"How do you want it, Mister?" I asked, trying to act grown up.
"I just wanta see your little pussy, girl. I ain't seen a young cunt since I was a lad myself."
"You wanta undress me, or shall I do it?" I echoed one of the whores I had observed.
"Oh, you do it by all means, young lady! I just want to enjoy myself! Have you got hairs yet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Down there, I mean." He pointed a shaking finger at my crotch.
"I ain't a baby for hell sakes. Sure I got hairs. You want I should shave them off?"
"I'll give you another twenty dollars if you do. I sure would like to see a real bare cunt."
"Well, I ain't gonna do it. What you see is what you get."
I took off my dress, my bra and panties, with deliberate slowness the way Claudia told me to do, and by the time I was naked the old geezer was wheezing with passion.
"Oooh, ain't you pretty!" he groaned. "Just like I remember it used to be! Oh, too bad youth is wasted on the young."
He was right in some ways. Lots of us kids do waste the best years of our lives. When the juices run hot and the mind is like a sponge soaking up the glories of our world, we should make hay while the sun shines. We can never get it back.
"Can I touch your titties?" His voice was quivering as he extended a hand. The old fellow must have been over fifty and he didn't look in too good of health, and in a way I was sorry Claudia made me do him first. But business was business and I meant to be a glorious lay for whoever came to me.
"You can touch them, Mister. You can play with them all you want. Kiss my nipples, too."
With the first touch of sex that old guy found his youth again. The fires of sex are so real, so bountiful, that age has no power over this basic human act.
That old guy got to fondling my body until he got a real hard-on, and then he stripped quickly.
"Ooooooo, that looks good!" I said truthfully when I saw his pecker all swollen and ready for penetration.
An hour ago he would have had trouble climbing stairs, but sex gave him strength beyond his years. He picked me up and laid me on the bed, gently, while he stared down at my youthful body.
"You're so beautiful, young lady!" he sighed. "I wish I could live a million years if there are others like you!"
"There's a whole city full of us, Mister. A whole wide world full of young fuckers."
"I was born too late," he sighed as he touched my cunt. "It's a better world you own today, my dear. A better world for sure!"
That old fellow got on top of me and we had ourselves a nice little fuck. I felt loved, and wanted, and the feeling of his cock between my legs was glorious. This was where I wanted to be, and I knew I was going to shed sunshine on the lives of countless males. I would make a lot of money, and in the meantime I meant to bring men into my arms with all the sweet beauty at my command. Laughter and love were mine at last.
"Wheeeee-ooowww!" the old fellow gasped when he got through. "I wish I could take you home with me, Angie. That is your name, isn't it?"
"Sure is. And that really was nice."
"I thought I was going to have a heart attack! Nothing ever felt so good before!"
"You can have another one if you want, Mister."
"Oh, I couldn't right yet, young lady. You really wore me out!"
"I'll give you back your money if you will." I trembled on the bed, needing more. "Just once more, please? Just stick it in a little longer?"