Message-ID: <31785asstr$996783003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Sam Lindsey" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 02 Aug 2001 16:41:18.0021 (UTC) FILETIME=[F3E4FF50:01C11B71] Subject: {ASSM} Chasing Lolita - The Aftermath and Epilogue Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2001 16:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sexual conduct with minors. If this offends you, or if it is illegal to possess such material in the jurisdiction you live, DO NOT continue any further, and please delete this message and any attachments off your computer. You have been warned! To all others, enjoy... For further information on this series, be sure to read the message, 'Chasing Lolita 00 - Read Me First'. Your comments posted to the newsgroup or sent to me by e-mail will be read and are much appreciated. I reply to all e-mails. THE 'CHASING LOLITA' SERIES by Sam 'The Sham' Lindsey sam_s_lindsey@hotmail.com THE AFTERMATH and EPILOGUE THE AFTERMATH ------------- I picked Nikki up after school on Friday, the same as usual. We drove back to my place, the same as usual. Nikki got all dolled up in her high-priced hooker gear that made her look more like twenty-two rather than her actual age of eleven, the same as usual. She gave me a scrumptious blowjob on our long drive out to the airport hotel where we worked, the same as usual. I came in her mouth like the crashing waters of the Red Sea after Moses had parted it, the same as usual. Everything was about the same as usual. Nikki seemed to have forgiven me for sending her to work alone the previous Saturday evening while I kept her little 12-year-old friend Megan behind and pummeled every fresh hole in her virgin body. The only thing that seemed to be different was that I had had a bitch of a time lining up johns for tonight. What I'd wanted was for Nikki to do another three-on-one gang-bang like she did the previous week and then take our money and run so I could get her home in plenty of time to meet her 9:00 p.m. curfew without risking life and limb on the freeway, but amazingly I couldn't even find three johns that were interested. I wasn't sure whether we were just hitting some bad timing with Nikki's customers or whether they had gotten spooked for some reason; they all seemed to be a little tight-lipped over the phone. I'd only managed to scare up two johns for the night, one for 6:00 and one for 7:00, and the 6:00 john was a new guy. He told me over the phone that he was a self-employed contractor from Toledo and that he had been referred to us by Hank, one of Nikki's regular johns who was a lawyer in Cleveland. He seemed okay over the phone but I arranged to meet him at 5:30 in the hotel bar anyway. I always met Nikki's johns personally before her first date with them as kind of a crude test to make sure she didn't pick up some communicable disease or be exposed to any rough stuff. When Nikki and I arrived at the hotel bar around 5:30, the john was sitting there waiting for us. I had told him to wear a yellow puffed hanky in his right breast pocket so I'd be able to pick him out in the bar. While Nikki went to the ladies' room to freshen up, I sat down at his table to talk with him. He was really big and stocky, but other than that he seemed like an okay guy - just another regular Joe Blow. When Nikki came out of the ladies' room I met her at our usual table up against the wall and told her that the guy seemed to be all right. Around 5:50 she got up from the table and went to meet him in his room. He had already left several minutes earlier. While I waited for Nikki to finish her trick, I ordered a Margarita from Dusty, the big-titted blonde barmaid who I'd poked the previous Friday night. I would have thought that she'd have been all over me tonight, but she seemed to be a little bit cool and distant. I put it off to guilt that she was probably feeling over fucking somebody else so soon after splitting up with her boyfriend. For all I knew, she and her boyfriend might have even gotten back together again since last week. As my eyes surveyed the room, I noticed that there were a few strange male faces in the bar tonight, and a couple of the newbies seemed to be having some kind of ear problem as they kept poking their fingers in their ears. As the time approached 6:30, I figured that Nikki should be back down any minute. Suddenly, without warning, guns started popping out all over the place and they were all pointed at me! "DOWN ON YOUR STOMACH, NOW!!!" one of the new faces screamed at me as he waved his pistol around in my face. I immediately dropped to the floor and went down on my belly just as three large men came crashing down on top of me, two of them jerking my hands behind my back and handcuffing me while a third sat on my legs while he frisked me for weapons. They yanked me back up onto my feet and one of them said, "You're under arrest for pandering." As they dragged me outside to an unmarked police car, I was read my rights before the back door of the car opened and a big hand pushed down on the top of my head as I was thrown into the car face first. As I sat back up, the car started in motion and sped away. Well, I had apparently been set up good. Hank, the little prick lawyer from Cleveland had apparently been nabbed on some kind of money laundering scheme and he had immediately started to sing about everyone and everything he knew in order to save his own scrawny butt. At the same time, Nikki's parents had started to become suspicious about the startling change they'd seen come over their little girl during the past few months and they'd hired a PI to follow her around. While the private dick had figured out quite early what we were up to, he hadn't been able to obtain any hard evidence until last Saturday afternoon when Nikki and I had our hot foursome with her little friend, Megan, and Tim, the young hotel busboy. The PI had managed to take photographs of me fucking both Nikki and Megan and had taken them directly to Nikki's parents. Nikki's parents were so shocked and upset that they immediately went to the police. The cops put two and two together and somehow came up with the fact that Nikki and I were the same two who were working the airport hotel - the same pimp and prostitute that Hank had ratted out. Once I was in custody, the charges began to mount: pandering, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, possession of cocaine, numerous counts of fraud for the phony invoicing scheme I'd developed, and two counts of statutory rape. After the cops conducted a search of my home and found a mountain of dope, they wanted to charge me with possession of cocaine with intent to traffic. But my attorney managed to convince the District Attorney's office that it was all for my own personal use (I guess I'd been a little out of control lately) and they reduced the charge down to simple possession. As for the two statutory rape charges, I figured it could have been worse. Apparently they could have charged me for each separate time I'd had sex with Nikki, but luckily Nikki wasn't talking. Also, they hadn't cottoned onto the fact that I had boffed my little 13-year-old neighbor, Kimmy, as well. As I said, it could have been worse - much worse! My attorney told me that I was looking at about a hundred years if they went to the max on everything, and I wanted to just curl up and die. My attorney was a bit of a weasel but he had a reputation for having a good rapport with the DA's office in terms of cooking up deals and pleading things out. "Bargain Bob" they called him. I knew there was no point in going to trial because they had me dead to rights on everything. So eventually, after doing about six months of dead time, I managed to get everything boiled down to just twelve years. But, hey, I'm eligible for full parole in a little under ten and I'll only be fifty years old. Not too bad, everything considered. While I was in jail waiting for my lawyer to strike a plea bargain, I received a visit from Nikki. Although I was under a court order to have no contact with either of my "victims", Nikki had dressed herself up in some very mature-looking clothes and had put on her big-girl make-up. She looked like she was at least twenty-five when she came to visit me and the jail was on the lookout for little 11 and 12-year-old girls. As Nikki began to talk to me over the phone in the visiting room, she looked at me through the thick plexiglass with a tortured expression on her face and began to cry. "It'll be okay, baby," I lied to her as I put my finger up to the thick glass to touch hers. I found out that her six o'clock john had actually been a cop and that he had busted her up in the hotel room, but not before he had stuck his big dick in every orifice of her body. "That fucking pig!" I seethed in anger and disgust. "Did you tell anybody?" I asked Nikki. She shook her head 'no'. "He wore a condom," she said, "so I couldn't prove anything anyway. It would have just been my word against his." She began to sob again and she looked so sad that I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her. Apparently Nikki had received speedy justice from the juvenile court system. She got a year's probation and had a curfew imposed. She was also prohibited from being in any bar until she was twenty-one and was strictly prohibited from being anywhere in the airport hotel where she had turned her tricks. She was also forbidden to see me. "You'd better get going," I said to her. "I wouldn't want you to get caught here." As Nikki turned to leave, she looked at me with tear-filled eyes and silently said, "I love you, Sam," through the three-inch glass. "I love you too, kid," I mouthed at her back as she walked out the door of the visiting room. Well, to make a long story short, my attorney finally managed to strike a plea bargain with the DA's office. I sat through the sentencing hearing and listened while one of the prosecutors described me to the judge in terms such as "emotionally immature" and "morally bereft" and "serial pedophile." The judge however agreed to my twelve-year plea bargain. The court also took possession of all of my assets including my house, my car, my bank accounts and all of my toys. When I asked my attorney how they could do that, he tried to explain to me about the 'proceeds of crime' legislation that had just been passed in the state where I lived. It was called 'reverse onus' legislation which meant that I had to be able to prove that the assets seized hadn't been purchased from the money I'd made pandering. It was a little hard to do while I was locked up behind bars, and eventually I just gave up. I was ultimately shipped out to one of the state penitentiaries to do my time. My attorney had tried to convince the judge to recommend that I be incarcerated in a minimum security prison but the judge was only willing to go medium security, and only then because I hadn't been charged with any crimes of violence. The first day I arrived at the pen I met my cellmate, Bubba. Yes, you heard me right, Bubba - no shit, eh? Bubba was a great big 6'6" redneck from down south somewhere. I didn't know what he was in for and I didn't really want to ask. "What's your name?" Bubba asked me that first day as we were lying in our cells on our respective cots. "Sam," I replied tersely, hoping to avoid any lengthy conversations with this big gorilla. "Sam... hey, just like that 'Wooly Bully' guy," Bubba said as he perked up on his cot. "What was his name?" "Sam the Sham," I replied, "... and the Pharaohs." "Yeah... that's right... Sam the Sham," Bubba mused as he laid his head back down on the cot. "I think that's what I'm going to call you from now on - Sam the Sham. Do you like that nickname?" "Not really," I replied honestly. Big Bubba's face started to turn a little red when he heard my response and he sat up on his cot and glared at me. "No?" he said. "When then maybe I'll call you 'Sweet Cheeks' instead... " "Sam the Sham is fine," I interjected diplomatically, hoping to calm down this giant before he blew a gasket. Bubba rested his head back down on his cot again and stared at the ceiling as he rolled the words around in his mouth. "Sam... Sammy... Sam-u-el... Sam the Sham... Sa-man-tha..." Suddenly he threw something small in the air towards me and said, "Here Sa-man-tha, put a little of this on." I caught the flying object in the palm of my hand and looked at it. It was a tube of lipstick! ________________________________________________________________________________ EPILOGUE Well, I've learned a few things since I've been in the joint. I learned early on that if the subject of my crimes ever came up, it was okay to mention the pandering and possession and fraud charges, but the statutory rapes were a no-no. That error in judgment cost me one good beating. I have to attend classes designed for sexual predators like myself to learn how to control my impulses towards young girls so that I don't repeat offend after I get out of here in ten years. And, oh yeah... I've also learned how to giant cocks up my ass. I have a much better appreciation now for all of the girls I'd anally penetrated over the years. I heard through the grapevine that Nikki had settled back down and returned to being an A student again. The cops never did find her bank accounts and the courts decided not to touch her college fund, so monetarily she was set for quite a while. I guess Megan found out she was pregnant shortly after our Saturday afternoon orgy. I don't know whether the baby is mine or Tim's or maybe even her boyfriend, Jeff's. I haven't been asked to provide a DNA sample and it wouldn't matter anyway; I am completely destitute and unable to pay child support while I remain in prison. My ex-girlfriend's daughter, Laurie, had moved in with her big black stud, Junior, while they continued to attend college. I'd heard that Junior shared her around with the other three black friends of his that they lived with and that she had basically become some kind of black cock gang-bang slut. As for Laurie's friend Janie, I never heard any more about her although I'm sure she's out there somewhere taking big cocks in her pussy and her ass and her mouth and up between her two massive hooters. And Kimmy... my sweet little Kimmy... she's been sending me letters lately professing her undying love for me and telling me that she's counting the days until I get out and we can be together again. She doesn't sign the letters or put a return address on them, but I know they're from her. I haven't replied to one of them. Hopefully she'll forget about me in time. It's taken me quite a while to accept the fact that what I did amounted to criminal behavior. After all, I had never actually raped anyone and all the young girls I'd fucked had been willing participants. I do have to admit that, occasionally when I daydream, my thoughts will stray back in time to one of the hot episodes of sex I'd participated in during that one fateful year. You're probably wondering whether, in retrospect, I think it was all worth it. Well, let's see... how shall I put it? I live in a cage with a 6'6" redneck gorilla named Bubba who makes me wear lipstick while I suck his cock and likes to jam his eleven-inch pecker up my ass. What do you think? But like the last line in Jimmy Buffet's song, 'He Went To Paris': Some of it's magic And some of it's tragic But I had a good time all the way. And like Buffet's old man in the song, I've started writing my memoirs. My attorney has been trying to sell them to several publishers and he thinks he may have one interested. Apparently the state is trying to pass a bill that would forbid criminals from profiting in any way from their crimes, so I'm under some pressure now to complete them. The working title is 'Descent Into Depravity: A Pimp's Story'. My attorney came up with that one, bless his little heart. But lately I've been thinking about changing it. How do you think 'Chasing Lolita' sounds? THE END Thanks for reading 'Chasing Lolita,' and remember: it was all a sham. Sincerely, Sam _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+