Ashley at the Mall chapter 1 (Mg cons)

Written by Janus 


 









   Ashley walked briskly to the entrance of the Mall of America.  It was
a
typically hot day in Minnesota and the instant the twelve year old stepped
from her mom's air conditioned minivan, the humid air formed an oppressive
wall around her.  She had hardly gone a dozen steps before she felt the
beads of sweat break out on her forehead.  By the time she reached the
door, a clingy patch of perspiration formed on her t-shirt beneath her
backpack.



   Before entering the mall, Ashley turned around and looked to the curb
where her mom was still waiting in the minivan, watching her enter.  Ashley
waved at her and stepped inside the refreshing air-conditioned foyer. 
Glancing back through the glass doors, she saw her mom pull away from the
curb and merge into traffic.  "Finally," she thought to herself.



   Like many twelve year olds who yearned for their independence, Ashley
thought her mom was a little too overprotective.  Today, Ashley was just
going to meet some friends at the mall but her mom insisted on knowing who
and where and how long they would be at the mall.  In addition, her mom had
foisted a cell phone on her and made her promise to call if anything went
wrong.



   Ashley had learned to tolerate her mom's demands.  She even learned to
work around them at times.  Like her wardrobe for instance.  Her mom always
policed her clothing and made sure her daughter wore reasonable clothes.

Ashley didn't have a problem with this at first until she found out that
"reasonable" usually meant "boring".  Shorts, sneakers, and a sensible
t-shirt were often what her mother prescribed so that's what she wore today
to the mall.



   But it was also why she immediately headed for the women's restroom the
second she entered the mall.  Stepping inside the stall, Ashley closed the
door and began to take off her clothes.  Opening her backpack, she pulled
out some clothes that she had purchased herself with her own babysitting
money.  Her slightly baggy shorts were replaced with a pair of tight jeans
that the twelve year old had to wiggle into in order to make them fit. 
Next she pulled on a plain white shirt from the Gap that was much more
form-fitting that the t-shirt she had on previously.  Finally she pulled
out a pair of flowered flip-flops and slid them on.  Ashley balled up her
sensible clothes and stuffed them into her backpack.



   Before exiting the restroom, the twelve year old checked herself in the
mirror.  The jeans were a perfectly faded shade of blue that fit nicely
against her butt, emphasizing her subtle curves.  The tight shirt meanwhile
fit her body like a second skin.  Ashley was still somewhat flat for her
age and her breasts were merely angular points on her chest.  She hadn't
yet been able to convince her mom to buy her a bra, but her mother would
insist she wear one if she could see the way the two pointy nubs poked
tantalizingly from the preteen girl's chest.



   Satisfied with the way she looked, Ashley left the restroom.  Stopping
at a bank of electronic lockers, she put away her backpack.  Studying at
her surroundings, she memorized the location so she could remember where
to
retrieve her backpack.  Once certain she wouldn't forget, she went off to
meet with her friends.  She headed for their usual meeting space: the Gap.
Expertly, the twelve year old navigated through the enormous mall with it
endless neon signs and constant throngs of shoppers.  She soon spotted her
friend Laura sitting on a bench outside the Gap.



   "Hi Ashley, what going on?" Laura waved at her.



   Ashley sat down on the bench next to her friend.  "It's okay.  Isn't
Cassie here yet?"



   "She can't.  Her mom grounded her because they got report cards today
and she got a D in English."



   Ashley rolled her eyes.  "That's so stupid.  Who cares about English
grades?  It's summer vacation."



   "Yeah, " Laura agreed.  "Her parents are such jerks."



   "Well, I guess we'll just have to have fun without her," Ashley said,
surveying the mall.



   "Yeah..." Laura said, trailing off.  "Um, actually, I can't stay too
long today.  I have a dentist appointment in an hour."



   "What?" Ashley exclaimed.



   "I forgot," Laura apologized lamely.  "My mom is actually at the mall
right now too and we're gonna meet up again in forty-five minutes."



   "God, that sucks," Ashley complained.  "What am I supposed to do all
day?"



   "But look," Laura said, trying to put a good face on the situation, "I
can still do some stuff with you for a while."



   "Hmmm," Ashley said.  "Want to go to the food court?  I'm starving."



   Laura made a face.  "I'm going to the dentist.  I can't eat anything."



   "Well, just come with me anyway," Ashley told her.



   Laura shrugged.  "Okay.  Let's go."



   The two girls merged into the traffic of people and made their way
upstairs to the food court.  As they walked, Ashley scanned the faces that
passed by them.  Boys their age quickly avoided eye contact but older
teenage boys inevitably looked them over.  Usually they checked out Laura.
Her mom was far less conservative and today Laura wore tight, low-cut jeans
that were a good three fingers below her belly button.  To highlight her
exposed and flat belly, Laura also wore a short tank top that clung to her
developing chest.  Unlike Ashley, Laura's breasts were two apple-shaped
mounds on her chest and her bra straps were clearly visible beneath her
tank top.



   Ashley was used to Laura getting all the attention but she noticed a few
heads turning her way today.  Some cute older boys.  Even some older men.
She felt a blush of pride.



   The two girls arrived at the crowded food court.  Ashley grabbed Laura's
hand and pulled her toward Johnny Rockets, a 50s-diner themed restaurant
and her favorite place.  They found a pair of vacant and stools and sat
down at the counter.  Ashley ordered a Diet Coke.



   "Did you see all those cute boys back there by Express?" Laura asked,
grinning.



   "Yeah, they were okay," Ashley replied.  "I like the guy in the baseball
cap."



   "He was so hot!  I wish I was older so I could date him," Laura sighed.



   "You should just ask him.  I saw him checking you out."



   "Shut up!" Laura giggled, punching Ashley.  The two girls laughed and
whispered as they gossiped.  All the while, Ashley continued to survey the
crowd from time to time.  Most people in the food court were sitting at
tables and eating so no one was paying much attention to her or Laura.  At
one table though, she saw a man sitting alone.  He wasn't eating or
anything.  He simply returned her gaze intently.  Self-conscious, Ashley
looked back to Laura.  When she glanced at the man again, however, he was
still watching her with a fixed gaze.  She turned away again and tried to
resume her gossip with Laura.



   Finally, Laura looked at her watch.  "Oh shit," she said.  "I have to
meet my mom in five minutes at Macy's.  Let's go." She grabbed Ashley's arm
and they slid off the stools.



   The girls winded their way through the food court.  The area past the
restaurants was far less congested and Laura quickened her pace, tugging
Ashley's hand.  Laura was moving so quickly that she turned a corner and
almost bumped into a someone.  Ashley recognized him immediately as the man
from the food court.



   "Excuse me," Laura said hurriedly, not even looking up.  She was about
to continue on when the man spoke.



   "You two girls are very pretty," he said.



   Laura stopped, taken aback.  "Oh..." she said.  "Thanks."



   "Would you mind if I took your picture?" When he spoke, he looked at
Ashley, not even acknowledging Laura.



   "What?" Laura questioned.



   "I think you're both very pretty.  I'd like to take your picture."



   Laura gave him a dirty look.  "Sorry, mister, we're in a hurry.  Come
on, Ashley..." Laura pulled Ashley's hand and they continued walking.

   Ashley glanced back at the man, who was watching them leave with an
emotionless face.  He was middle-aged, probably in his thirties, Ashley
thought.  He was dressed rather well for the mall, eschewing the shorts and
t-shirts that most shoppers wore for a pair of dark slacks and a nice
button down shirt.  His haircut was neat and styled.  If he had a tie and
jacket, he would probably look like a businessman.



   "Geez, what a creep," Laura muttered as the two girls walked.  "He
wanted to take a picture of us!  Does he think we're stupid or something?"



   "I dunno," Ashley said.  "He seemed kinda nice to me."



   "Don't be an idiot," Laura snapped.  "He's probably a rapist or
something."



   Ashley decided not to argue and they walked in silence.  They reached
Macy's where they found Laura's mom waiting.



   "Hi, Mrs.  Sweeney," Ashley said politely.



   "Hello, Ashley," she replied.  "I'm sorry to cut your shopping short.

Do you need a ride home?"



   "Oh, that's okay.  I have a cell phone so I can just call my mom."



   "See you later, Ashley," Laura said.  "Call me tonight, okay?"



   "Okay, see you later."



   Ashley turned and made her way back to the lockers where she stowed away
her bag.  It was on the first floor, she remembered.  And it was next to
.. She couldn't remember.  She sat down on a bench to think hard.  She was
concentrating and gazing at the carpet before her when she saw a pair of
shoes walk up to her.



   "You're not lost, are you?" a man's voice said.



   Ashley looked up.  It was the same man who had asked to take a
photograph of her and Laura.  He didn't smile at her, but she could tell
he
was joking by the way his eyes twinkled and the corners of his mouth turned
slightly upward.



   "No," Ashley replied.  "I'm just trying to remember where my locker is."



   "I see," the man said, sitting down next to her on the bench.  "You're
Ashley, right?"



   "How did you know?"



   "I heard your friend say it."



   "Oh.  What's your name?"



   "David."



   "Nice to meet you."



   "The pleasure is all mine," the man said to her.  "Where did you friend
go?"



   "Laura?  She had to leave.  Dentist."



   "Ah.  Now you have nothing to do?"



   "Yeah, I guess so.  I should probably call my mom and have her pick me
up."



   The man didn't respond to this.  There was an uncomfortable silence for
a moment.



   "Um, hey," Ashley began.  "Um, were you serious when you said... you
know.  You wanted to take a picture of us?"



   "Of course."



   "Why?"



   "I told you.  I think you're very beautiful.  I like beautiful things."



   "Oh."



   "Would you be willing to let me take your picture?"



   "Oh, um, I don't know," Ashley responded, flustered.



   "Please?"



   "Um..."



   "I'll take picture right here in the mall," he offered.  "There's
nothing to worry about."



   Ashley paused, considering.  The man spoke again.



   "And to sweeten the deal, I'll even buy you some new clothes."



   Ashley's ears perked up at this.  "Really?"



   "Really.  I'll take one picture of you now and then I'll buy you a new
outfit.  That I will choose."



   "Hmmm," Ashley reflected.



   "And I'll tell you what: if you let me take pictures of you in the new
outfit, I'll give you $100 that you can spend on whatever you want."



   "Really?" Ashley asked again, not believing her ears.



   "Really."



   Ashley contemplated the situation.  The man, David, seemed nice enough.
They were in a public place so he wouldn't be able to do anything weird.
 A
new outfit and $100 seemed to be an exceptional reward for posing for a few
pictures.



   "Okay," Ashley told him.  "I'll do it."



   "Wonderful," he said, pulling a digital camera out of his pocket.



   "Where do you want to take the first picture?"



   "How about right here, on the bench?"



   "Okay."



   David got off the bench and moved a few steps away.  Crouching down, he
aimed his camera at her and fiddled with a few buttons.



   "That's perfect," he told her.  "You look very pretty, Ashley."



   Ashley smiled and felt her ears redden at his praise.  The flash went
off, temporarily blinding her.  David got up and sat back down on the
bench.



   "Here," he said, handing her the camera, "this is the picture."



   Ashley took the camera and studied the small LCD screen.  The picture
didn't look terribly exceptional.  To her, she just looked like an ordinary
twelve year old girl sitting at the mall.



   "That's nice," she said unenthusiastically.  She handed him the camera.



   He took it and returned it to his pocket.  "You're a very pretty young
girl, Ashley.  I don't understand why you can't see it."



   "It just... I don't know.  Guy usually look at Laura and not me."



   "And why is that do you suppose?"



   Ashley looked at him, uncomfortable at this line of questioning.  "I
don't know.  She has, like, bigger boobs than me.  And her clothes are
better."



   "Better?" David questioned.  "How?"



   "You know, they're like more sexy and stuff." Ashley sighed.



   "Well, Ashley," David said, "I can't do anything about the way your body
is but I can tell you that I think you're an exceptionally beautiful girl."



   She looked into his face.  He looked very sincere.



   "However," he continued.  "I can help you if you want to look more sexy.
I can buy you better clothes.  That was the deal, right?"



   "Yeah..."



   "Well come on, let's go then."



   David walked briskly off toward the main bustling thoroughfare of the
mall.  Ashley jumped to her feet and hurried after him.



   "First things first," David said.  "I notice you're not wearing a bra."



   Ashley glanced down at her chest and blushed.  Her nipples were clearly
visible, poking through her shirt.



   "Don't be embarrassed," David told her.  "I think you look much more
sexy without a bra, but I know young girls would prefer one.  Would you
like me to buy one for you?"



   Ashley felt self-conscious by his forwardness.  But it was true.  She
would feel more grown up and pretty if she had a bra like the older girls.



   David guided her to the GapBody store.  They left ten minutes later,
Ashley carrying a small bag that contained a demi mesh bra in a 32A size.
The process continued as they went to several other stores to assemble
Ashley's new outfit: Express, Abercrombie, Victoria's Secret...



   "Well, Ashley," David said, "I think we're done shopping now.  Do you
want to head into a restroom to change into your new clothes?"



   "Okay."



   "Here," David said, handing her a pen-knife.  "You can use this to cut
off the price tags."



   Ashley headed into the bathroom.  As she did before, she locked herself
in a stall and began to strip, only this time she took off all her clothes
including her underwear.  She shivered a moment.  Even in the stall, it
felt funny to be naked at the mall wearing nothing but her flip-flops.  She
pulled open the bag of clothes.



   She put on the bra first.  Ashley enjoyed putting it on, hooking the
straps behind her back.  Next she reached into the Victoria's Secret bag
and produced a pair of thong panties.  They had to buy the XS size but it
was a real thong panty.  Ashley slipped them on, feeling the thin strip of
cloth run between her butt crack.  The triangle of cloth perfectly cradled
the plump lips of her sex.  It made her feel older to wear this kind of
underwear.



   Next she pulled on a lacy tank top from Abercrombie that fit very
tightly against her young body.  It was a dark maroon that contrasted well
with her blond hair that hung in a ponytail.  Ashley was drawn to this tank
top because of its lacy straps and the semi-sheer material that would
reveal her new black bra.  The tank top was cut short as well, the hem
ending just above her belly button.



   Finally, she pulled out a pair of shorts from Express.  They were very
short shorts with only a two inch inseam.  On top of that, they were very
low rise, exposing her smooth, flat belly.  Ashley wiggled into the shorts
and buttoned them up.  Feeling behind her, she touched the waist of the
shorts.  They were low enough that her thong was visible.  It was perfect.



   Ashley packed up her old clothes into the shopping bags.  She was about
to exit the restroom when her reflection in the mirror caught her eye.  She
looked like a completely different girl.  The lacy and sheer tank top fit
her young body like a glove and her black bra was evident underneath it.

The shorts were very revealing and when she turned around, she could
clearly see the thong rising above the waistband.



   Exiting the restroom, she saw David waiting for her.  The second he saw
her, a wide smile broke across his face.  She blushed as she saw his
reaction.  He was beaming at her with a look of pride almost, like he was
her father or something.



   "Ashley," he breathed, " you look absolutely stunning.  I can't believe
my eyes.  I've never seen a girl as pretty as you before."



   The young girl, unused to such praise, couldn't help from grinning
widely.  She was too pleased to speak.



   David took her by the arm.  "Come on," he said.  "Let's go take some
pictures at Camp Snoopy, shall we?  The lighting is better over there."



   Ashley nodded.  Camp Snoopy was the Mall of America's indoor amusement
park complete with rides and games.  As she walked, she couldn't help but
notice how the teenage boys openly ogled her now as she walked by.  She
almost burst with pride.



   David navigated his way through Camp Snoopy.  He seemed to be familiar
with its layout.  They eventually arrived at a lone bench in a corner of
the amusement park.  The bench was shielded from other people by a dense
and artificial foliage of trees and tropical plants.



   "Have a seat," he told her.



   Ashley sat down on the bench, suddenly uncertain of what to do.  David
pulled out his digital camera again and began snapping pictures.  He began
to coach her, asking her to turn her head slightly, position her hands,
rotate her torso... Ashley began to enjoy herself as he snapped away.  She
felt glamorous, like a fashion model.



   "That's wonderful, Ashley.  Beautiful," David was saying.  "That's right
turn your head towards me, smile... Perfect.  Look up at the light... Close
your eyes a bit... Excellent... Right, now face me... right, relax your
upper body a bit..."



   Ashley pouted and smiled and looked thoughtful for the camera.  She
really liked this feeling.  The twelve year old's poses grew more relaxed
and daring.  Ashley looked over her shoulder and let her hair dangle over
her eyes.  She parted her lips slightly in what she hoped would be a sexy
look.  David reacted approvingly, urging her on.



   "That's beautiful, Ashley, just beautiful."



   Next Ashley sat facing him with her knees together but her feet spread
apart.  David smiled at her and continued taking pictures.  Feeling naught
suddenly, Ashley let her knees open up just an inch or two.  David didn't
seem to notice for he just kept taking pictures.  She let her knees open
a
little more.  She knew the shorts were so short that she was being a bit
revealing, but the preteen girl didn't care.  Ashley stole a quick glance
at David's pants and noticed an unmistakable bulge in his crotch.  The
sight of it made her heart skip.



   "That looks great, Ashley," David told her as he eyed her up and down.
Then he added, "Just like that.  Don't stop."



   Ashley felt a tingle of excitement run up her spine as she let her knees
open wider.  David kept taking pictures.  The young girl continued to inch
open her legs until she was spread wide open before David.  Sitting up
straight, she placed her hands on her hips and pouted her lips into a sexy
expression.



   David stopped taking pictures a moment.  She saw one eye peek out from
behind the camera.



   "I can't believe how sexy so you look like that, Ashley," he said in a
husky tone.  "My God!  It's incredible." His eyes lingered between her legs
for a second before disappearing behind the camera again.



   Ashley glanced down at herself briefly to see what he was looking at.

Her parted legs revealed a clear shot of her crotch, the loose leg holes
of
the shorts revealing her black underwear beneath.  She reached down between
her legs to adjust the center of the shorts that bisected her crotch. 
Accidentally, her fingers brushed her body and she was surprised to feel
her skin against her finger.  The thong panty, which was a size too big
since she was so young, had ridden up and the thin triangle of cloth no
longer covered her crotch area.  Instead, there was now just a thin strip
of cloth that ran between her vaginal lips, the folds of smooth skin
tantalizingly cradling the cloth.



   So that was what David was seeing.  And taking pictures of.  The thought
made Ashley feel dirty and excited at the same time.  She felt some
moisture start to form between her legs.  They were at the mall and someone
could turn the corner at any moment and see her exposing herself to this
man with a camera.  For some reason, the idea of getting caught only made
Ashley feel even more wet between her legs.  Boldly, she pulled aside the
crotch of her shorts, allowing David an unencumbered view of her entire
crotch.  She saw him swallow hard as he disappeared behind his clicking
camera again.



   As he continued taking pictures, Ashley let her hands wander up her
chest until they reached her undeveloped breasts.  She stroked her nipples
through the mesh shirt and bra for a moment, looking directly into the
camera.  It felt thrilling to act like this in front of the camera. 
Reaching under her shirt, she pulled the bra straps off her shoulders so
they hung free on her arms.  The extra slack allowed her to inch her bra
lower.  Ashley eyed the bulge in David crotch again.  She watched as one
of
his hands rubbed the bulge for a brief moment.  The twelve year old girl
realized he was almost jacking off in front of her.



   The thought only provided fuel for Ashley's exhibitionist mood.  With
a
final tug, she pulled her bra lower until her nipples were clearly visible
through the sheer mesh top.  With one hand, she reached inside the tank top
to pinch and massage her nipple.  She watched as David hand returned to the
bulge in his crotch.  She could see the outline of his penis through the
material of his pants as he stroked himself.  Returning her other hand to
her crotch, Ashley found the thin strip of thong between her vaginal lips
was completely soaked.  She was about to pull it aside and start fingering
herself when she heard voices from around the corner.



   Hastily, Ashley sat up straight on the bench and pulled her bra straps
back onto her shoulders.  David quickly put away his camera and sat down
next to her on the bench.  She had just shifted her bra into place when a
woman with a stroller and two kids came around the corner.  Ashley tried
to
look normal and simply smiled at the woman, who apparently suspected
nothing.  They watched her disappear around the corner.



   Ashley sighed.  David looked at her.



   "I guess we should stop," he said.



   "I guess so," Ashley replied reluctantly.



   "You did a very nice job for me," he told her.  Reaching into his
wallet, he pulled out several bills.  "Here.  I said $100 but I'm giving
you $150."



   Wide-eyed, Ashley took the bills from him.  She had never held so much
money in her hands.  Abruptly, David stood up.



   "I have to go now," he explained.  "It was a pleasure meeting you,
Ashley." And then he himself disappeared around the corner without another
word.



   Ashley blinked.  If it weren't for the cash in her hands and the new
clothes she wore, she might have thought the whole episode was a dream. 
She counted the money in her hands.  Seven twenties and a ten.  All for
letting a man take pictures of her.  And moreover she enjoyed the
experience of being naughty in front of a camera.  Ashley reflected on the
incident for a moment before heading off into the main mall concourse to
spend her money.


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Ashley at the Mall chapter 2 (Mg cons)

Written by Janus 






   Ashley returned to the Mall of America the very next day after her
encounter with David.  She had followed the same routine as always:
bringing along a change of clothes so she could switch from her mom's
sensible clothes to something more to her own tastes.  Today she was
wearing clothes she had purchased with the money David paid her: a pair of
tight yellow shorts that hugged every crevice of her body and a lace-up
white shirt that was open almost to her belly button.

   Ashley had informed her mom that she was meeting friends again, but the
reality was that she was at the mall for a solo trip.  She had confidence
now.  She ignore the high school boys although they were openly gawking at
her now.  A few even made comments to her but she had bigger fish to fry
now.  Instead she looked to the older, adult men at the mall.  Some were
with their wives or girlfriends, but she noticed that the bulk of them were
aimlessly wandering the mall.  Some appeared to be on lunch break, some
were unemployed, and some were clearly there for the eye candy.

   Ashley was walking by the arcade when she spotted a man wearing a
business suit.  Slowing her pace, the twelve year old gave him ample time
to look at her.  Out of the corner of her eye, she knew saw him look her
up
and down, devouring every inch of her preteen body.  While true that she
didn't have much to show off, she was quite an exhibit regardless.  The
yellow shorts cupped her skinny butt, emphasizing her slender tanned legs.
The front of the shorts hugged her crotch so well that her plump vaginal
lips were enticingly visible through the thin material.  Meanwhile her
breast buds sometimes poked free from her lace-up shirt depending on the
direction and angle of the observer.

   As he passed behind her, Ashley pretended to drop her purse.  Bending
over to pick it up, she pushed her butt into the air, letting it wiggle
slightly in front of the businessman.  With a forced clumsiness, she kicked
her purse as it landed, spilling the contents onto the carpeted mall floor.


   "Here, let me help you with that," the businessman said as he stopped
to
help her pick up her things.

   "Thanks," Ashley said gratefully as he handed her a few items.  He was
wearing a dark suit and a nice red striped tie.  His curly, brown hair hung
neatly yet flippantly over his ears.  He looked quite young, probably in
his late twenties or early thirties.  Ashley smiled at him.



   "Are you having fun at the mall today?" he asked her?



   "Kind of," Ashley replied.  "I wanted to find a job because I wanted
more money to buy clothes.  But everyone says I'm too young to work."



   "That's too bad," the businessman said.  "How old are you, anyway?



   "Twelve."



   "Really?" the businessman said, surprised.  "I thought you would be a
couple of years older at least.  I never met such a pretty twelve year
old."



   Ashley smiled at him, pleased that her outfit made her look so good. 
"So," she said, "what are you doing here today?"



   "I'm just going to see a movie," he said, gesturing toward the theater
floor.  "I thought I might go see the new Matrix movie again."



   "Really?" Ashley said.  "I wanted to go see that too but no one will
take me."



   "Well," the man said, considering a moment, "would you like to go with
me now?  My treat."



   "Okay," Ashley said.  They began walking to the movie theater section
of
the mall.  On the escalator up to the fourth floor, Ashley spoke.



   "I'm Ashley, by the way."



   "Pleased to meet you, Ashley," the man said.  She noticed he didn't
offer his name.  That was fine, she decided.



   As they approached the ticket booth, Ashley slipped her arm into his.

He didn't react adversely, aside from stroking her hand for a moment.  The
movie was scheduled to start in two minutes so they quickly bought their
tickets and headed for the theater.  Since it was a weekday matinee, the
theater was completely empty.  Ashley and the businessman settled into
their seats just as the previews began.



   Just as the movie began, Ashley excused herself to go to the bathroom.
Trying to move past the businessman, Ashley groped his upper thigh for a
moment, pretending to be unable to see.  To her delight, he responded by
placing his hands on her hips to help her get past him.  Exiting the
theater, the twelve year old mulled over her next move.  She didn't really
care about the movie since she had already seen it and the man didn't seem
terribly interested in it either.

   On her way back into the theater, Ashley undid the lace-up part of her
shirt, letting it hang loosely on her skinny twelve year old frame.  She
walked back up the aisle to the row where the man sat.  As she squeezed
past him again, her shirt fluttered open, revealing her developing breasts
underneath.  She wasn't sure how much he could see in the darkened theater
so she lingered for a moment in front of him.  Pretending to be blinded,
she groped at him again, this time pressing her hand fall just to the side
of his crotch.

   Ashley settled into her chair again.  She set her hand on the armrest
and the businessman began to stroke it.  The young girl felt excited by the
contact.  She had never made out with anyone in a theater before.  She was
thrilled that an older man would be so attracted to her.

   Even then, it was quite a surprise for her when the man guided her hand
over to his lap where he closed her fingers around something warm and hard.
Ashley was shocked.  In the darkness, he had pulled out his penis without
her knowing it.  And now in the empty theater, she was jacking him off.

   The tempo of her breathing increased rapidly.  She had never touched the
male organ before although she and her friends had often talked and giggled
about it.  But now she was touching a real male penis, long and thick in
her small hand.  It was very warm to the touch.  She let her fingers run
along it, exploring the hard shaft and tip.  Ashley wished she had more
light so she could examine it more closely.

   Her hand traveled lower until it touched the sack of skin at the base
of
his penis.  That must be his balls, she thought to herself.  She caressed
the length of the businessman's penis again, squeezing it experimentally
at
various points.  Ashley noticed that his breathing become heavier and more
labored.

   Sighing with pleasure, the man wrapped his hand around hers.  From his
instruction, she learned to grip his entire shaft with her fist.  Then he
showed her how to move the skin up and down over his hard penis.  Ashley
could hardly believe she was jerking off this older man in public.  He took
her other hand and showed her how to caress his balls.  Ashley felt herself
getting a little wet as she jacked him off.

   After a few minutes, the man's hips were moving slowly in time with her
motions.  His was moaning softly as well.  Ashley watched, fascinated, as
this stranger got closer and closer to coming.  She scrutinized his face
as
the different masks of passion passed over his visage.

   Suddenly his penis twitched rapidly in her hand.  A moan escaped his
lips, "Oh God, Ashley... ooohh Ashley, don't stop, don't stop..."

   The preteen girl was elated to hear this grown man moan her name and be
so completely under her control.  He moaned again and his penis pulsed, hot
in her hand.  She felt a few drops of wetness fall on her hand, and then
even more wetness as some fluid dribbled down the length of his shaft onto
her thumb and forefinger that gripped his penis tight.  He finally stopped
pulsing in her hand, but she didn't let go.

   She watched as his breathing slowly returned to normal.  He pulled a
handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the fluid from himself and her hand.
Ashley let go of his penis and sat back in her chair.

   "That was incredible," the man said softly.

   "Really?" Ashley asked.  "I've never done that before."

   The businessman sighed.  "Well, you should definitely do it more often."
He pulled his wallet out of his jacket pocket.  Thumbing through some
bills, he presented her with a pile of cash.

   "What's this for?" Ashley said, taking the money.

   "You said you were here looking for a job.  Since you didn't find one,
I
thought I had better compensate you for a job well-done." Ashley watched
as
he took a long, loving look at her chest which was still visible through
the unlaced shirt.  "I've got to go though," he told her.  "I have to get
back to the office.  You can stay and enjoy the movie though." And he got
up and left.

   Ashley watched him leave.  The movie still played on, although she paid
no attention.  Remembering the cash in her hands, she quickly counted it.
All twenties.  Ten of them.  $200.  Pocketing the money, Ashley got up to
leave the theater, not forgetting to lace up her shirt again.  Exiting the
theater, the young girl headed for her favorite stores spend her money.


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Ashley at the Mall chapter 3 (Mg, cons)

Written by Janus 





   Ashley returned to the Mall of America the very next day.  Her mom
finally put her foot down and told Ashley she would have to take the bus
if
she wanted to go to the mall every day.  She gave her daughter enough money
to purchase a 30-day bus pass which Ashley promised no to lose.  The young
girl didn't mind taking the bus since it gave her a greater sense of
independence.



   Aside from Ashley's apparent obsession with going to the mall, her mom
suspected nothing out of the ordinary.  Ashley betrayed none of her mall
activities at home, happily chatting with her parents over dinner about the
mall, summer sports, TV shows...  Moreover, her daughter was dressed just
like any other regular twelve year old girl so her mom had no reason to
believe she was exposing herself to a stranger with a camera or giving an
unknown man a handjob in a darkened movie theater.



   Once inside the mall, Ashley ducked into a restroom to change her
clothes.  Today she wore a simple white ribbed tank top that clung tight
to
her lithe preteen body.  Her breast buds poked temptingly through the
cotton top while the cool, air-conditioned mall hardened her perky nipples,
drawing all the more attention to her chest.  Her shorts were also a pure
white that was predictably snug against her bottom.  The shorts were made
out of spandex which allowed them to conform to every curve of her body.

Her butt cheeks were neatly cradled by the stretchy material, so skin-tight
that it was as if she was wearing nothing at all.



   More importantly, however, the crotch of the shorts was so tight that
Ashley displayed a perfect little camel toe.  The white spandex followed
every curve of her plump mound, with her eye-catching slit at the center
of
attention.  The pure white of her clothes contrasted well with her lightly
tanned skin.  With her skinny frame and knobby knees, she was already every
lolita-lover's dream but now she had surpassed even that.  Pleased with the
way she looked, Ashley confidently exited the restroom.



   The reaction was immediate.  Everyone was stealing glances or openly
staring at this young preteen girl dressed in virginal white as Ashley
walked through the mall.  The boys surreptitiously stole glances while the
girls looked at her with jealousy or disgust.  Even grown women raised
their eyebrows and tut-tutted as Ashley strolled through the mall
concourse. She felt her heart swell with pride at the attention.  But what
interested the young girl most, of course, was the men who smoothly gazed
at her.  She had developed a preference for these older and mature men.



   She had stopped to study a mall map when a man approached her.



   "Hello, miss," he said.  "You're dressed quite pretty today, aren't
you?" Ashley blushed at his praise.  He was an older man, probably in his
forties.  Like the other men she'd met, he was dressed in a conservative
suit and tie.  Although he was balding, his hair loss was happening in a
very graceful and distinguished manner that seemed to complement his
dignified attire.  Ashley smiled at him.



   "Thank you." She also decided she liked this straight-forward nature in
men, no beating around the bush or hemming and hawing.  The man had come
straight out and told her she looked nice.



   "Are you just shopping today?" he asked her.



   "Yes, I just came by myself to have fun," Ashley said, slightly
embarrassed all of a sudden.  "But I think I might head to the food court
to get something to eat."



   "Well," the man said, "would you like to join me?  I wasn't going to the
food court but I wanted to eat lunch at Ruby Tuesday."



   He was referring to one of the sit-down restaurants in the mall.  Ashley
had never been there before.  "Okay," she said.  They began walking.  "My
name is Ashley, by the way."



   "How do you do," the man said formally.  "My name is Jules Brandt."



   "Nice to meet you, Mr.  Brandt," Ashley said politely.  He didn't object
to be referred to in such a formal matter.  Ashley assumed that's the way
he wanted to be addressed.



   They arrived at the restaurant and were seated immediately.  The wait
staff seemed to be familiar with Mr.  Brandt and they led him to a darkened
booth in the corner.  Ashley felt a little out of place in such a fancy
restaurant.  The dimly lit room was illuminated by small candles on the
tables while a thick carpet muffled their footsteps.  The tables were
elegantly set with fine silverware and dishes, with elaborate floor-length
tablecloths draped over each table.  Since it was the weekday lunch hour,
the restaurant was sparsely numbered with other customers.



   Mr.  Brandt slid gracefully into the circular corner booth.  Ashley
followed his example, taking great care not to yank at the long tablecloth,
lest she pull it and all the tableware onto the floor.  The waitress
brought them glasses of water and two menus.



   "Tell me, young Ashley," Mr.  Brandt said, sipping his water, "do you
always dress like this when you come to the mall?"



   Ashley felt embarrassed again.  She didn't know why it kept happening
around this older man.  "Well, usually, yes," she replied.



   "And why do you do that?"



   Ashley paused a moment.  Why _was_ she dressing like this?  After
thinking a moment, she said, "Because it makes me feel pretty."



   Mr.  Brandt smiled at her.  "Indeed it does.  Do the boys notice when
you dress so prettily?"



   "No.  They're usually too shy to do anything but stare."



   Mr.  Brandt nodded gravely.  "I see.  That is often the case with young
boys."



   "There's the older men, though," Ashley began.  "They're usually
nicer... Much nicer."



   A smile formed on Mr.  Brandt's face.  "Nicer?  How?"



   Ashley blushed again.  "I don't know...  They're just nice to me.  I
don't know."



   "And you enjoy it when these older men are...  nice to you?"



   Ashley nodded.



   The waitress returned at that point.  Ashley hastily flipped through the
menu while Mr.  Brandt asked for the usual.  She decided to order a
grilled-cheese sandwich.  The waitress nodded and left.



   Mr.  Brandt watched her leave.  "Ashley," he said, "you look like you're
shivering over there.  Why don't you come sit closer to me?"



   Ashley blinked.  She wasn't cold at all, nor had she shivered. 
Nonetheless, she slid herself over the smooth vinyl of the booth and moved
closer to Mr.  Brandt, who put his arm around her.  He pressed his nose to
the top of her head, sniffing her hair.





   "Ah," he sighed.  "There's nothing like the fresh scent of a pretty
little girl."



   Ashley smiled.  With his free hand, Mr.  Brandt caressed her bare
shoulders for a moment.  Ashley shivered, but not from being cold.  A
little nervously, she cast her eye about the room.  The restaurant was
largely empty.  A few diners lingered across the room but there was no one
within fifteen yards of their booth.  No one paid them any attention.



   Mr.  Brandt continued stroking her shoulder for a moment before creeping
his fingers to her chest area.  Ashley held her breath and watched as his
fingers began to fondle her budding breasts through the cotton tank top.

Gently, he tweaked her nipples, rolling their hardness between his fingers.
The little preteen girl whimpered softly as the man touched her chest.



   Pulling her closer to him, Mr.  Brandt quickly slipped his hand below
the table.  Without hesitation, he slipped his hand into the elastic waist
of her tight spandex shorts.  Spreading her legs to offer him better
access, Ashley slouched a little lower in the vinyl booth.  She was
surprised that she was so wet already for Mr.  Brandt's finger slid
smoothly through her hairless slit.  She sighed as his finger found her
clit and began to massage it in firm, confident strokes.  A buzz of
electricity tingled her young body as the older man skillfully caressed her
pleasure button.



   Ashley saw their waitress appear across the room, carrying a tray and
heading for their booth.  "Um, Mr.  Brandt," she murmured, "the waitress
is...  coming..."



   "Shh, just be still," he whispered in her ear.  His finger continued to
rub her in a delightful manner but Ashley felt alarmed because the waitress
was quickly approaching.  But Mr.  Brandt still didn't let up.  Biting her
lip, Ashley willed herself to maintain a normal expression.  Her hands
gripped the tabletop desperately.



   The waitress arrived and began setting out the dishes.  Mr.  Brandt just
smiled at her sweetly as continued fondling the preteen girl at his side.
Ashley's breath was ragged but she fought to maintain a neutral expression.
Just as the waitress was about done setting the dishes, Mr.  Brandt dipped
lower and plunged his finger up to the second knuckle into the twelve year
old girl's unsuspecting vagina.  Unable to contain herself, Ashley gasped
loudly from the sudden intrusion.



   The waitress looked at her and frowned.  "Is everything all right," she
asked, concerned.



   "Uh, ooh, yes," Ashley grunted.



   "Thank you," Mr.  Brandt added.  Confused, the waitress nodded and left
them alone.  Once she was gone he slid his finger out of Ashley and
redoubled his efforts on her clit.  The twelve year old gasped as he
increased the pressure against her pussy mound.  It never felt this good
when she did it herself.  Mr.  Brandt's experienced fingers were pushing
her close to an orgasm in the restaurant.  The thought of coming in a
public place sent a thrill of pleasure through the young girl.  She was
naughty, she was dirty for letting this old man, this stranger touch her
in
such a public place.



   Ashley gripped the tabletop tighter as her orgasm approached.  She
clutched the table so hard that her fingers were a pale white.  Knowing she
wouldn't be able to contain herself, Ashley buried her face against Mr. 
Brandt's shirt, pressing her nose against his chest.



   "Ohh, ohh Goddd..." the twelve year old moaned as her clit spasmed.  The
orgasm washed over her like a warm ocean tide, enveloping her entire body
in a sweet haze of pleasure.  "Hnuh, nuh, uh...  ooohh..." she moaned as
her noises were muffled against the older man's chest.  Her senses slowly
returned to her and she loosened her grip on the tabletop.  Lightheaded,
she pulled her face from Mr.  Brandt's shirt and sat back against the cool
vinyl booth.  Her face felt flushed.



   Mr.  Brandt gently extricated his hand from her tight spandex shorts.

Ashley watched as he brought his finger, shiny with her juices, to his
mouth and sucked his finger clean.  "Delicious," he told her.  "You're
every bit delectable as you look." He took her hand and moved it to his
crotch where his pants were tenting.  Closing her fingers around his
hardness, he said, "Ashley, get under the table."



   Ashley blinked, not sure if she had heard correctly.  But Mr.  Brandt
gave her an imploring look so she nimbly slid underneath the table.  It was
dark under there since the floor-length tablecloth completely masked the
table.  She watched as Mr.  Brandt undid his pants and zipper.  Then the
preteen girl saw her second adult penis is as many days.  She was surprised
to see he wore no underwear.



   Above her, she heard Mr.  Brandt murmur softly, "Your mouth.  Use your
mouth."



   His penis protruded from his undone pants, still only partially hard.

Ashley hesitated a moment.  She had never done this before.  Opening her
mouth, she let the tip of it slide in.  Her lips closed around his head and
she tentatively let her tongue caress the male organ in her mouth.  It
tasted a bit like sweat, a sort of sweet and salty flavor, although the
scent was very masculine and unlike anything she had ever known.  Closing
her fist around his shaft, Ashley began to stroke like the man in the
theater taught her yesterday.  Her efforts were rewarded by the hardening
and lengthening of the penis before her.



   Soon Mr.  Brandt grew to his full length.  Ashley stroked his smooth
shaft as she gave an experimental suck on the penis tip in her mouth.  Mr.
Brandt moaned softly from beyond the tablecloth.  Ashley enjoyed this
feeling of giving an older man pleasure.  It gave her a sense of power and
control.  She liked the way his hard penis felt as she moved her fist up
and down his shaft.



   She heard another request from above the table.  "Lick my balls," he
directed her.



   Ashley complied.  Pushing his hard cock up so it lay flat against his
belly, she moved her head closer to the sack at the base of him. 
Cautiously, she extended her tongue and lightly traced her tongue on it.

Mr.  Brandt sighed.  Bolder now, she licked at the somewhat pebbled skin
of
his sack, letting her tongue bump against the two globes inside.  Mr. 
Brandt's hands were also under the table now and they began to hold her
head and caress her face and hair.



   Ashley let her sweet, preteen lips close gently around his testicle and
sucked.  Mr.  Brandt's cock lurched in her hand and his fingers closed
tight around her head.  "You are so incredible, Ashley," he breathed.  "So
incredible..."



   Proud, Ashley moved back to his hard cock, this time letting more of it
slip into her hot, wet mouth.  The young girl expertly jacked the man off
as her other hand continued to massage his sack.  Mr.  Brandt's hands
suddenly gripped her head tighter than ever and he pulled her preteen mouth
harder onto his cock.  Ashley felt it reach the back of her throat and she
did her best to relax her gag reflex.  Suddenly, the hard cock in her mouth
pulsated several times.  She knew what was happening.  A stream of fluid
erupted from Mr.  Brandt's penis as he came, holding her head tight against
his crotch.  Having no choice, Ashley swallowed, having only a brief chance
to taste his semen before it slid down her throat.



   Once his spurting and pulsing stopped, Mr.  Brandt relaxed his grip on
her head.  Ashley felt his penis soften in her mouth.  She sat back and
watched as he tucked his ever-softening penis back into his pants and
zipped himself up.  Then she slid back up onto the booth, savoring the cool
fresh air above the table.  Mr.  Brandt smiled at her.



   "Very talented, Ashley," was all he said.



   Her grilled-cheese sandwich was cold by now, but she ate it anyway. 
They finished the meal in silence.  When the check came, Mr.  Brandt handed
the waitress a credit card but he kept his wallet out.  Thumbing through
some bills, he said, "Thank you, Ashley.  I believe in rewarding
excellence. So for you..." He fanned out five $100 bills and laid it out
before her on the tablecloth.



   Ashley was stunned.  "For me?" she said wonderingly.



   "For you."



   She picked up the bills.  $500!  She had never seen one $100 bill
before, let alone five.  The waitress returned with the bill, so Ashley
quickly tucked away the cash.  Mr.  Brandt signed for the bill and then
they both got up to leave.



   "Well, Ashley," he said as they strolled along the mall concourse, "I
certainly hope to run into you again someday here at the mall.  It's not
every day that one meets a young girl as beautiful and talented as you."



   Ashley blushed at his praise.  "Thank you," she said shyly.



   He took her a hand and squeezed it.  "Goodbye, then," he said.



   "Bye." She watched him head for the mall exit.  Opening her purse,
Ashley confirmed again that there really were five $100 bills in her
possession.  They were still there.  The twelve year old girl felt grown
up. For having so much money on the one hand.  And on the other hand, she
was having sexual encounters with older men.  Young Ashley was growing up
indeed.






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Ashley at the Mall Chapter 4 of 4 (Mg, cons)

Written by Janus 







   Ashley turned her head to look up and down the empty mall concourse She
was getting impatient.  Since her mother refused to drive her to the mall,
Ashley was forced to take the bus which picked her up fifteen minutes late.
And then upon arriving at the Mall of America, she found it virtually
deserted.  After wandering around the mall for half an hour, she saw mostly
old ladies and women with strollers.  Giving up, she finally parked herself
on a bench outside of Abercrombie.

   It was too nice outside, that was the problem, Ashley thought. 
Everyone's outside spending time in the sun instead of being at the mall.
Ashley wished the mall was full of people because she missed having people
look at her.  She missed all the strangers staring at her and eying her
young body.  It made her feel proud.

   She was wondering if she should just go home when she saw a man walking
down the concourse, window shopping.  He was dressed completely in black,
with slacks and a long sleeve shirt despite the hot weather.  It wasn't
until he came closer that Ashley noticed the white collar around his neck.
He was a priest, she realized.

   Modestly, Ashley crossed her legs.  She felt a slight twinge of shame
for dressing like this in front of a holy man.  Today she wore a tight
black skirt that ended a good three inches above her knees, paired with a
tight black tank top.  She had opted not to wear a bra today but
inexplicably she now wished she had.  Suddenly shy, she nervously pushed
a
lock of her blond hair behind her ear.

   "Excuse me," the man said.  "Do you have the time?"

   "The time?" Ashley repeated.  "Oh sure...  it's 11:30," she said
checking her cell phone.

   The priest nodded at her.  "Why are you at the mall today?" he asked.

   Ashley blushed a minute, thinking of the real reason she had come to the
mall.  "Oh I don't know," she replied vaguely.  "I just wanted to go
shopping..."

   "I see," he said, gazing at her.  Ashley felt a little uncomfortable by
his penetrating gaze.  He was a very tall and solidly built man with dark
blond hair that framed his face and square jaw.  She looked away but when
she glanced back, she saw that he was looking at her chest.

   "My name is Caleb," he said, introducing himself.  He extended a hand.

   "I'm Ashley," she replied, shaking his hand.

   "How old are you Ashley?"

   "Twelve."

   "Ashley," Caleb said, "let me be blunt with you.  I'm part of the Youth
Ministry Intervention Program at my church.  My job is to find kids,
troubled kids, and give them guidance."

   "Oh."

   "Do your parents know you're here at the mall today, Ashley?"

   "Yes..."

   "Do they know how you're dressed?  Did you leave the house wearing those
clothes?"

   Ashley blushed.  She felt embarrassed for offending this man, even
though she didn't know him.  "Um, no..." she replied truthfully.

   He nodded, studying her intently.  "I see a lot of girl like you,
Ashley," he told her.  "Girls who made bad choices when they were younger
and now they're pregnant or on drugs or kicked out of their homes.  They've
been raped and abused and assaulted.  Is that what you want to happen?"

   Ashley thought a minute, contemplating what would happen if any of those
things happened to her.  "No," she answered.

   "I can help you," Caleb said to her.  "Why don't you come with me back
to my van and I can give you some pamphlets and phone numbers?" He took her
by the shoulder and Ashley found herself standing up.

   "It's just over here in the parking ramp," he told her.  They began
walking toward one of the mall exits.  "Don't worry, there's no obligation
of any sort.  I just want you to know that help and support exists if you
want it."

   As they walked, Ashley considered the things she had been up to that
week.  She thought about when David took pictures of her in Camp Snoopy and
how she had been naughty, spreading her legs so he could see between her
legs.  Then there was the businessman who had let him touch his penis in
the movie theater.  And finally Mr.  Brandt who made her take his penis in
her mouth in the restaurant.  Ashley hadn't really given any serious
thought to what she had been doing.  All she knew was that it made her feel
good and special to do these things.  And plus she always got money
afterwards.

   They exited the mall and began walking up a flight of stairs in the
parking ramp.  Caleb was probably right, Ashley thought to herself.  If she
continued doing this, she would probably get into a lot of trouble.  But
at
the same time, she felt conflicted.

   "But I felt like such an older person when I did those things," she
mused.  "It was like being a teenager!  And it felt good, too, when Mr. 
Brandt was touching me in the restaurant." Even the thought of it sent a
shiver of pleasure down her spine.

   They arrived at Caleb's van.  He unlocked the door and climbed in. 
Ashley waited while he rummaged through a box of papers.

   "Come on in," he called over his shoulder.  "Have a seat.  It might take
me a minute..."

   Ashley climbed into the van.  It was a little bit darker in there since
they were in the parking ramp, but there was enough available sunlight for
her to see clearly.  It had quite a roomy interior, especially since some
of the seating had been removed.  All that remained in the van was a long
seat at the rear, two swivel chairs, and then the driver and passenger
seat. Ashley sat down on the long seat at the back of the van.

   "Here we go," Caleb said, producing a manila envelope.  He sat down in
the swivel chair and turned it so he could face her.  "There's a lot of
information in here.  Phone numbers, informational meetings, and so on."
He
handed her the envelope.

   Ashley took it.  "Thank you."

   "Ashley," Caleb began.  "I can't help but notice that you didn't seem
surprised when I approached you.  This wasn't the first time a man
approached you in the mall, was it?"

   She looked at him bashfully, wondering if she should tell the truth. 
"No," she said softly.

   Caleb sat back in his chair.  "No, I didn't think so.  Not with the
clothes you're wearing.  I can see your nipples poking through your shirt
and I'm sitting all the way over here." He grinned at her.

   Ashley blushed deeply and folded her arms over her chest, trying to hide
the blossoming buds on her chest.  Caleb laughed at her.

   "Now, now, I'm a man of the cloth, there's no need to be ashamed in
front of me.  Take your hands away now, that's it.  The female form is a
beautiful thing, particularly on a young girl whose body is developing and
changing in ways she doesn't understand."

   Ashley willed her arms to move back to her sides.  She was still
uncomfortable, especially when she saw how he stared at her chest when he
spoke.

   "Sit up straighter, Ashley," he told her.  "Let me see your chest."

   Shyly, she straightened her back and pushed her chest out slightly. 
Caleb nodded in approval.

   "Beautiful indeed.  Such demurely developing breasts, just sharp little
points on your chest."

   Ashley flushed at his comments, but out of a combination of pride and
embarrassment.  She saw him flick his eyes up and down her body.  Then he
spoke again.

   "Tell me then, Ashley.  What have you done when you've met these men at
the mall?"

   Ashley hesitated a moment.  Seeing her hesitation, he spoke again.  "You
don't need to feel shy.  You must tell me if I am to help you."

   "Well," she began.  "There was this one man that took me to the movie
theater."

   "And then what happened?"

   "He...  let me touch him," Ashley said, embarrassed.

   "You mean you touched his penis?"

   Ashley blushed and looked away.  "Yes..."

   "Did you like it?  Tell me the truth."

   "Yes..." Ashley said, biting her lip.

   "I understand," Caleb told her.  "It's natural, especially at your age,
to feel curious about the opposite sex.  The problem is when you do it with
people who are harmful to you, do you understand what I'm saying?"

   Ashley nodded.  Caleb continued.

   "I've spoken to many young girls.  They've told me stories about
pedophiles who have molested them, made them do things they didn't want to
do.  Then there's child prostitution where the girls do sexual things for
money.  Have you ever done anything like that?"

   "Well, yes..." Ashley admitted.

   "Why?"

   "I wanted the money," she said truthfully.

   Caleb nodded.  "I've known girls who'll expose themselves for say, fifty
or sixty dollars.  And then it goes on.  One hundred to touch.  Two hundred
for a oral sex.  Even more money for intercourse.  But you can't do that
anymore, do you understand?"

   "Umm, okay," Ashley agreed.

   "Why the hesitation?"



   "I was just thinking about the money."

   "You need to learn to break the cycle, Ashley.  You need to learn to
reject the money." Caleb leaned forward in his seat.  "We can do a lesson
right here.  Do you want to?"

   "Okay."

   "First," he told her, "we have to identify your cycle and how you
approach the situation when someone offers you money.  To do that, we have
to do some role-playing.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes."

   "All right, we'll pretend I'm one of those men you met in the mall.  Now
I'll offer you money to do things and then you'll have to do it."

   Ashley blinked.  "But just pretend do it, right?"

   "No, no," Caleb shook his head, "we have to make it realistic to break
the cycle so I will be offering you real money and you will be acting it
out in real life."

   "Oh," Ashley said, taken aback.

   "But you'll get to keep the money," Caleb reassured her.  "And then
later, we'll do the role-playing again but we'll try to keep it clean. 
This way you'll understand the difference between the rewards of greed and
virtue."

   "Oh, ummm..." Ashley hesitated still.  She felt uncomfortable with the
priest's proposal.  Wasn't the entire point to stop misbehaving?

   "Look here," Caleb said, pulling out his wallet.  He opened it and
thumbed through a thick stack of green bills.  "Just to prove to you that
I
do indeed have the money."

   Ashley thought a moment.  "What harm could it do?" she thought to
herself.  He wanted to help her.  And she would even be getting some money
out of it!  She might even get enough to buy a whole new outift.  It was
too tempting to resist.

   "Okay," Ashley agreed.  "What do you want me to do?"

   "I'll give you ten dollars if you lean back and spread your legs," Caleb
said, handing her a ten dollar bill.  Ashley took it and put it in her
purse.  Then she leaned until her back rested again the seat and slowly
parted her legs.  She watched as Caleb's eyes zoomed to the area between
her legs.  She knew her skirt was short enough so that he could see the
plain white underwear she had chosen to wear today.

   Caleb continued to gaze for a few seconds before speaking again. 
"Ashley," he said quietly, "I'll give you twenty dollars if you take off
your top." He held out a bill.

   Ashley paused.  She glanced out the windows of the van.  Caleb had
parked the van in a corner of the parking ramp and the spaces around them
were mostly vacant.  The mall entrance was a good fifty yards away and the
nearest car was about the same distance.  Besides, this was part of a
lesson to help her behave.  She reached out and took the twenty.

   A little nervous nonetheless, Ashley's heart skipped as she tugged her
skinny arms through the armholes of the tank top.  All her previous
encounters had taken place in relative privacy but this time she was in a
van with windows.  Biting her lip, she pulled the top over her head.

   Ashley shook her head to free her ponytail from the shirt.  She sat up
straight now, letting the pointy nubs on her chest stand proud while
keeping her legs spread so her underwear was visible.  She looked back at
Caleb to find his eyes were still roaming her preteen body.  He gazed at
her perky, immature for a long moment before his eyes traveled down her
slim torso with her perfectly flat stomach.  Ashley watched his eyes move
lower down her body, pausing at the hidden treasure beneath her white
underwear and then moving on to her skinny legs and knobby knees.

   "He seems to be enjoying giving the lesson," Ashley thought to herself
as she spied the telltale bulge in Caleb's pants.  He was starting to
breath heavier as well.  She watched as he reached into his wallet again.

   "Another twenty dollars if you remove your underwear, Ashley."

   She didn't hesitate, instead she took the bill and added it to her now
full purse.  Leaning back again, she raised her rear off the seat and hiked
up her skirt so she could reach her underwear.  She saw Caleb's eyes remain
glued to her crotch as she presented it to him.  Hooking her thumbs into
the waistband, she pulled her white underpants off in a smooth motion.  She
tossed her underwear onto the seat next to her discarded tank top.

   Caleb was now leaning forward, his eyes devouring every inch of the
hairless crotch that was thrust out before him.  In the middle of the puffy
lips of her labia, her darkened slit parted slightly to reveal her
undeveloped inner labia, the thin lips barely formed but glistening with
a
hint of moisture.  Ashley remained in this position for a long minute,
letting Caleb gaze between her legs.

   "Ashley," Caleb said, "do you ever masturbate?"

   Ashley nodded.

   "I'll give you fifty dollars if you masturbate for me." He counted out
two twenties and a ten.  Ashley stuffed the bills into her purse.  Reaching
down with both hands, Ashley slid her hands down her smooth tummy and over
her black skirt, still hiked up around her waist.  She caressed her legs
for a moment before letting her fingers wander towards her inner thigh. 
Finally, she moved a lone finger between her legs and dipped it into the
opening of her vagina.  Collecting some moisture, she ran her finger up
towards her darkened slit, enjoying the feeling as she brushed her immature
clit.  It was such a delicious feeling that Ashley continued to rub her
clit in a lazy circle, feeling the electricity build inside her.

   She watched as Caleb's gaze remained glued to her crotch.  He still
leaned forward, eagerly watching her every move.  It made Ashley feel sexy
to see this grown man so obviously turned on by her.  In her previous
encounters, she hadn't had this level of privacy and it was exciting to
expose and touch herself like this.  Not taking her eyes from the priest,
Ashley continued to stroke her baby clit with her middle finger while her
other hand moved down to the entrance to her vagina.  Her index finger idly
probed the young depths of her girlhood.  Beads of sweat were forming on
Caleb's forward.  Gently, she slid the finger into her warm hole, letting
her twelve year old vagina suckle her digit.

   Ashley moaned softly, partly from the pleasure of touching herself but
also from seeing Caleb's expression as she slid her finger into her wet
hole.  The priest's face was the look of pure lust as she penetrated
herself.  Ashley began to slowly slide her finger in and out.  She had done
this often before but she always took great care not to hurt herself since
she was still a virgin and didn't want to lose it to her own finger.

   The penetration, combined with her playful clit manipulation, began to
have its desired effect.  Ashley's back spasmed and arched as her touches
sent shocks of electricity through her body.  The young twelve year old
girl took a deep breath, relishing the sexual energy flowing through her
preteen body.

   His eyes still roaming her body, Caleb leaned back in his chair.  Ashley
watched as he fumbled with his pants and zipper.  Totally turned on, she
watched as he pulled his penis out from his slacks.  The twelve year old
gazed at his organ, now familiar with male anatomy after her encounters at
the mall.  His hard penis stuck straight out from his body.  Her eyes drank
in every detail: the thin blue veins along the shaft, the large purple
helmet, the little slit at the tip of it.

   "Ashley," he said, stroking his erect penis, "I'll give you one hundred
dollars.  If you let me put my penis in your vagina."

   Ashley wasn't expecting this.  Oral sex was one thing.  Intercourse was
quite another.  "Oh.  Ummm, well..." she hesitated.

   "Two hundred, then."

   "I don't know..." Ashley said, her fingers no longer pleasuring herself.
"What if it hurt," she thought to herself.  "I've only put my finger in
there and it's tiny compared to his..."

   "All right, Ashley," Caleb said, getting impatient.  "Four hundred
dollars.  That's my last offer."

   Four hundred dollars was a lot of money.  But still...  Although she had
been bold before, Ashley felt a little nervous and scared about losing her
virginity.  "Umm, it's not that I don't want to...  do...  that," she
stammered, "It's just that, you know, I'm kind of..."

   "Five hundred dollars," Caleb said, a hint of fire in his eyes.

   "I don't know..." Ashley said.  "Couldn't we just do other stuff
instead?"

   Caleb closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.  She noticed that he
never stopped fisting his penis.  "All right, Ashley," he said, not opening
his eyes, "if that's what you want."

   He stood up, stooping since the van's ceiling was too low for him, and
pulled off his pants.  Ashley watched as it bounced up and down with his
movements.  Once he finished removing his pants, he quickly unbuttoned his
shirt, revealing his muscular chest and arms.  Naked now, he moved over to
where she still sat, legs sprawled open.  Kneeling down before her, he
moved one hand between her legs.  His thumb sought out her little clitoris
and found immediately.  Ashley bit her lip as he began to massage it
firmly. "It feels so much better when someone else does it," she thought,
recalling the time with Mr.  Brandt.

   "Does this feel good, Ashley?" he asked.

   "Yes..." she responded.

   "Good," Caleb said.  And then, without warning, he slapped her across
the face.  Hard.

   Ashley's initial reaction was shock but then her nerve endings responded
and the pain flooded her body.  She lifted a hand up to touch her cheek but
Caleb responded by slapping her with his other hand.  She screamed.  The
force of the blow knocked the preteen girl onto her side.  Tears welled up
in her eyes.

   "Wh-what are you doing?" she screamed at him.

   "I'm going to put my penis inside your vagina," Caleb told her
forcefully.  "Whether you let me or not doesn't matter.  But I can make it
more pleasurable for you if you cooperate." So saying, he spread open her
legs.

   "NO!" Ashley yelled back at him.  She tried to kick him away, but he was
holding her legs.  Squirming in the seat, Ashley managed to twist herself
out of his grip.  She tumbled from the seat onto the floor.  Getting up
quickly, she tried to back away.  Caleb was too quick however and caught
her by her wrist.  She tried to pull away and hit him with her free hand.
The grown man was too strong for her however.

   Ashley sucked in her breath as he punched her in the stomach.  The tears
rolled down her face as she fell to her knees.

   "I pulled my punch that time," Caleb told her.  "Try anything again and
I won't hold back." He rolled Ashley onto her back, pushing her skirt back
up around her waist.  Kneeling before her, he spread her legs and
positioned his penis at the entrance to her vagina.

   Ashley wrapped her arms around her aching tummy as she gazed at this man
before her, poised to take her virginity.  Her vision was still blurred by
her tears but she could clearly see his muscular body leaning over her. 
She felt him rubbing his penis against her pubic area, spreading her now
evaporating moisture against his hard organ.

   "P-please..." Ashley begged, "I don't want to.  I'm a virgin..."

   Caleb smiled at her, and now she saw the evil cruelty in his expression.
"I know," he said.  And then he thrust into her.

   Ashley screamed.  The pain from his punch was nothing compared to this.
With one powerful thrust, he had ripped through her maidenhood, stretching
her vagina wider than it had ever been before.  His massive penis was
buried to the halfway point inside her.  Her instinct taking over, Ashley
tried to wriggle out from beneath Caleb but he caught her wrists and pinned
her down.

   "How does that feel, little girl?" he asked her.

   "Pleeeeease," Ashley implored, "take it out!  It hurts!  Please..."

   Caleb withdrew a bit, giving Ashley a moment of relief, but then he
thrust forward again, penetrating her deeper.  The twelve year old screamed
again.  Her dry vagina clasped tightly around the intruder that painfully
tore her open.  Ashley clenched her eyes shut but tears still trickled out
down her cheeks.  Caleb began to move in and out of her.

   "Do you like that, Ashley?" he teased her.  "Do you like my cock fucking
your little pussy?"

   Ashley was unable to respond, her senses overwhelmed with pain as he
sawed in and out of her.  Feebly, she tried to fight him but his strong
arms still held her down.  She was helpless.

   Caleb was now fucking the preteen girl in long, authoritative strokes.
She moaned each time he buried his penis fully inside her.  She could feel
him hitting something in her lower abdomen and it only added to her pain.
Each stroke felt like sandpaper rubbing against her raw insides.

   "Are you ready for something different now, little girl?" Caleb asked
her.  "Because I am.  How about a little doggy-style?" He pulled out of her
completely.  Before she could react, he flipped her over onto her stomach
and raised her up so she was on her hands and knees.  Holding her tightly
around the stomach, he let his penis brush against her clit.

   "I'm gonna fuck you 'til you scream," he whispered into her ear.  So
saying, he slid into her again with a powerful thrust.  Ashley moaned from
the pain.  He began to fuck her energetically now, pumping into her with
abandon.  The twelve year old tried to will away the astonishing throbbing
pain.  She closed her eyes but even then she saw stars as her brain nerves
prickled with the stinging between her legs.

   Still, it wasn't quite as painful as that first thrust when he broke her
hymen.  Ashley soon realized why as she felt a some fluid dribble down her
leg.  Looking back, she saw a thin trickle of blood running down her thigh.
"My blood is lubricating his passage," she thought grimly.

   "Yeah," Caleb whispered in her ear, "how does it feel when I fuck you
hard like this?" He thrust so hard his body smacked into her butt, pushing
her forward.

   "Aaaahhh, oh, ow, ow," Ashley screamed, her fingers digging into the
hard linoleum of the van's floor as she felt the priest's penis drive into
her.  The preteen girl gasped in pain as he repeated the move, withdrawing
and barreling into her, jolting her entire body forward.  His hands closed
around her skinny hips, holding her immobile while his penis ravaged her
young body.

   "Yeah," Caleb said, pumping faster, "oh yeah, you've got a hot little
pussy, Ashley.  A real...  hot...  and wet...  little...  cunt..."

   Ashley heard him curse as he thrust faster and faster.  And then she
felt it.  His penis contracted and expanded inside of her, and she felt a
creeping heat spread throughout her vagina.  His semen, she thought.  He
ejaculated inside me.  The twelve year old imagined the thick, ropy fluid
she had seen when watching a dirty movie at her friend Laura's house. 
That's what's inside of me.

   Caleb groaned loudly as he thrust into her one final time.  Ashley took
a tiny breath as her torn tissues had a chance to recover.  Without a word
the priest pulled his penis out of her, a clingy trail of blood and semen
following him.  Ashley collapsed on a heap on the floor of the van. 
Rolling over slightly, she gazed at his penis covered with her blood.  It
was too much for the young girl.  She passed out.

   When she came to, Ashley found herself still lying on the van floor
although the vehicle was moving.  She didn't move.  Instead she replayed
the events in her mind.  Was it true?  Had she really been raped by this
priest?  She looked down at her body and winced.  Her skirt was still hiked
up in bunch around her waist and her stomach still hurt.  She moved her
legs a little bit and found her private parts were quite tender.

   The van stopped moving.  Then the engine was turned off.  Ashley slowly
sat up as Caleb, stooped low, walked back to her.  He was fully dressed
again.  Squatting down in front of her, he watched her impassively for
moment.

   "Well, Ashley," he said to her.  "Did you learn a lesson today?  Are you
going to dress up like a slut and go to the mall again?  Tempting men with
your young body?"

   Ashley didn't look at him.  "No..." she said softly.

   "Good," Caleb said.  "Because if you do," he reached between her legs
and shoved one finger into her tender and throbbing vagina, "this is what
will happen."

   Ashley winced as he fingerfucked her for a few seconds.  Gasping, she
felt more tears come to her eyes.  Finally, he withdrew his finger.  He
tossed her shirt at her.

   "Here," he said.  "Put this on.  I looked in your purse and found your
address.  We're parked down the block from your house."

   Ashley put her shirt on as he slid the van door open for her.  Limping
from the burning pain between her legs, Ashley managed to exit the van. 
The door slid shut.  Grimacing, she hobbled onto the sidewalk until she was
at the passenger side window.

   "Wait," she croaked.  "You still have my purse.  And my underwear."

   Caleb, sitting behind the wheel, laughed at her.  "Well, Ashley, just
to
make sure you get my point, I'm keeping your purse.  And your underwear
will be my trophy for today.  I helped you."

   "But what about the money in my purse?" she protested stupidly.

   "It was mostly my money anyway," Caleb scoffed at her.  "Now you better
get on home."

   Before Ashley could protest further, the van pulled away from the curb.
She began the slow, painful walk home.  As she limped along, her mind
thought about the unfairness of everything that had happened.  At least he
could have returned her purse without the money, she reasoned.

   By the time she reached her house, Ashley was taking tiny steps to avoid
the pain.  In addition, a trickle of semen was running down her leg so she
had to get inside and clean up before her mom saw her.  Sneaking in, the
twelve year old safely got upstairs to her bedroom and got ready to shower.

   After she was done, Ashley wrapped a towel around herself and went into
her bedroom.  Reaching into her secret hiding place, she pulled out all the
money she had been saving.  Forty-five dollars.  "Just enough," she thought
to herself, "just enough to buy a new bus pass."

   The End

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   I apologize if the violence was a little jarring.  If you're a Buffy
fan, you should have known it would happen if the priest's name was Caleb.
The Ashley series ends here but I have more mall stories planned.  Check
back!



