[center][t][b][u]Little Negotiator[/u][/b][/t][/center]
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[i]Male’s species and appearance left deliberately vague[/i]


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Shakarri looked around carefully as she made her way into Chupa-Mart’s warehouse. She’d been doing this for a while now, almost since the night her parents were murdered. The first few times, she was just looking for a warm place to spend the night, but she quickly put an end to that after she nearly got caught the first time - she wasn’t about to go back to Child Services.


“There’s no way, Shay,” she had told herself. “Not goin’ back to them for shit.” It was only coincidence that had her come back the next night for food just in time to spy on a meeting between the manager and someone she’d seen her parents meeting privately with.


The two were discussing shipments of sugar and ice and other stuff that seemed rather boring. It was only as she was about to sneak away that the one she recognized talked about firing her parents and mentioned they wouldn’t cause the other guy any more trouble.


Shay wasn’t stupid or naive. She couldn’t be, growing up where she did. Her parents tried to keep her out of it all, but she had long since heard and seen enough to figure out they were involved with some nasty people, and everyone knew about the heavy drug presence nearby and just where to go in the ‘hood for the best First Aid. Hell, she had patched up some pretty nasty scrapes of her own since That Night and was never more thankful the cops that were supposed to trash the place were either too lazy or on the take.


In fact, the only jobs she ever knew of her parents having were the ones brought to them by that man. She decided right then to keep coming back until she could find proof that these two were responsible and do something about it. That was nearly a year ago.


Every time she came here, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at how inept the security was. Not even twelve years old yet and she was sure she had already cost them thousands in stolen goods. Partly because at least half of that was stuff she had pawned off to help keep enough money so she could stay ahead of the cold weather and whatever illnesses were flying all over the place. People paid a lot more attention to stolen clothes than they did the little baubles she stole and sold; she had seen that before she got stuck on her own.


Tonight Shay had decided to break into the manager's office again. “I’m sure it’s there somewhere, and I’ll find it this time!” she whispered to herself. She quickly made her way in, avoiding the cameras and sensors with an ease born of practice and started rummaging through the ill-sorted files, hunting for any mention of her parents. “Jamilia...Jamilia...Ja--”


The door creaked open behind her and the light came on. Shay gasped, diving underneath the industrial desk. A man on walked in, yelling heatedly into his cell phone in French. 


[i]Cameroonian,[/i] Shakarri thought, pulling herself closer to the corner so the darkness could hide her dark body. The manager tried to make his retort, but failed as the woman on the other end started yelling in the same language, raising her voice even higher as he tried to have his say. Frustrated, he said “Bye” in English and closed his flip phone. He grumbled some more in French as he stormed his way to the rolling chair facing the desk.


Shakarri remained quiet, and breathed slow, her heart racing as she anticipated getting caught by the manager. Though she had her suspicions this store had been cartel territory she didn’t want to risk getting caught. the manager began shifting himself in the seat  after a few audible clicks of the mouse. Click after click, the manager’s breathing grew heavier, and soon Shakarri could see the manager’s hand reach down to unbuckle and unzip his pants.


[i]Great.[/i] Shakarri thought. She knew that she was in for a long night.


With one hand, the manager shifted around his underwear, clumsily trying to stroke whatever was inside until he reached full arousal. It took him about 50 quick strokes and a frantic series of clicks on the mouse until the noticeable tent in his underwear grew larger. The pungent aroma and the sound of liquid making that cacophonous snapping noise grossed Shakarri out. “Clearly, he’s been doing this every night,” Shakarri thought and whispered to herself. She quickly bit her lips shut, frantic she had aroused the manager, not pertaining to his sex at all. She soon realized she was safe at the sign of the manager’s clumsy shifting of his chair and the exposure of a rather flat wire when it dropped. Shakarri sighed in relief; the manager was wearing headphones.


Feeling confident that she’d get away from the warehouse scott-free, Shakarri let her guard down a little. She figured she’d enjoy the comic scenario of the pathetic man getting his rocks off to whatever porno he was watching. Then something caught her attention, as the manager moaned and began speaking in French.


He breathed heavily, and his mutterings in French became huskier in tone. [i]“Oh mon dieu, baiser la chatte de cette petite garce. Oui, vous aimez cela, vous méchante petite salope? Prenez la queue de ton papa tout le chemin comme une bonne fille!”[/i]


Shakarri’s parents had taught her a few languages. Though she wasn’t as fluent as they were, she understood some of the words the manager said. The words, “Papa,” and “bonne fille” flared up in her mind. At best, he was probably watching some raunchy lolita porno, or at worst, he was watching actual underage porn. Although her motto was to hope for the best and prepare for the worst, tonight Shakarri hoped for the worst so she knew she had the manager by the grasp of his balls- and that statement couldn’t have been any more literal considering her close proximity to the pervert.


As the raunchy sounds and musky smell echoed and wafted their way through the air, Shakarri began to feel heady, woozy and tingly at the same time. When the manager finally pulled out his stiff cock, the urge to participate in the voyeurism grew strong in her mind. The uncut dick before her was nowhere near arousing, but the sight of his hand matted with precum and the musky scent definitely flipped her switch. Almost without her notice, Shay’s hands slid her shorts down out of the way so she could more easily slip one inside her panties.


The manager growled slightly as what little background noise Shay could hear from the headphones faded away and the clicking of the mouse and keyboard resumed. She felt nervous for only a moment, certain that the heavy breathing and the soft squelching noises would continue to drown out any sounds that she made.


He started jacking himself off again as he found whatever he was looking for, and she heard only the occasional click between muttered words and phrases. [i]“Qu'est-ce que je ne donnerais pas pour vous combler ... stupide petite chienne.”[/i] Frantic clicking and faster, more frantic fapping grew to a higher intensity, He must have opened up another window to complement the porno he was already watching. Shakarri gazed directly at the manager’s penis, curious to see if it would start convulsing so soon. Slightly impatient but her interest piqued, Shakarri definitely wanted to see the manager splurt all over himself.


Then she saw it...the throbbing. It was like she could see his very heartbeat in that thing. [i]“Gosse arrogant.”[/i] She heard him groan. [i]“Baise! Shakarri!”[/i] She gasped at the mention of her name. The manager pushed his chair backwards as he felt his balls churn and his rectal muscles contract at the sense of ecstasy, only to notice the sudden reflective glow of a pair of eyes underneath his desk.


[i]“C'est quoi ce bordel?”[/i] the manager yelled in a high pitched tone. Shay saw his hand going toward the ‘wall’ of her hiding spot. His clumsy hands reached for the underside of the desk. Following its projected path with her eyes, she saw a dark mass and hurriedly snatched it before he could, recognizing the weight and feel of its cool metal from her year on the streets as she pulled back the hammer with a loud click. “F-Fuck!” the manager whimpered, unsteadily pushing his chair back from the desk as he saw the frightening creature emerge from the shadows.


Shakarri smirked as she slowly crawled out from under the desk with a sensually dangerous air. With pistol in hand she slowly scanned the timid man’s physique. Though he was not quite the studliest specimen with the exception of a few hints that he may have been fit in the past, Shakarri almost enjoyed seeing the fear in the manager’s eyes as he practically groveled in his seat. She turned to the computer, firmly holding the pistol towards him.


“You know,” the little hyena cackled quietly.  “I always knew this place had something shady going on.” She gazed towards the window to the warehouse, then slowly shifted her view to the porn-filled monitor. She only said “hmph” as she saw what was actually on the screen.


“My, my,” Shakarri bent over facing the screen, revealing her soaked panties as she slowly scrolled through the manager’s rather large collection of underage porn and candid shots of various members of the cartel’s children. Among the stars of his portfolio were several of her classmates, although the majority of the images were of Shakarri in various places. One of the other girls also looked rather like her parents’ old ‘friend’, she thought.


“I feel very flattered,” Shakarri said flirtatiously, “I found a secret admirer who knows what he likes.” She turned her head around, gazing at the perp blatantly looking at her rather drenched underwear along with his “person” which was already alert. “So, Little girls give you wood, huh? Oh I can’t imagine how much you’d give just to touch this…” her voice trailed off into a moan as she wiggled her hips and trailed her finger down her ass and between her legs. 


“I bet you sit here all night fantasizing about all the nasty and terrible things you can do to me,” Shakarri sashayed her way towards the manager, scanning his body up and down to admire his features. “Maybe you’d make me blow you, make me scream and cry? Or you’d rather punish me for being a bad, bad girl and take me from behind?” the manager murred slightly as Shakarri knelt down, and feigned her worship of his throbbing dick; his imagination ran wild as the little girl of his fantasies squatted right there in front of him, as if the pedo-gods had answered his prayers.


“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, you know that?” She quickly stood up and pointed the pistol towards him. “Jacking off to kiddie porn? Convince me I shouldn’t make you a new hole to breathe out of.”


The manager muttered unintelligibly, fidgeting his shaky legs and shaking his head in small, jerky movements as he stared at her with wide eyes. This was either a wonderful dream or a horrible nightmare; he wasn’t sure which it was but he knew exactly who held him at gunpoint. How could he not, when he had just been staring at photographs of her? The worst possibility, of course, and probably the most likely, was that his mind [i]wasn’t[/i] tricking him and they really were both in his office with her aiming his own gun at him.


The manager swallowed and drew together what courage he had. “N-now, Sh--” He flinched as he saw her thumb the safety into the off position and remembered hearing the hammer click as it was pulled back. “Please, I’ll give you anything you want,” the manager begged, holding his paw out towards the position of the gun.


“Tell me everything” Shakarri said. “I know you aren’t just running some big mom and pop store around here. I’ve kept an eye on you and your idiots long enough to know you’ve got some real shady shit going on here. So if you want to keep your head, I suggest you drop the hands and start yapping, [i]now.[/i]”


“But, how’d you get in here?” the manager asked, pulling his hand back to the armrest.


“Doesn’t matter.” Shakarri responded, poking the pistol closer towards the manager and making him recoil backward. “Now, unless you want your office painted a nice new shade of red, I suggest you hurry up and tell me exactly what I want to know!” The manager didn’t respond. Shakarri smirked, touching the turgid base of his aroused penis. “I guess this little guy wants the gun too, and as she poked it with the cold, black handgun, the manager cried loudly,


“Okay, Okay! I’ll tell you, just… please, don’t kill me!” the manager whimpered. “I got a wife at home, and a kid-”


“That never stopped you with your stash of kiddie porn now did it?” Shakarri twirled the gun around as she said this in an exasperated tone. “I’m pretty sure you know what’d happen if you got caugh--oh wait, you did! Just stop the petty pleas and tell me what you know about that man you talk to every night. I’m strapped for time anyway.” 


“Okay, Okay.” the manager said. “All I can tell you is that I’m just the guy who deals with all the money bullshit. You’re not going to find anything here. Besides, what’s a kid like you want with their money?”


“I don’t care about the money. I want them dead to rights.” Shay slid the tip of the cold metal barrel along his urethra. “...and you’re going to help, starting with some names.”


“Kid, you know if I said anything to you, they’d kill me. I’m not going to just give them up to you…”


“They aren’t here holding a gun against somewhere very important…” she sing-songed darkly. 


The manager gulped, and remained silent. Knowing he was in a bind, all he could do was contemplate when he wanted to die. He had no loyalties to the cartel, as they only provided him pictures of the beautiful hyena-girl who was now standing before him and a few other girls. To him, the cartel was just another client to support his widely growing business. “The people you’re looking for,” he sighed. “...call themselves the [b][i]Leone.[/i][/b] All I know is that they have a large turf all over West Africa. What do you expect me to say?” His voice rose in timber toward the end as angry frustration briefly overwhelmed his fear.


“I think you’re holding something from me,” Shakarri said as her finger twitched inside the trigger guard. “And honestly, I’m thinking words aren’t enough-”


“Dammit, girl; if you were going to shoot me, you would have already pulled the damn tr--”


Snarling, Shakarri jerked the gun just far enough to aim past his leg and fired.


Click! The hammer struck dead air as the lecherous man felt a wave of heat curl his fur from the dry-firing pistol. Having already braced himself for a searing pain as soon as her arm started to move, he opened his eyes at the sound of his empty gun falling to the floor only to see the once assertive little hyena girl slowly backing away from him in fear.


She jumped slightly as she felt the filing shelves at her back and flicked her eyes around the office, looking for some way to distract him. They landed on the back of the computer’s monitor, the screen still shining light against the far wall, and her eyes narrowed in inspiration.


Slowly and with a mix of nerves and sensuality, Shay crossed her arms and pushed her shirt hem up to her maw, then dragged her paws down to her hips. “Let’s make a deal…” The manager smirked as he stood from his seat and picked up his gun. He kept his eyes fixated on the hyena girl in lust and suspicion as she put on a display for him. “I wrap my little pussy around your cock and you let me go.”


“Wait...what?” The manager couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The same girl who just a few minutes earlier called him a sick bastard and threatened to kill him was actually [i]willing[/i] to have sex with him? this was an offer he could not pass up.


“What’s wrong,” Shakarri said in a tone befitting her age. “You don’t want to cum inside my naughty cunt?” the manager said nothing, but the pulsating monster in his pants responded, a bead of pre-cum trailing thickly down his still-hard cock as he stepped forward out of his fallen pants.


“I’ll take that as a yes,” Shakarri said, licking her maw and sighing in delight as the fresh scent of musk wafted in the air. “Now sit down, and let me do all the work.” The manager placed his gun back on the desk next to the keyboard and sat down on his rotating chair. He pulled closer towards Shakarri who was already walking closer to him.


“Be a good girl and start by sucking me off. Daddy’s kinda pent up from all that stress, and he needs to release.” the manager said, groaning sensuously. Shakarri crawled to the man, and held his rather firm cock. She placed her two thumbs along the base of the urethra and slowly massaged her way upward. Pre erupted from his cock as if it was molten magma from Mount Kilimanjaro. Shakarri moaned as the musky smell grew stronger, but she started stroking his length slowly with more pre flowing and lubricating his length. She started to lick his shaft, but grimaced at the rather nasty taste. “Now, now, little girl. You’ve been very mean to daddy. And if you don’t wanna be punished, then you need to keep going.” Shakarri stuck her tongue out and tried not to think of the taste when she continued to lick his shaft.


The practice wasn’t new to her, as Shakarri was never reluctant to do anything to survive. She had given oral before, and she had already lost her virginity since that tragic day. The only thing that surprised her entirely was the taste of the manager’s length. The interrupted masturbating to that underage porn may have made his musk strong and arousing for Shakarri, but it left a terrible taste in her mouth. Still she only grinned and went to work on his uncut cock.


“Good girl,” the manager said, petting her hair. “Keep giving your daddy a tongue bath.” The manager was unaware of Shakarri’s prior experience with sex, but he was taken by surprise as she took one hand off his cock and started cupping and cradling his balls. “NNNNH-!” the manager grunted, “Damn, girl, where’d you learn to do that?” Shakarri didn’t respond, instead she pulled the skin back and continued taking his length down her maw. She thanked the stars her snout was long enough to fit the majority of his curved length as her gag reflex was very sensitive. She definitely did not want a repeat of a past incident involving a chef who had caught her stealing food they were practically about to throw out.


Shakarri took her time with the fellatio, rubbing him and blowing him at a slow pace until she could get used to the heady smell. Since her mouth had been occupied, she had to rely on her snout to make all the sensual sounds to bring the guy to his climax; it seemed like it was getting closer as the man started bucking his hips along her snout, with the curved member practically massaging the roof of Shakarri’s mouth. [i]“Oh mon dieu, oui, c'est ce dont j'avais besoin.”[/i] the manager moaned in French as he placed his hands on her head. He could feel his balls starting to churn again, and pretty soon his dick followed, twitching its ejaculatory motion. More pre smeared along Shay’s tongue and flooded the taste buds responsible for sensing bitterness. Shakarri partially pulled away to swallow the bitter taste, tears already coming out as a response to the awful flavor. It gave the manager more of a desire to cum on her. “Keep sucking daddy off,” he said. “Your reward will come faster than you thought.” In actuality, he couldn’t last long; Shakarri’s tight, childish maw was much stronger than his hand, and the pressure alone would have made him cum faster than if he just used his hand. Shakarri continued, once the massive amount of pre had stopped flowing. 


The manager squirmed, almost close to blowing his load, he began bucking his hips faster than ever. [i]“Je vais foutre! Je vais foutre!”[/i] he shouted. Shakarri pulled away and started sucking his balls, tugging each testicle until they fit in between her canines. She grinned mischievously as she grabbed his throbbing cock and pointed it close to her almost blooming bosom. Once she let go of his balls, she stuck her tongue out, ready to lap up the load he was about to blow. the manager grunted as she squeezed his cock and jacked him off really fast, releasing his thick white seed into her maw, chin and her perky little chest. Shakarri giggled, taking one of the tissues he had on the desk and wiped her chest clean of the thick cum before discarding it in the wastebasket underneath her desk. She was really horny at this point, and the small puddle she made on the manager’s carpet gave evidence that she was ready to fuck his brains out.


Shakarri clawed the manager’s legs and forced all her weight on her hands as she got up. “Can I sit on Daddy’s lap?” she said in a playful tone. The manager exhaled and grabbed her by the hand, allowing her to mount him easily. Shakarri giggled, and turned herself around against the manager to present her hungry sex. “You better make this one worthwhile,” she demanded.


“For someone calling me a sicko earlier, you sure are quite the little slut.” the manager said. He started to moan as Shakarri began rubbing her little ass along his semi-hard member. Remnants of his hot cum splurted outward against her tailbase and trickled its way down the narrow crevice of her derriere. It didn’t take long for the manager to get hard again, ready to plow the hyena loli’s pussy.


“Already ready for another round?” Shakarri groaned and sighed. “There’s no helping it.” Lifting her ass, she began to line her glistening sex up against his. Her nether lips drooled feminine honey, glazing the manager's cock with juice before she put it in her oven. His glans kissed the entrance of her vaginal canal, and her opening stretched wider as he prodded his way inside. Shakarri grunted, her tight hole hadn’t stretched to something this wide before, so she felt uncomfortable. But as soon as she took in his glans, the rest went in with ease.


Shakarri grasped the manager's kneecaps and squatted along his shaft. Lewd sounds of her juices churning inside her filled the air. It was music to the manager’s ears. The scent of her preteen sex made the manager hornier as well. All this felt like a dream to him, and he still couldn’t believe he was fucking the little girl he frustratingly masturbated to on his computer, let alone that he had already cum in her mouth and her breasts. If this was a dream, he hoped he’d never wake up.


He groaned again as he felt Shay squeeze him even tighter, a name slipping unbidden from his lips as his eyes closed. “Carole!”


Shay nearly snarled at him for calling out another’s name, then got an idea as she pieced together several small hints throughout the night. “Carole? Is that your daughter, ‘daddy?’ Your little girl? Poor, sweet, little Carole? I’ll bet you call her Cari, too… Is she a good girl? Does she know her naughty daddy wants to do bad things to his baby girl? Maybe even knock her up?”


His hands tightened at her hips, gripping her hard enough to bruise as his control slipped. No longer content to let Shay do all the work, he lifted her slightly and then pulled her back down hard as he bucked up from his seat. Entranced, he could only think of fucking his daughter Carole instead of Shakarri, the girl he’d give anything to have one night with.


“Ah! Oh, Daddy!” Shay was really getting into this, and found herself hyper-aware of the fact she could feel every inch and vein of him inside her as he bucked and throbbed faster and faster. She held his arms in a deathgrip, trying to keep herself steady as she was railed and impaled. “Fuck her! Fuck me! Fuck your innocent little girl, Daddy! A-are you about to cum? D-do it, Daddy! Cum inside Cari’s cunt! Fill me up! YES!”


The manager moaned, furiously pushing his way in and out of Shakarri’s sex. Still entranced by the thought of fucking his own daughter, he roughly turned Shakarri around, facing him. “I wanna see my baby’s face when I spill my seed in her. You want to be the new Mommy? The old one’s nothing but nagging trash these days. I’ll make you my new queen, and get rid of that old hag.”


“Yes, daddy!” Shakarri said, moaning as her g-spot and cervix were being massaged and pounded by the manager's jackhammering technique. “Mark me! Make me your new mommy!” The orphaned hyena squealed wordlessly as her own orgasm finally washed over her, a rush of fluid gushing out of her stretched pussy as it squeezed its intruder tighter than ever. She curled herself along the manager’s chest, twitching as her orgasm coursed throughout her body like a massive electric shock.


The manager panted and pressed as hard as he could against Shakarri’s cervix, spraying his thick, warm seed inside her womb. He let loose, purposely spraying his cum out inside her snatch to make sure she was guaranteed to get knocked up.


After all the exertion, the manager was spent and exhausted. He smiled in satisfaction as he finally got the release he felt he deserved. “I love you, baby girl.” he said, sounding half-asleep. Shakarri smirked as the manager’s awareness was distorted, allowing her to come up with a way to make her escape. She looked towards the gun on the industrial desk  and gave the most sinister look towards the manager.


“Cari?” he mumbled, but everything went black.


“I’m not your stupid little girl, you piece of shit; and I’m sure as hell not getting pregnant with your brat.” Shay shifted the gun to her other hand and flexed her sore wrist. Looking around again, she noticed something that made her pale and want to hit herself for overlooking it before.


On top of the old-fashioned CRT monitor sat a webcam. A webcam that had been knocked askew at some point in the night. A webcam that was aimed right where she had been standing against the files.


A webcam with a bright, red, glaring light.


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