Desperate Child Ch 5 - Angela 8 years later

This is a piece of fiction.  These events did not happen.  This is a tale 
of consensual sex between adults and under age children.  These events are 
illegal in all states and are not condoned, merely considered.


I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her.   Still tiny, maybe all of 5'1" tall, 
like a fairy princess with flowing long blond hair, swinging around a brass pole 
nearly naked.  I couldn't believe that such an angel could let masturbating men 
look at her exquisite breasts.  Yet there she was.  I thought I would never see 
her again, but there was my little Angela dancing topless in a rundown, two bit 
titty bar.  

I'd just done a five year stretch as a guest of the State of California and hadn't 
seen her since she was, I don't know, maybe 12?  My P.O.  had it in for me ever 
since I refused to fuck her again and I'd been "absconded" for a couple of years 
before they caught me at the bridge trying to get into Mexico.  Straight back to 
prison for doing nothing but trying to get along in life.  

If you've read `Desperate Child' then you know the story of Angela and me.  She 
hadn't visited me in prison, not that I'd expected her to.  Now there she was again.  
Naked for the world to see.  Well, almost naked anyhow.  All she had on was a pair 
of lacy thong panties what barely covered her fabulous little pussy that I had eaten 
so much, fucked so much, worshipped so much when she was 11.   I'd saved her sweet 
ass from a brothel but they'd got her back and damned near killed me for taking her.  

The ten days I'd spent in hospital had pissed my P.O. off royally.  But that doesn't 
matter here, what happened to me is all bullshit.  There was my Angela dancing to the 
heavy bass beat of some song I had heard before.

Have you ever seen a woman so beautiful that she scared you?  Wanted to please her 
so badly that your dick wouldn't stay hard?  That was Angela.  In the years since I 
last was with her, she had barely changed.  A little taller, her tits had become even 
more perfect than I had remembered, now maybe a 30C bra would be just about right.  
She was so tiny.  Her body was almost too perfect, too graceful.  Her legs were no 
longer the pencils they were, but slightly molded, firmer, athletic but still totally 
feminine.  Her perfectly shaped feet, bare and small, ended in pedicured nails, painted 
a light pink.  Her panties barely covered her little pussy, one which I knew was 
cleanly shaved without having to see it, no matter how much I longed to do so.  

Her waist narrowed slightly, her pelvis thrust forward, her pelvic bones prominent as 
she gyrated around the pole, the flashing strobes illuminating her body first one side, 
the other, from below and above.  She flipped off the pole to a full split, her pussy 
inches from the nose of a cigar smoking fat fool at the edge of the stage.  She put her 
hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up, wriggling her ass, inches from his nose.  
He leaned forward to smell her essence.  She laughed and pushed herself up, shoving him 
back to his seat.  She caressed her breasts, her thin fingers pulling on her own nipples, 
pulling them forward, pulling them towards the fat man.  She released them and they 
snapped back on place, a howl coming from the crowd as they rubbed their nasty crotches 
watching her.  

She bent backward, her pussy to the crowd, kicking off to a handstand, her slightly 
bubble butt now the center of everyone's attention as she hand walked to the pole.  
Wrapping her legs around the pole, she pulled herself up, writhing her body upwards so 
her hands grasped its cool metallic strength.  Now erect, she pushed her feet into the 
pole, her perfect ass now in display, the tiny thread of cloth running up to cover her 
asshole barely surviving.  Hanging like that, she reached back and pulled the tiny 
covering to the side to let her admirers see her asshole.  She puckered and unpuckered, 
opening it and letting it close.   The crowd went wild.  Not a man in the place could 
avert his eyes from her anus.  Not a man in the crowd would not have willingly shoved 
his tongue inside her.  

She did a full flip off the pole and stood flat footed in the center of the miserable 
stage and looked at the hungry men before her.  She smiled at each, turning her head 
from on to the next as she began rubbing her pussy.  One man threw a twenty on the 
stage, she nodded at him.  Another, then another.  She nodded at each man who tossed the 
money.  The message was clear.  You want to see my pussy, then pay me.  I'll give you what 
you want, give me what I want.  

Money began piling up before her.  Twenty, maybe thirty guys, each tossing twenties, 
fifties, some offering her hundreds to see her naked.   Angela began gyrating, swaying her 
tiny hips in a full circle, her hand now busily masturbating herself, addicted to the attention.  
The more they yelled, the more money they threw at her, the hotter she became.  Her lacy white 
thong panties seemed almost virginal in their sophistication but now they started coming down.  
She pulled the right side down, making them strain against her body, then the left side.     
She turned, yanking the butt strap out of her ass crack where it had settled, letting the crowd 
of anxious men see that it had been stuck between her cheeks.  Again they howled.   She whipped 
back around, letting her long blond hair spin about her head, covering her face with it as she 
grabbed the front of her panties and ripped the fabric.  Her panties came flying off, flying 
deep into the crowd landing on some fortunate fellow's face where he quite probably ate them, 
I didn't see.  

Angela was naked.  Her feet bare, her cunt on view for everyone to see, her perfect little breasts 
glistening with sweat from the hot lights on her tiny body.  She stood stone still for what seemed 
like an eternity before she began to grind.  Her stance that of a fighter, her feet planted more 
than shoulder width apart, her knees outward, her pelvis thrust forward so everyone could see her 
pussy, Angela was in charge.  No person there knew how many men had put their hard cocks in that 
little cunt; no one there had any inkling that she had lost her virginity as a child.  All that 
consumed them was the then present desire to have her.  Then and now.  To leap up on stage and 
devour what was before their greedy eyes.  
She whirled about, bent down, pushed her head between her legs to look at them.  She reached back 
and spread her cheeks open so they could look up inside her ass.  Again she puckered her little butt, 
let it relax and puckered it again.  Her anal sphincter winked at the men.  The she moved her fingers 
to her cunt, letting one finger slip inside.  Angela could feel her sexual juices as they slowly ran 
down her legs.   The truth is that she would have willingly taken on every man in the place.  Had 
they known it would have been a stampede.

"Give it up for Roxy!" shouted the MC as he stepped from behind the curtain, his bright red blazer 
and matching silk scarf looking totally out of place for such a dump.    "Give her a big hand.  She 
deserves it."  More money floated to the stage.  Angela stooped, grabbed every last bill, did one 
last twirl around the pole, and disappeared behind the curtain.   The howling continued another minute, 
Angela did one last nude curtain call, facing the curtain, she bent forward again and butt winked at 
the crowd.  Then she was gone.

I knew I had to find her again.  This time would be easier.  All I had to do was go backstage.
