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All these stories are a work of fiction and care was taken - no
letters were hurt when they were placed on the page.

Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of my
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.

Every story I write contains CONSENUAL sexual situations between
adults and kids and any other combination that I can think of and
that these stories should not be read by anyone who is either not
old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did. Most if
not all of the stories I write contain explicit pornographic
material; it is not for minors under the age of 18 or
close-minded people.

Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.
described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  None of the following is based on real organisms or
organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.

Here are my thoughts on writing stories for my own enjoyment:

What I write in these stories not practical, not least of all
because a fantasy avoids the mechanical problems of such a
real-life scenario, but the strongest reason of all is the
mindset that it would take to carry out such a thing as what I
write about, which few people (let alone the average girl like
me) could manifest, no matter how much the fantasy appeals to
them on a personal level.

Well, those are my thoughts on the subject. I write stories in
which women are degraded and humiliated, but I don't believe that
I am a bad person, just a bad writer, but you are free to form
your own opinion

Here is hoping that your fantasies continue to thrive as it is a
good thing for people like me to know that I am are not alone,
that other people feel the same way, and that indulging in a
fantasy is not the same as an adult committing vicarious
situations that I write about.

Author's advisory: All these stories that I write about are for
adults only. If you're under-aged or of a closed mind and you
read my stories, your teeth will rot and all your hair will fall
out! This stuff is too mature and sophisticated for you.

Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome
to continue.

Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com

I try to reply to readers who take time to email me.


Codes: fF, gF, F f g racial words, consensual, non-consensual


The Young Girl Club


Dr Julie Swan stepped out of the cab. Her friend Sarah Hughes,
Esq. followed her, they were standing across the street from the
club that was all the rage in the Valley for adult women.


"Well, this is it" said Sarah cheerfully, flicking a lock of
brown hair from her face.


"I am a little nervous about doing this, I mean somebody I know
might see me..." replied Julie, looking about nervously. Across
the street from where the cab had dropped them off stood a two
story large building, built of plain concrete block. The entire
side was broken by only a single door, next to it was a cheap
looking bar with the name `The Kiddies Hangout'. Down a little
further was the `Hairy Lemon' a cheap motel with the parking lot
full of cars and across the street was a sex store with flashing
neon lights proclaiming to have the lowest prices in town, "...It
doesn't look like much of a club"


Dr Julie Swan at 42 years old was a practicing psychologist, well
respected in her field. She had several books to her name, two of
which that made the best seller list called "Love Story: Kids and
the Mother's who love them", and "Double Your Dating Chances with
Little Girls". Now she was working on a new book but needed
research to validate her idea.


Sarah Hughes was an attorney in the district attorney's office.
She was 40 years old and worked in the Woman's Sexual Harassment
Unit. She did have her own practice at one time but the Women's
law school where she graduated had lost its accreditation, her
business dried up and now she was working for minimum wage.

Sarah took her hand and led her across the street, Julie taking
care not to stumble; she wasn't used to wearing high heels. The
employee entrance was behind the building down the alley way a
little ways. In front of the guest entrance was a line of girls
waiting to get in. Young girls who were probably in first or
second grade all the way up to girls who looked to be senior's in
high school. Friday nights were the busiest at the club.


As Sarah and Julie reached the other side, Julie adjusted her
clothes. She wore a simple white blouse and a dark, knee-length
skirt with black stockings, her light brown hair tied neatly
behind her. Sarah was wearing her business suit which consisted
of a short skirt that came mid-thigh and a blue blazer with just
a push up bra underneath.


"Hey ladies, looking for a good time?" one of older teens asked.
Her friends around her laughed.


Sarah smiled at the teen but Julie said, "I'm not really sure
about this can't we do this another night?"


"No, we can't," said Sarah, reaching for the door handle, "You
are doing research and this is one of the best nights to come
here, the girls are horny, the women are hot and everybody is
blowing off steam from the week"


Dr Swan was doing research on why young girls find it exciting
that many of the "sexy" clothes that adult women wear are highly
sexualized versions of clothes that little girls wear. She was
fascinated by the fact that many adult women dress up as sexy
little girls at home and sometimes at work. Her theory she was
working on pointed to both the sexualization and infantilization
of the adult female.


Sarah pulled the door open the door of the employee entrance and
led Julie into the dimly lit hallway that was crowded with
laughing and giggling women and girls. The walls were painted a
light shade of pink. Thumping music echoed through the hall.


A woman stood just inside the door, she was wearing a tight short
pink skirt and a cut off t-shirt that barely covered her breasts.
On the t-shirt were the letters YG. Julie felt herself turn red
under her stare.


"Good evening Mrs Stanton," Sarah said to the woman.


"You two here to dance or work one of the rooms?" she said back,
not taking her eyes off of Julie, "or maybe fresh meat for the
girls?"


Julie gulped and looked at her friend.


"This is Julie, she is a doctor of psychology" she smiled,
pushing Julie closer, "She doing some research so we will
observe"


Sarah turned to Julie, "this is Mrs Stanton. She works for the
school board"


Julie nodded to the woman, nervous as hell.


"Yeah, right, research?"


"Yep." Smiled Sarah


Mrs Stanton nodded, not taking her eyes off Julie. She stepped
back from the entrance, "Enjoy the show, ladies" she said with a
smile.


As Julie followed her friend down the hallway she saw a nude
woman holding up a young girl probably five or six years, the
girl was fully clothed and her legs were wrapped around the
woman's waist. The young girl and woman were kissing and the
girl's hands were playing with the woman's nipples, pinching and
squeezing them.


Along the hallway they squeezed past three semi-nude women
laughing, giggling with some girls that looked like they were
eleven or twelve. She notice one pre-teen girl hand a five dollar
note to one of the women who was laughing and giggling, the woman
took the five and took the girl by the hand and walked down the
hallway.


"Did you know that there is prostitution here?" whispered Julie.


"Not prostitution Julie, a business transaction with consenting
adult women" replied Sarah.


They walked past a woman who was kneeling in front of pre-teen
girl, Julie thought the girl looked ten or eleven, the woman was
wiping tears from her eyes. The girl had her hands on her hips
and a stern look on her face as she stared down at the woman
before her. Julie heard the girl say, "I got 10 dollars from
Mandy so she gets twenty minutes to play with your pussy, mother"


"But I don't want too because she hurts me..." whined the mother.


Then came to the dressing room where women were getting ready for
the stage. They were all laughing and talking. Most of the women
were applying make-up and lipstick, all wore some girlie type
costume, there were women dressed as Bo Peep, Little Red Riding
Hood, and Goldilocks. One woman had a business outfit on with six
inch heels, her hair severely pulled back in a bun. A couple of
women had thong bikinis that left nothing to the imagination,
especially a girl's imagination thought Julie.


A nude woman squeezed past Julie and Sarah, "The girls are rowdy
tonight ladies," the woman said as she waved dollar bills and
showed off her torn costume, "Must a been a hell of week at
school" she laughed.


Finally they came to the main dance floor.


***


Julie bit back a gasp as she looked around the room. There were
four stages around the room, with an attached catwalk that led
into the back. Each stage had a partially clad woman who was
dancing around the steel pole. Teen and pre-teen girls were
sitting around the stages yelling at the women over the music and
waving their money. There was a bar stretched out along the right
hand wall, a number of young girls seated, sipping drinks. The
adult woman behind the bar was serving drinks. She had pink
ribbons in her hair and a small size pasty on each nipple.


Sarah led her to an empty table close to the one of the stages.
Julie hung her jacket over the back of the chair, more than a
little aware of the pre-teen girls watching her.


An almost nude woman came over to their table who was the
waitress. She had long red hair pulled back in a pony tail and
wore a simple white skirt that wrapped around her waist and
barely covered her crotch, white tennis shoes with frilly white
socks and a pink push up bra.


"Hi, Sarah," she said with a smile, "What can I get ya?"


Sarah ordered the sprites for both of them, and the waitress
left. Julie's eyes locked onto the woman's ass.


"See," said Sarah, watching her friend's gaze, "This place isn't
so bad. That by the way is Allie Johnson, she is an eighth grade
teacher. The funny thing here is that Allie almost earns more in
tips here than she does teaching"


Julie turned back and stared into the table, her hands shaking
with nervousness, "I'm really not sure about this."


"Relax. All the women are here for the same reason's"


As Miss Johnson came back with the drinks, Julie couldn't help
ogling the teacher's firm breasts as she leant over to place them
on the table, a much older woman came up to them. Julie had to
admit, she was very attractive; long blonde hair tied up in a
bow, wearing a black skirt that came mid-thigh and a pink t-shirt
that had emblazoned across the front "Women suck". She sat down
at the table and leaned over to Julie.


"So, you must be Dr Julie Swan, read your book, Sarah told me a
lot about you" she said, extending her hand, "I'm Mrs Jean Moore"


"The Mayor?" asked Julie with a shocked expression.


"That's my day job, pleasure to meet you" Jean smiled.


"Pleasure to met you," said Julie, trying to keep her nervousness
out of her voice.


"Sarah tells me this is your first time to our adult woman strip
club"


"Y-yeah," Julie said, "I'm not really sure what to expect."


"Oh don't worry," replied Jean as lights began to flash on stage,
she got up from the table, "I'm sure you'll know what you want by
the end of the night."


Claps and cheers came up from around the club as the next round
of dancers walked on stage. The PA system announcing her as; Mrs
Linda Morrison, Vice President of clothing sales for Skimpy
Clothing on stage one, Julie Ann Betz the manager at the
sanitation department, Mrs Clarke, a homemaker, and Accountant
June Byrd who worked for the school district.


Julie let out a gasp as she looked at Mrs Morrison. The woman
wore a tight, leopard print dress. The lights pulsed on her skin,
as she spun herself around the pole, letting the dress ride up
over her hips, baring her bald sex to the crowd of girls around
the stage.


One girl yelled out, "Way to go you sexy bitch!"


"That girl there in blue shirt is her daughter. She's in the
seventh grade"


Julie took a sip of her drink and watched as the woman slipped
the dress down off her chest, exposing her pointy nipples and 36D
breasts, leaving the dress around her waist. Glancing over at her
friend, Julie saw Sarah was entranced, staring intently as the
woman slid down the pole; her knees spread wide, and began
humping her butt against the steel pole.


"Holy fuck," Sarah murmured, her hand slipping under the
waistband of her skirt, "makes me want to get up and dance"


Julie scanned the room and saw a lot of other girls were in the
midst of pleasuring themselves, and each other.


She turned her eyes back to the Vice President lady, and watched
as she bucked up and down. She was moaning in delight, as she
pushed her sex against the poke, pinching and tweaking her
nipples. The girls around the stage were yelling and screaming
with delight and waving their money.


She suddenly flipped over, onto her back, and with her legs
spread as wide as she could, she rubbed herself off, and her legs
tensing through her climax, her squeals of delight temporarily
blocking out the music.


As Mrs Morrison lay on her back panting, the teens around the
stage pulled notes from their pockets. They lent over the stage
and rubbed them against their wet lips. They then slapped them
against the woman's thighs, and the notes stuck.


Eventually, Mrs Morrison got up, blowing kisses to the crowd,
before slinking off into the back. The other three women were
still dancing.


"Well," said Sarah when the girl had gone, "What did you think?"


"I honestly don't know what to say," said Julie, "I mean, a
mother and all..."


"Well yeah," said Sarah, "That's kinda the point."


"How come she left the stage but the other three women are still
dancing?"


"If a dancer comes while dancing she has to leave, it kind of
cuts into their revenue stream, but each dancer dances for three
songs."


Julie was about to say something else, when the PA came on again.


"And next up on stage one, everyone put your hands together for;
seven year old Angelica Mills and the professor"


"Teacher and girl acts are always a big hit, especially this one"
Sarah said.


The lights flashed on again, only this time they were a lot
softer. The seven year old had golden blonde hair, which had been
tied back in pigtails. She wore a typical schoolgirl's uniform;
pleated skirt, white shirt with tie, knee high socks and shiny
black shoes, the outfit was topped off with a set of furry white
angel wings. The youngster was carrying a bag in one hand.


"Oh my god," Julie heard herself moan, not noticing the smirk she
got from Sarah.


The young girl was pulling on leash, from behind the curtain came
a naked black woman crawling on her hands and knees, "She's a
professor?" asked Julie.


"Yep" replied Sarah as she smiled.


The song started and the seven year old tied the leash to the
pole and walked up to the woman, lifting her pleated skirt she
stepped over the professor's head and started humping her face to
the beat of the music. After about a minute the girl backed off
and went to her bag and pulled out a small whip and started
whipping the black woman on the ass as she danced around her.


The crowd of pre-teen girls went wild, then the song ended and
the youngster quickly took the leash and collar off the woman,
stood her up and went to her bag and pulled out two pairs of
handcuffs, somebody next to the stage pushed a small stool onto
the stage and then a noose came down from the ceiling, the
professor quickly got up on the stood on the stool and placed the
noose around her neck then little Angelica attached the handcuffs
to the woman's wrists and ankles then the music started again.


The girl started gyrating to the music again, dancing around the
black woman.


The young girls around the stage started yelling, "Hang the
nigger, hang the nigger"


Little Angelica kicked the stool out from under the woman and she
swung back and forth.


The girls around the room went wild, some teens were now standing
next to the stage shouting encouragement at Angelica and waving
notes at her.


The seven year old reached into her bag and pulled out a bamboo
cane and started beating the black woman on the ass, legs and
tits as she swung back and forth struggling to breath.


"Fuck me, god damn" exclaimed Julie her hand working her pussy
back and forth, Julie noticed now that most of the girls were now
in some state of undress, fucking themselves with their free
hand.


The music ended and the noose dropped free of the ceiling and the
black woman collapsed to the floor. The seven year old came
around to her and started slapping her face and head as the last
song came on. The girl went to her bag again and pulled out a
twelve inch long pink strap on. The little girl quickly fastened
it around her tiny waist, turned the black woman's ass to the
crowd and proceeded to ass fuck her.


The young girls went crazy, they were throwing notes on the
stage. The song ended and the little Angelica pulled the strap on
out of the woman's asshole and waved to the crowd, most everybody
around the stage started laughing as the twelve inch strap on
obscenely swayed back and forth in front of her. The girl turned
around, got the leash and collar, reattached them to the
professor's neck and walked her off stage.


The PA came again, "Wow, girls, Angelica Morrison and the
professor are always a big hit"


Julie couldn't say anything, she was speechless, so Sarah said,
"hey, there is Mrs Grant and Mrs Nichols waiting to walk out on
stage. I think they are third grade teachers"


Julie just nodded her head, looking in the direction that Sarah
was pointing.


Before the next song started, Angelica came out into the room,
she sat down at the table next to Julie and Sarah, the table had
several girls sitting around it.


Julie stared as the youngster waved a ten dollar note in the air
then snapped her fingers. Three women came over and argued with
each other then one of them grabbed the ten dollar note from the
girls hand and dutifully crawled under the table, the girl slid
back on her chair a little bit then she slid forward on her chair
and lifted her pleated school girl skirt and the woman move her
head between her girl's legs, then the youngster let the skirt
fall down on to her woman's head. The girl seemed to pay no mind
to the woman between her legs as she joined her friends in
animated conversation with each other.


"I know that woman under the table..." smiled Sarah.


"Who is she" replied Julie not taking her eyes from the table
with the woman underneath it.


"She is an attorney in the county real estate office" replied
Sarah, "You see Julie, older women like to be dominated and
controlled by younger girls, especially mothers with young
daughters"


"No shit"


The two third grade teachers swayed onto their respective stages,
Mrs Nichols was wearing a Bo Peep costume, her hips swinging back
and forth to the music, her skirt occasionally flipping up to
expose the tiniest white g-string. Mrs Grant was wearing a
Mother's Mini Mouse costume as she swayed to the music.


Mrs Nichols slowly removed her shirt, undoing each button
agonizingly slow, letting the crowd of girls get glimpses of her
pale skin. She threw it into the crowd pre-teens when she was
done with it. The teacher spun around the pole, her skirt
flipping up again. Julie was fascinated by her fluid movements,
she moved around the stage so confidently for an adult woman. Mrs
Nichols pulled at the little zip on her skirt, and bent forward
as she pulled it down, her round ass facing out into the crowd.
She kicked her leg out, and the blue and white garment spun
through the air, caught by one of the girls at the bar.


Julie didn't notice when Sarah excused herself and got up from
the table, she just watched mesmerized as the woman continued to
twirl around the pole, her too small underwear creeping down her
body. Her panties finally slipped down her legs and she stepped
one foot out of them.


As the woman looked up, she locked eyes with Julie and smiled.
She walked to the edge of the stage, closest to Julie, and stuck
her foot out, her white panties hanging off.


Julie willed her hand to stay steady not wanting to pull the
woman's panties from her foot but a teen reached up and grabbed
them first. Mrs Nichols gave her the sweetest smile and cart
wheeled backwards, landing perfectly against the pole.


She continued dancing, spreading her legs for the girl's
enjoyment. Julie watched, enraptured by this woman, all the while
her hands caressed her crotch.


Julie looked around the club wondering where Sarah had gone too.
She noticed three girls staring at her from the bar. One of them
collected money from the other two then she slid off the bar
stool and walked over to Julie.


Before she knew it the girl was standing next to her, "What's
your name?" she smiled sweetly as she looked down at her.


"Ah, Julie, um, Dr Swan" stammered Julie as the girl ran the back
of her hand up and Julie's cheek.


"Hi, Dr Swan, I'm Aggie, short for Agatha"


"Um, how old are you??" asked Julie. She was distracted by the
young girl stroking the side of her face.


"I'm nine years old" she replied.


Julie didn't know what to say. Here was a nine year old girl
making a proposition to her.


Aggie moved her hand to Julie's right shoulder and started
rubbing and squeezing it, "I have fifteen dollars here from me
and my two friends over there at the bar..."


"Ah, ok"


"Each of us would like to spend thirty minutes with your asshole"
smiled the girl.


"Excuse me?" Julie replied, sweat breaking out on her brow.


 "We would like to spend thirty minutes butt fucking you for
fifteen dollars" the nine year old replied, the smile gone from
her face.


Julie smiled weakly, "Ah, um, you see my ass isn't for sale, I'm
just here..."


"Ok, forget about my two friends then..." the youngster
interrupted, "...how about I pay you five dollars to butt fuck
you for twenty minutes?"


"I don't think you understand Aggie, I'm not here for that"


"Ah come on, Doctor was it? I am known as the best butt fucker
around here..." smiled the girl, "Can even ask the bartender over
there"


"My ass isn't for sale" replied Julie getting very nervous at the
girl looking down on her.


"Suit yourself doctor, you don't know what your missing" the girl
said as she walked away.


***


Sarah sat back at their table as Susan left the stage, smiling
and giving little waves to the teen girls over in the corner.

"Did I miss anything good?" she asked calmly, trying not to laugh
at Julie's stunned expression.


"That last dancer was fantastic," said Julie quietly as she stole
a look at the three girls sitting at the bar. They looked like
they were giggling and gossiping about her.


"I'm glad you like her," replied Sarah, "She is one of the girl's
favorites"


The PA system announced they would be a break for a while, so
Sarah called Miss Johnson over and ordered a couple more soft
drinks.


"When did this place open?" asked Julie when their drinks
arrived.


"Several years ago," replied Sarah, taking a sip.


They continued their conversation and Jean the club manager
walked over, a certain stride in her step.


"Julie," she said, "Would you like a tour of the place? You can
come along too Sarah"


Sarah smiled and pulled Julie to her feet, "Great. Now comes the
good part."


She led a puzzled Julie out through a side door, which led to a
staircase. Upstairs, the club resembled a hotel, with corridors
leading to numerous rooms.


The manager led them down the hallway passing many rooms, the
sounds of feminine moans and groans emanating from within.


They stopped outside a closed door that had a sign on it "Coon
Room". Jean pressed a button on the wall. The shade pulled up
revealing a window that they could look into the room.


"Don't worry, it is a one way mirror" she smiled.


Inside the three women could see a totally naked teen blonde hair
girl standing on one side of the room and black woman on her
hands and knees on the other side. The room was large, there were
several other girls in the room and two other black women. One
black woman looked to be in her twenties, she was in a bird cage
that was suspended from the ceiling, the black woman was perched
on a wooden beam in the cage and eating a banana. The other black
woman was face down on a coffee table with both arms and legs
tied to the four corners.


The blond teen said to the black woman on her hands and knees,
"Come here you little nigger, crawl to me like a good little
doggie" she smiled.


"That's my daughter Maggie" Jean said with pride.


"How old is she?" asked Julie.


"She's twelve years old" Jean said with pride.


"That's it my little nigger doggie" laughed the girl as the black
woman eagerly crawled across the floor. That is when Sarah and
Julie noticed a poodle like tail swinging back and forth from the
woman's anus.


"Who's the black woman?" asked Sarah.


"Some stupid black history professor at the college who does a
show with Angie Mills" smiled the Mayor, "the show you saw
earlier?"


When the black woman was in front of the Maggie she said, "Sit"
and the black woman sat back on her heels and put her hands on
the floor in front of her between her legs and looked up at the
girl.


As the naked twelve year old walked over to an end table, she
looked over her shoulder and said "Stay" then she retrieved a
doggie treat then walked back to the black lady. She patted the
professor on the head and said, "Speak doggie"


The professor barked "Arf, arf"


"Good girl. Now if you're a good little nigger girl I'll give you
this treat" said Maggie as she waved the doggie treat under the
woman's nose, "But first you have to sniff and lick my asshole
just like a real doggie would when it greets its mistress" she
giggled.


The black professor replied, "Arf, arf"


"Ok then nigger doggie, do your thing" the twelve year old
laughed, turned around and stuck her ass out at the woman.


The twelve year old giggled as the professor stuck her face
between her ass cheeks moving her head up and down, "Ooohhh, yes
my little nigger girl, that tickles" laughed the girl.


Jean pointed over to the young black woman in the cage. One of
the girls walked up to it.


"Who's the girl?" asked Julie.


"Amy Burns, fifteen years old and the woman in the monkey cage is
Latasha Black, a 23 year old attorney, she is the daughter of the
black woman licking my daughter's ass and the black woman tied to
the table is the janitor here"


"I thought I recognized the lady in the cage, she is very smart
and an ardent feminist in the office" smiled Sarah.


The fifteen year old said, "Like that banana nigger monkey?" she
smiled as she reached her hand into the cage and stroked
Latasha's pussy.


The black woman in the cage didn't respond to the stroking but
kept eating her banana, "My, my what a good little monkey girl,
everybody should have one like you" laughed Amy, "...If you
remain a good lil' monkey I just might let you eat my pussy..."


"How much did these girls pay for the women?" asked Julie. She
was enthralled with the scene before her.


"These girls paid fifty dollars for these three black women for
three hours" Jean replied.


"Wow, that's cheap" replied Sarah.


"Black women are cheap but these three enjoy the humiliation and
degradation... this is their room and they set up with everything
you see here. Let's move on shall we?" she said as she pushed the
button and the window shade came down.


As the three women continued down the hallway a door opened and a
woman and little girl came out. The girl was fully dressed but
the woman had a thong bikini on and her hands were cuffed behind
her and a pink ball gag in her mouth.


"Hi Mrs Moore" waved the girl.


"Hi Linda, where you going with your date?" smiled the manager.


"Bambi here has been a naughty girl, she came up short on the
money she earned earlier tonight" Linda said as she looked up at
the woman who turned three shades of red, "I am taking her down
the street to the bar and pimp her out to boys, maybe then she
will do proper finance accounting, huh, Bambi?"


The nodded her head and tried to smile thru her ball gag.

"Oh, ok, just remember you paid for an hour with her"


Bambi and Linda walked off down the hallway, "Bambi is the
finance director at the Woman's Bank over in Clanton"


A couple of doors down Jean stop and pushed the button again. The
sign on the door said "Romper Room"


There were twelve girls and twelve women in the room. Another
older woman walked into the room, she had dominatrix outfit on.


"These women volunteered to be abused by these five and six year
old girls so the girls would know how to humiliate a woman. This
part of our whore house program and that is Margie who works for
the county. She instructs the girls" smiled Jean.


"Whore house?" asked Julie as she rubbed the front of her skirt


"The county runs the whore house next door and we train the
little girls. It is a place where women with certain sexual needs
can be degraded and humiliated"


"Oh"


"Our training program is for girls from five to ten years of age.
And the women who work with the girls get a dollar an hour"


"How much do the girls make?" asked Julie.


"A desperate woman will pay upwards of a hundred dollars for
thirty minutes with the little angels"


As the three women were looking four girls were chasing four
women around the room with cattle prods.


"Those cattle prods the girls have are low voltage stingers" Jean
stated.


The four nude women were laughing and squealing each time a girl
poked them on the ass. Over in the corner was a large doll house.
On either side of the doll house were two women, partially
clothed in children's clothes, their hair in pig tails, playing
with Barbie dolls. Both women were talking to the dolls in a
child like voice. Two girls were standing over them, hands on
their hips, instructing the women on how to comb the dolls hair.


Margie walked over to the doll house, "Come on girls give them
encouragement. Remember women perform better when given praises"


In the other corner of the room two youngsters each had a woman
over their knees. They were spanking the women and another girl
had a woman on her knees, her head all the back and the little
girl straddling the woman's face, the youngster was rubbing her
pussy up and down the bridge of the woman's nose. The little girl
was cooing and moaning with each slide down the woman's nose.


Margie continued over to a group of girls who were using floggers
on the ass cheeks of the women they had, "remember to alternate
your strokes girls"


Jean pressed the button on the wall and the window closed, "Come
along"


"Okay," she said, stopping a little further on, "This is your
room Sarah," she said, gesturing to a room on her right, She
opened the door and the three of them walked in. On the floor
were a dozen metal poles attached to the floor, the poles were
twelve inches high with neck clamps. There were various other
devices attached to the floor, the walls and the ceiling.


A pre-teen girl was standing in the middle of the room. She was
wearing a black thong bikini and "Yes Mistress" boots that came
just above her knees.  She was slowly tapping a cattle prod in
her left hand with an impatient look on her face.


"Hi Tiffany, here is your date" chuckled Jean as pointed at
Sarah. "Come Julie let's leave Tiffany to her fun"


As Jean shut the door Julie asked, "How much did Tiffany pay for
Sarah?"


"Ten dollars for thirty minutes"


"Did Sarah agree to this?"


"Of course she agreed, Tiffany propositioned her and Sarah
agreed"


"Oh my. Um, how old is Tiffany?" asked Julie.


"Little Tiffany is eleven years old"


"This is your room Julie." gesturing to the room which was two
doors down from Sarah's.

"My room?" Julie gulped.


"Yes, silly, you have been bought and paid for"


"But I didn't agree to anything" Julie stammered.


"Were you propositioned out on the floor?"

"Ah well yes...but"


"That's what they paid for... your butt" laughed Jean as she
opened the door, "You can pick your money up at the front desk
when your finished here"


"Wait a minute, this isn't right"


"Too late, Julie" she smiled, "Girls here's your date Dr Swan"
and she pushed Julie into the room and shut the door, "Just enjoy
yourself"


The three pre-teen girls were standing in the middle of the room,
naked with strap-on's swinging from their hips.


"Hi, Dr Swan, remember me?" smiled Aggie, "This here is Sandy and
Brenda. We paid fifteen dollars for a thirty minute date with
your asshole"


The three girls advanced on her, "Um girls, I think you got the
wrong idea" Julie replied as she backed herself up against the
wall.


"No Dr Swan, we have the right idea, you just didn't want to play
with us. We would have been so much kinder to your asshole if you
had accepted our proposal. But we realized that you were just
playing hard to get, we like that in a woman"


Sandy and Brenda grabbed both of Julie's arms as Aggie slapped
her face. Momentarily stunned, both girls dragged her over to a
table.


"Strip her girls, but leave the heels on, I like fucking a woman
with her shoes on" laughed Aggie.


As the two girls ripped the blouse off, the buttons went flying,
"Who gets to fuck her asshole first?" asked Brenda.


"I do" smiled Aggie, "You two were to chicken to proposition her"


"Me next" Sandy quickly said.


"Please girls, don't I beg you" whimpered Julie as her bra came
off and her skirt fell from her hips. She tried to twist and turn
trying to break free from the girls.


"Oh we like a woman who squirms" laughed Brenda as she yanked
down Julie's panties.


"No stop, I'll pay you whatever you want, please just leave me
alone" cried Julie.


"Let's get her on the table" urged Aggie, "I can't wait to feel
that asshole wrapped around my strap-on"


The table was low to the ground with wheels. It had a sunken
molded top that would fit a woman on her hands and knees which
would put her at the right height for girl wearing a strap-on.
Brenda grabbed Julie's arms, Aggie grabbed her waist and Sandy
grabbed both legs. All three girls lifted her up at the same time
and plopped her on the table.


"Ah God, please no, please don't. I've never been fucked in the
ass before. Please girls I beg you" cried Julie.


"Shut up doctor and enjoy yourself" smiled Sandy.

Sandy quickly strapped Julie's lower legs and thighs to the table
and Brenda strapped her forearms and wrists to the front of the
table. Julie was now totally at the mercy of the pre-teen girls.


Julie started crying and whimpering begging the girls not to do
it


Aggie walked across the room, "I am going to get a ball gag to
keep this bitch quiet"


Brenda got the lube for the strap-on's and Sandy pushed the table
around the room laughing and giggling. Julie was crying harder.


"Bring the bitch over here Sandy" ordered Aggie.


Sandy brought the table over and Aggie quickly fastened the ball
gag. Now the three girls were standing behind Julie admiring her
asshole.


Aggie poked her finger into her asshole, "Umm, tight this one"
she smiled then formed spit in her mouth and then let it dribble
out onto Julie's asshole. Sandy and Brenda did the same thing.
Then the girls started spitting on her asshole in earnest.


Julie was breathing hard, gasping for breath, waiting for the
strap-on, "MMMfffgg, ummgghh" Julie tried to say.
.
"I wonder what the bitch is saying?" giggled Brenda.


""Who cares" Aggie replied as she took the bottle of lube and
poured some on her strap-on, "Hold the table girls, I don't want
this bitch to get away from me" she said as she lined up the
strap-on with Julie's asshole.
.

With the tip of her strap-on at the entrance to Julie's asshole,
she grabbed Julie's hips to steady her aim then she pushed...
hard.


"AAAAAHHHHH" came the scream from behind her ball gag.

"Ah fuck girls this ass is tight" Aggie laughed as she pulled out
two inches and then pushed forward another three inches, pulled
out two inches and pushed forward another four inches. A couple
of more strokes and the strap-on was fully embedded in her
asshole. The felt pad on the waist band of the strap-on rubbed on
Aggie's clit and she moaned with pleasure.


"AAAAggggghhhh, pleasggggg, uuuummmmggggghhhh" screamed Julie,
tears pouring from her eyes.
.

"Woohoo" screamed Aggie waving her left hand above her head as if
she were riding a bucking bronco, "This is great girls" she
laughed, "I am going to stand here and I want you two to push the
table back and forth on my strap-on"


Both girls were giggling as they pushed and pulled the table onto
Aggie's strap-on. Aggie was groaning as the felt rubbed her clit
in circle motion.
.

"We are raping your asshole Dr Swan and there ain't a damn thing
you can do about it" laughed Sandy.


Julie was crying now but also grunting with each thrust of the
table. "Ok, Sandy, your turn" as Aggie stepped back breathing
hard. Brenda quickly turned the table around so that Julie's
asshole was facing Sandy. She took the bottle of lube and
squirted it onto her strap-on.


"My strap-on is gonna make love to your asshole, bitch" Sandy
said as she lined up her strap-on and pushed forward.


By the time Brenda got her turn Julie was trying to wiggle and
push her ass onto the strap-on's in her ass. The girls laughed
and giggled as they passed the table around. Julie's crying had
stopped and her sobs turned into moans and groans as each girl
did a couple of thrusts then passed her to the next girl.


"Our time is almost up girls" smiled Aggie as she took her
strap-on off and walked to the front of the table, "Your face is
gonna make my pussy cum" she said as she looked down at Julie.


Aggie put both hands behind Julie's head as she started rubbing
her pussy up and down on her nose, "oh fuck me, oh god yes"
squealed the teen.


Slowly at first and then more quickly the pre-teen girl was
rubbing her pussy on Julie's nose, "Yes, yes, yes, ohhhh fuck
yes" Aggie screamed as she came.


Julie was finding it difficult to breathe thru the ball gag as
the girl came on her face. Aggie staggered away from Julie after
she finished and Sandy quickly took her place. In less than a
minute Sandy was cumming but she used the tip of Julie's nose to
tickle her clit as she came. Brenda quickly mounted Julie's face
using her nose to part her labia as she rubbed up and down.
Brenda came in thirty seconds, her cum leaking onto Julie's face.


Just then the timer went off signaling the end of their session.
.

The three girls untied Julie and helped her off the table. Julie
crumpled to floor trying to get circulation back in her legs.


"You see it wasn't that bad Dr Swan" smiled Aggie as she got
dressed.


"Yeah, tell us you liked it" urged Sandy.


"I didn't like it" Julie replied as she took the ball gag off.


"Sure seemed like it to us" giggled Brenda, "Your ass was
thrusting back on our strap-on's"


"Did you like just a little bit Dr Swan?" Aggie said with the
sweetest smile.


Julie looked up at the three girls standing around her and slowly
nodded her head in shame.


"You see I told you girls she would like it" Aggie laughed.


"Tell us Dr Swan, say it" urged Brenda.

"Yes, I liked it" Julie said staring down at the floor turning
three shades of red.


The girls laughed and congratulated each other as they walked out
the door.


The smell of pre-teen's cunts was incredibly intoxicating. She
knew her face was covered with their slime. She felt ashamed but
the softness of those hairless pussies against her mouth and nose
was almost enough to make Julie come.


Julie got up to retrieve her clothes. Her blouse was torn and the
zipper on her skirt came only half way up at least her bra and
panties were in one piece. Her asshole was hurting and she walked
a little funny down the hallway.


Sarah came out of her room, turned and kissed the girl on the
lips, "Thanks, Sweetie, I needed that"


"Anytime Sarah" the girl replied with a smile, "Next time I'll
try you upside down"


"I look forward to it" Sarah replied as the girl shut the door.


"So how was it?" Sarah said to her friend.


"My asshole is very sore" Julie smiled weakly.


"I thought it would be"


"You knew?"


"Of course, silly, I pimped you out to those girls" smiled Sarah,
"I saw you sneaking peeks at those pre-teen's earlier"


"Thanks, with a friend like you I don't need enemies"

"Your welcome and you can keep the money", Sarah smiled, "Have
seen enough of the club then?"


"I think so"


"So," Sarah asked, "What do you think of this place?"


"This club," said Julie, still a little out of breath and walking
funny, "is fucking amazing."


"Thank you for coming to the Young Girl club, come again soon"
the front door lady said as Sarah and Julie walked out the door.


