Perverts 'R' Us
The Test
By Pedro Vila
(Mg, tease, no sex)
Note: All people and events in this story are
entirely fictitious.
Scott Hartman was on his way to work when he was
sided by two plain
clothes police officers and escorted to a downtown
precinct where we was
placed in a bare room with only a chair in which he was
told to sit in.
Nobody came and talked to him. Nobody answered his
questions about what
was happening. Scott, who had always obeyed the law, had
no idea why he
was there.
There were mirrors on two of the walls and
Scott guessed that they were
one way. "Hello?" he called out to one mirror.
"Can somebody please talk
to me?"
Nobody answered and it felt like
Scott had been sitting there for hours
before a man in a suit finally came in
with another chair which he sat in
front of Scott.
Scott started
babbling, "What's going on? Nobody would tell me
anything. Nobody would even
let me call work to tell them why...." The man
in the suit held up a hand and
cut him off.
"I'm Mr. Walkins, Hartman." He said calmly and with gravity.
"We have
called your work place to tell them that wouldn't be showing up
today. We
have some questions we would like to ask you, if you don't
mind."
"Have I done something wrong? Am I under arrest?" Scott
asked.
"No. You are not under arrest. This is more of an investigation of
a
crime in which you might be able to help us solve." Mr. Walkins
replied.
"Sure. What ever I can do to help." Scott was an honest
citizen.
"Good. I'm sure we can wrap this up quickly with your help.
First of
all, we must establish that your not involved in any way so I will
ask you
some questions that may sound disturbing. Please don't be offended.
It is
strictly routine, I assure you."
"Okay." Scott was nervous, but
he was ready to help.
"First, do you have a girl friend right now?" Mr.
Walkins asked.
"Now? Um, no. I've been pretty busy with work lately. Is
someone
claiming to be a girl friend?"
"Please, I'll ask the questions
here." Mr. Walkins tone softened.
"This will go quicker if you just answer.
You've done some volunteer work
with the YMCA. Have you ever had a
relationship with a minor?"
"No." Scott said unsurely. He didn't know
where this was going.
"Do you surf the internet
frequently?"
"Sometimes at night when I can't sleep. Most of the time I'm
busy with
work."
"Do you know what 'Lolita' means?"
Scott
wasn't sure what to say. He had heard the word in one of the many
news
stories involving pornography arrests lately on the television. "It's
a book,
right?"
Mr. Walkins looked at Scott for an uncomfortably long time.
Scott
started to get nervous. Mr. Walkins made a "Hmmm" noise and started
to
get up. "We would like you to meet somebody and tell us what you
might
know about her, please." he said as he reached for the doorknob.
"And
please, take off your jacket."
Outside the room, Mr. Walkins met
with Sergeant Benson. "So, what do
you think?" the Sergeant
asked.
"Hard to say. He fits the some of the profile for one." Mr.
Walkins
replied.
"Oh, he's a child molester all right." the Sergeant
stated. "I can
tell. I see lots of them."
"It would be wise to test
him first for the DA Is she here yet?"
"Yep. She's waiting in the green
room."
"Then let's do it." Mr. Walkins concluded.
Belinda Adin was
licking her lips. She knew they'd call on her to
perform. They always did.
She was now thirteen and beginning to develop
her breasts. She couldn't wait
to see how they would work on the poor
shmoe they got for her.
Belinda
started to do this work for the police when she was eleven, with
her parents
permission, of course. They had looked discreetly at her
school for children
who were willing to do undercover work and her parents
felt strongly enough
about society's problems that they felt it worthwhile
work to catch potential
criminals with their daughters assistance. The
money was pretty good
too.
Belinda first would talk to some of the men the police held and wait
for
them to say the wrong thing, thus catching them as the potential
rapist
they were. Only the men seemed smarter then to proposition her at a
police
station. That's when one of the officers suggested that she dance
for
them.
Belinda was getting quite good at exposing the perverts now,
and she
really enjoyed the power it gave her. Many of the kids at school now
were
afraid of her as well. No boys ever asked her out now, and she knew
they
were deviants because of that.
Belinda was going to get this
pervert today.
Scott started when the door opened and a young girl walked
in. She
smiled with a strange look on her face that seemed smug to him. She
was
wearing a tight cheerleaders outfit and had her hair up in
pigtails.
"Hi." she said to him. "What's your name?"
"Uh, Scott."
Scott replied, not sure if he should be talking to her or
not.
"I have
a new dance for my school team." Belinda told him. "Wanna'
see
it?"
Scott didn't answer and he looked around the room hoping for
somebody to
tell him what was going on. Nobody else was in the room with them
and he
grew nervous.
"Ah, come on. We have time to kill before
anything happens." Belinda
said. "I really want to know what you
think."
Scott felt they must be waiting for something and anything was
better
then sitting and staring at nothing. "Okay, sure. Why
not?"
Belinda smiled. She knew she had him now. All she had to do was
get
him to want her. All men wanted her anyway. This one was no
different.
Belinda started by doing some stretches. She reached up as
high as she
could, exposing her navel and making her small, but growing,
breasts stick
out pertly. Then she leaned back a bit and spread her legs
apart before
touching the floor behind her.
Scott swallowed. She was a
very beautiful girl and would be a real
knockout when she was older. But why
was she here now?
Belinda, still bending backwards, lifted one leg up and
her skirt lifted
as well to reveal her white cotton panties. Scott tried to
look away out
of modesty. Then Belinda suddenly jumped with her other leg and
did a hand
stand. Her skirt fell to show her underpants
completely.
Scott had a side view and was impressed with the girls
physique. She
was in great shape to be a gymnast. This was the first time
Scott had seen
a girl looking this in shape in person. He was
mesmerized.
Television had recently been showing lots of provocative
shows with teen
aged girls acting subtly sexual and Scott ended up staring at
this girl,
forgetting where he was. He had become used to it with the media
lately
anyway.
Belinda could tell he was hooked and came back down on
her feet for the
next step. She started to twist her body like she learned
from the music
videos of the young R&B artists that were selling like hot
cakes now days.
She had practiced her facial looks as well, heavy lidded and
opened
mouthed, like she was hot and bothered.
Scott was becoming
quite uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what to think
and didn't even know if he
should even be watching this. "Um, it's very
good." he said hoping she would
stop with his opinion.
Belinda said, "That's nothing. Watch this." and
got on her hands and
knees sideways to him as she started to roll her back
this way and that.
Scott's breathing was getting erratic.
The girl
lowered her front down to the floor and as her body wiggled,
her sweater top
started to slide down to her shoulders. They hung enough
to clear her small
breasts and she was able to wiggle them out for Scott to
see. Belinda was
proud of this move. This almost always got them.
Scott's body,
unconscious of a millenniums worth of natural selection,
started to react.
Belinda was just at the age of reproduction and his body
felt an urge to
impregnate her in nature's attempt to propagate the species
where it could
best provide healthy offspring.
Scott was unaware of any of this. He just
knew he was getting an
erection. He tried to hide it by crossing his legs and
thinking of other
thoughts. He jumped when a tap on the window signaled for
Belinda to
leave.
As she walked to the door, she looked at him with
contempt and said,
"Your just another pervert like the rest."
Scott
Hartman was led out and read his rights before being handcuffed
and processed
at booking. He was sweating and confused. He would be
charged with one of
many charges including exposing himself sexually to a
minor, as well as one
of many new and vague statutes on potential threats
to society and
children.
Belinda met with assistant DA Mr. Walkins and Sergeant Benson.
"You
did a very fine job for your country Miss Adin. This is one criminal
we
were able to stop before he could hurt anybody." Mr. Walkins told
her.
Belinda beamed smugly. "I'm good. They all want me."
"You can
sign out at the desk now." Sergeant Benson told her. He didn't
like her
attitude lately. She shouldn't be enjoying this sort of thing.
Belinda
turned and before walking into the hall, flipped her skirt up in
back to
expose her back end to the men. They wanted her. She could tell.
When she
was gone, Sergeant Benson shook his head. "That girl's heading
for trouble.
Did you see how she liked it?" Mr. Walkins nodded. "I tell
ya. There must be
something going on at her home, for her to be like that.
She's just a kid.
How's she supposed to know about sex?"
Mr. Walkins agreed "I think your
right. I'll ask the judge for
permission to investigate her father
first."