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The school bell rang, signifying the end of yet another day. Everyone left their seat and milled out into the halls to catch their ride except one girl, she hadn’t even noticed the other leave and it wouldn’t matter, she had detention yet again. The freshman sat in her daydream until the teacher roused her. “Wah? Oh… yeah I am supposed to write a report aren’t I?” The girl smiled sheepishly as she pulled out her notebook. She was caught fighting at lunch and it wasn’t the first time. She was a trouble maker, if there was a rule against something, she would break it out of spite. No one knew why she was so stubborn, there was a time when she was the best student but maybe the old adage was true, puberty changes everyone. Her teacher just watched her quietly, wondering why his student would keep up such terrible behaviors. She looked up from her note book and blushed realizing he was watching her. She quickly returned to the report but he was still puzzled, especially that reaction. He took notes while watching her work, trying to work it out in his mind but the more he thought about it, the less sense it made. She stopped working and was back to daydreaming again. He got up and walked to her side, looking first at the finished report and then at her. She had a faraway dreaming look to her and her breathing was a little jagged.

A story for the girl who wants to be a very high end, expensive whore. Or the guy who wants to have one.

Brendy and I leave the hotel room and are on the way back to her penthouse. My pussy was still dripping from excitement. She was totally unfazed, as a seasoned whore it was just another job.

We enjoyed a little more champagne in the limo. Soon we were at her apartment building. As she stepped out she looked back at me and said, “Rhonda, you did very well tonight, you will get very rich if you stay with this work.”

“Actually Brendy I was so excited tonight I have no doubt I’ll be your top girl,” I replied.

She flashed that big smile, “yes you will, I can see it in your eyes.”

The limo drove me to my trailer park and at the entrance I asked the driver to stop. “No way I can explain me coming home in a limo, let me out here and I’ll walk.” The driver opened my door and stepping out I felt euphoric, what a day.

BABY SMOOTH

Samantha sat on the edge of the tub with her legs spread wide apart while she very carefully maneuvered the safety razor along her bulging vaginal lips, using tiny short strokes to remove the final remnants of hair from her eighteen year old pussy. A knock on the bathroom door made her pause as she asked who it was. “Just me,” shouted her best friend Priscilla through the closed door, “can I come in?!?” “Sure, Pris, come on in, I’m almost finished here anyway,” intoned Samantha as she went back to her barbering! Priscilla nearly burst through the door and took a seat on the closed toilet lid and asked, “What in the hell are you doing, Sam, it looks like your taking it all off!?!” Continuing with her shaving, Samantha replied, “That’s right, babe, I’m getting rid of all of it, with summer coming up, I want a nice clean look for my new bikini!!!” Priscilla didn’t answer for awhile, but watched intently as her friend scraped away her remaining pubes. “Doesn’t it sting,” she finally asked, “it looks like it burns like the dickens!!!” “Not too badly,” Sam replied, “and I’m going to rub it with baby oil when I’m finished, that should take away the sting!” Pris looked doubtful, but held her tongue as Samantha wiped away the excess lather and dabbed away the remaining moisture with a fluffy towel. “Well,” asked Samantha, “how does it look!?!” “Like a five year old,” Pris retorted quickly, “but I have to admit that it does look sexy in an odd sort of way, how does it feel?” “Mmmmm, very erotic, the air is really cool on it,” Sam replied softly, “look at my clit, it’s all puffed up!!!” Priscilla leaned forward for a better look, and was astounded at what she saw!!! There at the top of Sam’s crack, poked out the head of her very erect clitoris!!! “My god, Sam,” she moaned quietly, “you must be on fire!!!” Sam’s breathing was now becoming labored, and along the length of crack moisture appeared in small droplets, looking for all the world like a string of small pearls! Without asking, Priscilla picked up the baby oil, turned on the hot water and held the bottle under the faucet for a minute or so to warm up its contents, and then squeezed a generous squirt into her hand, where upon she rubbed the warm oil gently into Samantha’s freshly shaven mound!!!