Note from Piper: The girls get pretty young in this one. Considering where we are, that's saying something.
Barbara Jones had just put her four-year-old daughter Adrienne down for her nap when she realized Adrienne needed to be somewhere at 3:00. She roused the sleepy little blonde, hurried her through a quick bath, then helped her put on a little makeup. She decided she should put Adrienne in her pretty new dress; it would be perfect for the occasion. She found a pair of shoes to go with the dress and rushed Adrienne out the door to the car.
If Barbara had not been in such a hurry, she might have questioned why she put makeup on her four year old—she had never worn it before. She might also have questioned the dress she had picked out for Adrienne. In the first place, it had not been in her closet before that day, and the in the second, it was more like a silk slip than a dress. It hugged little Adrienne’s body inappropriately, and was too short. The panties she had put on under the dress were styled like a thong, barely covering Adrienne’s crotch and completely exposing her tight little ass. The shoes were pink to match the dress, but they hadn’t been in her closet before that day. They had two inch heels, which wasn’t very tall, but she would hardly have dressed her four-year-old in heels of any sort.
Of course, if Barbara hadn’t been in such a hurry, she would never have gotten in the car in nothing but her bra and panties and tennis shoes, with no makeup. As she backed out of their driveway, she knew exactly where she was going and how to get there. In her hurried, clouded mind, however, she had no definite idea why she was taking Adrienne there.
“Darla, you need to meet the principal at the front entrance,” Darla’s teacher, Ms. Hawkins said, as she looked up and saw that it was a quarter to three.
Darla was a cute, popular fourth grader, one of the smartest girls in her class. The nine year old blonde was dressed like all the other girls at the private Christian school in a conservative black skirt, white blouse under a matching black blazer, black kneesocks, and leather shoes. She nodded to her teacher, put her books away in her desk, then got up and headed to the front entrance to the school.
As she walked down the empty halls, her clothes began to change. First her blazer, blouse, and skirt were replaced by a very short spandex dress in a black and silver print. Instead of white kneesocks, her legs were bare. The cutouts at the side of the dress made it obvious that instead of the proper white cotton briefs she had worn under her school uniform, she wore a tight black thong. She had never been allowed by her conservative parents to get her ears pierced, but now she sported big gold hoop earrings. And finally, instead of the sensible leather shoes, she wore shiny black open-toed mules with four inch heels. Her mother had already told her that she couldn’t wear makeup until she turned twelve, but now she wore bright red lipstick, along with heavy makeup that accentuated her eyes and cheekbones.
As she turned into the lobby of her school, she saw Principal Greene waiting for her just inside the front door. He turned and saw Darla, and smiled. “Hi, Darla, I’m so glad you agreed to represent Neumann Christian School at this special event.”
“Thanks, Principal Greene, I’m glad to help out.” She followed him out to his car.
They got in, and the principal pulled out of the school parking lot. After a few minutes, he eased onto the expressway, heading into the city. As he eased into the speeding traffic, he expertly unzipped his pants and freed his erection from his boxers. He looked over at the preteen and slowly rubbed his cock. “You look really pretty Darla. I like that dress.” She smiled back at him, unconcerned that he was leering at her while jerking off.
Although he had never actually jerked off while driving before—in fact, he had previously considered masturbation to be a sinful act—he expertly maneuvered the car through traffic towards the destination. He jerked himself slowly, not wanting to cum too soon. Darla smiled at him and then looked out the window.
Robert Schiller pulled up in the parking lot for the soccer complex where his daughter’s team played. As he drove up to the entrance, he saw his daughter Taylor and a couple of her teammates standing on the sidewalk talking. He beeped his horn, and the tall, athletic brunette turned to him and waved. Her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail. She wore a multicolored soccer uniform, with kneesocks. Her soccer cleats were hanging around her neck. She was tall for her age, which made her look thinner than she actually was. She had a pretty face, budding breasts that were mostly hidden by her soccer shirt, and tanned, muscular legs. She had always been a bit of a tomboy, but at thirteen, she had begun to grow out of that.
Her mother, his ex-wife, had dropped her off for the game. Robert usually came to her games, but he’d had a meeting this afternoon, and couldn’t get away. Taylor smiled at him, and said goodbye to her friends. She got in the passenger side of the SUV and put her cleats and backpack in the back. After she closed the door, she turned to him and gave him a long, deep, very non-daughterly kiss. They exchanged tongues for several seconds before they broke the kiss.
As she leaned back in the seat, her soccer outfit was gone. In its place, she wore a short white robe over a tiny white silk bra and panties and a lace garter belt and lace-top stockings.
“How did you do, honey?” Robert said, as he reached over and cupped a breast.
“We won! And I made a goal!” Taylor said excitedly. She made no move to discourage her father, and he moved his fingers under her bra to rub her peach-sized breast. Her nipples immediately stood erect, and she sighed.
“Great! I’m sorry I missed it. I really wanted to be there, but I just couldn’t get away.”
She smiled at her father. “I know, it’s all right. At least you come to the games most of the time. Mom can’t wait to drop me off and drive off.”
Her father had put the car in gear and was heading out of the complex. “Don’t be too hard on her, honey. Her new husband is a real horndog, and she can’t leave him alone for long or he’ll fuck one of her neighbors.”
“I know. I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to fuck me. He probably would if I wore something like this around him—as if.”
As they drove along in silence, Taylor fingered her crotch. “My cunny’s really wet! I can’t wait to get there tonight.”
“Yeah, I think we’re going to be a little late. I hope your boss isn’t upset.”
“He’s pretty easy going, as long as I give him blowjobs regularly.”
After a few minutes of driving, he pulled up to the curb and stopped. “Well, you have a good time tonight. See you later.”
Taylor turned around and got her clutch purse and a pair of stiletto heels out of the back. She slipped them on, then stepped onto the sidewalk. “Bye, daddy.”
As she walked away, he pulled forward. As he turned onto a side street, he looked in his rearview mirror. He rolled down his window and looked out at the sign over the building he had just passed. “The Revue—Gentleman’s Club.” He hadn’t noticed it before. He drove around the block and pulled into the parking lot. He didn’t have any plans for the night, so he decided to check it out.
He parked and went inside. After paying the cover charge, he walked into the club itself. It was dark, just like every other men’s club he had been in. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he looked up at the stage. A cute blonde who looked about four years old was dancing to a throbbing beat. She had removed her silky dress and now wore only a tiny pink thong. A middle-aged man walked up to the stage, holding out a five dollar bill. As the cute little blonde danced over to him, Robert couldn’t help but think that this guy was trying too hard. You never tipped a dancer that big this early in the evening.
He sat down and got a cocktail waitress’ attention. He ordered a beer and looked around. The place wasn’t very busy yet, but there were lots of dancers. A couple were on the other stages, a few were giving table dances, but most of them were standing around.
A cute blonde about nine years old walked toward him. She wore a tight spandex dress that left little to the imagination. “Hi, sugar, you want a table dance?” she said, and licked her lips sexily.
She was cute, though slightly chubby. She was a little younger than he usually liked. He smiled and shook his head. “Not right now, honey. I just got here.”
He sat and drank his beer. The little blonde finished a couple more dances on the main stage, then moved to one of the side stages. A twelve year old Latina came out on stage, wearing a metallic bikini that contrasted nicely to her black hair and brown skin.
As he watched her and considered tipping her, he saw a cute brunette in the distance. She had been giving a table dance. As she took the customer’s money, and kissed him, she put a silk robe on over her white lingerie.
She was just the type of dancer he liked. Luckily, as she walked away, she walked directly toward his table. He caught her eye. Smiling at him, she approached. “Hi there, you doing all right tonight?”
“Better now that you are here. Can I buy you a drink?”
“Sure, honey. You want a dance?”
He nodded, and she sat down in the chair next to him. He waved a waitress over. “I’ll have another beer, and what do you want?”
“I’ll have a Cherry Koolaid,” she said, winking at the waitress. She leaned in close to him. “My name is Taylor, what’s your name?”
“I’m Robert. Taylor’s a pretty name. How old are you?”
“I just turned thirteen.” She raised up and slipped off the robe, then unhooked the sheer white bra.
They made small talk while the current song finished. The waitress brought their drinks. When the next song began, Taylor took a sip of her drink, stood up and faced Robert, swaying her hips to the beat. She shook her little titties, leaning forward so that her nipples were mere inches from his face.
He had her dance a second song for him, then paid her $50. She thanked him, then gave him a long kiss. She walked off, putting her bra back on. He looked up at the main stage, where a little Asian girl, who couldn’t have been much over two years old, had come out on stage. She could barely walk, couldn’t really dance, she just kind of swayed to the beat. She wore a pink teeshirt and crotchless panties. A fat middle-aged man came up to the stage and held up a ten dollar bill. She walked over to him, smiling as he held out the bill. As she stood there, his head was even with her crotch. As she took the bill from him, he leaned forward and began to lick her fat, prominent cunt lips.
The toddler didn’t appear to react to his licking, just continued to stand there, swaying to the music. Robert watched the little dancer for a few minutes, then realized that he needed to take a piss. He stood up and looked around. His waitress came over and he ordered a third beer and told her he would be right back. He walked toward the restroom and into a stall. He sat on the toilet, hardly noticing the girl standing in the stall. As he sat and did his business, he looked up at the girl. She was naked, on her forehead the words “Toilet Paper” were written in black magic marker. She was an African-American girl, about fourteen years old. She had small, pert breasts and a crotch covered in short black hair. The hair on her head was short and arranged in corn-rows. As he looked at her, he realized he recognized her—she was a member of his daughter’s soccer team.
She had a vacant expression on her face. When he had finished peeing and emptying his bowels, she looked down at him. “May I clean you up, sir?” She said. Her voice had no feeling to it, no disgust, no desire.
He smiled wickedly. “Sure, Toilet Paper. Get to it.” He had never heard of this before, but he decided to go with it.
She knelt down and took his cock in her mouth. She licked the length of it, then licked his balls. After a few minutes of this, she gestured for him to raise up. She moved her head further in between his legs and began licking his ass. He spread his legs apart to give her room, her tongue drilled deeply into his asshole, cleaning it thoroughly with her lips and tongue. It felt wonderful and he was hard as a rock.
As she straightened up, she saw his erection. “I can take care of that, too, Sir.”
The thought of this girl who looked just like a teammate of his daughter giving him a blowjob made him even harder. He nodded to her. She moved in and licked his shaft and balls. She then moved her mouth to the head, and expertly took the entire length down her throat. It didn’t take long before he felt himself coming. He grabbed her head, and pushed her all the way down on his cock, which erupted at the back of her throat. She gagged and choked. When he had finished cuming, he let go of her, and she raised up and coughed, drooling cum down her chin.
“Thanks, slut. I needed that.” He stood up pulled up his pants, and walked out of the stall. He saw a tip jar next to the sink, and put a dollar bill in it. He washed his hands. He looked over at the empty stall, and she was again standing inside, face blank, waiting. He looked at the other stalls, and noticed that each had a girl standing inside it, naked, with the same wording written on their foreheads.
He walked back to his table. He noticed at the table next to his, the four-year-old he had seen on stage early was dancing for a woman. The four year old was topless, standing on a small table so that her body was at the woman’s face level. The woman, who wore nothing but a bra and panties with tennis shoes, was kissing the little girl’s nipples. She was clearly turned on, and had a hand inside her panties. She would occasionally stop kissing the girl’s nipples long enough to shout: “Oh fuck, you are so sexy!”
The little Asian toddler that had been on the main stage earlier had moved to a side stage, where she was being fingered by a young Asian man who had given her a large tip. The fat man who had been paying attention to her earlier was getting a table dance from a cute nine-year-old blonde wearing nothing but a black thong. He had his cock out, and she occasionally jerked him off as she danced sexily in front of him.
On main stage, a ten-year-old girl with long curly red hair and lots of freckles had come out on stage wearing a cowgirl costume with pink hat and matching cowgirl boots. Her top was nothing but a red bandana tied around her chest. He stood up, fished a couple of ones out of his pocket, and headed up to the main stage. It wasn’t that late, and losing some sleep tonight would be worth it.
He would definitely have to remember this place—cheap beer, great looking girls, and cheap table dances—what could be better? He’d have to tell his boss about it. Might score some brownie points.
