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The Bargain (Mg ped cons rom)

Chapter Three

   "Take it easy," the man said, "I'm not going to hurt you."

   "Leave me alone."

   "What are doing in there, where are your parents?"

   Laurie didn't reply and scrunched back into the waste paper,
her eyes darting back and forth, looking for a way out.  The man
was blocking the only way out of the dumpster, getting soaked from
the rain as he shined his flashlight on her.

   "Look, I'm not going to hurt you.  Come out and I'll drive you
to the front of the store and we'll find someone to take care of
you."

   "Just go away," she replied.

   "Have it your way, but I'm calling the police."

   He turned to walk back to the car, and Laurie scrambled out of
the dumpster behind him as the rain slackened off for the moment.

   "Please mister, don't call the cops, I'm OK."

   He turned around and she looked him over, quickly appraising
the man with her sharp eyes. He didn't seem to be a threat, she
thought, just a good samaritan type.  I might get a few bucks out
of this, she thought.  She could see the car behind him, a new
Lexus shining in the rain.

   "I can't just leave you here, come on, get in the car."

   She hesitated and then walked with him to the car, several
steps behind, still wary.  He opened the door for her and walked
around to the driver's side, and after peering into the car and
seeing it was otherwise empty, she crawled into the passenger's
side and tossed her bag of belongings on the floor, closing the
door behind her.  The man climbed in the driver's side and shut the
door.

   "I'll turn up the heat, you must be cold.  I'm soaked."

   "I'm OK," she replied.  "What do you want with me?"

   "Nothing, I just want to help.  I can't leave you in a
dumpster.  Where do you live, where's your family?"

   This guy is kind of dense, she thought.  Where do I live?  What
did he think?  She decided no reply was better than making
something up.  She was already sizing him up, thinking of how she
could score some cash, and then get away.

   She realized several things immediately.  The car was expensive
and while he was casually dressed, he carried himself in a manner
that spoke of the confidence of money.  He was a middle aged man,
about fifty, good looking, with kind eyes.  He was alone, she
realized, there was plenty of evidence of that.  The car smelled of
the man's aftershave, without a hint of perfume, and there wasn't a
kleenex in sight.  No woman spent any time in a car without leaving
a sign.

   She realized that the car was moving, the man pulling out of
the lot and down the feeder street to the main road.  "Where are
you taking me?" she asked.

   "Downtown Spokane is the only place I know, there must be
someplace in the courthouse building that's open this time of
night, though probably we'll have to start with the police."

   That was the last place she wanted to go.  She thought for a
moment and started to make her play.  It all depended on the man,
she realized.  He should have just driven away back at the store,
around to the front to talk to the store manager, or to call the
cops.  By letting her into his car had put himself in a potentially
awkward position.  She thought about how he had looked at her, was
there anything in those glances?  She decided to take the risk.

   "No please, mister, just let me out," she pleaded.

   "I'm not going to just dump you on the street, relax, they're
not going to hurt you.  Probably they'll give you something to eat,
some dry clothes and a place to sleep.  What's wrong with that?"

   She reached out and put her hand on his arm and he turned to
look at her.  She gave it her best shot, putting on her most
downtrodden look.

   "They'll put me in a home, please don't take me there."

   "What's wrong with the home?" he asked.

   "They're mean to me there, please?"

   "Look I can't just leave you here, it can't be that bad.
Where's your mother anyway?"

   "She's dead."

   "I'm sorry," he replied, "but don't you have any other family?"

   "No."

   The man was silent for a moment, and she could see him glancing
over at her, probably wondering how she lived.  Not very good, she
thought, but things might get better if I play my cards right.  She
could see they were reaching a crossroads, and he was turning down
the road back to Spokane.  It was a good area to be in, lots of
houses and garages, and a shopping mall down a few blocks.

   "Let me out here, I'll be OK," she pleaded again.

   "I can't do that, relax, you'll be fine.  We'll be there in ten
minutes."

   She paused, thinking about it, and then decided to try her
gambit.  Here goes nothing, she thought.

   "If you take me there I'll say you tried to touch me between
the legs."

   "What did you say?" the man sputtered in reply.

   "I'll say you tried to feel me."

   The man was slowing down, and he pulled over to the side of the
road, putting the car in park, staring straight ahead.

   "Just give me some money and let me out," she suggested, "then
you can go home without any trouble."

   "They wouldn't believe you anyway, and I can't just drop you on
the street."

   She let him stew for a moment, feeling his mood carefully.  "I
can be nice to you if you give me some money."

   "What?"

   She placed her hand back on his arm, and squeezed it, looking
up at him, trying to look innocent and vulnerable.  He was taking
too much time to reply, she realized with a thrill.  He's
interested, thinking about it.

   "I can't do that," he stammered.  "Look, I can't just leave you
out here."

   "Then take me home, give me a hot bath and some food, let me
sleep the night, if it will make you feel better.  You can give me
some money in the morning, and I'll be fine."

   The man was fidgeting in his seat.  She was losing him a
little, she thought.

   "I live a long way off, all the way over in Idaho.  Besides,
how could I explain you to my wife?" he asked, holding up his
wedding ring.

   "Your wife is dead."

   "What?" His eyes were wide with shock.  "How the hell do you
know that?"

   It was only so obvious, she thought.  An older man with a
wedding band that looked welded to his finger, alone in a car that
had seen no feminine occupant.  Basic Sherlock Holmes, she thought,
pleased with her deduction.

   "I can just tell, I'm sorry.  You can drive me back to Spokane
tomorrow, please?"  She put all her efforts into it now, holding on
to his arm with both hands and bringing a few tears to her eyes.

   The man was really having a hard time now, she saw, staring out
the window and biting on a finger.  I think he's interested, she
thought.  She knew some men were excited by sex with children, and
she had taken a stab in the dark with this one, based on his
behavior so far. Offering to give her a bath was a good one, she
thought, admiring her tactics.  Quite an image for the man to
consider.  It was time to close the deal.

   "My name's Laurie, what's yours?"

   "Allen," he said, distracted.

   "Well, Allen, I appreciate you wanting to help, I really do.
Just take me home and I'll be no trouble at all, I promise.  You
can let me go in the morning, I'll be OK, really."

   "You didn't look like you were OK back at the store.  You were
going to sleep in the trash, weren't you?"

   "It's just paper, it was dry in there.  I ran out of money,
usually I can take care of myself."

   "How?" he asked, "what are you seven, eight?"

   "Ten," she lied.

   "You aren't ten.  Eight I'd say."

   She sighed and shrugged her shoulders.  "Eight and a half," she
replied truthfully.  "But I can get by."

   "Propositioning men?" he asked.

   "Sometimes.  I don't mind."  She kept her eyes down and her
hands in her lap, trying to look small and defenseless.  Come on,
she thought, make up your mind.  We've been dancing around here,
what are you going to do?

   He didn't say anything for a minute or two, clearly torn
between the risk of taking her home and the potential for whatever
could happen.  She had set the hook good, leaving him all kinds of
images and ideas to deal with.  I wonder if he's picturing me
naked, she thought.

   "It will be OK, really.  I won't cause you any trouble, I
promise.  Please?"

   He was melting she thought, glancing over at him, still
squirming in his seat.

   "Alright, I'll take you home, get you something to eat.  We can
talk in the morning, I'll make some calls, see if I can find a
place for you."

   I win! she thought, congratulating herself.  She kept silent
and didn't argue about what would happen in the morning.  It will
be a long night, she thought and much could happen before dawn.

She turned on the charm some more, squeezing his arm and smiling,
"Thank you Allen, you're a nice man."

   "I'm an idiot," he replied, but he was turning the car around
and heading north out of town, about to drive an under-age girl
across a state line.

   Chapter Four

   Allen looked over at the girl sleeping under his jacket, curled
up in the seat of the car.  They had stopped outside Spokane at a
drive-in and she had gratefully accepted a cheeseburger and a
chocolate shake.  She had quickly gone to sleep with her tummy full
of food, leaving Allen alone with his thoughts as he drove through
the night, now clearing from the evening's storm.

   He knew he was being foolish giving into the girl, and that it
was madness to drive her all this way.  But he was torn between
common sense and lust; Allen liked little girls.  Not that he had
ever done anything about it, but they were a common element of his
fantasies, and he had even purchased an art book of legal pictures
of naked pre-teen girls.

   Occasionally he had sought out harder material on the internet,
but it made him nervous, and he was disturbed by the content.  He
couldn't help thinking of the welfare of the girls in the pictures,
how they must be affected by the experience.  Once he had
considered flying to Thailand after reading an internet report of
the child sex that could be had there, but he had basically
chickened out, afraid of disease and being thrown in some foreign
prison.

   But now, for the first time in his life, he was alone with a
small girl.  Not just a girl, but one on her own, and apparently
willing to provide sex for money.  At the time he had absolutely no
intention to do anything about it, but even the possibility of
contact with the girl had excited him so much that he had allowed
his better judgement to be overcome.

   The girl was so cute, he thought, she should be a child model.
Her face was perfect, completely flawless, and even though her fine
hair was tangled and wet, he could see how well the long blonde
hair would frame her face.  Her body was small and thin, with no
hint of any breasts he could see through the fabric of her blouse.
Her hips were not boyish though, and filled out the back of her
jeans in a promising way.  The thought of her naked made his groin
ache. Give her a bath, she had said.  It was all he could think
about.

   He had passed through Newport and they were half way along the
river road to home before the girl stirred awake.  She stretched
and looked out the window, not appearing to be concerned at all,
waking up alone in a car with a stranger on a dark road in the
middle of nowhere.

  "How far is it?" she asked with a yawn.

  "Ten minutes, a little less."  He could see the river to his
left, between gaps in the trees.

  "Where are we?"

  "About twenty miles east of Priest River on the Pend Oreille
river, you know this area?" he asked.

   "Huh uh, you said it's in Idaho?"

   "About eighty miles from Spokane."

   "You live out here?" she asked.

   "Part of the year."  He paused and then added, "during the
winter I live in Hawaii."  Now why did I need to tell her that, he
thought to himself.  To impress her?

   The girl didn't say anything, and curled back under his jacket,
content to be silent for the moment.  Finally he saw the turnoff
and drove down a side road until he reached his drive, the car
splashing through puddles on the small dirt road as he pulled
behind the house and shut off the engine.  Honey, we're home, he
joked to himself.

   The girl followed closely behind him as he unlocked the rear
door and turned on the lights inside.  She stayed on his heels as
he walked through the kitchen and turned on the main lights in the
front hall.

   "Wow," she said, "this is big.  Is that a lake out there?"
motioning out the front window.

   "No, I told you, we're on the river, but it's wide enough to be
a lake here."

   The Pend Oreille river started at Lake Pend Oreille, at
Sandpoint, a small city at the mouth of the river.  Twenty five
miles back west it was dammed at Newport, and the river was broad
and deep where they stood.  He could see lights of houses on the
far bank twinkling in the distance.

   "Come on," he said, "I'll get you a robe or something and you
can get out of those wet clothes."

   "Show me a bathroom first?" she suggested.

   He took her into the master bedroom suite at one end of the
house, which looked out on the river in a wing of its own.  He had
built his and her bathrooms into the suite, even though he never
expected a woman to live here.  His wife was dead ten years now,
and he was comfortable being alone.  The only females who had ever
seen the inside of the bathroom were escorts he paid to drive up
from Spokane.  It was expensive, but money was not a concern for
Allen.

   "Wow," Laurie said again, seeing the size of the bathroom.  It
was impressive, a huge free-standing tub dominating one wall, with
a large sit-down shower stall in one corner.  There were two sinks
and a makeup area, and even a bidet.

   "Can I have a bath?" she asked.

   "Sure, why don't you throw your clothes out the door, and I'll
wash them."

   "Take them now," she said, and before he could protest, the
girl was bent over, pulling her jeans and panties off her feet.
Her bottom was fully exposed to his view, and her little pink ass
opening winked at him above the bare white lips of her pussy.  She
turned around without any concern at all, and he watched as she
unbuttoned the ragged blouse.  She handed him the clothes and stood
back, her hands not bothering to cover her nakedness.

   "Can you bring me something to drink?" she asked.

   "OK," he replied.  He stood there for a second until the girl
raised an eyebrow, and finally retreated, blushing furiously as he
closed the door and gathered his breath.

     He was stunned by the girl's actions, and the beauty of her
young body.  He recalled all the details now; her full pink bottom,
her well shaped legs, a pouch of a tummy, two little puffy nipples,
and above all, her perfect pussy, full lips with a neatly defined
separation, forming a soft, bare triangle between her legs.  Allen
leaned on the door for several minutes, not even noticing the sound
of water filling the bathtub inside.

   Chapter Five

   He was barely aware of his himself as he loaded her clothes
into the washer and went out to the car to retrieve his purchases
from the trunk.  He saw her little bundle in the front seat, and
found it to be a cloth bag, coming apart at the seams.  He brought
it inside and added it to the washer, shaking the contents onto a
counter.  There was a hairbrush, a toothbrush with toothpaste,
floss, baby powder, a couple of paperback books, a half eaten candy
bar and a few pennies in change, her entire possessions it seemed.

   Allen thought about the girl's situation and resolved to help
her out.  He was wealthy beyond his needs, and he was moved by the
girl.  However street smart she tried to come off, she was only
eight, and clearly destitute.  He thought of the toothbrush and
floss, and admired her for taking care of herself that way.  He had
noticed her panties, while worn, were clean and fresh, and couldn't
help be aware that her ass was sparkling clean as well, when she
had bent over for him in the bathroom.

   He was sure the girl had done that on purpose, and was leading
him on, and he began to be wary of her.  If she was trying to
compromise him for money, it wasn't necessary.  She already had his
heart in that regard, and she would be well off after tonight
regardless.  He was more concerned with himself, not wanting to
commit a rash act that would end up with jail time as the likely
result.  He resolved not to go any further with the girl.

   He remembered the girl had asked for something to drink, and
scooped up her toiletries to bring to her as well.  He poured a
glass of milk in the kitchen and walked back down to hall the
bathroom suite, knocking on her door.

   "I brought you some milk, and your things, I'll leave them
outside for you."

   "Bring them in, I'm in the tub," she yelled from inside.

   So much for resolve, he thought, watching himself open the door
almost in a disembodied fashion.  The girl had drawn a bath, and
she was scrubbing her hair with her back to the door as he walked
in.  He sat down in a chair at the end of the tub, and turned away,
though the mirror on the opposite wall showed part of the girl over
the lip of the tub.

   He watched through the corner of his eye as the girl plunged
her head under the water to rinse her hair, and then turned around
to face him as he sat, still holding her milk.

   "Allen, can I have it?" she asked.

   He turned around part way to find her stretched out, leaning on
her arms on the edge of the tub, staring at him.

   "Sure, here," he stammered.  The girl took the glass and drank
about half, slipping back into the tub as she handed it back.

   "Thanks," she said, "and thanks for the bath.  This tub is
huge, you could swim in here."

   He heard the water sloshing and saw through the mirror that she
was sliding around in the tub, almost playing in the water.

   "Wash my back?" Laurie suddenly asked.

   "I don't think I should," he quickly replied, "I better check
on your clothes."

   "It's alright, come on, be nice and wash my back, I won't bite."

   His resolve left outside the door, Allen gave in and sank to
his knees at the edge of the tub as she presented her back to him.
It didn't look like it needed washing, he thought, but scooped up
bath water and started to run his hands over her.

   "Hmmm, that's nice," she said, "you can rub harder, I like it."

   Allen let his hand begin to massage her back, reaching up to
her shoulders and neck.  The girl leaned into his hand and let her
head fall forward.  He had never touched a small girl before, and
realized his cock was stiff and hot in his pants.  He let his hand
drift down into the water to feel the small of her back, and he
could see her bottom under the water, just a few inches from his
hand.  He felt a strong urge to reach down and squeeze the soft
cheeks.

   Finally he got himself under control and decided her back was
clean enough.  He wanted out of the bathroom before his erect
condition was noticed, and quickly got to his feet, moving to the
door.

   "I'm going to check your clothes, I'll hang a robe on the
outside of the door for you."

   The girl let him go without replying, and he could see in the
mirror as he closed the door that she had turned around to watch
him leave.

   He walked back down the hall to the laundry area, and when he
opened the washer he could see he was in even more trouble.  Her
clothes had disintegrated, the seams ripped apart by the agitation,
one of her shoes completely in pieces.  The clothes had obviously
been hanging by threads, and now they were just rags.  She was
going to need new clothes, and he would have to buy them.  He sank
to the floor in front of the washer, defeated for the moment.  What
have I gotten myself into, he thought.

   He walked back into the bedroom and looked for a robe, but he
realized nothing he owned could possibly be used by the girl.  He
finally settled on an oxford dress shirt, figuring the heavy fabric
would do a good job of hiding the girl's naked body.  He put the
shirt on the bathroom door, and went out to sit on the bed,
thinking.  This goes no further, he thought.

   Chapter Six

   Allen was still lost in thought when she came out, wearing only
his shirt.  Although the oversized shirt was intended to cover the
girl and cool down the situation, it had quite the opposite effect.
Standing there with her clean blonde hair cascading over the white
and blue striped cloth, and knowing she was naked underneath the
loose shirt, he found himself deeply aroused.  He had thought the
girl was pretty before, but clean and dry and dressed like this she
was simply stunning.  He looked up as she walked towards him,
stammering to find his voice.

   "I'm afraid your clothes came apart in the washing machine,
sorry.  You'll have to use the shirt until I can buy you some
clothes tomorrow."

   "It's alright, it feels good."  She stopped in front of him,
her hands clasped on her tummy, looking up at him.  "Well?"

   "Well?", he replied.

   "Time for sleep?"

   Allen felt himself blushing and blurted out, "the guest room,
I'll show you."  He felt relief at her answer, not wanting to
consider what else he thought the girl meant.  The guest room was
at the other end of the rambling house, and Laurie would be safely
isolated far from where he would be sleeping.  She was following
him as he walked down the long wood-floored hall past the living
room and kitchen to the far wing of the house.  He opened the door
to the guest suite and turned on the lights as she waited at the
entrance.  "The bathroom's in here,"  flipping on the lights and
motioning to the door.  He realized that the girl hadn't brought
her toiletries with her and started to speak, but the girl cut him
off.

   "It's too lonely down her, I don't want to sleep alone tonight.
I'll sleep with you."

   He turned to speak but there was no one to talk to.  He moved
to the door and saw the girl was walking down the hall back from
where they came.  Back to his bed.

   This is nuts, he thought.  This girl was leading him into
danger and he suspected, knew, that she was doing so deliberately.
Lonely, he thought.  She sleeps in trash bins, how lonely is that?
I'll sleep on the couch in the bedroom he thought, walking down the
hall, feeling helpless again. He turned out the lights and walked
back into the bedroom, catching the girl just getting into the
large bed, shrugging off the shirt and crawling naked between the
sheets.  Oh mother of Christ, he thought.  This is not happening.

   "Look, I'm not comfortable sleeping in the same bed, I'll sleep
over here on the couch."  She lifted her head to look at him from
the bed, as he stood in the doorway, not willing to place the next
footstep closer to the dangerous trap his bed suddenly represented.
"You won't be lonely then," he offered.

   The girl smirked at him, getting his message.  "Don't worry,
I'm tired, I just want to sleep. I'll stay way over on this side, I
won't attack you, come to bed."

   Attack me, he thought.  At least the girl had the situation
right.  Although he was aroused by the evening's events, right now
he wished he was still in Hawaii and this wasn't happening.  He
could see clearly the path laid out before him; disgrace, ruin,
jail.  All his coolness, his mature confidence was shattered by
this little girl.  We watched himself walk over to the far side of
the bed, remove his shirt and pants and climb into bed almost as an
observer.

   He lay staring at the wall, listening to the girl rustling the
sheets a few feet away from him. It was the sound that a bird hears
just before the snake strikes.  He stared at the wall trying to
think, looking for a way out before it was too late.

   "Lights?"

   Allen jumped at the girls voice.  "What?"

   "The lights, you turn them out to sleep don't you?"  He heard
her fall back into the bed, and without replying he reached up to
turn the switch on the lamp by his side.  He lay in the dark
thinking that there was no way he would sleep, his heart hammering
in his chest.  It felt strange wearing boxer shorts to bed, he
always slept in the nude.  Everything felt out of place.  Finally
sleep snuck up and surprised him as it does, and he dreamed of
being in a courtroom, naked.
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