar! It's 
past 2 now, ain't it?!" 

"Yes," Sabrina whispered. Tina swallowed slowly as the 
young woman looked at her, a smile nearly formed at 
the corners of her mouth. Tina nearly smiled back.

"What is it?" Razor asked. His hands were no longer 
playing up and down Tina's back.

"Just," Sabrina said, looking back at Razor. "Uhm, 
Needles was saying that, uhm, we could stay open 
late... I mean, it's five after and he said that--"

Tina was nearing a good orgasm. She felt total control 
over it, she could manipulate it. She could slow her 
grinds against Razor's body to prolong it, until just 
the right moment. 

She was lost now, lost in this carnal act. Her pussy 
against his dick, both covered, her tits exposed. She 
would cum soon, maybe now, maybe wait a moment more: 
the fact that a stranger was watching seemed only more 
sexy to the young girl. She would cum, soon, now, 
maybe...

But suddenly Razor was pushing her away.

"Wh-what!?" she asked stupidly, nearly falling to the 
floor. She managed to catch herself and stand on 
wobbily legs, breasts still exposed, bra still 
dangling around her body, dress still bunched up 
around her slight hips- an impending orgasm denied for 
the second time in an hour.

Razor had stood. "This is fucking bullshit!" he was 
yelling as he stepped toward the soccer-slut. "Go tell 
the girl's we're closed. Start at the VIP room. NOW!" 

Sabrina complied, running off instantly. Razor then 
looked at Tina. 

"Sorry. Needles is one of my partners," he said 
bitterly. "And he's a fucking idiot. I gotta go take 
care of things."

He began to walk away. Tina stared after him 
breathlessly, her small body charged to its sexual 
limit and her adolescent mind pissed off and 
heartbroken all at the same time.

"Your outfit for the party," Razor called over his 
shoulder, "is number twenty-four on the rack. Put it 
on and get ready."

With that, the door shut behind him, and Tina found 
herself alone in the large dressing room, horny as 
hell and confused and frustrated.

++++++++++

After he left, Tina had seriously considered 
masturbating. She was ready to explode from arousal, 
and she couldn't think clearly. But then girls from 
the bar began to enter, chatting loudly and quickly 
filling the dressing room.

For a few minutes the room had been packed and 
incredibly loud. It seemed like all the women knew 
each other: they wanted to brag about how much they'd 
made that night, or compliment one another on how 
they'd done onstage, or make plans for what to do 
after leaving. None of them, though, had paid any 
attention to the 16-year-old blonde sitting at Sonya's 
make-up table. 

And that had been just fine with Tina, although she 
did keep an eye open for the cat-like Asian girl she'd 
be partnering with later: Lucy. She never came.

Ashley and Sabrina were the last of the girls to 
leave, and had been the only ones to say good-bye. 
They hadn't changed like most of the other girls, and 
Tina had been impressed at how sexy Ashley seemed even 
while stupidly drunk.

"Ohhhh," Ashley had said, wagging a finger drunkenly 
in Tina's face, "yoor tha one, the party tonight? 
Hmmm?" She then laughed in a friendly sort of way.

"Ignore her," Sabrina sighed, holding the other woman 
up. "She's really, really fucked up! Have fun tonight, 
okay?"

"Sure," Tina had said. Sabrina smiled to the girl and 
waved, and Tina smiled as well as she watched the two 
leave.

After they were gone the room was once again empty. 
Tina had again considered masturbating, but the mood 
really was no longer there. All she could think about 
was the future: was this her future? Would she be a 
lap-dancing prostitute in this seedy little bar? Or 
would she just do this one "party" and be done with it 
forever?

Yet in a way this "party" she would be going to, with 
Lucy and the Oilmen, was worse than what she would do 
on any other night. Razor had explained what her 
normal duties would be so calmly that it didn't even 
feel like a big deal now. Giving lap-dances for cash, 
and occasionally bringing back a "black-wrister" to a 
private room for sex, didn't seem all that bad. At 
least it wouldn't be constant, non-stop sex like she'd 
first imagined. 

On the other hand, this party. What the hell was going 
to happen at the party? And why hadn't Razor returned 
to explain it?

Finally, Tina shook her head and realized she had to 
get dressed. She went over to the rack, found the 
outfit numbered "24", and put it on. 

Soon she was dressed up in a really slutty "cowgirl" 
outfit. A costume, made perhaps for a little girl or a 
really slutty adult. She studied herself in the mirror 
after putting it on, and rolled her eyes in 
embarrassment.

The outfit consisted of a sleeveless denim top which 
tied off just below her breasts; a pair of brown 
daisy-dukes which were so tight that she'd barely been 
able to button them up (even without panties on); and 
tall, knee-high cowboy boots which were incredibly 
uncomfortable to walk in. The boots were actually very 
nice, a little too big for her feet, but probably cost 
around $200 retail. She kept looking at them, walking 
around a little, then sitting down after feeling 
stupid for doing so.

Topping off the outfit were the accessories: a belt 
with two gun-holsters that hung off her bony hips, a 
cheap plastic sheriff's badge pinned over her left 
breast, and two fake plastic guns kept in the 
holsters.

And, of course, she was wearing a cowboy hat. It was 
red and had a wide rim which encircled her head and a 
leather strap which hung around the back of her head. 
She'd brushed her hair out, as the hat didn't fit 
properly in its current do. Now her blonde hair could 
clearly be seen under the hat, hanging down to its 
normal shoulder-length. She lamented the time it'd 
taken to put it up earlier- such a waste! 

She thought she looked ridiculous, like one of those 
teenagers who still trick-or-treated even though they 
were in high school. But in a strange sort of way she 
had to admit that the costume was sort of sexy: she 
looked like a skinny, slutty young cowgirl. The shorts 
accentuated what was, she thought, her best feature- 
her ass- by clinging to it tightly, while also showing 
off her firm, flat belly. Plus, the boots made her 
strut sort of as she walked, and added inches to her 
height making her stand maybe 5'8" tall.

Suddenly the door opened. Tina began to stand up, 
expecting Razor, but instead saw her "partner".

The Asian woman looked like she'd just got done taking 
a shower: a towel was wrapped around her incredibly 
sexy body and her dark hair was still slightly damp. 

When she saw Tina, she smiled. "Hi!" she chirped. "You 
must be my partner tonight, huh?"

Tina nodded as the girl walked over. Tina was 
surprised at her voice: sweet and American, without a 
trace of an accent. She appeared so completely Asian 
that Tina had unconsciously figured she was an 
immigrant. 

Lucy extended her hand. "Lucy, nice to meet you," she 
said, smiling still. Her smile was full, with pearly 
white teeth, and genuine looking, too.

Tina shook her hand. The woman was taller than her, 
even with the boots on: about 5'10", Tina figured, 
making the short girl feel even shorter. The woman's 
hot body was more intimidating up-close: she was 
skinny in a womanly way, with a large firm chest, 
probably c-cup, and fully developed, mature curves 
from her hips to her waist. Her Asian complexion was 
soft and alluring, as were here large eyes and thin 
lips.

Tina felt inferior next to her. She thought of how 
she'd performed onstage earlier, which made her feel 
even more inadequate.

"I know you're only 15," Lucy smiled. "I've never 
worked with anyone so young!"

"Uhm, sixteen," Tina said softly, embarrassed.

"Oh! Sorry," Lucy said. She stood back again and 
looked the girl up and down. "Damn, though! You sure 
do make a sexy little cowgirl!" she laughed.

Tina smiled, blushing.

"The Texans are going to love you," she continued, 
smiling still. "I can see why Razor risked hiring you. 
I mean, you're cool right? You're not gonna go crying 
to your mom and dad about this or anything?"

Tina rolled her eyes. "God, no!" she exclaimed.

Lucy smiled wider. It seemed like this young woman was 
caught in a perpetual smile, and it made Tina feel 
comfortable.

"Good!" she winked. "I'm cool with working with you, 
then! I'm going to be your Injun." She winked again.

Tina couldn't help but grin: that smile was just too 
infectious!

A moment later Lucy got dressed, and Tina couldn't 
help but watch. She really was incredibly beautiful. 
An Asian princess, Tina thought. She wondered briefly 
what she would look like dressed up like a ninja from 
one of those Kung-fu movies Leon used to make her 
watch...

When she was done dressing she turned and modeled for 
Tina. If Tina made for a sexy cowgirl, the teenager 
thought, then Lucy made for an even sexier Indian!

She was wearing an incredibly short, suede-leather 
mini-skirt which barely covered her firm round ass. On 
top she was wearing a matching tan-colored bikini, 
made of the same type of suede leather, which was so 
small Tina couldn't believe it stayed on. It was 
styled with rips and designs, allowing one to see the 
Asian flesh through it.

Lucy had also put on a pair of leather moccasins and, 
of course, a tight head-band with a single red feather 
sticking out at its front.

"Wow," Tina said, breathless.

Lucy grinned, then said sarcastically, "You know, I 
don't see how Native American women walked around like 
this all day!"

Tina laughed.

Lucy then led the girl out of the dressing room. As 
they entered the hallway, Tina looked around 
awkwardly. No one was there. The whole bar seemed 
quiet: the music was off and there wasn't a sound to 
be heard. It made the poor girl even more on edge.

"You're really soft-spoken, aren't you?"

Tina blushed. She replied nervously, "I'm just... This 
is just new to me..."

Lucy stopped and turned. "It's okay, you don't have to 
be worried or anything," she said. "You know the deal, 
right?"

Tina shook her head.

"Really!" Lucy exclaimed. "Wow! Razor really just 
threw you in, didn't he?"

Tina nodded.

"Okay," she said. "This is what'll happen. It's really 
simple."

Tina listened intently as Lucy explained what was to 
be done: how it would begin, what would most likely 
occur, and what she should say and do.

When she was finished, Tina was frowning and her eyes 
were wide. Her heart rate had increased and all her 
nervousness returned, amplified even, and she felt her 
knobby legs wobbling furiously.

"Are you going to be okay?" Lucy asked 
sympathetically.

Tina swallowed hard. She felt tears forming in her 
eyes, and blinked them away. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," she 
said.

Lucy frowned, a stark contrast to her radiant smile. 
"It really is going to be okay," she said. "Trust me. 
These Texans are big ol' teddy-bears. Just follow my 
lead and trust me, we'll make a lot of money 
tonight... because the better we do, the more they'll 
pay us afterward."

Then she grinned wickedly. "And I want to make a LOT 
of money tonight!"

Tina forced a smile. "Okay," she said simply.

"Okay?" Lucy smiled. "Don't just say 'okay'! Say, 
'Ohhh, Lucy, mmmm, I'm so HOT right now... I just HAVE 
to get off..." 

Tina giggled despite herself as Lucy continued with 
her fake, sarcastic imitation of a horny woman. 

"No, no, please, let's just cum... oh, I so need to cum! 
Fuck me, oh, yes, I'm SO SO horny, keep on fucking me, 
uhhmmmm...!"

Tina couldn't help it. She was laughing now! Lucy was 
just too much: too animated, too funny.

They laughed together for a moment. Lucy grinned, 
"Okay?"

Tina nodded, smiling once more. She felt better! Lucy 
made her feel comfortable, had calmed her down.

"Let's do it, then!"

They made their way to the basement through a door in 
the hall. At the end of the stairway was another door, 
and Tina could see light coming out from underneath 
it. She also heard voices behind it, loud male voices 
laughing and chatting boisterously.

"Okay," Lucy whispered. "This is the 'executive' 
lounge... basically it's the only fancy room in this 
dump! Are you okay?"

"Yes," Tina said, honestly. Lucy's demeanor, coupled 
with her words, had really had an impact. She now knew 
what she would be doing, yet she was no longer upset 
by the thought of it. It would be okay.

Lucy made it seem so natural!

"Alright, then," the Asian hottie winked. "Showtime!"

They walked into the room together. It was a large, 
very nice room lit well by several lamps. In the 
middle of the room were two black leather couches 
directly across from each other. On each couch sat two 
men, all of whom turned and looked over at Lucy and 
Tina as they entered.

"Hello, boys!" Lucy said lightly as she strolled into 
the room. She was holding Tina's hand.

Between the two couches was a low, wide coffee table, 
probably five feet square and about two feet off the 
floor. There was a chair set up at each end, nice 
high-back leather chairs, each currently occupied, 
too, bringing the count of men up to six. 

All of them, Tina saw, were smoking cigars. Some were 
nursing glasses of liquor, all were watching them.

Lucy led the two toward the table. On the way she 
whispered, "Remember, they *love* you... You're in 
charge now, not them!"

Tina nodded but couldn't say anything. She was getting 
anxious again, and found herself gripping Lucy's hand 
tightly as they continued toward the table.

"Whoo-eee!" said one of the six men, a Texas twang in 
his voice. "Look at this, now!"

Tina blushed. The men were all richly dressed in nice 
suits, and two of them wore cowboy hats, too. Those 
two were the oldest: probably in their early 60's. The 
other four were younger, maybe in their late 30's, and 
wore more contemporary suits. But they were all 
grinning at Tina and Lucy, dressed in such slutty 
costumes, and silence filled the room as the Cowgirl 
and Indian neared the table.

"Our li'l Injun," said one of the men wearing a cowboy 
hat. "Lookin about tasty enough to eat, I reckon!"

Lucy didn't respond, but Tina saw her wink at the man.

She then led Tina onto the coffee table. Tina felt her 
whole body begin to tremble, and she was reminded of a 
time back in the 7th grade when she'd been in a school 
play. She was experiencing a similar form of stage 
fright now: all the men were staring at her. Judging 
her. She nearly tripped as she stepped up onto the 
"stage", her high-heeled boots still causing her 
trouble.

Was Razor watching right now from the monitor room, 
she wondered? How would he react if she messed this 
up? She swallowed slowly and resolved not to let that 
happen. She did, after all, owe him. For several 
reasons!

"Okay," Lucy said to the men once the two were 
standing on the stage/table, right in the middle. Tina 
felt as if she were on an auction block or something, 
the way the men watched her. 

"You guys ready?" Lucy asked innocently. 

She knew them, and they knew her, Tina realized. She'd 
done this before, or something like it, with these 
guys. That was reassuring somehow.

"Boy, are we, li'l lady!" said one of the men wearing 
a hat. The others nodded and agreed, loudly. 

Tina found herself biting her lower lip. Her stomach 
was full of butterflies and she had to force herself 
to breath. This was much worse than that play! They 
were judging her body, now, maybe thinking ahead to 
what it would look like naked, what she may do to 
them. 

But, she realized, she wasn't afraid, exactly. She was 
just embarrassed, which was a whole lot different. 
This realization gave her strength, and the teenager 
found her smile grow more genuine as a result.

The eldest of the men, with a bushy moustache, then 
said, "Tell me, li'l one, what's yer name?"

Tina managed to turn her smile into a sly one. She 
answered, "Why, I'm Sheriff Tina, sir! What's yours?"

The man chuckled, as did the others. Tina blushed. 

"Well, gosh-darn!" the man laughed, slapping his knee. 
"Sheriff Tina! I bet you're all of fifteen years old... 
Dang perfect!"

Tina continued to smile. She crossed her ankles and 
looked down at her boots, feigning a shyness she no 
longer really felt. "I's sixteen, sir," she said, 
remembering to play her part. Cheesy accent and all.

"Whatever, darlin'! All I kin say is that Razor sure 
knows how to pick 'em!

"But come on, now! Let's get it goin'!"

Tina knew that was her cue. It was time to begin. And 
she was as ready as she'd ever be.

"Gentlemen," she began, a little too loudly. She 
caught herself, and heard a couple of the men chuckle. 
She glanced anxiously over at Lucy, who was playing 
her part perfectly: standing tall, jutting out her 
breasts. The perfectly proud, slutty Indian.

Tina started over.

"Gentlemen! I've done caught this here redskin on the 
prairie, trying to, well..."

Tina paused. She forgot her line!

"What were you doin', Savage!" called one of the men 
to Lucy.

Tina breathed out in relief when Lucy began to speak. 
"I hunt land of ancestors. I done no crime."

She winked at Tina.

Tina smiled. "She did more than just a'huntin'!" she 
declared, her confidence growing. "This local savage-
slut done try to steal cattle from good workin' boys 
on the rail! An' then she gone 'round flashing her 
heathen titties, tempting the good Christian men!"

The audience, enjoying this little show, booed Lucy at 
this point. Tina felt a rush of adrenaline: she was 
doing it!

She turned to Lucy, who was hanging her head in 
feigned shame. "She will dance for us now!" Tina 
declared. "As a test! If she does t'well, she may yet 
escape the noose for her crimes... but if she goes 
tryin' to escape, she'll meet the rope for sure!"

The men clapped and hollered.

Tina stepped off the stage. She felt energized, alive! 
Still, she was a little relieved to be done, for now. 
She'd done her little role well, the men had accepted 
it. Now she could just relax a moment as Lucy did her 
part.

Immediately she felt hands on her waist, though, and 
she was pulled roughly backward into the lap of one of 
the Oilmen, the same she'd been bantering with a few 
moments before, with the bushy moustache.

"Why donch'ya have a seat, li'l sheriff?" the man 
asked.

Tina managed to keep smiling. She remembered what Lucy 
had said: When in doubt, smile and obey. She said, 
"Sure thing, sir!"

Suddenly, Lucy was dancing. There was no music, no 
real style, yet Tina couldn't help but be entranced 
just the same as she watched from the old man's lap. 
The Asian Beauty knew how to use her body, how to 
swing her hips enticingly, how to thrust out her ample 
chest at just the right moments. 

Meanwhile, the elder Texan whose lap she sat upon was 
whispering in Tina's ear, "You sure are a sexy young 
thing, darlin', and that's the truth..."

Tina didn't respond. The man's arms were around her 
small body, engulfing her, his hands lying gently on 
her thighs. It felt... sensual. And Tina relaxed back 
into him.

As Lucy's seductive dance continued, Tina felt the 
Texan's hard-on grow against her young butt. She 
wiggled it instinctively, knowing what he wanted. She 
glanced over and saw the man sharing their couch 
leaning forward, chomping on his cigar and watching 
Lucy, a hard-on also now straining against his pants. 
All of the men were watching the slutty Indian dance. 
Except, maybe, for one.

"Okay, li'l sheriff," the elder Oilman whispered, "I 
think your 'captive' needs a good lesson."

At first, Tina didn't know what he meant. Then she 
remembered what Lucy had told her before, and she 
slowly slid off of the man's lap, feeling his hard-on 
drag against her butt as she did.

All eyes were suddenly on her. Hands trembling 
slightly, Tina gripped her fake guns, pulled them out 
of their holsters, and pointed them at Lucy.

"Okay!" she called, trying to get in character again. 
"Enough, now, ya dang Injun'!"

Lucy stopped dancing. Beads of sweat were dripping 
down her pretty Asian face, and she had just a hint of 
a smile there. Her hair was disheveled from the 
dancing, but the headband and feather still rested 
perfectly atop her head.

"You want other?" Lucy asked, voice breathless, still 
trying to sound like an Indian from one of those old 
black-and-white Westerns.

Tina kept the fake guns pointed at her 'captive' as 
she crept back atop the table. She found herself 
grinning slightly, from embarrassment but also from 
excitement. This was so surreal!

"Yes," she said. "Get on your knees!"

Slowly, the slutty Indian obeyed. 

Whoops of encouragement came from the Texans, puffs of 
cigar-smoke issuing out of their mouths in the 
process.

This was the moment of truth. For a brief moment Tina 
felt awash in fear and humiliation again, but she 
quickly steeled herself against it: this had to be 
done. And it was nothing. It was a game! A little 
show. Nothing more.

"Pull... I mean, pull down my pants, Injun'!" Tina 
ordered, voice soft yet maintaining an edge of 
eagerness. She was staring down at Lucy, who was 
looking up at her.

Lucy began by unzipping Tina's shorts. The men's 
voices were loud with encouragement, now, but all Tina 
could focus on was the sight and sensation of Lucy's 
delicate Asian fingers pulling down on her zipper. 
Then she watched as Lucy continued by unbuttoning her 
shorts. She felt goose bumps form on the skin of her 
pale, teenage legs. 

Don't do that, she thought desperately. Stay in 
character, don't get carried away...

Finally, the delicate hands of Lucy the Indian rested 
lightly on Tina's hips, under her fake gun-belt. They 
pulled downward.

And then the shorts were gently tugged down Tina's 
legs.

She wasn't wearing any panties: they hadn't been part 
of the costume. Tina was suddenly naked from the waist 
down, and the men, strangers all, were getting a good 
look at her naked teenage ass and pussy. Lucy was down 
there, too, inches away from her lightly fuzzed cunt, 
a slight smile still on her lips.

Tina's hands were trembling uncontrollably. Her heart 
was racing. Yet she still managed to step out of her 
shorts, kick them away without losing her balance, and 
keep her fake guns pointed at Lucy's head.

"Lick me," the teenager hissed. 

She'd had to say it, but was surprised that she had.

"Yeah, whoo-eee! Go on, you stinkin' Injun! Lick that 
cunt!" yelled one of the Texans.

"Make her eat you, Cowgirl!" yelled another.

All their calls were mixed together. All the men were 
leaning forward, a couple chomping on cigars, a couple 
sipping on glasses of whisky. All of them with eyes 
intent upon the scene before them.

The slutty Indian then placed her hands lightly on 
Tina's hips, sending a chill up the Cowgirl's young 
body. She felt her knees begin to wobble as Lucy's 
head pressed forward and her tongue slide out from 
between her lips...

And just as it occurred to her that this was actually 
going to happen, the confused teenager yelped, "OH!" 
when contact was actually made.

Lucy knew what she was doing, and the men could see 
that, and Tina knew it. But Tina didn't even care 
about those men anymore, or that this was a woman's 
tongue on the folds of her vagina. If she cared she'd 
be miserable. She was tired of being miserable.

All she could think about was the rush of sexual 
energy throughout her body!

Lucy continued to lick her there, down slightly, then 
all the way up again. Tina shuddered at the intense 
pleasure of the woman's tongue parting the lips of her 
labia: forcing it apart, up, then down again. Tina's 
knees were shaking violently, and she clumsily placed 
her feet farther apart to give her partner better 
access. Her toy guns were no longer placed at the 
Indian's head: they now rested on Lucy's shoulders, 
just to keep balance.

"Call me names!" Lucy suddenly whispered from between 
her legs, between licks at the girl's young cunt.

Tina barely heard her but immediately complied, 
remembering her role suddenly. "Go on," she panted. 
"Asian-uh, Indian-oh! In-injun-slut! Make me cum-oh!"

The men laughed at her attempts to sound demanding. 
She was no longer very convincing as a dominant 
Cowgirl, but they didn't care. Tina glanced around to 
her left and right to make sure they weren't angry, 
and found them in awe instead.

This gave her even more confidence. Tina let the guns 
drop from her hands and she gripped Lucy's shoulders 
tightly. She didn't care where it came from, but 
relished the sensation of a tongue expertly sliding 
from her clit, to her slit, to her hole. Again and 
again.

And again. And again.

She could cum right now, she knew. But instead, she 
was suddenly pulled down to the table.

Before she could respond she felt one of the fake guns 
pressed against her head, right against her cheesy 
cowboy hat.

"Like this?" Lucy asked, in character.

Tina just shook her head in confusion. This hadn't 
been part of the plan! Lucy was improvising. Tina 
squirmed beneath the bigger woman until she felt 
Lucy's hand between her legs.

"Or this?" she was asking.

"Uh, wh-what?" Tina stammered, not knowing what to 
say.

Suddenly Lucy's lips were pressing against hers. 
Tina's body froze: froze completely and utterly. She 
felt her heart stop. She heard the men's applause fade 
away. She felt herself disappear...

And then she felt Lucy's tongue press into her mouth, 
and Tina came to life again. She didn't care at all 
anymore what was going on! She had to enjoy this 
moment. It felt so good, it was so dominating! Her 
pussy felt electrified, her titties felt so charged, 
everything else was but a blur of detail, surely not 
reality! 

The Oilmen, all six of them, were now standing around 
the table looking down on the Slutty Indian making out 
with the half-naked Cowgirl. Tina felt their eyes, 
heard their voices, but was only concerned with Lucy's 
finger pressing against her moist hole. Her body 
surged at the intrusion, but unlike her experience 
with Carol earlier, she didn't mind that she was 
enjoying it.

She focused on that, and the tongue in her mouth. Her 
hands were meanwhile sliding up and down Lucy's sexily 
full body too, begging for more. Her head was spinning 
with carnal, nasty desires, desires which would have 
made her feel disgusted just hours before.

When Lucy managed to pull Tina's blue-denim top up and 
off, Tina didn't care. Her small breasts didn't 
embarrass her since they seemed to please the men, who 
whooped in appreciation. And being free, her tits felt 
soft and natural and sexy as hell!

She continued to kiss with Lucy, the Indian, eagerly 
and fully as the Asian's finger slid inside her with 
little fanfare. Tina wasn't sure which was more 
exquisite: the soft lips, the wet tongue; or the soft 
finger, in her wet pussy.

Then, as her orgasm was building to incredible 
heights, she felt Lucy pulled off of her.

Her eyes widened and she saw all the men staring down, 
Lucy's limp body in one of the men's arms.

"Say, Cowgirl," said the eldest one, the same one 
she'd been sitting on a few minutes before, "you don't 
seem to have tamed this here savage!"

"More like she's tamed you!" smiled another of the 
men.

Tina gulped. Her young eyes were wide with longing, 
her small chest was heaving. She didn't know what to 
think!

"I think it's about time I showed you how the West was 
really won!" grinned the eldest man. 

Tina began to lean upward from her lying state, just 
as the 60-something Oilman crawled up onto the table 
and pressed his hefty form over the small girl.

"Oh, God!" Tina cried in surprise.

"Shh, girl, just relax, now," the man said.

Tina adjusted her body, which was only clothed now 
with the belt and the hat and the boots. She spread 
her legs wide and stared over toward the couch where 
Lucy had been brought. Two of the other Texans were 
leaning over her.

"I gotta," began the man, his voice strained, "show 
ya, honey!"

Tina hadn't heard his zipper come down. She hadn't 
realized his cock was out, and aimed at her tender 
young pussy-hole. She was oblivious to all this, 
because she was so preoccupied with the eyes staring 
down at her and the fate of Lucy.

But that changed the second the eldest Texan's cock 
began to press against her slick young cunt.

"Oh, JESUS!" she cried out in shock.

The three men still standing over her laughed. Their 
boss, their leader, who was beginning to press into 
the teenage-Cowgirl, merely grunted.

"That's, uh," he panted, "'Oh, Mr. Blackwell', 
darlin'!"

Tina squirmed upon the table as the fully clothed man, 
old enough to be her grandfather, continued to press 
his cock into her wet cunt. She had no idea how big or 
thick it was: it felt huge!

"Oh, fuck, FUCK!" she cried obscenely.

And now Tina's immature brain no longer cared about 
Lucy, either. Or anything. It was fixated only on Mr. 
Blackwell and his hard penis, which was sliding down 
and into her tight teenage pussy.

Tina threw her head upward, causing her cowboy hat to 
fall off, as she draped her arms around this man's 
heaving, bulky frame. His gut was pressing against her 
flat belly, his hands were flat against the table, as 
he forced his dick inside her teenagedly-tightened 
vagina.

Tina cringed and cooed and salivated at the myriad of 
sensations that engulfed her. She was ready to cum 
now, finally, ready to explode a night's worth of 
sexual build-up!

Instead she jerked. She shuddered. She spasmed 
underneath him, and wrapped her legs around him, and 
mewed at the top of her lungs. The orgasm wasn't 
centralized: it was all over. All over her mind, her 
tits, her pussy: everything! She came hard, jerkily, 
fully. 

Yet it felt incomplete. It'd been so decentralized, so 
all-over. She still felt it, tingling around her, but 
she felt like she could come again, maybe better, in 
any second.

The orgasm had made her body relaxed somewhat though, 
and she realized that she was being fucked. Hard. 
Really hard! 

Mr. Blackwell's cock was pounding itself in and out of 
her tight box, over and over again. Tina gulped and 
stared, eyes watery, at his reddened face straining 
above her. She felt his slippery dick sliding over her 
clitty with every thrust, and whimpered breathlessly 
as it did.  

And then: "Come on, Cowgirl!" he was muttering. Tina 
gasped and tried to catch her breath as he said, "Here 
it comes!"

She felt his cock spurt out its seed right into her. A 
moment later he was breathing heavily, no longer 
fucking her, only trying to catch his breath. He 
slowly collapsed upon her, squashing her small frame 
beneath his elder, fatty bulk.

When he pulled himself up Tina gasped loudly to catch 
her breath, the feeling of Good Sex emanating 
throughout her mostly naked body. She laid there for a 
moment, reveling in the aftermath of such a good yet 
confusing cum. And then curiosity sunk in and Tina 
turned her head and looked over toward Lucy.

The Asian Goddess was getting fucked in the pussy. And 
in the mouth. Two guys at once! And she looked damn 
fine doing it, too, if such thing were possible. Tina 
tried to sort out all these sensations but was 
incapable of doing so, for a part of her kept saying, 
"Dirty! Dirty! Wrong!"

But another, more carnal part, remained adamant: "This 
is good! This is fine!"

She slowly pulled herself upward, and slid toward the 
edge of the table. She felt a trickle of gooey cum 
leak from her vagina. Once at the table's edge, 
though, she looked at Mr. Blackwell, who had taken a 
seat on his couch once again.

Before she could say anything he said, "Take the rest 
off, cowgirl."

He was lighting a cigar.

Tina complied dazedly, as if in a dream. She threw the 
hat, which had been hanging around her neck, away. She 
unlaced her boots and kicked them off, too, then began 
to take off her belt, when she was stopped.

"That's alright," Blackwell grinned. "You look damned 
sexy, just like that!"

Tina blushed. She was only wearing the belt, now.

She sat at the edge of the table, the sounds of 
fucking and sucking coming from behind her as Lucy 
serviced two men. Tina wanted a cigarette. And, maybe, 
a shower. She felt spent, but pent-up. Her body had 
that freshly-fucked feeling to it, that demanded rest 
but needed more!

"Here," said one of the men who was still with her.

Tina looked over, half expecting a cigarette. Instead, 
it was a cock.

She looked at Mr. Blackwell, feeling resistant 
suddenly. But the older man just nodded.

Tina sighed. Remembering where she was and why she was 
there, she managed to smile. Then she turned toward 
the dick, which was average in size, and gripped it 
lightly in her hand.

Just as she did she felt her other hand pulled 
forcibly to her right. It was placed on another cock, 
from another Texan. 

Two hands, two dicks, Tina thought.

I can do this! she told herself. Almost done, now. Not 
much further to go.

She began jerking them off simultaneously. At first it 
went well: both penises swelled in her young hands, 
and it was good. She remembered with a thrill the last 
time she'd jerked off two guys at once, only days 
before! But then the fourth man stood before her.

She stared at him. He reached out and gripped her 
tits.

She groaned with desire at his touch: he was a strong, 
younger man in his 30's, reaching down to her small 
body and gripping her breasts as if they were his. But 
he was also pressing her backwards, forcing her to 
lean back onto the table. 

She managed to continue jerking off the two other men, 
who moved along with her. She was now on her back, 
breasts being mauled by the man above her, a dick in 
each of her small girlish hands, jerking wildly, 
almost inexpertly.

When the man in front began to press his cock against 
her, she was only barely surprised. Somewhere, in the 
depths of her horny, perverted young brain, she'd 
expected it. She thought of Joey.

His cock wasn't like Joey's. It was bigger, meaner, 
rougher. And it pressed against her gooey hole with 
little regard to that hole's owner.

Tina squealed. She froze the handjobs, trying to 
adjust to the size of the cock fucking its way inside 
of her. Her legs splayed away from each other and she 
scooted her butt forward, heaving upward her pelvis. 
This was going to be a big one! Could it give her the 
orgasm she desperately wanted?

Did she even want that orgasm anymore, she wondered?

And then, yet another dick, was pressing against her 
lips.

"UMPH!" she muttered in surprise, even annoyance.

It was one of the two guys who had been with Lucy, she 
realized. Now he was with her, and she was forced to 
open her mouth and take his cock in. 

It would have been so easy to lay their, like a little 
rag-doll, and let them just use her like this. She 
even considered doing that. There was only one 
problem. 

Her body wouldn't let her! It was charged up, 
confused, starved, nasty. Her mind quickly became 
carnal again, too. So she began jerking the two guys 
to her left and right with feeling again. She felt so 
depraved, so completely sluttish! Dick in each hand, 
dick in her pussy, dick in her mouth.

And then, tongue on her tits. She gasped and opened 
her eyes widely, and saw Lucy there, her face buried 
into her small pieces of tit-flesh.

They were all fucking her! Was this what it had really 
been about? Getting her into this? Making her so horny 
she didn't care? Her body flayed around on the table-
top as she stared, with her large, wide eyes, into 
Lucy's, whose tongue was expertly flicking at her 
nips.

The dick in her mouth was no problem. Tina knew how to 
give a blowjob, and instincts took over. The dick in 
her left hand? He seemed to be ready to cum any 
moment. He was no problem.

But the cock in her right hand? Angry. Mean, and 
angry, and unrelenting. Several times the man gripped 
her young wrist and secured it in place, almost 
showing her how to do it. It was annoying.

As for the dick in her pussy, well, Tina felt 
stretched and stuffed. It was large. Had he fucked 
like Razor, she would have cum several times by now, 
she was certain. But he was sort of lazy: just the old 
in-out, in-out. Boring, but brutal and uncaring. 

Her legs flailed about. She started when Lucy bit 
lightly into her nipple, and sucked harder on the cock 
in her mouth in reply.

Then, the guy whose cock was in her left hand suddenly 
came unto Tina's face. She continued jerking 
involuntarily on the other dick, then sputtered and 
blinked as the degradation set in. Gobs of cum on her 
lovely, young face. She felt embarrassed somehow!

Without warning, cum filled her pussy, too. She felt 
fuller, dirtier than she'd thought she would. She 
grunted around the dick in her small mouth as she took 
the semen of a stranger up inside.

Lucy's hand came down to her cum-filled, now dickless 
pussy and, without any fanfare, began to finger the 
teenage girl with abandon. The finger drew long 
strands of sticky sperm with each withdraw from the 
teenager's poor cunt.

"Tina," she heard the hand-job man to her right moan.

Then his cum spurted onto her forehead, into her hair, 
and dribbled over her still jerking fist.

Finally her hands were free. She used them to grip 
Lucy's head, massage it. She could feel the cum in her 
hands wash into Lucy's lovely black hair.

"Okay, cowgirl!"

Tina gasped in surprise as the man whose dick was in 
her mouth began to spurt cum down her throat. It 
wasn't that bad, actually. It was just sudden, she 
told herself.

Then Lucy stopped, too. 

Tina laid there. Naked, mostly, save for her cowgirl-
belt. Her breasts were heaving, her limbs spasming 
slightly. She stared up at the ceiling.

"God damn," she heard Mr. Blackwell say, his accent 
thick as ever. "You sure was a good girl tonight!"

Tina didn't smile, nor did she frown. She just stared 
at the ceiling. The feeling of cum inside her, and on 
top of her. She'd just been so utterly fucked. Yet all 
she could think about was that Lucy had stopped, too, 
and was gone.

"Cowgirl brought low," said one of the men, 
sarcastically.

"Shuddup!" said Mr. Blackwell. "She done fine. Done 
jus' fine!"

Tina wasn't listening. She was staring upward still, 
as her body trembled in the aftermath of a vicious 
fuck-and-suck cycle. She thought of little Joey.

She thought of school. And longed for Lucy's touch.

A female voice asked, "Anyone ready for seconds?"

"Sure are!" said four of the six men at once.

Tina grinned stupidly. She'd heard that. But who was 
that female? Was that Lucy?

When they pulled her exhausted body off the table, 
Tina knew what was expected. She allowed herself to be 
placed on all fours, and readied her small, 16-year-
old body for the cocks again. 

None of it mattered. Part of her wanted it, part of 
her wanted something else, part of her wanted just to 
sleep. But she was getting used to not getting what 
she wanted.

And soon, the six big Oil Men were ready to violate 
her young body once more. It made Tina feel wanted, 
the teenager realized in the back of her crazed, 
exhausted young mind.

She was doing a good job.

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