Stazzi

“Can I see some ID?” I asked, and she said “I forgot it. Just this once?”

I took the cigarettes away, but looked up at the camera over the register. “Well, you’ll have to give me a card to look at, so I don’t get in trouble with my boss.”

She went out to her can, and came right back, but she slid her learner’s permit across. Face down. I held it sideways, and looked up at her. “Well, Ana.” I handed it back.

“It’s Stazzi.” She dropped it right back in her purse.

“Okay, Stazzi.” I put the condoms in a paper bag, and said “Stay safe.”

She winked on her way out, but stopped at the door, and smiled back at me. Only 14, I shouldn’t have let her get in the car, without a licensed driver.

I told myself that if she was having underage sex, at least she wouldn’t be getting pregnant, or STIs. The cigarettes could give her cancer, but I wasn’t just worried about her health.

I had a daughter who was almost her age, and that’s definitely not the kind of girl I wanted her hanging out with. I thought there were girls like that in high school, freshmen that wanted to bag an upper classman, so they dressed for success.

Like a Kogal, I guess. Not that she was remotely Japanese, but the same styling cues. Taking the clothes she had to wear for dress-code, and wearing them more revealing. Not a uniform either, but her blouse pulled down, and buttoned down low to show some bra. Long skirt pulled up under her ribs, and belted to give her a wasp waist, and show a lot of bare thigh. Knee high tube socks pushed down to the tops of wedge soled high heels, which were popular at the time.

I counted out the drawer at the end of the shift, and pulled it out to see the $100.00 bill she’d payed with. “You should have dropped that.”

“I know, I just forgot, okay?” So, I wrapped that in a receipt, and dropped it in a tube. In case Minerva got robbed in the middle of the night. Not that putting the large bills, and 5 packs of $20.00s kept us from getting robbed, just reduced the take they got. No doubt to spend on drugs.

Or prostitutes, but for some reason, I didn’t think about that. “Take out the trash with you.”

“I know,” I grabbed the cans behind the counter, and dumped it in the one bye the door. Went out, and got the bag out front, as always. You don’t really have time to leave the register unguarded, until someone else shows up for their shift.

She was waiting for me, in the dumpster enclosure. “What are you doing out here? Are you homeless?” I guessed, she was looking for somewhere to sleep.

“Oh yeah.” She nodded, “I live in my car, but I was waiting for you. You did me a solid earlier, so I thought I’d show you how much I appreciate it.”

She unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled a rubber out of her bra. “Uh,” I looked around, thinking that this was inappropriate, but at the same time. I had looked up the Statutory Rape laws. She had to be at least 16 to consent to sex, unless the boy was less than 5 years older. In which case, they could start as young as 12, with a 17 year old?

18 to buy rubbers, which left a 2 year gap to encourage teenage pregnancy, but she didn’t have any trouble pulling me out. Getting me hard, with my crotch stuck in her warm top, and rubbing against the inside of her breasts. Then, she rolled the rubber on, and gave me a combination hand job, and blow job. Mostly just the tip in her tight lips, but pumping the rest in one hand. Rolling, and gently squeezing my balls in the other, until they tensed up, and shot in the reservoir tip.

“Huh!” She wiped her mouth, and started buttoning up, while I stripped the used rubber, and fixed my pants. “Call it a freebie. Just this once.”

I went after her, “Hey, what happened to you?” I even stopped her closing her car door when she got in, and checked the back seats for bedding. “How did you end up like this?”

“Huh! I had uncles, they took turns.” She yanked the door out of my hand, and slammed it, locked the door, and drove off. Shitty little beat up 3 door hatchback, with the back seats folded down, and some sort of bed.

I felt like shit, driving home to look in on Sarah. Asleep in bed, but it wasn’t just the underage sex. I went after her, I got pushy, and I might have even scared her. When she’d already been through enough, I thought.

Of course, it was bullshit. Deadpool hadn’t come out yet, but that line about “Uncles. They took turns.” That’s just the sort of story you’d expect to get out of a teenager, when you asked her how she got into street prostitution. You want to think that sexual abuse makes girls want to do it professionally? The same way getting your car stolen leads you to look for a job in a chop shop. You know how all Burglers were just normal guys until they got their house broken into, and thought about how much money they could make selling stolen TVs in Pawn Shops?
Yeah, right.

I wasn’t just worried about her, for her safety, and driving around in that neighborhood. Dressed like that, to pick up men, and have sex for money in the back seat, but when I looking in on Sarah’s room. I saw her clothes, strewn all over the floor, and I realized what I didn’t see.

Stazzi didn’t have any clothes, except for the ones on her back. If she was living in her car, then she only had 1 outfit? No, of course when she came back to the store, she had on a different skirt, shoes, socks still rolled down to show her clean shaven legs, almost to the top of her thighs, and a different bra on when she bent over.

With her blouse buttoned down to see her bra. Her young breasts squeezed together, then hanging slightly apart when she tucked a candy bar down there. Standing up, and smiling, daring me to say something, I went around the counter to the door. Locked it, and set the sign for 5 minutes before I turned it around.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I grabbed her arm, and pulled her back to the office. “Shoplifting, eh?” I stuck my hand down her top, and felt around a lot more than I needed to. To pull out the Snickers bar, I dropped on the desk.

“Don’t call the cops, I don’t want it on my record. Please, I’ll do anything if you just let me go.”

“Well,” I stuck my hand back down her top. “I guess that depends on what else you’ve got in here.”

All right, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it. Even jacked off watching Shoplyfter porn on the internet, but not with her. I guess it was a spur of the moment game she wanted to play, but I was down.

“Huh, well what do you have in here?” She went right for my pants.

“Why don’t you look inside, and see for yourself?” I pulled up her skirt in back, felt her warm panties, and gave her a gentle swat. “You bad girl.” I never spanked my kids, because I was spanked, and i hated it, but it never made me want to behave to avoid it.

“Uh, you want to spank me?”

“That cost extra, you little whore?”

“Huh, well.” She bit her lip, and shook her head. “How bout another freebie?”

“All right,” I pulled the condom I’d gotten when she came in the store, hoping she’d need it, and knowing that she practiced safe sex, but also a little worried about more than teenage pregnancy.

Yeah, I knew girls like that in high school, but I never took them up on it. Even when I was a senior, and they came over to talk to us. As flattering as that was, even though I had friends that ran off to get hand jobs, and blow jobs, then came back to brag about it.

I didn’t know what I was missing, out on. I guess I can just blame it on my pride, I was too good for them, and what that would say about me if I had premarital sex. That was before the divorce, when I was still young, and kind of stupid about this stuff. I thought I wanted a virgin, and when my ex-wife turned out to be.

Well, she said that she’d broken it riding a bike, and I didn’t believe her. I resented it, and now here I was with an experienced 14 year old girl that could suck a dick better than she ever could at her age.

Old enough to be her dad, easily, and when I finally rammed her thighs into the desk for the last time. “Huh!” I couldn’t get Sarah out of my head. Walking in on me, at work it would never happen. I locked the door, and the office, but in spite of all that, I couldn’t help hearing her voice in my head.

“Dad, what do you think you’re doing?” And the disappointed look on her face.

“Huh!” I pulled out, flaccid, and felt for the wall to steady myself. “Huh!” Shaking my head, and looking around as if I expected to see my 13 year old daughter. Her mother holding her shoulders, and telling her not to look.

“Huh!” Stazzi pulled up her underwear, and smoothed out her skirt. Out of breath, she buttoned up her top enough to cover her open bra, then held the clasp together in front to hook it. “Huh, you really know how to fuck a girl, mister.”

“Huh, yeah? Thanks.”

“I can’t just call you mister, though. What’s your name?”

“Uh, John?”

She nodded, frowning, but I guess that’s why we’re called Johns.

“Well, see you later, uh John. Next time I want a good pounding?”

“Huh, yeah. I’d like that.” I followed her out, and flipped the Be Right Back sign over to open when she left. Watching her walk to her car, and hold the door open. Looking back, and smiling that way at me.

“Hhuh!” I knew I was Hooked. Is that why they’re called Hookers? I assumed, well. Honestly, I never even thought about it, but I was addicted to her. She was like a drug, and I wanted to believe her. What she said about how much she loved the way I fuck. She didn’t say anything about my dick, which I’ll call about average. Nothing to write home about, but you know.

It’s the way you use it, I told myself. Well, she told me what I wanted to hear, that even a teenage prostitute kept coming back for “Freebies,” because I fucked so good. She liked older guys, because boys her age can’t hold it, let alone satisfy her sexually. It also made me feel dirty, perverted and kinky in ways that I avoided for years. I guess, growing up conservative, and only having 1 lover, since high school.

She made me feel younger, too. Not as young as her, but she reminded me of when I was a Junior, and Senior. So I was desirable to freshmen girls, and sophomores. Young teenagers, too young, and slutty. It was wrong, and I knew it, but so wrong it made her even sexier. Made me feel sexy for the first time I could remember in years, because that’s how she operates.

It turns out that she’s not homeless, and she’s not a Prostitute. She’s a blackmailer, so she gives you “Freebies” just to trick you into having sex with her. Underage, Statutory Rape, so when she’s got the evidence she needs, she can threaten you with exposure.

Go to jail, go straight to jail, do not pass Go, and get registered a Sex Offender when you get out. How do you think that would affect the custody of my kids? 2 kids, a son, and a daughter, they take turns staying with their mother, and I. Staying in the spare room, in my 2 bedroom apartment, while I go to work to pay rent, child support, and hopefully have enough left over to eat.

I know, it’s not much of a life, and I’m a big fat loser, but that doesn’t mean that I’m willing to risk any of what little I have left.

Just for some 14 year old pussy. It’s so not worth it.

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