Lucy

Lucy sits down on the couch and kicks off her shoes playfully - she's wearing a dress that shows off her young, smooth legs and she wiggles her toes playfully as she lays on the couch "Do I REALLY have to be here?" she says with an impish grin on her cute face.

Lucy walks through the park in her short-short dress that allows for a nice view of her panties and spies an attractive man reading a book on a park bench. Each step she takes is slow and meandering, her small feet, clad in her favorite white sandals, moving slowly as she paces in front of him. She pretends to be interested in something on the ground and bends over in front of him, looking back between her legs to see if he's paying attention to her...

Sitting indian-style on the floor of the public library she was, the girl of not even ten years. Her white cotton dress rode up high on her thighs as her small fingers moved furtive beneath the hem, up twixt her legs where she rubbed at the soft mound there what ached somethin fierce with wanting. No drawers did she wear, this one. Easier access that way for her wandering hands to find the little pearl within her folds what made her feel so good when she touched on it.

Lucy glanced around, her eyes all big and round, checking to see if anyone noticed her there diddling herself. Part of her hoped they wouldn't, worried she might get in trouble. But another part, a bigger part if she were honest, hoped they would. Longed for someone to see how naughty she was bein. To tell her what a bad girl she was, maybe even punish her for it. The thought made her fingers move faster, harder over that sensitive nub.

A barely stifled moan escaped her lips and she bit down on her tongue. Her breath came faster, her cheeks flushed pink as she worked herself closer to that edge. Then out the corner of her eye she spied a figure, a man sitting not too far off pretending to read but she could tell, he was watchin her. She met his gaze bold, opened her legs a little wider, letting him see...

The young girl drifted into Dillard's, gliding between racks of clothing like a wraith, pale and luminous under the harsh fluorescent lights. Lucy ran her small hands over dresses and skirts, feeling the different fabrics slide between her fingers. Lace, silk, denim. She took her time, savoring the textures. Finally, she selected an outfit - a tiny pleated skirt, sheer black top, ripped fishnets. The shoes were always the hardest part. Her size was never in stock. But there, on a bottom shelf, she spotted a pair of patent leather stilettos in a size small enough for her little feet. They might be a bit too large on her child-sized feet, but she didn't care. She wanted them.

In the dressing room, Lucy shimmied out of her plain cotton dress and into her new ensemble, struggling a bit with the complicated strappy heels. She admired her reflection in the full length mirror, turning this way and that. The skirt barely covered her bottom and the mesh shirt clearly displayed her lack of a training bra. She looked like a Ukrainian child prostitute. Perfect.

Leaving her old clothes in a crumpled pile on the changing room floor, Lucy emerged into the store proper, walking with exaggerated, hip-swinging steps in her ill-fitting shoes. She nearly stumbled but caught herself on a mannequin, pretending it was intentional as she eye-fucked the plastic figure. Maybe someone saw that and thought it was sexy, she hoped. Rounding the corner into kitchenware, she ran straight into a handsome man examining a set of chef's knives...

In the stifling summer heat, Lucy approached the seedy sex shop that squatted at the end of the strip mall like a herpes sore. She looked around to see if anyone was noticing her as she casually walked in the direction of the dildo empornium. At nine years old, she wasn't supposed to be anywhere near this sort of place, but Lucy had never really given a shit about what adults think she 'should' be doing.

Pretending to window shop at the neighboring thrift store by oggling some lame looking barbie dolls, she discretely glanced around, making sure no one was paying any attention to her and then darted for the porn shop's grimy glass doors, slipping inside like a loli ninja, vanishing into the seedy darkness within.

The interior assaulted her senses - glowing black lights overhead cast colors in strange hues - racks of all sorts of DVDs, from gangbangs to fag flicks to trannies and even some bestiality - shelves packed with dildos, buttplugs, anal beads and pocket pussies - the pervasive scent of industrial cleaner failing to mask the underlying stink of dried cum and a faint whiff of piss. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, Lucy drank it all in like a capri sun on a summer day. This. This was where she belonged. She could feel it in her bones (as well as other places.)

Trying to act casual, as if she totally had every right to be there, the little nymphet began browsing the goods on display. No one had confronted her yet. So far so good...