   Scott had always been a friend, though we had always called him 'Skeet'. We made jokes about high school girls needing to be fucked and eventually older grade school girls too. It was guy talk and he never suspected that I would have really fucked a grade school girl had I been given half the chance.
   He never suspected, that is, until I told him myself.
   I figured I was safe to do so when we were riding to a softball game we were playing in and we both looked at a 5th grader walking on the sidewalk. I waited for the comment about her father or somebody giving it too her at home, but Skeet mumbled something to himself instead.
   He didn't think I heard him. I did.
   Skeet said, "A perfect ass."
   I knew, then. I thought it was perfect too. I said out loud, "I'd fuck that perfect ass too."
   He looked at me, wondering if I'd heard him. Then smiled and replied like he always did. But I didn't joke. I said, "I mean it, Skeet. I would really love to fuck her."
   He was incredulous. Faking surprise at what I'd just said. Keeping up pretensions and not letting me on to him. But I knew, and he could tell I did after a few minutes.
   We rode in silence and then played softball. We lost.
   On the way back, Skeet brought it up again. "You know how much trouble you could be in for saying that?" I nodded. He went on, "Why tell me?"
   "Because I can't talk to anybody about it, and sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in desire." I turned to face him at a red light. "And I know you are too. How do you deal with it?"
   He stared at me long and hard, trying to decide on me. "I get to fuck one now and then." Then he turned away and avoided my eyes.
   After a while, I practically yelled at him. "You lucky bastard!" Then we laughed, but he still was not ready to look at me.

   I didn't hear from him for the next week and I thought he and I were no longer friends. Then I started to worry if he'd tell anyone else about what I said that day.
   Then I got a phone call from him asking if I had the night free. I like Skeet. I said, "Anytime."
   "Then I'm coming to pick you up, then we stop at the bank and you get as much money as you can spare." he said. "Trust me on this, cause you won't be able to get some after you find out why."
   "Okay. I trust you, Skeet."
   I was able to get $3,650.00 before the bank closed, all in cash. I hoped I wasn't being set up.
   We drove to a place in the older part of town and found a place to park. Then went to a door with no markings. I would never had seen it even if I was looking for it. Skeet gave a man a password and we were both frisked and then let in.
   The room looked like an old strip bar with the mirrors and poles gone. Just a walkway and folding chairs surrounding it. I turned to Skeet, "Are we going to see some strippers?"
   "Shhh. No. No one here takes anything off." he whispered. "It's a fashion show. You bid on the clothes and buy them, then you get them later to take home."
   "What do I want with clothes?" I asked.
   "Shhh. You'll see."
   The room filled up with all sorts of people, mostly male, and from all kinds of places. Nobody talked at all. No drinks were served either.
   Then the lights went low and a woman came out on the stage, well dressed, and holding a microphone. "Thank you all for coming. I trust nobody was followed?" A slight laughter from the crowd. "Good. This is a very private presentation and we will enforce our rules strictly. Anybody who shouldn't be here will be detained until we are sure of their legitimacy.
   "The rules are simple, for those of you who have forgotten, or are new here... " A pause while everybody looked at me. I felt uncomfortable but tried to smile and nod. I got a few nods back.
   "There is absolutely no talking to yourselves or the models. You may clap, but not whistle or cheer. Everybody stays in their chairs. Bidding is done with the numbered paddles under each chair. And last, nothing you see here ever leaves this room!"
   Everybody nodded agreement. "Good. You may pick up your paddles now." I looked to Skeet and he had one in his hand already. He looked at the stage door with anticipation. I reached down and pick up a paddle. I was number 23. The woman stood back to one side and a bright spotlight shown onto the stage door with it opening. Cheap Muzak started to play softly from somewhere.
   Then the first model came out and in a moment most of the crowd applauded. The model couldn't really focus on anybody with the lights on her, but she grinned and step forward, enjoying the recognition.
   She couldn't have been more than ten years old. My jaw dropped for a second but I recovered quickly by smiling like a kid in a toy store.
   The girl wore a shirt tied at the midriff and a very short mini skirt, many sizes too small. She had on sandles with lifts to make her taller, and she still looked really short on that stage. I wanted to look at her face but her bare belly entranced me. I could never stare at one so obviously before and I found hers to be beconning to me.
   The woman at one side started to speak, "This is Mary from Crassdale grade school. She is ten years old this summer and she is four feet, six inches high. Her outfit is her personal favorite one to wear and she is donating the proceeds to charity. Mary has modeled for us before. Lets give her a little applause." She got it too.
   Mary really smiled hard after that. She wasn't sure where to look and couldn't really make anyone out so she kept on smiling and walking around. She didn't have a model walk. Just one like every other grade school kid. I still loved watching it anyways.
   I grinned at Skeet, but he was watching closely when Mary walked back to the door. I looked and caught the last bit of Mary's petite ass beautifully framed by that mini skirt. Then she left by the same door.
   "Bidding starts at fifty dollars. I see fifty. Do I see fifty five?" Then it was an auction. People were bidding for that kids own outfit, though not us. What were they going to do? Give it to another girl? Masturbate onto it? I saw a mouth to ear whisper from someone in the group and figured that that was okay.
   I did the same to Skeet. "Are people really going to keep the dress? Why? What are they going to do with it?"
   Skeet whispered back, "It's not about the dress. That only gets you into the real bidding later."
   "Bidding for what?" I asked. Skeet 'Sshhh'ed me.
   The dress was sold for one hundred and fifteen dollars. I couldn't see to who.
   Then it was time for another model. A little girl of about seven came out wearing a Barbie pajama dress. She looked confused and the group applauded her nicely, urging her to go on. She did, but never smiled. I could tell that she was very shy and it wasn't her idea to be there.
   Suddenly it hit me. Skeet having had young sex before, the secrecy, the real bidding later, These girls might be for sale too!
   Three and a half thousand dollars didn't sound like enough to me anymore. I turned to Skeet with new respect. He was looking at me and nodding slowly. He knew I got it then. He whispered one thing to me, "Bid the right girl."
   The woman was announcing about the kid with the pink night clothes on and I had missed the name. There were only two bidders but they raised the price to almost three hundred dollars between each other.
   Then there was another child of about the same age. She wore a red shirt and shorts, very plain. The announcer called her Colette and she was going to be eight soon. She wasn't beautiful, or shapely even in a kid way, but wasn't ugly either. She was cute in her way, but I could see a hint of desperation in her eyes.
   Then the bidding started and nobody really bid much. I did, just because she looked like she could be talked into doing anything for whatever problems she must have had. Skeet nodded to me again. I got the idea.
   But bidding stopped for a moment when Colette came back out and with a little fear, tore her shirt open from a cut at the neck. Not all the way, but enough to see some flat chest.
   The bidding went through the roof.
   Skeet shook his head sadly and I realized that the crowd knew she would be a sure bet for the bigger sale. Somebody was going to get some very young tail.
   Her torn and used outfit went for over seven hundred dollars.
   Then we all watched for the next model. Out came another plain looking girl with shorter hair in bangs, wearing jeans and an N'Sync T-shirt. Something about her said, 'you aren't getting anything more from me'. The announcer told us her name was Debborah, Debby for short and very little else.
   She didn't look poor, she didn't look desperate. Debby didn't look like she liked boys at all. Nobody bid on her clothes. I did, though. Debby was probably off limits, but there was something about her that I liked. I couldn't put my finger on it. I raised my own bid to a hundred dollars with out even knowing why.
   Debby looked very disappointed and I felt sympathy for her. I clapped softly by myself when she left. Skeet looked at me funny.
   Then there were three more models, the first of which looked almost twelve. She walked like a hooker and wore a bikini only. Bidding went the highest for her. Over a thousand dollars. She was a sure thing. I wasn't even in the ball park for the last two girls and knew I needed to bring more money next time.
   Skeet didn't bid much. He must have gotten some recently because he wasn't impressed with the choices.
   Then it was over and me and the other successful bidders were called to a waiting room where we sat. Nobody said a word to one another. Each bidder was called through another door one at a time, but nobody came back out. I had fears of a paddy wagon at the other side.
   Then I was called next. Inside I met the woman who had been announcing and we shook hands but nobody gave their name. A pair of jeans and the t-shirt were on the table and I forked over the hundred dollars. I didn't know what to do with the girls clothes so I just held them.
   The woman looked at me for a long time, saying nothing. Then finally she asked, "Would you like to meet Debby? Her mother wanted to thank you and they asked to meet with you."
   "Yes, I would love to meet them." I said. "Do I need to sign something?"
   The woman chuckled and gave me a strange look. "You were never here." She said simply.
   I nodded and went through yet another door into what used to be an old kitchen. Debby was standing in front of her mother who had her arms across Debby's shoulders and chest. Debby had on another pair of jeans and t-shirt.
   The announcer lady said, "I'll be over there while you talk." and she walked to the far end of the room and waited.
   Debby's mother looked very sad and still tried to smile for me. Out of concern I ask if she was alright.
   The mother nodded and a loud sob escaped before she could stop it. Then she composed herself and said, "Thank you for trying to help. I heard you increase your own bid and I wanted to thank you for that."
   I shrugged. Her crying was making me sad for her. "I thought Debby should have gotten more."
   Debby suddenly spoke up. "Do you like me?" she asked. Her mother shushed her quickly. I didn't let my face show that I'd heard her. Something about being close to her felt like a magnetic pull.
   "Listen." I went on. "If I can help you two in any way.... "
   Mother closed her eyes and nodded grimly. More tears fell from them. "What can you pay? I mean if... Um... If Debby.... And you...." The mother couldn't say it. I knew what she was talking about. I had hit the jackpot, but immediately felt like a heel. They were obviously hurting and this wasn't what they intended originally.
   I wanted the girl, but not at that price. I took out five hundred dollars and handed it to the mother. "Here." I said. The mother looked confused. "Just take it. I don't feel right making you give up something you don't really want to. I hope it helps."
   I turned and left. The announcer lady was looking at me strangely but I didn't care. Desire and reality seemed to be much different from each other. But I also felt good inside.
   I met skeet outside and he said, "That was quick. No go?" I just shook my head and got in the car. I said nothing the whole way home. I got out at my house and Skeet said, "Don't worry. I got burned the first time too. It was a long shot anyway." I waved and went in.
   A few hours later, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to Debby's mother. Debby was standing to the side. "May we come in?" the mother asked.
   I was surprised. How did they get my address? Was this a sting? I never did anything illegal. But I had an okay feeling about it so I stood to the side and let them in. I motioned them to sit and they did, close to each other.
   "Can I get you anything to drink? Soda pop?" I asked. Debby nodded grinning. I got two cans and gave them both to my unexpected guests. They both drank like they were starving. The cans were empty in no time. "I don't know how you found me. I'm a little worried that you did."
   "Don't worry, please." the mother said. "Mrs. Wilc.... I mean the lady made an exception because she thought you were trustworthy. We aren't here to make trouble for you." She stopped and held out her hand. "I'm Theresa Dean, and you know Debby."
   "How do you do." I said taking it. My eyes kept going to Debby and she blushed. I cleared my throat and tried to stop looking at her. I felt the pull again. Theresa saw it in me. I felt lousy again.
   "Look. We're in some trouble with the banks and I might loose Debby to the courts. We have no place to turn and we were hoping to... to have Debby model just this one time and be done with it." I frowned. I knew they were going to ask me for more money. Theresa saw my conclusion in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It just wasn't enough. I know that you think I'm begging."
   Debby then piped up with a brighter note. "You have a cool place."
   Her voice hit a chord in me and I couldn't help smiling back. What was it about her? "Thank you."
   "You live alone?" Debby asked. I forgot all about the mother and saw nothing but Debby.
   "Yeah."
   "No girl friends?"
   "No." I smiled again. "Never found the right type." Debby blushed again. She was looking cuter ever minute.
   "We need twelve thousand dollars." Theresa suddenly said. I almost choked. "Debby likes you. You can... you can... be together for a night if you can help us." She wouldn't look me in the eyes. I could see tears again.
   Debby for Twelve thousand dollars. It was almost worth it. Almost. But I would be making the kid into a whore. That just didn't feel right.
   "I'm sorry. It's not right. I wouldn't feel right buying your beautiful daughter." Debby perked up at being called 'beautiful'.
   Theresa started the water works. "I don't want to go back to that place. But I don't know what else to do. Please, can you help? Please? We have no place to live. No food." She broke down to strait crying and couldn't talk anymore.
   "Can we just stay here?" Debby said. Debby living at my house. My heart started to beat fast. My imagination went into overdrive.
   "I don't know if I can trust myself." I said to Debby. "I have this urge to kiss you." Damn. Why did I say that? Now I could be in real trouble if this were a con.
   Debby looked at me hard. Then she got up and sat on my lap, sideways. I was shocked and couldn't move. I had never touched a young girl like this but had always dreamed of it. My hand went to her back, afraid to touch anywhere else.
   Debby leaned down and then put her little lips to mine. No tongues, and no clue how to kiss a man. But it was heaven anyway.
   I realized what it was about her that I couldn't put my finger on. Pherenomes. We were both attracted to each other. Debby pulled back from the kiss with a look of confusion. She had no idea what was happening to her. We would be great lovers together.
   "You can stay." I said to Theresa. "I'll help you with what I can and get you two back on your feet. But I will not buy Debby. I would like to be close if she'll let me, but she can say no and you two can still stay. Okay?"
   Theresa stopped crying and was looking at both of us. I was a gentleman in her eyes. She would be proud to have me in her daughters life. The fact that the alternative was too horrible to think about helped.
   Theresa thanked me many times and went out to get the bags in the yard. While she was outside, Debby asked me again, "Do you like me?"
   "Debby. I think I love you." Then I taught her how to kiss with her tongue.





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   Six months later.

   Damn. Another two thousand dollars. That'll put me in the red!
   I had to face it. They had me by the balls. I got Debby for a few blissful weeks, and then They had me. If I didn't keep paying, They go to the cops. Theresa wasn't even that great of an actress, but all I saw was beautiful Debby. Man, she was good!
   I was the first one there, that was the only way they could prove that I did, and I was certain that I really rocked Debby's world. I tasted and played with every part of her I thought would make her cum. And she did, I'll tell you. She would have kept going with me gladly too, but for her mother.
   This was their big break to get set up for life. They had everything riding on me. I wasn't as much as they hoped, though. I would have to just lay it down to them. If they bleed me dry right away. They wouldn't get anything from me anymore. Not by my choice. I'd be in jail or dead.
   I also know that Debby has been trying to talk to me without her mother knowing lately. There was nothing left to get from me. She knew that. I could tell by the look in her eyes what she wanted. I wanted it too.
   I think she's suffering from the same pull I am.



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