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Subject: {ASSM} MB05 The New Club by Rachael Ross (F, Lolita, No Sex)
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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Five



The New Club

by High School Sweetheart

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Story Codes: F, Lolita, No Sex

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=




        I heard about this new club, so I took the long way home after
school so I could check it out.

        "Hey sweetie," a man said from his car, leaning across the
passenger seat and smiling through the open window. "Do you need a
ride home?"

        "Hmmm..." I rolled my big green eyes and shrugged. "No, that's
okay. Thanks anyway, mister."

        "Are you sure?" he asked and I knew he was checking me out.

        I was wearing my school uniform from the year before and it
was too small. The plaid skirt barely covered my butt and I had really
long legs anyway. My blouse was too small as well and since I wasn't
wearing a bra or anything, my tits sorta stuck out and bounced around
a bit, since I was sorta skipping more than just walking. I liked
skipping a lot and it made my long blonde hair go in my eyes, but that
was okay. I just hoped I didn't break a heel cause my leather ankle
boots had cost me two months allowance!

        "Yep!" I giggled and he shrugged, wishing he had a camera with
him probably, and then he frowned and drove off as a police car turned
the corner up ahead of us.

        "Hey missy," the cruiser rolled to a stop and so I stopped,
sorta putting my hands behind my back and tilting my hips towards the
policeman who was leaning out his window.

        "Hi officer!" I smiled brightly, twisting on my hips and
probably showing him my little pink panties.

        "How much are you charging?" he asked me and I giggled.

        "I'm just walking home," I said and gave the man a little
pout.

        "I know," he grinned. "I'm teasing you. How old are you,
honey?"

        "Almost sixteen," I said. "How old are you?"

        "Almost forty," he shrugged. "You ever been strip searched?"

        "Yeeeeah!" I laughed. "Like who hasn't?"

        "Ever been handcuffed?" he wondered.

        "Ummm...One time, for Halloween," I nodded. "But they weren't
like real handcuffs. Just plastic ones."

        "I got some real ones," he said with a smile. "How about I
handcuff you for a while, play a little cops and robbers?"

        "Hmmm..." I bit my lip. "That's a little kid's game."

        "Not the way I play," he chuckled.

        "Well..."

        "I could get my partner," he offered. "You ever play good cop,
bad cop? That's a real grown-up game."

        "No," I answered. "Where's your partner?"

        "Getting some donuts," the policeman said. "Hop in; we'll go
pick him up and take you home."

        "Home?"

        "My home," the officer grinned. "Give you a little third
degree down in my basement."

        "Oh, I don't know," I sighed and picked at my third from the
top button, accidentally undoing it so that my tits fell out all of a
sudden. "Oops!"

        "Hey! Indecent exposure!" he laughed. "Now I gotta take you
downtown."

        "Really?" I blinked at him, feeling my rosy nipples getting
all hard and itchy in the wind. "I'm not allowed to go downtown by
myself."

        "Well, you won't be by yourself, you'll be..."

        "Six Baker Romeo, Six Baker Romeo, five fourteen in progress
Lexington and fifth. Six Baker Romeo, please respond..." the police
car's radio squelched and the policeman furrowed his brow and picked
up the microphone.

        "This is Six Baker Romeo, I'm rolling," he sighed and gave me
an apologetic look up and down. "Sorry, sweetheart. We have a little
emergency."

        "Oh!" I nodded, but he was already pulling away with the siren
blaring and the lights flashing. I didn't know what a five fourteen
was, but I guess it must have been sorta bad.

        I skipped along a little more, sorta frowning cause that
policeman had seemed awfully nice and going downtown probably woulda
been pretty fun. My best friend, Jodie? She'd been taken downtown
before and after she came back, all she wanted to do was lick other
girls' buttholes after gym class. She had a lot of friends now and I
figured it must be kinda nice to be popular like that.

        After a bit I cut through the Pederson's back yard, planning
on hopping the fence cause the club was supposed to be right there on
the other side of it. But old man Pederson was watering his petunias
or something, and he caught me.

        "What's this?" he asked, taking hold of my arm in his old
gnarly fingers. "Smells like a trespasser to me!"

        "Hi, Mr. Pederson!" I said, trying to get on his good side, if
he even had one.

        "Don't you hi Mr. Pederson me, young lady!" he frowned and
blinked and licked his thin lips like a skinny Jabba the Hutt. "Where
do you think you're going?"

        "Ummm..." I tried to think of a good answer, but thinking wasn't
exactly my strong suit even when I wasn't scared.

        "Down?" he asked me and I wasn't sure what that meant, but if
it would get me out of trouble...

        "Yep!" I smiled hopefully. "I was just gonna go down!"

        "Good!" he nodded and pushed me to my knees. "I was just the
other day thinking about how long it's been since I had a pretty girl
going down on me."

        "You were?" I blinked at him. "On you?"

        "Yep!" he said, making a little fun of me maybe. "Go ahead,
now. Make friends with President Wilson."

        "President Wilson?" I asked, feeling like I was totally lost.

        "You know, Woodrow!" The old man cackled and turned his head
to spit on the grass.

        "Woodrow?" I looked around, kneeling there in front of him
with his hands on my shoulders now. "Is he a doggy?"

        "A doggy?" Mr. Pederson stared and me and then grinned. "I
reckon he's a dog alright, leastwise for a little bitch like you."

        "Like me?" I licked my lips and blushed cause that had to be a
dirty word!

        "Like you," he agreed. "Now get that zipper down before the
missus comes out wondering if I want some goddamn lemonade or
something."

        "Oh!" I realized then why I was on my knees and I stared at
the lump in Mr. Pederson's gardening trousers.

        "Makes the worst lemonade in the world," the old man said.
"Don't know why I married the whore. Tastes just like her pussy."

        "It does?" I asked, trying not to giggle, but I was awfully
nervous and my little fingers trembled as I reached for the man's
zipper.

        "Piss 'n vinegar, girl," Mr. Pederson told me. "And she makes
it by the gallon."

        "Ummm..." I shrugged. "Okay."

        ZZZZZZZIP ...I lowered his long zipper slowly and those bony
claws of his were digging into my shoulders almost painfully and my
wet blue eyes were staring into his.

        "Goddamn, bitch," he smiled. "Your momma shoulda named you
Viagra! I ain't been this hard since that time I bought that ten year
old in Korea..."

        "Korea?" I did giggle then and I was reaching into his pants
slowly, not sure exactly what I'd find in there. He was pretty old.

        "...Now that little girl could suck a man's dick clean off," Mr.
Pederson chuckled. "I brung her home in my duffle bag after the war
and..."

        "Hurry! Wot you do hair? You no bad hair, Hurry! You drinkee
drinkee chop chop!" an oriental old woman was yelling and holding a
long wooden spoon, shaking it in the air. "Aw you go shoe one find me
now!"

        I didn't know what she was saying, but Mr. Pederson let me go
quick and I got up even quicker. It sounded like she was gonna throw a
shoe at me, or something. Or make me drink some of her lemonade maybe.
Either way, I wasn't gonna stick around to find out!

        "Shit," the old man frowned and zipped himself up. "I shoulda
left her in Pusan."

        The fence was easy to climb and I blushed a little as I
realized I was showing a lot of my butt to the Pedersons as they
watched me, but that couldn't be helped.

        "Hey!" I stopped cause I'd found the club, right where I'd
heard it was. Thirty feet up in a tree and a sign said "Keep out!" but
I could hear some boys up there and I didn't figure they meant that
sign for a girl like me!




    The end.

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