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Caveat lector.

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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.

Cyn Turns Pro

By
Norm DePloom

Cyn held the jerking cock in her mouth, swallowing
sticky cum until the spurts subsided then, letting the
softening dick slide from her lips, she sat up and
looked around the theater.  The teenage boy pushed his
cock back into his pants then, sliding past the young
girl, returned to his seat.  As soon as he was seated,
another boy in the group stood up and made his way
back to the last row where Cyn waited for him.

"You got the money?" Cyn whispered, after he'd settled
into the chair beside her.  The young man dug into his
jeans pocket and produced a soggy, wrinkled five-
dollar bill.  After taking the money and pushing it
into her shorts pocket, Cyn unzipped the boy's pants
and lowered her head into his lap.  While she moved
her mouth up and down on the teenaged shaft, Cyn
thought about the wad of five-dollar bills in her
pocket, and the things she could buy with them.  This
has got to be the easiest way I've ever found to make
money, Cyn thought as another teenaged boy pumped his
cum onto her tongue, I've got to thank Debbie for
showing me how.  As the last of the six boys who had
come to the theater with her, walked back to join his
friends, Cyn stood up and straightened her clothes in
preparation for leaving the darkened room.

"Come with me miss."  Cyn jumped when she heard the
man's voice.  As he took her arm to guide her into the
lobby, Cyn noticed the boys leaving through the
emergency exit, abandoning her to her fate.  The man
walked Cyn past the candy counter and into the
theater's office/storage room.

"How old are you?" The man asked as he pushed her down
into a chair.

"Fourteen," Cyn answered, adding two years to her age.

"What's your name?"  He asked as he leaned against the
front edge of the desk.

"Cyn, Cynthia," Cyn replied avoiding his eyes.

"Empty your pockets onto the desk."  The man ordered.
Cyn made no move to obey him.  "I can always just call
the police and tell them I have an underage whore
working in my theater."  He said reaching for the
phone.  Cyn wanted to object to being called a
'whore'.  After all, she wasn't really having sex with
the boys, she was just sucking their cocks.  Deciding
to keep her mouth shut, Cyn stood up and dug the wad
of cash from her pocket.  The man separated the bills
with a single finger as he counted them "Five, ten,
fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty," he recited out
loud, "so you charged each of them five dollars.  Not
only are you an underage whore," he said as he
selected the three cleanest bills, "you're also a
cheap whore."  The man picked up the three bills he
selected and began to smooth the wrinkles of them.
"If you want to suck cock in my theater," he continued
as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket, "you
will give me half of whatever you make."

"Half?" Cyn asked, on the verge of tears.

"And," the man continued, unzipping his pants and
pulling his hardening cock into view, "you'll have to
suck my cock."  Cyn thought it was terribly unfair,
after all she was the one doing all the work.  Acutely
aware of the man's threat to call the police, Cyn
leaned forward and opened her mouth to suck on the
man's dick.

"Not so quick," he said holding her face away from his
dick with a hand on her forehead, "I like whores to be
naked when they suck me off."  Cyn sat back in the
chair, her face turning red.  She had never been naked
with another person, boy or girl.  She didn't even let
the boys touch her, not even on top of her clothes,
while she sucked them.  "Come on," the man said more
sternly, "strip off those clothes."  It wasn't so much
the police Cyn was afraid of, but of what her mother
would do if she found out.  Cyn could feel her face
burning as she stood up and pulled her T-shirt over
her head.  He finger's trembled as she reached back
behind her and unhooked the almost cup-less bra she
was wearing.  She watched the man's cock continuing to
grow as she pushed her shorts and panties down her
skinny legs and stepped out of them.   When she stood
back up the man placed one of his hand's over each of
her small breasts.  Despite her embarrassment and fear
his hands felt warm against her skin, and Cyn could
feel her nipples hardening against the man's palms.
She could feel herself growing warm and damp between
her legs as the man moved his hands and gently
squeezed her crinkled nipples between his thumbs and
fingers.  His cock was now fully hard, and bumped
against her firm, smooth belly as he stood close to
her.

"Get down on your knees," the man said, moving his
hands up to Cyn's shoulders and gently pushing down on
her.  Cyn sank to her knees and grasped the base of
the large hard cock in front of her with her right
hand.  Opening her mouth wide, Cyn moved her head
toward a cock that was substantially larger than the
ones on the teenage boys she had come to the theater
with.

"You do as I tell you," the man said as Cyn's lips
stretched and her mouth engulfed the top half of his
hard dick, "and you'll make twice, maybe three times
what you make now.  Even after paying half of it to
me."  The man moved his hands to each side of Cyn's
head and slowly pushed himself deeper into her hot
mouth.   With teenage boys Cyn had always felt in
control, now she was experiencing the feeling of being
totally controlled.  Cyn felt her throat spasm as the
head of the cock caused her to gag, and pushed against
the man's thighs as he eased off just enough to stop
the choking.

"You're going to have to learn to take a full grown
cock," he said as he held the sides of Cyn's head and
pushed back into her mouth, "you're going to be doing
men from now on instead of boys."  Cyn desperately
held onto the man's thighs as he kept a firm grasp on
the sides of her head and worked his cock back and
forth across her gag point, pulling back just enough
to keep Cyn from bringing up her popcorn every time
her stomach muscles started to tighten.    Exhausted
and with her whole body trembling Cyn finally learned
to relax her throat and the man slipped his cock
completely inside her.

"That's my little whore," the man said with a deep
sigh as he pulled out of Cyn then pushed completely
back inside her.  Cyn continued to hold onto the man's
thighs as she learned the difference between mouth
fucking and cock sucking.  A thin line of drool was
flowing from each side of Cyn's mouth and a string of
saliva hung from one side of her chin down onto her
small, cone shaped breasts by the time the man,
holding her face snug against his kinky pubic hair,
pumped his sperm into her.  Cyn could feel the channel
along the bottom of his hard cock pulse against her
tongue as the cum moved through it and into her
throat.  Cyn was squealing in panic and desperately
pushing against his thighs by the time the man finally
released her head and allowed Cyn to fall back onto
her fanny gasping for air.

"Tomorrow," the man said with a tone of dismissal as
he stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped his
fly, "you come here right after school."  Cyn climbed
unsteadily to her feet then, after looking around and
locating her shorts, bent over to pick them up.  She
heard a high-pitched electronic whine then, just as
she stood back up, saw the strobe flash of the man's
Polaroid camera.

"Gotta have a picture to show the potential
customers."  He explained as the camera whirred and
ejected the undeveloped picture.  Cyn could not
understand why, but she felt more deeply humiliated
thinking about this man showing the picture of her
naked body to other men than she ever had sucking on a
boy's dick.

"Now get dressed and get out of here," he finished as
he walked around the desk while he uselessly fanned
the Polaroid in the air.  The man sat at his desk,
ignoring Cyn, while she dressed then left the room.
The two older girls stopped whispering and smirked at
her as she walked through the lobby to the exit.
After her experience with the theater manager Cyn
didn't really feel like shopping, so she went home.
Her mom was at work leaving Cyn the privacy to cry
without having to explain her tears as she fixed
herself some dinner.  In spite of the tears, and the
feelings of humiliation, it was the feel of the man's
cock moving back and forth across her lips that Cyn
thought about while she rubbed her crotch to a toe
curling orgasm just before she fell asleep that night.

The next day at school Cyn found it impossible to
think about anything other than what it had felt like
to have the theater manager hold hand fulls of her
hair while he pushed his huge hard cock deeper and
deeper into her throat.  Three times during the day
Cyn locked herself into a stall in the girls room and
rubbed her cunt to relieve the tensions created by her
uncontrollable thoughts.

"Where do you think you're going?"  Cyn stopped and
turned to face the woman in the ticket booth.

"In the theater," Cyn answered hesitantly.

"Not without a ticket."

"But..."

"But, nothing," the woman said looking at Cyn in a
manner that made Cyn blush bright red, "in fact you
have to buy two tickets."

"Two?  Why would I have to buy two tickets?"  Cyn put
her hands on her hips and tried to look tough.

"One for you," the woman said with a superior sneer,
"and one for your, ah, friends."  Cyn's defiance
melted into total humiliation.  As she dug money out
of her pocket and handed the bills through the hole in
the window.

"That will be two adult tickets," the woman continued
as she put the money into her own pocket without
giving Cyn any tickets, "if you're old enough to suck
cock, you're old enough to pay adult rates."  Cyn felt
like crawling, wishing she could hide behind the
posters hanging in the glass display cases, as she
walked to the door.  She had assumed that what she was
doing would have been a secret between the Manager and
herself.

"Wait here," the high school aged girl behind the
candy counter ordered as soon as Cyn had stepped into
the lobby.  The girl picked up a huge, old, black
telephone handset and held it to her ear.

"The whore's here," she said into it after a momentary
pause.  Cyn wanted to run just as far away from this
place as she could.  She could feel the hot tears
rolling down her warm red cheeks as the candy girl
hung up the phone.  "You can go on in now," the girl
paused as Cyn took a step toward the theater's
office/store room, "cock sucker."  She finished as Cyn
walked across the old warn maroon carpet.  Cyn was on
the verge of sobbing as she opened the door.  She
froze half way through the door when she realized that
there were two other men in the room besides the
Manager.

"Come in and shut the door," the Manager said
brusquely, "these two men," he continued, not waiting
for her to obey his order, "are vice officers."  Cyn
stared at the two men, her heart racing as the door
clicked shut behind her.  "They are the ones who will
arrest you," the Manager paused while all three of the
men enjoyed her look of total betrayal and panic, "if
you don't do exactly as you are told."  Cyn looked at
the faces of the three men in the room with her.  None
of them appeared to be someone she would choose to be
with in any way, but she just knew that being arrested
would be the most pleasant of the things that would
happen to her if she did not do what they told her to
do.

"Now take off your clothes," the Manager ordered. All
three men watched as Cyn unbuttoned her blouse with
fingers that were trembling so violently they
threatened to rip the buttons from the material.
Tears continued to stream down her face.  "Your going
to have to pay these two gentlemen one quarter of
everything you make," the Manager informed Cyn.  As
she pulled her blouse off and reached behind her back
to unfasten her bra, Cyn wondered if there was any end
to the people who were going to demand a share of her
money.

"You will also have to suck their cocks whenever they
want," the Manager added as Cyn pushed her skirt down
her skinny legs and stepped out of it.  As Cyn pushed
her panties down her legs one of the vice officers
leaned back in his chair and, after unzipping his fly,
pulled a half-hard, meaty looking cock into view.

"Like right now," he growled with a nod of his head
toward his exposed dick.  Cyn swallowed a couple of
times like she was trying to keep from throwing up,
then got down on her knees and with obvious dislike,
took the officer's cock into her mouth.

"There's also a beat cop," the manager said as the
vice cop's dick grew thick and hard in Cyn's young
mouth, "but you get off lucky with him, he only wants
blow jobs."  As she moved her mouth up and down on the
shaft of the officer's dick, the other policeman
leaned forward and ran his sweaty hands over Cyn's
body, making her skin crawl wherever he touched.  Cyn
had already come to the conclusion that there were
only two types of men; the ones who sat back and let
the female do the work, and the kind who grabs the
girl by her hair and pumps her mouth up and down on
his cock while he fucks her face like it was a cunt.
Cyn was sure that both of these disgusting men would
be in the second category, so it didn't surprise her
when the officer whose cock was in her mouth grabbed
double handfuls of her hair and began to fuck her
mouth with enthusiasm.  While the thick hard cock
pumped in and out of her face, Cyn felt fingers
roughly probing into her virgin cunt and ass.  They
made her wince several times, but her mouth was too
full of cock to tell them, not that they would care.
By the time his cum filled her mouth, Cyn's lips were
numb from being pounded into the police officers pubic
hair.

"Come over here, bitch," the second officer said as
soon as the first one's spent dick slipped from her
lips.  His cock wasn't as big around as the first, but
it was longer, and Cyn gagged a couple of times before
she remembered how to let the invading flesh slip into
her throat.  This, Cyn thought sadly, is not what I
thought it was going to be.  Yesterday she had been
flying high, thinking about all the things she could
buy with her new-found source of income, and all she
had done since then was give her money away to men and
suck their cocks for free.

Out of the corner of her eye Cyn saw the flash, then
heard the whirring sound as a Polaroid camera ejected
an undeveloped picture.  Another flash, and another
whir, Cyn felt fresh tears roll down her cheeks as she
realized that the manager was taking pictures of her
naked, down on her knees as a man in a suite fucked
his hard dick in and out of her mouth.  Unlike every
other male whose cock Cyn had sucked on, this one
pulled her head out of his lap and, much to her
surprise shot his cum onto her nose and cheeks.
Without letting go of her hair, he then turned her
head to face the Manager's camera.

"That's it," the Manager said as the strobe temporary
blinded Cyn, "that's a good shot.  Hold her still
while I get a couple more."  The flashes continued
while he concentrated on getting close up pictures of
Cyn's face with the officer's cum dripping from it.

"That's enough for now," the man from the Vice
Department said as he stood up and, leaving Cyn laying
on the floor, pushed his cock back inside his trousers
and zipped up, "we can get some better shots latter."

"You behave yourself," the other officer, the first
one she had sucked off, said as he leaned over and,
grabbing Cyn's hair, forced her to look up at him, "or
we will arrest your skinny little cocksucking ass and
throw you in jail for being a dumb little whore."

"And now we have pictures to prove it," the second man
said with a laugh that sent fright chills down Cyn's
naked back.   "As always," the first man said to the
Manager as they shook hands, ignoring Cyn lying on the
cement floor, "it's a pleasure doing business with
you."

"Yeah," the second man chimed in nudging Cyn with the
toe of his shoe, "a real pleasure, I hope our business
partnership lasts a good long time.  I'm really
looking forward to having a steady supply of snatch
again."  All three of the men laughed as the two
officers left the room.

"Up off the floor," the Manager said as he walked
around his desk, then sat in his desk chair.  "Put
these on," he ordered, throwing a couple of pieces of
clothing in Cyn's general direction.  Cyn leaned over
and picked up what initially appeared to be not much
more than a couple of scraps of material.  As she
sorted them out she realized that the Manager wanted
her to wear a cut-off T-shirt and a short, pleated
plaid skirt.  Cyn pulled what was obviously intended
to be her 'work' clothes over her head and up her
legs.  The shirt just barely covered her nipples, and
the skirt didn't even completely cover her butt.
After looking down at her not-quite-flat chest, and
twisting around to see her less than half covered ass
Cyn was just opening her mouth to protest when the
manager spoke again.

"I knew you wouldn't be dressed properly," he said,
"so I picked something up for you."  He looked up from
the Polaroids spread out on his desk, "I'll deduct
their cost from your share of tonight's ticket sales."
Standing up, the Manager picked up a roll of tickets
and walked around the desk.  "I've been selling
tickets," he explained, "to the men who want to shoot
their cum in your cute young mouth."  As he talked the
Manager slipped his fingers under the bottom edge of
the cut-off T-shirt and gently pinched Cyn's nipples.
"That way you don't have to worry about collecting
money from your admirers."  Cyn blushed, the way the
Manager looked at her was somehow different than the
other men.  It was both scarier, and more exciting.
Cyn could tell that the other men had just wanted to
fuck her, but from the Manager Cyn got the feeling
that he wanted to do things to her that she couldn't
even imagine, exciting and definitely unpleasant,
things.  "You will suck the cock of any man who gives
you one of these tickets," he explained, holding the
roll of tickets in his left hand.  Cyn felt shivers
run down her back as his right hand moved down over
her flat belly and, lifting the edge of the skirt,
pushed between her legs.  Without thinking about it,
Cyn moved her feet apart, making room for his fingers
to explore her young virgin pussy.  "After you suck
all the dicks I send in to you," the Manager put the
roll of tickets down on the desk and stepped closer to
the young girl, towering over her ominously, "you will
come back to my office where you will take care of
whatever sexual needs I have and collect your share of
the money."

The Manager pulled his right hand from Cyn's
moistening cunt and moved it up to rest on her chest
with his fingers wrapped lightly around her neck.
Placing his left hand on the back of her neck the
Manager leaned over and, bringing their mouths
together, pushed his tongue between her trembling
lips.  While he explored her mouth the Manager slowly
increased the pressure of his fingers around her neck,
not hard enough to choke her, but just enough to let
her know that he could, if he wanted to.  Cyn had
never been kissed by a man, or a boy, before and she
wasn't sure if the spinning sensation was part of the
kiss, or part of almost, but not quite being throttled
by the Manager's fingers.  Cyn had sucked cocks, but
with an instinct that fit well with her new life as a
whore, she had never let any of them kiss her.

"You," the Manager said after breaking the kiss, but
with his mouth still so close to Cyn's that she could
feel his warm breath on her lips, "are my bitch now."
She could feel his hard cock pressing against her
stomach through his trousers.  "You are going to fuck
whoever I tell you to."  Cyn began to shake as shivers
ran up and down her body.

"The only reason I'm not fucking that tight little
virgin cunt of yours right now," the Manager released
his grip on Cyn's neck, "is because I can sell it for
a tidy sum."  Releasing his grip on Cyn's neck, the
Manager walked back around his desk and sat down.

"I'm going to pass these pictures, and some more we
take after your done sucking cocks for the day," the
Manager chuckled obscenely as he picked up one of the
pictures, "around to a few pervs I know and let them
bid on who gets to fuck your pussy and ass first."
After taking a close look at the picture of cum oozing
down Cyn's face, the Manager placed it back on his
desk with the others.

"Don't worry," he said, noticing Cyn's distress,
"you'll get your share of the winning bid for your
cunt.  Now get your whore ass out of my office, go
park it in the middle of the last row and wait for
your first stiff dick to show up."  Acutely aware of,
and embarrassed by, the amount of skin she was showing
Cyn vainly tried to cover parts of her body and ignore
the comments of the candy counter girl, as she slinked
across the lobby toward the theater.  Cyn could still
feel the sperm drying on her cheek as she walked to
the center seat in the last row and sat down.  As Cyn
squirmed a little, trying to get used to the feel of
her naked pussy rubbing against the slightly rough
fabric that covered the seat, the remaining lights
dimmed, and the trailers started.

Cyn shivered, and her nipples hardened almost
painfully as an icy blast from the air conditioner
blew down across her almost naked body.  The first
trailer was still running when a man sat down next to
her and handed her a ticket.  Intentionally avoiding
looking at the man's face, Cyn unzipped his fly and,
digging through the opening in the front of his
boxers, pulled the man's already half-hard cock out of
his trousers.  She could feel the warm flesh growing
and getting firmer in her hand as she lowered her face
towards his crotch.  As she took the stranger into her
mouth Cyn could feel his hand moving over her back
working its way down toward her fanny.  As the man's
hand moved lower on her body he gently pulled her butt
off the seat.  It wasn't difficult to figure out what
the man wanted.  Even though Cyn was still hesitant to
let strange males touch those parts of her body, she
felt trapped by the situation and, not wanting her
'customers' to report her uncooperative attitude to
the Manager, she, without letting the hard cock slip
from her mouth, raised her butt from the chair.
Standing with her left foot on the floor, and her
right knee on the theater seat, Cyn continued to move
her warm, wet mouth up and down the hard shaft of
flesh that protruded from the man's trousers while his
hand explored the back of her legs, her inner thighs
and, finally, her cunt and ass.  His touch was much
gentler than the officer's had been and Cyn found
herself reacting with growing excitement and wetness
as his fingertips gently moved up and down the outer
lips of her pussy.  The Manager's comment about her
ass, as well as her cunt, being up for bidding had not
escaped Cyn's attention, and her anal sphincter
twitched with a bit of fear as the man's fingertip
gently moved around the crinkled opening then probed,
just barely, into her.

Cyn was saved from further digital exploration by a
flood of cum filling her mouth to the point that some
leaked out in spite of her series of rapid swallows.
Cyn licked the stray sperm from the corner of her lips
while the man tucked himself back into his pants and
zipped up his fly.  Once he was 'decent' the man
pulled a bill from his pocket.

"Something just for you," he whispered pressing it
into her hand as he stood up then walked to the end of
the row.  Cyn's spirits, and her enthusiasm for the
job, soared as she looked at the ten-dollar bill in
her hands.  It had never occurred to her that she
could get money from these men above and beyond what
they paid the Manager for her services.  Since she had
no pockets, Cyn looked around for someplace to keep
her money.  She pushed the bill into a crack between
the cushion and the metal bottom of the seat on the
other side of hers then turned back just in time to be
handed a ticket by her next customer.

The prospect of getting a little extra cash that she
did not have to share with the Manager dissolved the
last of Cyn's reservations about being touched by
these nameless men.  In fact she had to admit that the
exploration of her pussy and ass by her first customer
had left her in a state of excitement.  When Cyn
reached for this new clients zipper he pushed her hand
away then slipped his hand under the edge of her cut-
off T-shirt to pinch and gently 'milk' her already
erect nipples.  Cyn surprised herself by moaning
softly as the fingers gently tugged on her hard flesh.

Assuming it would increase the size of whatever tip
this man was likely to give her, Cyn spread her legs
and, lifting her left knee, draped it over the arm of
her chair when his hand moved down across her stomach
to her crotch.  In what seemed like a blinding
revelation, Cyn realized that these men whose cocks
she was sucking, and who were paying so much attention
to her pussy and ass with their fingers, would
undoubtedly be bidding on the right to be the first to
fuck her.  Cyn's cunt warmed and moistened, not so
much in response to the finger probing gently between
its lips, as from the thought of how much money he
might be willing to pay for the privilege of replacing
his finger with his cock.

As the exploration of her pussy continued, Cyn leaned
back in the chair and, closing her eyes, imagined
herself laying on a bed, her legs open as a man,
looming over her, pushed his hard cock inside her
never fucked before cunt. Since Cyn had avoided
looking at this man's face, just as she had the first
one, and had only a vague idea what he looked like,
she imagined the Manager's face on the man about to
fuck her in her fantasy.  The thought of being fucked
by the Manager, a man who both frightened and excited
her, caused Cyn to moan and thrust her hips forward
forcing herself further onto the stranger's finger.

"You are the hot little whore aren't you?"  The man
whispered as he pulled his finger from Cyn's wet pussy
and ran its lubricated tip back and forth over her
clitoris.  "I bet you just can't wait for one of us to
fuck you."  The man pulled his hand away from Cyn's
crotch, leaving her excited and unsatisfied.

"Now," he said, placing it on the back of Cyn's neck,
"suck on the cock that's going to outbid all the
others."  Cyn opened her eyes and leaned over the
man's lap.  His large hard cock was already exposed
and seemed to Cyn to be twitching in eager
anticipation of her mouth.  Keeping one hand on the
back of Cyn's neck, the man placed his other hand on
the top of her head and moved her face up and down as
he thrust his hips and fucked her mouth.  Cyn was
helpless to do anything but hang onto the armrest that
separated their chairs with both hands and concentrate
on grabbing breaths of air as the man forced himself
deeper and deeper into her throat.  Just like the
second officer, this man seemed to get some extra
thrill by pulling Cyn's mouth off his twitching cock
and spewing his cum onto her face.  Cyn sat back,
trying to relax and recover her composure as the man
stuffed his softening cock back into his pants.

"Just one more thing," he said.  After zipping up his
fly, the man reached over and scooped his cum from
Cyn's face with one of his fingers.  Pushing his hand
between her legs, he forced the cum covered finger
into Cyn's cunt.

"Even if I'm not the one who gets to fuck you first,"
he said triumphantly, "my sperm was the first inside
your whorish little box."  Pulling his finger from
Cyn's body, the man wiped the rest of the slime off on
her belly then stood up and left the theater.  He was
the only one during that long afternoon who did not
tip Cyn for her efforts.

Cyn quickly lost track od how many hard cocks she had
sucked and how many finger tips had probed and
explored her pussy and ass.  Cyn would have been hard
pressed to say truthfully whether it was the exploring
hands of strange men, or the growing wad of bills
tucked into the chair, that kept her inexperienced,
almost hairless slit wet through the double feature.

"Hey," Cyn heard a hissing voice and looked over
toward the isle where the candy counter girl was
looking at her disdainfully, "whore, the Manager wants
to see you."  The girl turned and left without saying
any more.  Cyn pulled the stack of bills from the seat
next to her and sorted through them while she tried to
figure out what to do.  She just knew that if she
walked into the office with this money in her hand the
Manager would take half of it away from her.  Folding
the bills in half twice, Cyn clutched them in her fist
as she hurried through the lobby toward the women's
restroom.  So concerned was she with finding a place
to hide her money, that Cyn was totally oblivious to
the fact that her skirt was up around her waist,
exposing her naked crotch for all to see. Grabbing a
couple of paper towels, Cyn folded them around the
money then carefully slid them down between the used
towels and the metal side of the trash receptacle.

Only after stashing her tips did Cyn catch a glimpse
of herself in the mirror.  Her lips were puffy, her
hair was sticking out in every direction, and there
were smudges where dirt had stuck to the dried cum
left on her face by several of the men she had
serviced.  She went into the stall to pee, and only
then did she realize that she had displayed her ass
and cunt for everyone in the lobby to see.  She
blushed at the thought; her embarrassment was only
mitigated by the knowledge that there weren't that
many people in the lobby.  Cyn wiped, smoothed her
skirt down to at least half cover her ass, then
hurried on to the Manager's office.

"Hand it over," the Manager said, holding out his
hand, as soon as she came through the door.  Cyn was
overwhelmed with disappointment even as she tried to
put an innocent look on her face.

"Don't even try to lie to me," the Manager said taking
a threatening step toward her, "go get your tips from
where ever you tried to hide them and come back here."
Cyn cringed, afraid that the Manager was going to hit
her.

"Now!"  He yelled when she didn't move quickly enough.
Cyn turned and ran from the room with tears streaming
down her cheeks.  Once in the bathroom she retrieved
the money with trembling hands and, taking all except
the two twenties which she wrapped up and put back
into the trashcan, Cyn hurried back to the office.

The Manager took the money from Cyn's outstretched,
trembling hand and, after dropping it on his desk,
placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down
to her knees.  Unzipping his fly and unbuckling his
belt, the Manager let his trousers and shorts slide
down his legs.  Holding the base of his cock with his
right hand and the top of Cyn's head with his left
hand, the Manager began slapping her face with his
hardening shaft as he spoke.

"If you ever try to hold out on me again I'll punish
you in ways you cannot even imagine."  The meaty cock
made soft 'splat' noises as it hit the tears rolling
down Cyn's cheeks.  "I'm going to keep all of your
tips tonight instead of just half of them," the
Manager pushed his now completely hardened cock
between Cyn's lips, "you hold out on me again," he
continued as he moved one hand to each side of her
head and began to fuck Cyn's mouth with long powerful
thrusts, pushing deep into her throat each time, "and
you'll have bruises to reminded you to do as your
told."

Cyn's lips were puffy and tender from being smashed
against men's bodies as they thrust their cocks into
her mouth, and the back of her throat was sore from
the battering of cockheads fucking into it.  She
whimpered in pain with each thrust of the Managers
cock and held onto his thighs with both hands.  It was
obvious, even with Cyn's lack of experience, that he
intended this oral fuck to be a punishment for trying
to hide her tips.  Again and again her hurting lips
were smashed painfully against the Manager's body as
his cock pushed unmercifully against the back of her
burning throat.

"Yea, bitch, this is going to seem like tender
lovemaking compared to what I'll do if you try to hold
out on me again."  Each thrust of his hard cock into
Cyn's mouth and throat felt like a searing pain
shooting completely through her skull.  After what
seemed to be an eternity for the suffering young girl,
the Manager held her nose buried in his pubic hair
while his pulsing and twitching dick pumped cum
directly into her throat.  When he pulled his still
dripping cock from her mouth, and released his grip on
her head, Cyn collapsed on the floor in a limp heap,
her shoulders heaving with sobs.  After pulling up his
shorts and trousers, the Manager zipped and buckled up
then cleaned off the center of his desk.

"Stand up," he ordered.  "I said stand up, cunt."  He
repeated, giving her a not too hard kick in the ribs.
Cyn struggled to her feet, sniffling and wiping the
tears from her face.

"Take off your clothes."  It only took a second for
Cyn to strip off the cut-off T-shirt and short skirt
that he had given her to wear.  "Sit up on the desk,"
the manager ordered, seeming to ignore the young girls
naked body.  Cyn, moving stiffly, did as ordered.

"Lean back," the Manager ordered as he picked up his
Polaroid camera, "spread your legs and put your feet
up on the desk."  Cyn could feel her face burning as
she followed the instructions.  Sucking anonymous cock
in a darkened theater is entirely different than
exposing yourself to be photographed in a well-lit
office/storage room.  "Now reach down with both hands
and spread that cute little virgin pussy of yours
open.  Cyn hesitated and, finally, it was only the
fear of physical punishment that forced her to pull
herself open for the amateur photographer.

"I've got to have some good pictures," the Manager
said as his camera repeatedly flashed and ejected
undeveloped pictures, "you wouldn't believe how much
more money we can get for your first fuck if we have
some good raunchy beaver shots to show them."  Cyn
desperately wanted to use her hands to cover her red,
burning face, but dared not release her cunt lips.  As
the Manager continued to take pictures of Cyn's young
pussy, she noticed a warm, excited feeling beginning
to spread from her crotch.  She could feel herself
getting wet, and felt even more humiliated that the
Manager would notice and know that getting her cunt
photographed was turning her on.  Laying her head
back, Cyn closed her eyes and concentrated on the warm
feeling spreading over her slim, naked body.  She
jumped, and actually yelped in surprise when she felt
his hands on her inner thighs.

The Manager pushed Cyn's hands away and held her open
with his fingers while he knelt and, lowering his head
into her crotch, extended his tongue and tasted her
young virgin pussy for the first time.  Cyn moaned
loudly as the tongue moved up her slit and flicked
lightly over her clitoris.  Cyn often touched herself
and made herself feel good before falling asleep at
night, but never had she felt anything like this.  The
manager's tongue seemed to know just how to touch her
cunt and clitoris; just how to make her feel like her
insides were melting and her head was going to
explode.  Then it did, or at least it felt like it
did.  Cyn's muscles tightened and relaxed
rhythmically, her toes curled so hard her feet began
to cramp and her vocabulary was reduced to "...oh god,
oh god, oh god...", as her hips moved in a series of
sharp jerks, each one smashing her cunt against the
Manager's face.  When it was finished the Manager kept
using his tongue on her until it happened all over
again.

After Cyn's second orgasm the Manager stood up and,
after helping Cyn to set up, held her naked body in
his arms.  Cyn leaned her head against his chest and
enjoyed the feel of his warm skin touching hers as his
hands gently caressed and soothed her naked body.

"I can make you feel wonderful," he said as he gently
stroked her sweat matted hair, "or I can make you
hurt.  It's all up to you."


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Norm DePloom
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Carpe noctem.
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