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Full Service Girl
by Dudester (hawkjet@hotmail.com)

***

This story is about a stressed out middle aged manager 
who, on holiday, checks into an aged hotel where he 
meets a "Full Service Girl". (M/f-teen, ped, exh, rom)

***

Author Note: The following is a fantasy, and only a 
fantasy, meant to appeal to those who embrace the idea 
that a middle aged man can find true love with a young 
teen girl. No children were involved in, or harmed, in 
the writing of this story. Children are special and 
should be cherished, and listened to. 

By the way, this is mostly a romantic tale, actually 
short on sex, and lengthy. If you're looking for a 
quick fix, please go elsewhere. If you're that 
religious guy who sends me those weird emails-get a 
life. If you like my story, please check out my other 
stuff at: http://www.asstr.org/~dude/ 

***

Saturday January 19, 2007

Thomas Haden picked up the last invoice in his inbox, 
sighed, and looked at the order number in the right 
upper corner of the sheet. He punched the ten digit 
number into his computer. The computer form of the 
invoice came up on the computer. He looked it over and 
made three corrections. He then saved the invoice to a 
file in his My Documents area. He then pulled up his 
email box, prepared an email, and copied twenty 
invoices to the email. He then sent the email, saving a 
copy in his hard drive. He prepared another email, then 
reminded his boss and staff that he would be on 
vacation for the next two weeks. He sent the email, 
then shut down. 

He looked up from his computer. It was midday on 
Saturday, and he was the only one in the office. He 
stood up, went to the bathroom, emptied his bladder, 
then exited the building, locking up after himself. He 
then dialed the alarm service to let them know that he 
was leaving and to put the building on full alarm. 
Getting in his car, he was pleased to hear one of his 
favorite ELO songs on the radio, He cranked the radio 
and started the drive home. 

When he got home he did a load in the washing machine 
and dryer, then packed a suitcase. He cranked up his 
home computer and checked his personal email then 
cruised his favorite bulletin boards. There was only 
one half interesting entry, to which he didn't reply. 
He clicked off of the internet, cleaned his memory, 
then he pulled up his favorite Sandra model images. He 
cruised the images, feeling more like Sandra, than 
Chelda or Skye today. One image jumped out at him.

"Oh yeah" he thought stroking his meat, "why can't 
there be strip joints for girls like Sandra?" He 
imagined her bumping and grinding onstage, then 
approaching him with her tiny chest as he tipped her. 
"Come back for a personal dance?" he asks. Sandra nods 
her head. Minutes later, she's grinding her naked body 
against his before she sinks to her knees and takes his 
dick out. She grinds against him, getting the tip of 
his dick in her tiny pussy. Sandra grips the back of 
his neck with her right hand and grinds her hips into 
his. He's able to get half his member in her. Both 
Sandra and Thomas are getting sweaty and breathing 
hard. Suddenly he shoots his cum into her. Sandra hugs 
him as his pulses slow and he hears her raspy breathing 
next to his ear. He tips her a hundred dollar bill. She 
smiles and dismounts, being kind enough to zip him back 
up again. Then she walks off to the dressing room, her 
little ass wiggling as fluids between her thighs shine 
in the half light of the club.

Thomas shot his wad into a napkin, spilling some on his 
abdomen. He cleaned up, then shut down his computer. He 
went into the kitchen and cooked himself an Italian 
dinner before returning in front of his TV to watch one 
of his favorite movies. As "Force Ten from Navarone" 
started he dug into the lasagna casserole he made. 

***

Sunday January 20, 2007

A nasty blue norther was blowing in as Thomas packed 
his car. He was pleased to hear one of his favorite 
church services on an am radio station. He cranked it 
up as the choir was in rare form today, spilling out 
some get down gospel, causing their congregation to 
clap in unison to the beat. The preacher was even 
extraordinarily upbeat form, keeping his sermon short 
and funny. The choir got extra time after his sermon, 
burning it down with more gospel. 

The service must have affected the person working at 
the station, who filled the next half hour with some 
powerful christian music, including Shout to the Lord 
and I'm a Friend of Jesus. Thomas sang along to the 
music and felt cathartically better. He was deeply in 
need of this kind of relief. Work had been a total 
bitch lately with an unbelievable workload. He would've 
gone to church today, but he needed to put miles 
between his home/work and a rest place somewhere out in 
the country. He had a map and was headed in a general 
direction, but he didn't, as of yet, have a destination 
in mind. Four hours later, he found the destination. 

Forty years ago, Linwood had been a very busy place. 
Then a major railroad terminal and transportation 
crossroads, a number of local industries supported the 
passenger and freight service. After Congress killed 
the passenger rail, the bottling plant, ice plant, and 
a number of restaurants and hotels closed. Business 
shrank to one tenth of what it had been in the town. 
Population of the town dwindled by sixty percent in 
less than a decade, the hangers on being retirees, 
those too stupid to get out, and those with a financial 
status that allowed them to stay in the aged, but 
scenic area.

The deserted main street, populated by aged brick 
buildings caught Thomas' fancy. Many of the buildings 
were shuttered, but there was something about the 
1930's construction that exercised his imagination. He 
easily imagined a bustling street with large bulky 
1940's Fords, Buicks, Desotos, and Lincolns parked 
along the curb while people in the dress of the time 
went about their daily business. 

He pulled off the main drag and found an open 
restaurant. It was a no frills building with a dirt 
parking lot, a green cinder block wall and brick facade 
front. He went inside and saw the eight items on the 
menu written on cardboard behind the counter. Thomas 
ordered the Hamburger Deluxe, which meant a basket of 
chips came with the burger. He wolfed down the burger 
and chips, chasing it with a Pepsi before asking the 
cook/waiter for a hotel. He was told to pick between 
one two blocks away, and one next to the highway. 

Thomas drove two blocks over and found a large old two 
story stucco exterior building. The only clue that this 
was a hotel was a faded green block of paint on the 
front that read "Hotel". Thomas parked his car and made 
his way to the spacious front porch. He took it in for 
a few seconds before pulling open the heavy wooden 
door. 

He opened the door to a hotel lobby forgotten by time. 
A large staircase was to his right. A row of chairs, at 
least fifty years old, lined the back wall. A giant 
sized map of the United States was placed above the 
chairs. Two wooden doors, he supposed were rooms, were 
to his left. Under the staircase was a door marked 
"Manager". He went up to the door and rang a buzzer. 
From inside the room he could hear rustling sounds. A 
moment later, a white haired man in his seventies 
appeared. 

"Do you have a room?" Thomas asked.

The old man seemed stunned, recovering seconds later, 
"Yes, yes, I have rooms" he answered.

"How much?"

"Thirty eight for the night, or two hundred for the 
week."

"Do you take plastic?" Thomas asked.

The old man frowned. Thomas was prepared for that. He 
pulled out his checkbook.

"Who do I make it out to?" 

"City Hotel," the old man replied.

Thomas wrote the check and was directed to a room 
upstairs. Thomas went upstairs to the room and was 
greeted to the cold that not only was outside and the 
lobby, but upstairs as well. The old man told him he 
would turn on heat to the room and a moment later he 
could hear the rush of steam and banging noises that 
told him the early twentieth century heating system was 
working. 

Thomas unpacked, placing his clothes in a very worn 
dresser. As he did this he felt his cell phone vibrate 
in his pocket. He didn't recognize the number and he 
decided he didn't want any interruptions. He turned the 
cell phone off and placed it in the dresser. Finally, 
he took out a book from his favorite author and sat 
down to read. 

***

Monday, January 21, 2007

Taking a shower in the morning was more of a daunting 
task than Thomas ever anticipated. His room had a 
private bathroom, one with an original claw foot cast 
iron tub. The shower mechanism was simply a stainless 
steel pipe that arose from the water faucet and curved-
there was no showerhead. Thomas had to play with the 
faucet to get that happy medium somewhere between 
scalding hot and bone chilling cold. Unlike modern 
hotels, this one didn't have complimentary shampoo and 
soap. Thomas was glad he had paid attention to his gut 
instinct and brought his own.

After the shower, he dressed and went to the same 
restaurant he had eaten in the night before. They had a 
generous breakfast for a very moderate price. After 
breakfast, he returned to his hotel room, but reading 
the book in the quiet room had a deafening silence. He 
took the book and went downstairs to the lobby to read.

About a half hour into reading the book, the old man 
came out. A conversation and the old man told the story 
of the building they were in, how he had inherited it 
from his father, and kept it up as it just barely paid 
for itself and was better than a boring retirement ( he 
was retired from the railroad). After a little prodding 
he found that the old man wasn't just single, but 
happily so, almost seeming unable to date women because 
of a social inadequacy. It was as this conversation was 
ending that she walked in. 

She looked to be between thirteen and fourteen. She had 
a cherubic face with porcelain colored skin, almond 
shaped eyes, a button nose, and plump full lips. Her 
face was framed by thick black hair cut into a mop top 
haircut. She was inappropriately dressed for the 
weather, her jacket on, but open, her tube top tightly 
wrapped around half orange sized and shaped breasts, 
and a pair of daisy dukes that hugged her hips and 
topped her long bare legs. She was carrying a small 
black tote bag.

"Hi" she said as she approached him.

Thomas noticed the old man got up and went into his 
office, closing and locking the door.

"Hello" Thomas replied as the girl sat and he wondered 
what he was getting into. "I'm Thomas" he added, 
wondering where the conversation would go. 

"I'm Linda" the girl said, extending a hand. 

Thomas noticed how cold her hand was. "Are you cold?" 
he asked.

"It doesn't bother me" she answered as she noticed his 
book. "I like the guy you're reading" she said, adding, 
"I really like his book about the missing train. I 
think it captures late 1970's Canadian politics very 
well. That's why my teacher recommended it. I got an A 
on that paper."

"Have you read his other books?"

"Not completely. I am fascinated by his obsession with 
pre Columbian contact. I think he's on to something. I 
referenced his theory on that in a science paper and 
got marked down for that. It's the only B I got that 
year."

"The only B?"

"I study hard. I want to get a scholarship to a major 
university."

"What do you want to study?"

"Law, I want to be a lawyer. I will be, someday." she 
paused a second, "Are you in town for the day, or are 
you staying longer?"

"I haven't decided," Thomas answered, wondering if he 
was being trapped.  After a pregnant pause, he asked: 
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

"It's M.L.K. day."

"Oh"

"What room are you in?" she asked.

"202" he warily answered, "Why?"

"I'm the hotel maid, but I'm also a full service girl" 
she answered as she ran her finger along the top of her 
tube top, revealing the first half inch of flesh.

"What kind of service do you offer?"

"Modeling, massage, there are other things on the 
menu."

Thomas's head was reeling. It took a moment for him to 
recover. "I want to believe you, but... tell you what, 
hand me your bag."

"What for?"

"You need me to trust you. I want to trust you. I need 
to know you're not wearing a wire."

She handed him the bag with a look of disgust. Thomas 
fished through the bag, finding nothing electronic 
except her cell phone-which was off. He put the bag 
down on a chair, then told her to stand up. He stood 
and carefully checked her jacket. Satisfied that she 
wasn't recording their conversation, and with condoms, 
a negligee, and baby oil  in her bag that proved her 
case, he handed her the bag and directed her to come 
upstairs to his room. 

Once in the privacy of his room he asked her again what 
services she offered. Most of the services she offered 
came in around two hundred dollars, but one caught his 
attention.

"What's a full service massage?" he asked.

"You're naked, I'm naked. I really think you'll like 
it."

"Let's go with that."

"O.k., undress and lie face down." 

After he had paid her Linda watched him and slipped her 
shorts down revealing she had no underwear and a 
hairless pussy. Her tube top came off next landing next 
to her shorts and sneakers. 

Meanwhile, Thomas also disrobed. When he was nude, 
Linda had him lay face down. Linda then straddled him 
and began an expert massage, starting at his scalp and 
working slowly and carefully down to his feet. Thomas 
actually had to fight off drowsiness from the relaxing 
effects of the massage. Linda then whispered to him to 
turn over.

When Thomas turned over, she straddled his abdomen. She 
started at the top of his scalp, but as she massaged 
his face, she scooted her hips down and her groin came 
into contact with his. She could feel his dick grow 
from semi erectness to full hardness. She scooted back 
up and lowered her breasts into his face. She lowered 
first one, then other nipple to his lips. Thomas licked 
and suckled on the large pink puffy nipples. 

Linda then raised up, positioning herself directly over 
his groin. She used the moisture from her gash as 
lubrication. She began sliding back and forth on his 
dick. He reached up, placing his hands on her very firm 
breasts. She leaned against his hands and increased her 
grinding-she was enjoying this as much as he was. He 
began thrusting his hips up. 

"I need to put my dick in you" he gasped.

"You have to put a condom on, o.k.?"

He nodded. She dismounted from him and retrieved a 
condom from her bag. She took the condom out and 
unrolled it on him. She then mounted him again, and 
lowered herself onto him. It was a tight fit and he 
could only get about three quarters of his dick into 
her. She then began slowly humping him.  She 
established a rhythm, then the humping grew faster.

Thomas was unsatisfied, so he rotated her, placing her 
under him while he stayed in her. She smiled, nervously 
accepting what he was doing. It took him a few minutes 
to get the position and rhythm he wanted, then he began 
pumping her vigorously. The iron bed was slapping 
against the wall, probably letting the manager know 
what was going on upstairs, but Thomas was past caring. 
He felt his cum rising and he shot his load into the 
condom.

He collapsed on top of her, taking several minutes to 
catch his breath. When his breath resumed at a normal 
pace, he rolled off of her. 

"Thank you, that was great" he told her. 

"You're welcome" she said as she got up and started 
fishing for her clothes.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Aren't you done?" she asked.

"Actually, no, um, can you stay?"

"You want me to stay?"

"Yeah."

"How long?"

"The rest of the day, and, um, can you swing the night 
too?"

"You want me to stay the night?"

"You're good company, and you're good in bed. Besides, 
I'm the kind of guy who feels that anything under two 
hours is a rip off. I'd like to make love to you, not 
just hit it, then we're done."

She sat on the edge of the bed. "No one's ever asked me 
to stay the night."

"How long have you been doing this?"

She opened her mouth to answer, then decided to change 
the topic, "So, how much.." she paused, thinking out 
loud.

"Look, I paid you two hundred, how about five hundred 
for the night?"

"For what?" she asked with a wariness in her eyes.

"Conversation, and regular sex."

"In advance, o.k.?"

"I'd have to go to an ATM, do you know where the 
nearest one is?"

She thought for a moment. "Tell you what, I'll trust 
you for a bit. We can do it, then after, we'll go to 
the ATM. By the way, you have to buy me dinner too, a 
nice dinner, o.k.?"

"Done."

Linda slid up next to Thomas. "So, how do you want to 
do this?"

He answered her by kissing her, drinking in the 
lusciousness of her lips. After seeing Pretty Woman, 
Linda thought it wise to follow the rule about no 
kissing on the lips, but her customer had caught her by 
surprise. She returned the kisses, feeling his hands 
gently gripping her head. This was new to her. She had 
made out with a boy once, but he only touched her 
around the ribs, this was better. Soon, he moved to 
kissing her around the neck, then he slowly moved down 
her body, pausing for a while at her breasts, where he 
suckled on one nipple while he massaged the other 
before he alternated.

This was better than anything Linda had ever 
experienced. She had started offering full service six 
months earlier, several months after she starting 
working at the hotel. A guest, a man in his sixties, 
had offered her fifty bucks to clean his room in the 
nude. He seemed harmless enough, so she did. The next 
day, he offered the fifty again, but then wanted more. 
Because her vagina was so small, he couldn't get his 
aged semi hard dick in, but she had got him off with a 
handjob.

He made a couple of more return trips to the hotel 
because of her. Because of the experiences from him, 
she started dressing very skimpily. Since the old man, 
she had given three blowjobs, one full service massage, 
and one quickie. The quickie was where she actually 
lost her virginity. He was only in his mid twenties and 
she had yelped and cried, experiencing pain and 
bleeding. Still, she was making an average of one 
hundred and fifty per experience and her bank account 
was beginning to look nice. 

College was going to be expensive, her dad would be 
little to no help, and the carefully looked after bank 
account was going to be her escape kit from this town, 
which she had come to loathe. This man had offered five 
hundred for the night, which brought her closer to her 
goal, and best yet, she was enjoying herself. 

As Thomas placed his mouth on her groin, Linda was on 
the verge of orgasm. Her breathing had sped up and she 
was feeling contractions in her abdomen. As his tongue 
circled her clit, she felt herself on the verge of 
exploding. Sensing her proximity to orgasm, he sucked 
on her clit. 

Linda felt herself explode. A light went off in her 
head, she screamed, and suddenly she had to get him off 
her clit as waves of pleasure were slamming into her 
body. She pushed his head off her clit, and she curled 
into the fetal position as her first orgasm caused her 
to spasm. As the waves subsided she laid back on her 
back.

"What did you do to me?" she asked.

"Haven't you had an orgasm before?"

She shook her head with a smile. He placed his head 
back between her legs. She suddenly felt very tender 
between her legs. "Wait" she whispered, "it's very 
tender there, go easy."

He took her warning and took his time licking her. He 
looked up to see her cupping her breasts. Here eyes 
were closed and her breathing was deep and fast. He 
stuck a finger in her, which caused her to yelp. He 
started finger fucking her while working her clit. 
Linda felt herself ready to explode. She raised her 
hips and started thrusting against his finger. 
Suddenly, her second orgasm hit. She screamed and 
pushed his hand and face away. 

While she recovered from her orgasm, he took a condom 
out from her bag. He wrapped his rascal, then climbed 
back on the bed where Linda saw what he was about to 
do, and adjusted her legs to accommodate him. He lined 
himself up and entered her. Linda gasped several times 
while he entered her, then began moaning while he began 
pumping. After a minute, she found his rhythm and began 
thrusting her hips to meet him. 

Thomas leaned in and started kissing her while he 
pumped her. Linda dug her hands into his shoulders as 
she experienced the most erotic moment of her life. 
Linda felt another orgasm building and as she began to 
explode she heard him grunt and felt his dick spasm in 
her. He collapsed on top of her.

It took five minutes for the couple to recover from 
their love making. He rolled off of her and laid 
alongside her body. She draped one of her legs over his 
in a playful manner. 

"That was incredible" he said.

"That was amazing!!" Linda added, "I've never done that 
before."

"Never?" he asked.

"Never," she confirmed, "usually guys just get off, and 
they're done. I mean you made my head go all a-a-a-a-a" 
she said gesturing with her hands and head to indicate 
a wild experience. 

"You liked that?"

"Hell yeah."

"I'll need a little time to recover."

Linda rolled over and draped her body over his. She 
laid her head on his chest. Thomas ran his hands over 
the smooth skin of her back. Linda moaned softly. The 
couple relaxed and fell asleep.

***

The ringing of Linda's cell phone awoke the couple from 
their nap. Linda lazily raised her head, then realized 
where she was and what was going on. "Oh shit" she said 
as she shot straight up. She scrambled to her bag and 
took the cell phone out. "Hi dad" she purred, answering 
the phone. Thomas looked over at Linda. She gestured 
with her eyes before saying, "Sorry dad, I was at 
Cheryl's. We were having fun and I lost track of time."

Linda listened for a moment, then asked, "Dad, Cheryl 
wants to know if it's o.k. if I spend the night, can 
I?" She listened a moment, then added, "tomorrow is a 
parent conference day, the calendar is on the fridge," 
then she improvised: "It's alright with her parents, 
want to talk to her dad?" A moment later Linda handed 
the phone to Thomas.

"Hello?" Thomas asked.

Thomas heard a male voice asking if it was alright if 
Linda spent the night and if it was any trouble.

"No, she's no trouble at all. We love having her over."

The voice told him to bring her over in the morning.

"Sure," Thomas agreed before handing the phone back to 
Linda.

"Talk to you later Dad," Linda said before ending the 
call.

"What did I just do?" Thomas asked.

"Cheryl is a friend from school" Linda explained, "like 
me, she wants to get out of this burg. My dad is a nice 
guy, he loves me, but he's one of those artist types. 
We live month to month, that's why I'm a full service 
girl. I have a plan. I want out."

Thomas stood up and hugged Linda. The gesture caught 
her by surprise. After a couple of seconds she hugged 
him back. 

"Hungry?" he asked.

"A little."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Ummm," she answered, "this is a small town, people 
talk. There's another town ten miles over, they have 
several restaurants. Is that o.k.?"

"Sure."

Linda walked over to her clothes. "We'll need to stop 
at my place for a change of clothes."

"Sure, fine."

***

Tuesday January 22, 2007

"Hey" Thomas said.

"Hey back."

Thomas reached over and gently ran his hand through the 
hair of the naked fourteen year old girl waking up next 
to him. Linda moved her head so that her cheek was 
brushed by his hand.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked.

"Well, first, you have to take me home, but you want to 
do something interesting today?"

"Yeah, what do you have in mind?"

"I know a place. You'll need to pack a picnic lunch for 
us."

"I think I can handle that."

Thomas slid his hand to her hips and pulled her to him. 
Linda put a hand on his chest and pushed.

"No, I'm sore, besides, I, we, need a shower" she 
giggled. 

"Alright" he said as they rose from the bed and went 
into the bathroom.

***

Thomas dropped off Linda  at home at nine, but picked 
her up again at ten. Linda directed him out of town and 
towards a mountain range. A little under an hour later, 
he parked near a campground. The couple got out, then 
began an ascent up a trail. 

For ninety minutes they climbed up the mountain, 
sometimes pausing to take in the view. Finally, they 
reached a lower summit of the mountain. The valley 
floor spread out beneath them for hundreds of miles. 
The view was nothing less than breathtaking. Linda told 
Thomas to sit, then, in a hushed voice said: "Listen."

Thomas was quiet for a moment hearing only the sound of 
the wind whistling through the pines before he 
whispered: "What for?"

"What do you hear?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Isn't that a wonderful sound?" Then after pausing a 
moment added: "Cheryl brought me here with her family 
once. I didn't want to leave. I enjoy the view, the 
sound, the peace, isn't it perfect?"

"Yeah."

Linda hugged him, then held him for a moment. Finally, 
the couple took out the picnic lunch and dined 
heartily. After lunch, they sat and just took in the 
view for a while more. Finally, they began the descent 
to the campground. 

It was mid afternoon when they got back to town. Linda 
was still a little sore, so instead of heading back to 
the hotel room for more sex, she directed him to drive 
a ways out of town where a historic bridge crossed a 
river. She showed him where to park, then took him for 
a walk along the river. The scenery, like up in the 
mountains, was beautiful. It was a nice walk and the 
couple were in a very serene and happy mood when they 
got back in the car.

It was early evening when they got back to town. The 
other hotel in town had a diner. Linda wasn't thinking 
of the pitfalls when she and Thomas went into the 
diner. After they were seated a balding middle aged man 
brought glasses of ice water to the table. He instantly 
locked eyes with Linda, glaring at her as he slammed 
the water into the table. Linda was returning the 
glare. The man quickly walked away without a word. 
Linda's resolve instantly melted, "let's get out of 
here" she said as she got up. 

Linda was in a full cry as they reached the front door. 
She was barely able to walk with her eyes full of 
tears, but was able to get in the car. As Thomas got 
in, she started punching the dashboard. 

"I hate this fucking town. I'm never going to get out 
of this fucking town," she moaned before dissolving 
into tears again. Thomas pulled her to him. She bent 
over, laying her head in his lap. An idea began to form 
in his head as he put the car in gear and pulled out 
onto the highway. Several minutes later, Linda composed 
herself enough to say: "Take me home."

"I'd like to take you someplace better, if it's 
alright. I have an idea."

"Alright," she whimpered. 

Two hours later, Thomas pulled into the parking lot of 
a major department store in his city. He took Linda in 
and found the women's department. They found an old 
woman and a young lady behind a cash register. 

"Can we help you?" the old lady challenged.

Thomas handed her a credit card. "Make her look 
fabulous, I'll be back in an hour" he said, then 
leaning in he whispered, "Formal dinner." 

Thomas left the department store, quickly executing his 
plan. Most of what he needed was within walking 
distance of the store, the trick was to make sure that 
the places he needed to go to were open.

When Thomas returned to the department store he found 
that Linda was now in a white gown. Her hair was curled 
and the makeup on her face was impeccable. Thomas was 
in a tuxedo and he was accompanied by a man carrying 
three boxes. 

"What do you think?" the young lady asked.

"Very nice, but incomplete."

The look on Linda's face went from a smile to a frown, 
but changed again to a happy anticipation when Thomas 
took the first box and opened it. He took out a large 
elaborate silver necklace, inlaid with sapphires, out 
of the box. Linda gasped and her smile returned. Thomas 
put the necklace on around her neck, then returned to 
the man with the boxes. He opened the second box and 
took out a large bouquet of roses. He handed the roses 
to Linda, then stepped back a second.

"And now, for the piece de resistance' " he said as he 
opened the third box. 

He took out a beautiful tiara, which caused all three 
females to gasp. With the help of the young lady, he 
placed the tiara on her head. He stepped back, then 
said, "Yes, the picture is now complete."

He turned to the old woman and said: "It's cold 
outside, she'll need an appropriate jacket."

"I have something in her size" she said as she 
disappeared. 

The old woman returned a moment later with a 
fashionable jacket. A gleaming Linda looked absolutely 
radiant as the jacket went on. Thomas settled up his 
bill and took the credit card back. Thomas then led 
Linda from the store.

As they went outside, Linda started to angle towards 
where Thomas had parked his car.

"Where you going?" Thomas asked.

Linda stopped and turned back to Thomas with a 
quizzical look.

"Milady, your chariot awaits," he said as he gestured 
towards a limo parked near the store entrance. 

Linda's jaw dropped as Thomas stepped towards the limo 
and opened the door. Linda had only seen a limo on TV 
and she happily strode towards the opened door feeling 
like she was living a dream.

Thomas opened the door to the limo. Linda started to 
pile in, then stopped, trying to find a sophisticated 
way to glide in. It took a couple of tries until she 
got an angle she was comfortable with. Finally inside, 
she slid over on one of the bench seats. Thomas slid in 
next to her. She cuddled up next to him, carefully 
cradling the roses. 

"What's next?" Linda asked.

"Dinner fit for a Queen."

"A Queen?"

"You look positively radiant tonight, regal, rare, 
special."

Linda gave Thomas a lingering smoldering kiss.

"I'd make love to you here," she whispered, "but not in 
front of the driver."

He cuddled her, "we'll be there in about two minutes" 
he told her in a subdued voice.

Four minutes later the limo pulled up in front of a 
steakhouse. The building was unremarkable from the 
outside, but inside there was clearly a late 1800's 
motif going on. A hostess dressed as a saloon girl 
asked: "Can I help you?"

"Haden, party of two," Thomas answered.

The hostess lit up, "Right this way" she said, leading 
the couple to a spacious corner booth lit only with a 
trio of candles and some dim background lighting. 
Thomas slipped the hostess a twenty. She smiled and 
slinked away, motioning to a waiter. 

Within a minute, glasses of water, tea, and salads 
appeared on the table.

"Come here often?" Linda laughed.

"Actually, I found it by accident. When family members 
have visited, I've brought them here, but this is the 
first time I've brought someone here that wasn't 
family."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. This place, for me, is only for special 
occasions."

Linda blushed, then only had a chance to take a bite 
when a piano started up in the room.

"I believe they're playing our song," Thomas said he 
stood up, extending a hand.

Thomas led her to a small dance floor about twenty feet 
away. As Journey's "Faithfully" played on the piano, he 
twirled her around the floor. When the song ended, the 
couple returned to their booth.

"It's the perfect night" Linda mused, "dinner, dancing, 
the perfect place."

"Actually, if we would've gone to a play first, it 
would've been perfect, but this was all last second."

Linda placed a hand on his thigh. "I think someone's 
going to get lucky tonight."

The couple were served Chateaubriand after they 
completed their salads. The couple savored their 
dinner, pausing a couple of times to dance.

After dinner, the limo whisked the couple off to a high 
rise hotel. Check in went fast, with the Desk Clerk 
telling Thomas that the clothes they had worn to the 
store had been laundered and delivered to their room. 
The couple then went to the nineteenth floor and 
entered their room. Thomas led Linda to a curtain and 
had her stay still while he turned out the lights in 
the room. Thomas then opened the curtain. 

The lights of the city, looking like multi colored gems 
laid out on black velvet, spilled out before them. 
Thomas walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around 
her waist. 

"It's beautiful," Linda whispered as she started to 
gently cry. 

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She turned to face him. "This is the most perfect night 
of my life, perfect, but tomorrow I have to go back to 
that shit hole."

"You don't have to go back, if you don't want."

"What do you mean?"

"We'll talk to your father. We'll convince him that 
it's in your best interests to stay in the city, with 
me."

"You'd do that for me?"

"For you my Queen, milady, absolutely."

Linda gave Thomas a smoldering kiss, then led him to 
the bed where they made love deep into the night. 

***

The sun would come up the next day, shining light on a 
new life begun, a new reality for a pair of lovers, who 
would make the best of a new life. 

EPILOGUE

For thousands of years men married girls aged twelve to 
fifteen. This was necessary because child birth is 
traumatic to the body and young teens bounce back 
quickly from traumatic injuries. It was the explosion 
of child pornography in the late 1970's that caused a 
change in the culture. Child advocates suddenly 
appeared, causing a sea change in laws. Almost 
overnight, the admirer of young flesh became the 
boogeyman.

Lately men have been punished for doing what they have 
been doing for thousands of years. Overlooked in all of 
this is not only nature, but also the true feelings of 
the girls for whom these laws were created. What 
started me thinking this was an interview I saw in the 
paper in 2001. A local high school had been the 
National Champion of the Academic Decathlon for two 
years running. Naturally, the five girls on the team 
finished at the top of their graduating class. In the 
interview, four of the five girls on the team said they 
weren't looking forward to working for the next thirty 
to forty years. 

Yes, the feminist revolution is rejected by some 
females, and not just those who drop out of school and 
live in trailer parks, but also those from upper middle 
class homes with bright futures. It is because of this, 
and a belief in young passionate females that I write 
these kinds of stories. When I was in High School, I 
found out that I wasn't just competing with other High 
School guys for female attention, I was also competing 
with affluent grown males who were marrying underage 
girls left and right. I saw girls as young as twelve 
marry grown men. 

A history teacher once told me that the pendulum swings 
back and forth on cultural changes. A conservative 
society evolves into a liberal society, then eventually 
back to a conservative society. In the 1970's children 
were considered property in some jurisdictions. The 
outlawing of child pornography, and the Traci Lords 
pornography scandal in 1985 caused a passage of laws 
that not only protected, but empowered children. 
Children deserve protection, but they also deserve the 
chance to follow their hearts and feelings. 

The puritanical zeal to punish "offenders" who hurt 
children, has also punished parents who have taken 
innocent pictures of their children in the bathtub. 
These parents have been separated from their children 
and labeled sex offenders. Some parents have been 
forced to live in other countries to avoid prosecution. 
The zeal to protect children has become an out of 
control crusade that sometimes tramples on the 
innocent. Thank God the First Amendment still exists. 

There are great many Lolita stories out there, but the 
majority of them are poorly constructed. A child 
doesn't understand discretion and this is why child 
molesters get caught and many Lolita stories fall on 
their face. In order to construct the perfect Lolita 
story, first you have to separate the girl, emotionally 
and physically, from her family and friends. If you 
don't, the girl will tell someone about her romance, 
then the jig is up for the guy. 

Second, you have to make the girl and man emotionally 
dependent on each other. It helps if you can create a 
situation where the girl and man have a situation where 
they can grow their relationship away from the prying 
eyes of those who would call the cops, or social 
services, to check out the May/December romance. 
Lastly, you must develop an escape hatch for both parts 
of the relationship, in case one or the other decides 
to move on. 

I hope that you enjoyed this story. If you have, I have 
an entire library of stories at asstr.org that you can 
peruse. Please support the First Amendment, and vote 
responsibly-or we can kiss the right to read and write 
such stories goodbye.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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