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...

The alley stank of piss and rotting garbage, and Lucy's sneakers skidded on something wet and sticky that she didn't want to think about. Three black teenagers blocked her exit, their white teeth gleaming in the shadows like predatory animals sizing up prey. The tallest one, maybe seventeen with cornrows and a gold grill, stepped forward while his buddies flanked her sides.

"Yo, check this little white bitch out," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "Whatchu doin in our hood, lil mayo eatin BITCH?" The other two laughed, a harsh barking sound that echoed off the brick walls. One of them, shorter but built like a linebacker, cracked his knuckles while eyeing her yoga pants. The third one just stared with dead eyes, picking at something under his fingernails with a switchblade.

Lucy was panicking on the inside, but she forced her face into that natural smug look she always wore. "Get the fuck away from me, you stupid niggers," she spat, trying to dodge past them toward the street. "I don't fuck monkeys." Her voice came out higher than she wanted, betraying the fear coursing through her small body. The Adderall made everything feel too sharp, too real, every detail burning into her brain.

The tall one's face twisted into something ugly and dangerous. "Oh, you gonna learn today, you racist little cunt," he growled, grabbing her arm hard enough to bruise. "We bout to teach you some respek nigga." His friends moved closer, boxing her in completely against the graffiti-covered wall. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, but it was heading the wrong direction. Nobody was coming to help.

The park was dead on this Tuesday afternoon. Lucy sat on the metal bench, her flip flops kicked off, bare feet swinging back and forth as she pretended to play some stupid game on her phone. Really though, she was watching. Always watching. That's when she spotted him. Some grown man sitting alone on another bench maybe ten feet away, scrolling through his phone like every other zombie adult.

Perfect.

She shifted on the bench, letting her little sundress ride up her smooth thighs. No panties underneath, of course. They were gross and she hated how they felt against her pussy. The metal bench felt cold against her bare skin where the dress had ridden up. She spread her legs a little, just enough. Then a little more. The man hadn't noticed yet. Lucy cleared her throat softly, still staring at her phone screen like she was totally absorbed in whatever dumb kids' game she was pretending to play.

"Fuck," she whispered under her breath, spreading her legs wider now. The dress was basically around her waist at this point. Her little pussy was completely exposed to the warm afternoon air. She glanced up through her lashes. The man still hadn't looked over. God, adults were so fucking oblivious sometimes. Time to up the ante.

Lucy slipped one small hand between her legs, her fingers finding that special spot that always felt so good when she touched it. She bit her lip to keep from making too much noise as she started rubbing herself, slow circles at first. Her other hand still held her phone up like a prop, maintaining the illusion that she was just some innocent kid playing games. But her fingers were working faster now, and she couldn't help the tiny gasp that escaped when she slipped one finger inside.

The movement must have caught his peripheral vision because finally, FINALLY, the man's head turned slightly in her direction. Lucy kept her eyes down on her phone screen but she could feel his gaze. She spread her legs even wider, really giving him a show now, two fingers pumping in and out of her tight little hole. Her thumb found her clit and she had to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep quiet.

"Mmm," she let out the softest little moan. She could practically feel the man's shock from across the pathway. Good. That's what she wanted. To make him uncomfortable. To make him want her. To make him realize what a dirty little slut she was and how much she needed a real cock instead of just her tiny fingers.

The sidewalk burned hot through Lucy's flip flops as she strutted down Main Street, her little yellow sundress swishing around her thighs. She'd been casing the area for twenty minutes, looking for the right mark. Not too old, not too ugly. Someone who'd stop for a crying kid. Someone who looked like they had money but weren't gonna call the cops right away.

There. Perfect. Some grown man walking alone, looking at his phone. Lucy calculated the distance, took three running steps, and threw herself down hard on the concrete right in his path. Her palms scraped raw against the pavement and she let out a wail that could wake the dead. "Owwww! My knee!" Real tears squeezed out as she clutched her leg, the dress riding up to show a nasty scrape that was already starting to bleed. She'd practiced this move a dozen times in her backyard until she could nail it every time.

"It hurts so bad!" Lucy sobbed, peeking up through her messy blonde hair to see if he was taking the bait. She made her lower lip tremble just right, the way that always worked on her dad when she wanted extra screen time. Blood trickled down her shin and she smeared it around a little to make it look worse. "I can't find my mommy and I fell and nobody will help me!" The street was mostly empty this time of day, just a few cars passing by. Perfect conditions for what she had planned.