"That's the most direct proposition I've ever had, Pasha. I would think after the experience at your last party, you would have lost all interest in me."
"Quite the contrary, my dear," Pasha continued as he ran his fingers along the girl's arm. "Many of the men have shown an interest in you and after all, that is my function in life. Bringing men and women together in a happy sexual union."
Christy looked at the man for an instant. Then in her very frank way stated, "You're a pimp!"
Pasha didn't move. He was used to this kind of reaction. "That is a very crude way of stating my occupation." He looked at the girl's soft breasts. "Those are the keys to many treasures for a lovely girl like yourself. Have you ever wanted to have breakfast in New York, lunch in Madrid and supper in Paris? You could have that land of life if you want."
"You hit me where it counts, food!" the girl chided. "I have to go. Steff will be coming home soon, and I have to prepare the meal." As the girl rose to leave, she added, "I think Stephanie would be very angry if I told her about our conversation."
Pasha grabbed the girl's arm before she could leave. "What happens when she tires of you? Do you really think it will last forever? She loves cock. Have you ever watched the way she sucks on a man's joint? She's a man-eater, a real man-eater. The right prick comes her way and you'll be out on your ass!"
"Let go of my arm," Christy warned. "What happened to all that smooth, sophisticated talk? Crawl back to the gutter you came from mister, and leave us alone!"
"Whether you want to or not you're going to be one of my whores! Before I'm done with you, you'll suck any cock I tell you to. We'll stretch that cunt of yours wide enough to fuck a horse."
As Christy turned and walked away from the fuming man, he warned, "Don't mention this conversation to Steff, unless… unless, you want her to know about your experience with that little boy. You know, the one that made you give up teaching!"
The girl kept on walking, not daring to look back at the awful little man. How could he have found out? Damn! Damn! Damn! What would Steff say if she found out? The troubled girl ran from the park, tears running down her cheeks.
What a body, Pasha thought as he watched the girl running home. She really did turn him on. He had a hard-on! He looked at his tightly drawn pants. He'd have to fuck her a couple of times himself just to get her ready for Jack. That, he was really going to like. It was funny. It was the first time in many years he had got an erection just from sitting next to a girl. Yes, he would enjoy fucking this one very much.
Chapter 8
The sirens were close now. Soon they would be just outside the door. Steff moved the barrel of the gun around inside her cunt. If she could just hit the right spot, she could have the "ultimate" climax. She had to do it before the police came crashing through the door.
"Oh, Christy, why didn't I realize you were trying to tell me you needed help. Why was I so blind?" Christy had thought that perhaps Pasha was only playing some sick sort of game. When the post cards came, she knew he was sincere. She opened the mail box and there they were. She picked up the three cards and was trying to figure out who would be sending her mail. No one knew she was living with Stephanie. When she saw the pictures, she knew who they were from without looking at the signature. They were pictures of three restaurants. One was in New York, one in Madrid, and the last was a Parisian restaurant right at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. Pasha was going to be difficult.
She hadn't gone to the park since that day. She spent her afternoons reading in the apartment. When the doorbell rang, she was half-way through the novel she had been reading. It hadn't been very interesting, so she was quite relieved to have an excuse to put the book down. She tied the belt around the robe she was wearing, straightened out the folds (because she wasn't wearing anything under the robe), then cautiously opened the door.
She looked over the security chain and was shocked to see an empty doorway. A small voice from below said, "Ma'am, I'm collecting for the newspaper."
Christy looked down at the young boy. It wasn't the regular paper boy. He was a little younger than the regular boy. He looked like he was about nine years old.
"Where's Johnny?" the woman asked the little boy.
"I just took over his route. He moved to the other side of town," the boy replied. "My name is Ralph."
Christy undid the chain, opened the door and let the boy in.
"Well, Ralphie, I hope you have lots of success on your paper route. How much do I owe you?"
The boy opened a little book, flipped through the pages until he found the right address.
Christy thought, "He's so cute, I could just eat him up." For a moment a picture of Peter flitted through her mind, but she quickly dismissed the thought, "Two dollars and eighty cents is what you owe me, ma'am," the boy said in his most grown-up manner.
"You just sit right there and I'll get it for you, Ralphie." Christy was aware she was walking in a seductive way. When she was in the bedroom searching for the money, she was conscious of the fact that she was getting turned on by the little boy. "You are a sickie," she thought. "He can't be over nine years old." Without even realizing it, she found herself in front of the mirror, checking the cleavage. She saw in the mirror her nipples were stiff and sticking right through the robe. Quickly, she got the money and marched into the living room.
Ralphie was still sitting where she had left him on the couch. He smiled as she sat down beside him and counted the money into his hand. Christy was aware that the boy was not looking at the money, but at the opening of her robe. She covered the opening and handed him the money. The boy stood up and tucked the money in his back pocket without even counting it. Even though Christy had covered her breasts, the boy never stopped looking at them. When he stood up to put the money in his pocket, Christy saw he had a hard-on!
"You have the prettiest boobies I've ever seen," the little boy said, as he continued staring at her breasts.
"And you are the boldest little boy I've ever seen. Just how old are you?" the woman inquired.
"Fifteen," the child responded. "I know I look younger. Everybody thinks I'm a baby, but I'm not. I can prove it to you if you want me to. You won't though. I know everyone thinks I'm too little."
Christy was shocked! The words came pouring out of this boy's mouth almost as if they were rehearsed. Could he really be fifteen? He looked so young. He was absolutely adorable. His jet black hair hung in ringlets all around his innocent-looking face. It was such a striking face. What was it? The eyes! They were blue. Big blue eyes with jet black hair. It was so striking!
"How come you're not saying anything, lady?" the boy asked with those beautiful blue eyes staring at her. "Are you mad at me?" A tear started to appear at the corner of his eye.
"No. I'm not mad. Just taken a little by surprise." She closed the opening on her robe up to her neck as she asked, "Do you always go around asking women to look at their boobs?"
The boy sighed, turned around, and started walking to the door. "I understand," he said as he crossed the room. "I guess I'm never going to be a man."
"Don't be upset, Ralphie. Please come back and we can talk about this." Christy sat back on the couch and patted the seat next to her. "Come on. You sit down right here and we'll talk about your problem."
The boy turned around, his hands in his pocket, trying to conceal an erection. Christy smiled to encourage him. She could imagine his cute little cock all white and shiny and probably glistening with dew at the thought of just seeing her tits. She could feel her own moisture, wetting the robe where it touched her slit. "God, I haven't been this horny since…"