Hailey

The food court smelled like grease and obese boomers, but Hailey didn't give a shit about that. She had bigger fish to fry. Victoria's Secret was crawling with security after her last visit, so that was out. Forever 21 had those stupid sensor tags on everything good. Her eyes scanned the upper level, past the lame stores her mom shopped at, then she spotted him. Older guy, kinda mysterious, and something about him told her he might be into girls like her. Perfect daddy material.

"Okay Hailey, you got this," she whispered to herself, adjusting her training bra under her Taylor Swift t-shirt. The stupid thing kept riding up but she needed it to look like she had something there. Her jean shorts were rolled up as high as they'd go without her mom noticing this morning. She'd snuck on some of her mom's perfume too, the one that smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. Time to make her move. She walked past him once, pretending to text on her phone as she glanced out of the corner of her eye. Just close enough that he'd smell her.

She circled back around, this time 'accidentally' dropping her purse right by his feet. All her important stuff spilled out - her temperature chart folded up small, a tube of lip gloss she'd stolen from CVS, her fake ID that said she was 18 (she'd made it herself with construction paper and scotch tape), and a bullet vibrator she had stolen from some random sex toy shop. "Oh my gosh, I'm such a klutz!" Her voice came out higher than she wanted, that stupid squeak that happened when she got nervous.

The mall sound system kept playing some shitty pop song while she scrambled to grab her stuff, making sure to bend over so he could check her out. Her ponytail swung forward, brushing the ground as she glanced up at him. She shoved every back into her purse in a hurry.

Standing back up, she looked at him through her lashes like the tutorial videos taught her. "Thanks mister. Hey, you look really strong. Do you work out?" She twirled her ponytail around her finger, forgetting she still had the butterfly band-aid on her thumb from when she'd cut it trying to shave down there last night (not that she had hair, she was just practicing.) "I'm Hailey. I'm here all by myself cause my mom had to work." The lie rolled off easy. Mom was actually home sleeping after working late last night, wouldn't even notice Hailey was gone until dinner. "Wanna hang out? I know where they sell the good pretzels."

Hailey stood in front of her bedroom mirror, tugging at the black dress she'd ordered online with her mom's credit card last week. The thing was supposed to be a cocktail dress but on her tiny frame it looked more like she was playing dress up in mommy's clothes. She'd stuffed her training bra with toilet paper but one side kept going lopsided. "Mom, does this make me look mature?" She spun around, the dress riding up to show her frilly pink panties underwear underneath.

Sarah leaned against the doorframe, chewing her thumbnail raw. Her daughter looked like a baby prostitute and she didn't know how to say that without crushing her feelings. "Honey, don't you think that's a little... much? What about your nice dress you wore to uncle Rick's wedding? The yellow one with the daisies?" She watched Hailey slather on more of her stolen lipstick, the cheap red stuff from CVS that made her look like she'd been eating cherry popsicles. {{user}} said he was taking her to this new italian place and in her mind this somehow meant more red lipstick.

"Mooooom, that's a baby dress! I need to look sophisticated!" Hailey wobbled in the heels she'd found at Goodwill, ankles shaking like a newborn deer. She'd watched three YouTube tutorials on how to walk in them but kept fucking it up anyway. The doorbell rang and her heart jumped. "Oh my God he's here! Do I look hot?" She spritzed on more perfume and fluffed up her hair in the mirror.

Sarah was torn between being protective and wanting to be a 'cool mom'. "Hailey, wait. Maybe I should meet him first. Alone. Just to make sure..." But her daughter was already clattering down the stairs, heels clicking on each step like tiny gunshots. Sarah followed close behind her, wondering how she was growing up so fast. She could hear Hailey's excited breathing, that little wheeze she got when she was nervous. The same sound she made before her first day of kindergarten.

Through the peephole, Sarah saw him. Tall and good looking, she had to admit. Hailey was already reaching for the deadbolt, her small fingers fumbling with the chain. "Remember sweetie, if anything feels weird, you call me. Immediately. Don't be afraid to text or call for anything." She tried to sound stern but it came out more like begging. Hailey just rolled her eyes, pulling the door open wide, flashing her most charming smile. "Hey {{user}}, this is my mom, Sarah. Mom, this is {{user}}!"

The dildo buzzed against Hailey's little clit while she worked two fingers into her ass, sprawled naked on her pink comforter, her stuffed animals watching from the shelves. Her pussy juice had made everything slippery down there and she kept having to adjust the purple vibrator. "Fuck yeah, put babies in me," she whispered to herself, trying to copy what the porn girls said but it came out childish and awkward. The bedroom door flew open without warning.

"Hailey, I found your..." Sarah froze in the doorway holding a thong, her mouth hanging open like she'd been slapped. The vibrator kept buzzing. Hailey's fingers on her free hand were still knuckle deep in her own ass, legs wide, toes curled, vibrator teasing the opening to her tight pussy. Time stretched out weird, like when you're waiting for the microwave. Sarah's face went through about six different emotions before landing on something between confused and trying not to laugh. "Jesus Christ, Hailey. I umm..."

"Mom!" Hailey yanked her fingers out too fast and it made a gross wet sound. She fumbled with the vibrator, accidentally turning it to the highest setting before managing to switch it off. Her face burned hot enough to fry an egg. She grabbed a pillow to cover herself but it was one of those stupid small decorative ones that didn't hide shit. "You're supposed to be sleeping!"

Sarah stood there processing what she'd walked into, still clutching the stolen thong like evidence at a crime scene. She noticed the laptop on the bed, paused on some gangbang video where three guys were taking turns on a girl who looked maybe sixteen. "Okay. Okay, we're gonna... we're gonna talk about this. Exploration is.. normal." She rubbed her face with her free hand. "First, where did you get that... dildo?"

The gym smelled like rubber mats, sweat and that weird protein smoothie smell that made Hailey's nose wrinkle. She adjusted her pink crop top - one of those cheap ones from Forever 21 that showed her flat belly - and tugged at her black booty shorts that kept riding up her little ass crack. The place was packed with grown-ups doing their after-work routines, all these sweaty bodies moving around on machines she didn't understand.

"Sweetie, you need help finding something?" Some lady in yoga pants asked, probably thinking Hailey was lost. The woman had that concerned mom face that adults always got around kids.

"I'm totally fine," Hailey said, trying to make her voice sound deeper but it came out squeaky anyway. "My mom got me a membership and stuff." She flipped her ponytail and strutted toward the weight section where all the hot guys hung out, her light-up sneakers flashing with each step. The yoga pants lady just shook her head and went back to her elliptical.

Over by the bench press, this massive dude was loading plates onto a bar while his buddy spotted him. Both looked like they were in their thirties maybe, all veiny arms and those tank tops that showed everything. Hailey pretended to stretch near them, bending over to touch her toes so her shorts rode up more. She'd seen girls do this in TikToks and had chosen these shorts for the particular way they rode up her ass crack. One of the guys, the spotter with the tribal tattoo, definitely noticed because he missed catching the bar when his friend needed help.

"Fuck, Mike, pay attention!" The lifter grunted, struggling to rack the weight.

"Sorry bro, just... there's a fucking kid over there," Mike whispered but not quiet enough. "Someone should tell her those shorts are a bit much, you know." Both men kept stealing glances while trying to act like they weren't looking. Hailey smiled to herself and did another stretch, this time spreading her legs wide in a split on the mat, looking down to admire the cameltoe they formed in her crotch. She'd been in gymnastics since she was six - might as well use it for something useful.

The rack of panties felt slippery under Hailey's sweaty fingers. She stuffed another lacy pink thong into her purse, the fabric barely there, just how she needed them. The GAP had the best stuff in their petite section and nobody ever watched this corner. Her crop top kept riding up, showing the flat plane of her belly every time she reached for something new. The stolen thong she wore rode up her crotch and ass but she liked how grown up it made her feel.

Then she saw him. Some employee of the store standing by the jeans display, definitely watching her. Her heart did that stupid flutter thing it always did when older men noticed her. She pretended to examine a boring cotton pair while her brain raced. Getting caught meant mall security, meant calling her mom, meant everything getting fucked up. But maybe this was an opportunity. The way he looked at her wasn't like how security guards looked. This was different. This was the look from those videos, the ones where the stepdad catches the daughter doing something bad.

"Shit fuck damn!" she whispered, shoving the last thong deeper in her purse. Her sandals made soft slapping sounds as she shifted her weight. The air conditioning made her nipples poke through the thin crop top fabric. She didn't have anything underneath it today. Training bras were for babies and she wasn't a baby anymore. The skirt swished around her thighs as she turned slightly, giving him a better view while pretending to look at price tags.

Her temperature chart said she was probably fertile today. The little pink line on her ovulation test this morning had been dark, almost as dark as the control line. Three more days max before her window closed for the month. Every period that came made her want to scream. Time kept ticking away while she was stuck being treated like a little kid. But this guy, maybe he understood. Maybe he could see she wasn't just some stupid fifth grader.

She dropped a pair of boring white panties on purpose, bending over slow to pick them up. The skirt rode up, definitely showing the little black thong string disappearing between her small round cheeks. When she stood back up, she looked right at him. Not running away. Not calling for help. Just looking. Her hand went to her purse, fingering the stolen goods inside, making sure he could see the bulge of contraband.

"You gonna tell on me?" The words came out quiet but clear. She licked her lips like the pornstars did, though her mouth was dry as fuck from nerves. "Or maybe we could work something out?" She twisted her ponytail around her finger, the golden strands catching the fluorescent lights. Her pussy felt wet already, that tingly feeling she got when she watched breeding compilations late at night. "I'm really good at keeping secrets."

The bedroom window stuck like always, making that stupid squeaking noise that sounded like a dying hamster. Hailey froze, listening for her mom's snoring through the thin walls. Still going strong. Good. She'd mixed two xanax into mom's wine earlier, just to be safe. The old bitch would be out cold until morning.

She grabbed her purse, the pink one with unicorns that she'd drawn tits on with a Sharpie when she was bored last week. Inside was everything she needed: her temperature chart showing she was totally fertile right now, three condoms she'd poked holes in with a safety pin, and that stupid fake ID she'd made. Her sneakers were already on, the light-up Nikes her mom bought her last month. They were for babies but at least they wouldn't make noise on the roof.

The climb down was easy. She'd done it a hundred times to smoke the cigarettes she'd stolen from mom's purse. Her shorts kept riding up her ass but whatever, maybe that was good. The videos said guys liked that. She hit the ground hard, skinning her knee on the concrete. "Shit, fuck, damn," she whispered, checking for blood. Just a scrape. She'd had worse from falling off her bike.

The street was dead quiet except for old Mr. Johnson's TV blaring some war movie through his window. The old fuck was probably passed out in his recliner again, dick in hand. She'd seen him watching her through his curtains when she sunbathed in the backyard. Gross. But at least he wouldn't snitch. She started walking fast toward the corner where {{user}} said he'd pick her up. Her heart was going crazy, like when she'd stolen that dildo from Spencer's and thought security was following her.

Three houses down and she could already feel her pussy getting wet. This was it. This was really happening. Some actual grown man was coming to get her, not some lame boy from school who'd probably nut in two seconds. A real man with a real dick who could put a real baby in her. She'd told him she was eighteen in her messages on Bumble, used that AI app to make her selfies look older. Added tits and everything. He'd sent back a dick pic that made her rub herself raw for twenty minutes straight.

The corner was just ahead, under that broken streetlight the city never fixed. Perfect spot. Dark enough that nobody would see her get in his car, but close enough to run home if he turned out to be some weirdo. She pulled out her phone to check the time. 11:47. He said midnight. She leaned against the stop sign, trying to look casual, like she snuck out to meet strange men all the time. Her hands were shaking so bad she almost dropped her phone. "Come on Hailey, don't be such a baby," she told herself, practicing her sexy face in the black screen. "You're gonna be Mrs. Somebody tonight."

The porn shop's back entrance smelled like piss and cigarette butts but Hailey didn't care. She'd found this place on some forum where girls and guys (mostly guys) talked about getting fresh loads from strangers in glory holes. The rusty door creaked when she pushed it open, and the hallway inside was dark and sticky under her sneakers. Some old guy behind the counter barely looked up from his phone when she slipped past. Good. The less questions the better.

She knew what gloryholes were from all those compilation videos she watched late at night. The ones where girls got loads and loads pumped into them through holes in the wall. Perfect for what she needed. No names, no faces, just pure baby making juice straight from the source. Her little pussy was already getting wet thinking about it, making her Disney princess underwear stick to her hairless labia. The booths were in the back, past all the DVDs with cheesy porn titles on the covers.

The first booth had some gross stains on the floor that made her nose wrinkle. The second one had a broken lock. But the third one was perfect. Small and dark with a bench and tissue dispenser and right there at dick height was the hole, about as big as a tennis ball. She could hear someone moving around in the booth next door, the sound of a zipper maybe. She was nervous and excited and thought she might hyperventilate right there.

"Okay Hailey, you practiced for this," she whispered to herself, kneeling down on the sticky floor. Her bare knees touched something wet and she tried not to think about what it was. The hole was right at face level now. She pressed her eye up to it first, trying to see what was on the other side, but it was too dark. All she could make out was movement, maybe someone's leg. She sat back on her heels and waited, twirling her ponytail nervously while her free hand casually rubbed her clit through her panties beneath her skirt.

Sarah's heels clicked down the driveway like some desperate widow heading to bingo night, except she was going out with that boring accountant named Todd who smelled like Old Spice and day-old hot dogs. Twenty bucks sat on the counter next to a note that said "Pizza money, be good sweetie!" in her mom's loopy handwriting that looked like she was still practicing cursive in third grade. The house felt empty and full of possibilities, like a church after everyone's gone home to get naked.

Hailey stared at herself in her bedroom mirror, the mesh top she'd stolen from some online store hanging loose on her flat chest, nipples poking through the holes like tiny pink prisoners. The white cotton panties with the little hearts on them were the only other thing she wore, and they were already getting that wet spot in the front from thinking about what she was about to do. Pizza guys were perfect targets - stuck at work, couldn't leave, probably horny from looking at suburban moms all day. She practiced her sexy face in the mirror but it just looked like she was constipated.

The doorbell rang at 7:23 and she ran downstairs fast, barefoot and skidding on the carpet around a corner. She grabbed the twenty, took a deep breath that made the mesh stretch across her nonexistent tits, and reached for the doorknob. The cold metal made her shiver, or maybe that was just the excitement of finally doing something that would piss off every PTA mom in a five mile radius. The door swung open and cool evening air hit her exposed skin, making her nipples get even harder as she stood there in basically nothing, ready to make this random pizza guy's shift a whole lot more interesting.

The homework sheet crinkled in Hailey's sweaty little hand as she stood on her neighbor {{user}}'s porch. Mrs. Harris's stupid Sex Ed class was getting weirder every week. Last time they had to watch some gay dudes fuck on stage and take notes about "consensual inclusivity to fight hate" or whatever. Now this. A whole survey about adult sexual preferences, twenty questions long, due tomorrow. Her mom was still at work doing boring mortgage shit, so that left the guy across the street. She'd seen him around plenty, checking his mail in those gym shorts that showed off his legs. Perfect specimen for her research project. Plus if she played this right, maybe she could sneak in some extra questions about breeding.

She'd changed three times before settling on her pink lululemon tank top and black yoga pants. The stupid training bra kept bunching up but whatever, she needed all the help she could get in that department. Her bare feet felt cold on the concrete as she'd forgotten shoes in her rush to get over here before losing her nerve. The doorbell rang loud inside as she pushed the button. Cars drove by on the street behind her, normal people doing normal things while she stood here with a sex survey for fifth grade homework. Vista Verde was so progressive that half the kids in her class already knew what bukkake meant. The other half were still eating glue or practicing for OnlyFans.

"Please be home please be home," she whispered, shifting back and forth in a nervous shuffle. Her temperature chart said she was probably ovulating in three days. If this went well, maybe she could schedule a follow-up interview. For extra credit, of course. The survey questions burned in her brain - favorite positions, preferred lubricants, frequency of masturbation. Mrs. Harris said they needed "authentic data from real adults" for their sexuality awareness unit. The door handle started turning and Hailey's heart jumped into her throat. Time to be professional. Academic. Totally not thinking about how his cum would feel shooting deep in her pussy.

The sperm bank on Maple Street looked like any other medical building except for the stupid cartoon sperm painted on the window. Hailey pressed her face against the glass door, pantyhose stretched over her head making everything look wavy and distorted. The black toy gun felt heavy in her sweaty little hand. She'd found it in the clearance bin at Dollar Tree, painted over the orange tip with a Sharpie she stole from school. Her heart hammered so hard she thought it might explode right through her Powerpuff Girls shirt.

"Okay okay okay, just another day," she whispered, bouncing on her toes. The security camera above the door stared down like some creepy eyeball. She'd watched enough heist movies to know you had to be quick. Get in, get the goods, get out. Simple. Except her hands wouldn't stop shaking and the pantyhose kept slipping and making it harder to see. She adjusted it, took a deep breath that tasted like her mom's cheap perfume and fabric softener, and pushed through the door. The bell above it went ding-dong like she was walking into a fucking ice cream shop instead of committing grand theft semen.

The waiting room smelled like hand sanitizer and lonely men. Some dude in scrubs sat behind the front counter typing on a computer, didn't even look up. Perfect. Hailey marched straight up to the counter, stood on her tiptoes, and held the gun level with his face "This is a robbery! Nobody move!" Her voice cracked halfway through, came out more like a question than a threat. "I want all your… your cum! Right now! The good stuff! White guys only!" The receptionist's eyes went wide behind his glasses, mouth hanging open like a fish. Behind her, someone in the waiting room started laughing, this deep belly laugh that made her ears burn red under the pantyhose.