" Orange Touque 2 "

By Orestes

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   We try to look as legitimate as we can, but it's 
difficult. In this part of the city, the only steady 
businesses are hydroponics stores and pawn shops. They 
provide a lot of our customers, in fact. Marty spends 
most of his days making court appearances. He's the 
only lawyer at the firm. The rest of us are, well, 
pretty much not qualified to prepare a will, but we're 
all the help that Marty can afford.
   I don't suppose he really needs to keep all of us on 
the payroll, but no one is going to tell him that.
   Poor Marty. He still believes in justice. He's like 
a little boy who never quite figured out that Santa 
Claus was a lie. Every day, he goes to court hoping to 
make a difference. I don't know how he keeps it up.
   He's not much of a lawyer, really. He works hard, 
but he can never seem to get ahead. To be perfectly 
honest, half the problem is that he lets me handle the 
firm's books. By the time I've taken my  share, he 
practically works for free.
   Not that he makes the kind of money that a high 
priced attorney can charge anyhow.
   So, we have to come up with creative ways to bring 
in some money. 
   Tess practically runs a telemarketing office from 
the front desk. The law firm pays the long distance, of 
course. Chilli, who does all of the investigation work, 
keeps her desk full of treats for the local junkies. 
Her prices are a bit high, but when they're desperate, 
they don't argue too much. 
   And me, well, I just keep my eyes open for 
opportunities. In the city, there are always 
opportunities.
   " Hey Jo, there's someone here to see you, " Tess 
called from the front desk. I popped my head out of my 
office door. 
   Not your usual visitor to the office, but in this 
part of town, I'm never surprised. The girl looked 
homeless. She shuffled her feet nervously in the 
waiting room. 
   " Hi there, I'm Joanne, " I approached the girl, and 
held out my hand. " What can I do for you today ?"
   She shook my hand weakly.
   " Um, the lady at the welfare office said that you 
might be able to help me. "
   " Yes. Maybe I can. Come on in to my office. "
   Upon first entering my office, you might think that 
I was actually a lawyer. There are a couple of official 
looking diplomas framed on the wall, and bookshelves 
full of legal references. As I said, we do try to look 
legitimate. This is the office that most of our clients 
see first, when I do the preliminary meetings. A closer 
look at the diplomas would show that I'm a proud 
graduate of a college bookkeeping program. The 
makeshift law library was purchased second-hand from a 
failed law office, and was already years out of date 
when we got them.
   I motioned for the girl to sit down across the desk 
from me.
   " What's your name ?" I asked her, as I rummaged 
through the desk drawer for my tape recorder.
   " I'm Kara, " the girl told me.
   I placed the tape recorder onto the desk, and hit 
the record button. She looked nervously at the device.
   " Don't worry, Kara. I'm only recording our 
conversation to cover my own liability. I need to make 
sure that you understand all of the legal implications. 
"
   That was a load of shit. I didn't want any evidence 
of my involvement at all. I make the tapes because the 
buyer likes to hear the girls before making a final 
decision. Hell, he'd want a video tape if I had the 
equipment.
   " Okay. "
   " So what kind of a deal did you hear about from the 
case worker ?"
   The girl's face flushed red. The girls who were 
referred to me for this kind of work always seemed a 
little unprepared. But, hey, that's why we recruit them 
from the welfare office anyhow, so that we can get 
these girls when they're most vulnerable.
   " Well, she said that if I did whatever you wanted 
for a few months, that you would pay my expenses, and 
make sure that the baby was healthy, and that you'd 
give me a cash bonus after I have the baby. Is that 
right?"
   " Sort of, " I explained to her. " Except, first of 
all, it isn't me that you would be working for. It 
would be a client of mine. In essence, you would sign a 
service contract to perform sexual acts at the request 
of my client and his friends. At the end of your 
service agreement, you get the fifty grand. "
   I wanted to give her a moment to think about what 
fifty thousand dollars would mean to her. I found that 
it was always the best method of getting these girls to 
sign up. Just let her think about what that kind of 
money will do for her and her child. To give her a 
moment to think, I changed subjects.
   " Now Kara, " I said, flipping open my notebook. " 
I'm going to assume that you're at least nineteen years 
of age. Don't say anything... I just need you to affirm 
that you're of legal age to sign the contract, 
otherwise I can't consider you as an applicant. "
   Another load of bullshit. Even if this was a legal 
contract that I was preparing, which is most decidedly 
was not, I wouldn't be off the hook by simply having 
her affirm her age to me. Anyone could see that this 
girl was nowhere near nineteen. I'd give her fifteen 
years... maybe sixteen on the outside. 
   The point here wasn't to write a legal contract. It 
was to make the girl *think* that we were preparing a 
legal contract, and to make her eager to adhere to the 
contract, for fear of losing the bonus.
   " Just sign this form to affirm that you are of 
legal age, and we'll get on with the details, " I slid 
a form across the desk to her. Kara signed the document 
without reading it. Good. A desperate girl. She'd be an 
easy one to sell.
   I took a moment to look her over. The buyer often 
gives me a bonus of my own if he is pleased with the 
girl I deliver. I share a portion of the bonus with 
whichever welfare worker refers the girl to me. This 
one would be a good bonus for sure.
   The girl was nice and young, just the way the guys 
liked them. She was a cute little thing too, although a 
bit unkempt from her time on the streets. She lugged 
around this big old backpack, and was bundled into a 
few layers of clothing. On her head was a silly orange 
wool touque. Very cute. It gave her a little girl 
quality. The touque was frayed from her time on the 
street, and looked like it might originally have had 
some tassels or something hanging from the side. They 
hadn't survived. 
   She was probably a nice, clean-cut girl before going 
out on the streets. Cute face, nice white teeth. She 
had big brown eyes that dodged nervously around the 
room as I inspected her signature on the form.
   If there were any justice in the world, she would 
still be at home with her parents. As I said, though, 
there's no such thing as justice.
   " I want to make something clear to you Kara, " this 
is where I began to lower the boom. " My client isn't 
paying you fifty grand out of charity. You're going to 
have to earn the money. My client operates an exclusive 
club for wealthy men. A lot of these men have specific 
fetishes. In this case, he's looking for a pregnant 
girl. "
   " Especially over the last three months of your 
pregnancy, these wealthy men will pay my client a lot 
of money to have sex with you. These guys might pay up 
to a thousand dollars a pop to keep you for an evening. 
Obviously, at those prices, they expect the very 
highest quality, and you'll have to be willing to do 
exactly what they want. Do you catch my meaning ?"
   Kara nodded her head slowly, and then paused.
   " Well, I'm not sure... exactly what will they want 
me to do ?"
   Second thoughts maybe ? Maybe she had more brains 
than I thought. But I wasn't worried. In the end, the 
fifty grand would lure her. It was always the same. The 
bonus represented a way out for her and her child.
   " Before I get into the terms and conditions, I need 
to make sure that you're the kind of girl my client 
will want. He's gonna want to see pictures. As I said, 
these guys will expect top quality. Why don't you take 
off your clothes, and we'll begin. "
   I began to rummage through the desk again, this time 
looking for my Polaroid camera. Kara was watching me, 
and wasn't making any move to take off her clothes. 
   " Did you hear me, Kara ? You'll need to get your 
clothes off. "
   Shy girl. Her face was going red. She would need 
just a little nudge in the right direction.
   " Listen up, girl, " I said in a firmer tone. "Don't 
waste my time. You can't afford to be shy with these 
guys. You're going to have to be ready and willing. 
Don't try to play the good girl here. You wouldn't have 
been knocked up in the first place if you were innocent 
and pure. If you walk out of here because your too shy, 
where are you going to go ? You'll be whoring yourself 
on the streets within a week. Wise up. "
   The girl was surprised by my change in demeanour, 
but it certainly did the trick. I went back to looking 
for the camera while Kara slowly began to shed her 
outer layer of clothing. I found the camera in the 
lower drawer, and snapped a test shot towards the girl. 
She practically jumped out of her skin.
   She had nothing to worry about, as it turns out. The 
camera was out of film. Fuck. The buyer wouldn't be 
pleased if I didn't get some good shots.
   Kara was down to her underwear now. The young girl 
had a fantastic body, despite the fact that her 
pregnancy was clearly showing. From the bulge of her 
belly, I guessed that she was in her fourth month. 
Everything else about her body had the firmness of 
youth. Her milky white skin was unblemished. As an 
afterthought, she pulled off the silly touque, 
revealing an unkempt head of auburn hair.
   I was stewing. This girl was worth a bonus, and I 
was blowing it by not having film in the camera. I hit 
the intercom to Chilli's office.
   " Yeah. "
   " Hey Chill, you mind bringing a camera in here ? I 
need to take a few pictures. "
   She had some really nice equipment for her 
investigations. All paid for by good old Marty, of 
course.
   Kara stood awkwardly in her undies as Chilli 
wandered into the room with a camera. The tall black 
woman had seen me interview girls before, and wasn't at 
all surprised by Kara. She gave the girl an appraising 
look, and then set the camera down on my desk.
   " If you want to stick around for the interview, 
you're welcome to, " I offered.
   " Sounds like fun, " said Chilli, sitting herself 
down in a chair beside the desk.
   Kara's face went a darker shade of red now that two 
women were watching her. Her hands were crossed in 
front of her crotch, even though she was still wearing 
her panties.
   This time, when I snapped a test shot, the camera 
made a satisfying mechanical sound.
   " Good. Now take off the rest, Kara. "
   The cute girl bit her lower lip and then reached 
back to unsnap her bra. I startled her with a photo as 
her firm little tits were revealed. Sweet. The 
wonderfully round breasts were capped with the kind of 
puffy pink nipples that I know guys drool over. 
   Next, she bent forward to pull her panties down. 
Again, she crossed her hands shyly in front of her when 
she stood up.
   " Turn around, " I instructed. I got a couple of 
good shots of her tight behind as she turned for me.
   " Okay now, sit down again. "
   The girl seemed relieved to take her seat again, and 
not be standing naked in front of us. Her relief didn't 
last for long.
   " Now raise your legs onto the arms of the chair 
Kara, I want to get a few good shots of your pussy. "
   Her eyes jumped from me to Chilli, and then back 
again. Neither one of us gave her any sympathy. I 
readied the camera as she slowly brought up each of her 
legs, exposing herself totally.
    I knew that Chilli would enjoy this part of the 
show. She often took partial payment from street 
junkies with sexual favours, and she didn't much care 
whether the junkie was a male or female. I doubt that 
she ever had a girl this attractive make the offer.
   " Play with yourself a bit, girl. These guys are 
going to want to know that you're eager to please. "
   Kara obediently began to finger her pussy as I 
continued.
   " Of course, the fact that you've gotten yourself 
knocked up tells us a little about you anyhow. Who's 
the proud father ?"
   " Um...I'd rather not say..."
   " I'll mark that down as an 'unknown', my, you 
really have gotten around haven't you ?"
   She didn't answer. I could tell that my words upset 
her, but to tell the truth, it didn't bother me much. 
The men who would be using her in the following months 
would be much cruller than this. 
   " The next step, Kara, is that I have to explain to 
you some of the activities that you'll be asked to 
perform. In order to be accepted, you'll have to agree 
to each of them. Do you understand ?"
   Kara nodded. I could tell that she felt silly 
masturbating herself in front of us. She wouldn't meet 
my eyes anymore.
   " Will you perform oral sex to completion ?"
   " Okay."
   " Have you ever done it ?"
   " A bit. "
   " No... listen to the question girl... I asked if 
you've done it to completion. Until the guy cums in 
your mouth. You swallow the cum. Have you done it ?"
   " Um...no. "
   " But you're willing to ?"
   " Okay."
   I watched as the pregnant girl continued to finger 
her pussy. There was definitely some sexual excitement 
there. I guess it was unavoidable, given the situation 
she was in, and what we were talking about. Chilli 
definitely took notice. I could tell that she wanted 
this young girl badly. Maybe I could arrange something.
   " You obviously have no problem with a guy cumming 
in your pussy, so I'll skip that question. How about 
tit-fucking. When they swell from the pregnancy, a lot 
of guys will want to do that. They'll be a bit tender. 
Are you willing to do that ?"
   " I guess so. "
   " How about taking it in the ass..." Kara's face 
flushed red again, " have you ever done that ?"
   " No."
   " Looks like it turns you on to think about it. Do 
you think you'd like anal sex ?"
   " I don't know, maybe. "
   Some old boy would pay a lot of money to find that 
out. The buyer would love this part of the tape. The 
next part I wanted to skip through quickly, as I didn't 
want to scare her off. The terms would be in the 
contract, so I had to cover them, but I hoped that Kara 
didn't ask any questions.
   " There are a few other particulars. Uh let's see, 
some heavy bondage activities, bestiality, sex with 
multiple partners, fisting, water sports... all the 
usual stuff. "
   Kara seemed to have only caught the last bit.
   " Water sports... like what ?" The girl really 
didn't know.
   " Some guys will want to watch you pee, or have you 
help them to pee, things like that. "
   " Oh. "
   " So you're okay with all of that ?"
   " Yeah, I guess. "
   Only a couple more things now. The girl was 
obviously wet, and ashamed of her arousal. That was 
good. Her new owner would make good use of her guilt in 
training her.
   " Oh, one more thing, Kara. You'll be expected to 
have sex with women too. Are you okay with that ?"
   " Um... I don't know. "
   " You'd better figure it out. I'm not going to give 
you your signing bonus unless you're willing. "
   " Signing bonus ?"
   " Yeah... you get fifty bucks up front for signing 
the contract. "
   The money must have sounded awfully good to a girl 
who probably hadn't had a decent meal in days. 
   " Okay, I can do it with women too. "
   " You don't sound convinced. Maybe we'd better just 
forget this whole thing. "
   " No, really. I can do it. "
   " Show me. "
   Kara's eyes went wide. 
   " Chilli, would you mind giving Kara a little 
practice ?"
   " Not at all, " said the tall black woman. " Come 
over here, girl. "
   The young pregnant girl lowered her legs to the 
floor again, and rose unsteadily. A few days with her 
new trainers would get rid of that hesitant manner of 
hers. Kara walked over to the investigator.
   " Mmm... you're a nice, soft girl..." said Chilli, 
running her hands up and down Kara's naked body. " I'll 
take down my jeans, and then you show me what you can 
do. "
   Kara waited nervously while my co-worker lowered her 
jeans and panties. She sat back down on the chair, and 
slid forward until her pussy was at the edge. I raised 
the camera for a few more shots. The buyer would 
absolutely love this.
   The girl dropped to her knees, and tentatively 
licked at Chilli's bushy crotch.
   " That's a good girl. You'll get the hang of it. 
Just use your tongue like you were using your fingers a 
minute ago. Aaah, that feels good. "
   I snapped a few photos while the girl explored 
Chilli's pussy. In a few weeks, she'd be an expert at 
this sort of thing, but this was the best part. To have 
a hand in corrupting the girl. It brought a smile to my 
lips to think of the things they would to this poor 
little girl. Everything I mentioned from the contract 
and more. Any time she protested, they would pull out 
the contract and show where she signed each section.
   In the end, she would never get the bonus. Fifty 
grand ! Are you nuts ? She would be offered less than a 
tenth of that amount to sign an extension to her 
contract, and once she was legal age, they would sell 
her off to a strip club.
   I tell you, there's no justice in the world.
   Chilli grabbed two hands full of the young girl's 
short auburn hair, and pulled her face into the depths 
of her pussy. In a minute, Chilli would be done with 
her, and all that would be left would be to have poor 
little Kara sign all the portions of the contract, her 
face still slick from Chilli's wetness.
   I got ready to snap another shot as Chilli climaxed. 
These were going to make some nice souvenirs of her 
visit her. They would go into my bottom drawer with all 
of the others.
   You know, I wouldn't even have thought about her if 
I wasn't reminded of it a couple of weeks ago.
   First, the buyer called. Kara and her kid had gone 
missing from the strip club he sold her to. He wanted 
to know if I'd heard anything about her.
   " Hell, no, " I told him. " I don't keep track of 
them. After five years, there's no way she'd come back 
here. She's long gone. "
   But not forgotten. 
   Actually, just yesterday, I heard about her again. 
This time, it was a phone call from some hick out in 
the valley. This guy just sounded plain slow.  I 
wondered how he knew Kara. Brother. Old boyfriend. 
Whatever.
   " I think you ought to return those photo's you took 
of Kara, " the guy said.
   And give up my trophies. Not a fucking chance. 
   " Go fuck yourself. " I told him, and hung up the 
phone. What the hell would some farm boy do about it ? 
Not a goddamned thing, that's what.
   A smile crept onto my face. I'll tell you, there 
just isn't any justice in this world.

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