Chapter 5

"That was pretty slick," Lil said to Mark Devlin. "Old fuzzy balls doesn't even suspect that he just posed for his picture with one finger in Dora Harmon's little cunt. You're sure you got both of their faces in the shoe?"

"Shooting in the dark with infra-red, it's hard to tell," Mark told her, "so I took three snaps. One of them is bound to turn out to be exactly what you want. Lil, do I really have to do what you said ... I mean with Pat and Linda? It's ... well, darn it, it's embarrassing."

Lil chuckled. They were walking through the tree-darkened tunnel of the night along the street on which she lived. She stopped to face him, putting a hand on his arm. "You were great today," she said, "up there in my room with me. You said I have a beautiful body. Well, the Barstow twins are just as well stacked as I am, and they're both hotter than a gasoline fire. Why don't you just relax and enjoy them?"

"I'd rather do it with you."

"I thought you hated me."

"I thought so too, but I found out different. Why don't you quit all this crazy stuff you've started, Lil, and just be my girl? When I think of you doing it with old guys like Rundy and Fletcher, it makes me sick."

Lil patted his cheek and then, impulsively, she kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Thanks for the offer," she said, "but you don't know what you're asking for. The worst thing that could happen to you would be to have me for your girl. I'm not like other girls, Mark. I don't know how to explain it because I haven't really tried to figure it out. I don't give a damn and I like being the way I am. I wouldn't change if I could."

"I don't understand," Mark said. "I don't know what you mean."

"Of course, you don't. Look, I'll spell it out for you. I go to bed with older men because I prefer them. They're cruel and sadistic and they hurt me sometimes. I love that. You see, they're adults, and every time an adult abuses me it gives me an excuse, justification for hurting them. I'd kill every god damned grown-up in the world if I could. I can't do that, so I do the next best thing, I hit the rotten bastards in their pocketbooks and in their pride."

"Even your own folks?"

"Especially my own folks. You think they had me because they wanted me? Ha! I've seen my own birth certificate and my mother and father's marriage license. They got married because the rubber broke, or because he forgot to pull it out on time, and they didn't do it any too soon either. I was born six months later."

"You'll be an adult yourself someday," Mark reminded her. "What then?"

"I hope not," she said solemnly. "I hope I don't live that long. A short, fast life is my idea of it and then get the hell out of this mess before I grow old."

Mark shook his head. "You're just bitter. I think you'll get over it. If you were my girl...."

Lil laughed mirthlessly. "Forget it, Mark. I'm not for you. I'm just what you called me, evil and wicked and I'm a natural-born two-timer, like my sweet, bitchy, slut of a mother. You'd get tired of having to stand in line to screw me. Think you'd like sharing me with every other guy and girl in town?"

"Girls?"

"Sure. I like pussy as well as I do cock, maybe even a little better. Wati 'til we get up to my room and Pat and Linda show up. When you see me sucking their cunts you won't want me for a sweetheart. I hope Sissy Prine is there tonight. I could eat her like a candy bar."

Mark's face was pale in the dim light, but he didn't say anything.

When they arrived at her house, and went up the back stairs to her room, Lil immediately stripped out of her clothes and made Mark do the same. She was playing with his cock when the other three girls came in.

"Gosh!" Sissy exclaimed, blushing at sight of the naked boy on the bed. The twins giggled and began at once to disrobe.

"He's all yours," Lil said to them. "This isn't a business meeting, or even school, just a sort of practice session. Pat, there's a jar of vaseline on the dresser, put some on his prick and let him fuck you in the ass. Then Linda can suck him until he gets hard again and take her turn at it. Come on, Sissy, you get undressed too. I'm going to introduce you to a kind of sex that may never make us any money, but sure as hell is lots of fun."

Sissy looked doubtful, but she didn't know how to cope with Lil's masterful way of taking charge and issuing orders. She allowed the older girl to undress her and pull her down to one end of the bed.

"God, but you've got the cutest, little boobies!" Lil cried. "I'll bet there isn't a man in town who wouldn't sell his soul to feel of them. I would myself." She put her open mouth on one of Sissy's breasts, sucking most of the hard, prettily shaped nubbin into her mouth. Her hands were quickly exploring the white, smooth flesh of Sissy's hips and thighs. She worked one in between the girl's legs and rubbed her almost hairless crotch.

"What are you doing?" the bewildered Sissy asked.

"Hush," Lil admonished her. "Just lie still and I'll show you. Haven't you ever jacked off?"

"Just a few times," Sissy admitted. "Who taught you?"

"My Uncle Fred."

"Why, the old bastard! He didn't screw you, did he!"

"Ununh. He got me to come into his room once and he kissed me and felt me all over. Then he put his hand inside my panties and did that to me with his finger. He took his cock out and let me play with it, then he tried to get it into me, but I was too small, so he had me do it for him with my hand while he jacked me off. We did that every chance we got until my mother saw me coming out of his room one time. She got awfully mad at him and made him leave. I didn't think she'd do that, because he used to spend a lot of time in her bedroom while Daddy was at work. I didn't know what they were doing in there until the other night when I saw my folks having that party I told you about."

"Didn't he ever suck your pussy?"

"No. What's that?"

"I'll show you." Lil slid down on the bed, spread the girl's thighs and opened the vulva with ther tongue. "You like it?" she asked a few minutes later.

"Yeah," Sissy replied. "It feels real good, Lil. I didn't know girls did things like this to each other. I wonder why Uncle Fred didn't do it."

"Some men are stupid," Lil told her. "You've got a sweet, little cunt. I could suck it forever. Ask your mother if you can spend the night with me sometime soon We'll have plenty of fun and I'll teach you to lick me, too. Would you like that?"

"I don't know. I guess it'd be all right to try it. Don't stop, Lil. I think I'm going to come."

Lil returned to her delightful chore, vigorously licking the small clitoris, pausing only now and then to thrust her tongue as far as it would go into Sissy's vagina. She loved the pressure of the young, tender limbs on either side of her face and the writhing response of Sissy's body to a rising tide of passion. She stopped once to look around at Pat. The redhead was on her hands and knees. Mark, behind her, was pumping his cock furiously in and out of her ass. Pat's face was twisted into a mask of mingled pain and pleasure. Once she cried out, instantly stiffling the sound with her own hand across her mouth. The next time Lil looked, Mark was on his back and Linda was sucking his cock.

Sissy came to a tumultuous climax, discharging freely and sobbing with rapture as Lil continued to suck and lick her greedily.

They were all startled by a thunderous banging on the door.

"Lil. Lilith. Come out here. I want to talk to you." The voice was that of Lil's father. It was loud and charged with both anger and menace.

"Okay, Dad," Lil replied, getting up from Sissy and wiping her mouth and chin with her hand. She grinned at the startled faces of the others. "Don't sweat it," she advised them. "I can handle this." She unlatched the door and slipped out into the hallway, closing it quickly behind her.

"Lil!" John Norstrom bellowed at his daughter. "What's the meaning of this? What the hell are you coming out here with your clothes off for? Have you got a boy in there?"

Lil smiled up at him. "Of course, I've got a boy in there, Daddy dear. In fact I've got quite a sex party going. You know ... like the ones you and Mom have when Mrs. Prine sucks your prick and Mr. Devlin screws Mom. Fun, isn't it?"

For a moment, Lil wondered if her father was going to have a heart attack. His handsome face seemed to be turning an interesting shade of purple, and his eyes looked as though they were about to fly out of his head with a twang like a released spring. "Why, you...!" he growled hoarsely, then he brought his right hand up in a swinging blow that caught her on the side of the face and knocked her to the floor.

Lil made no attempt to get up. She lay there, looking up at him and still smiling. Her legs were spread akimbo and she was totally exposed to his view. "That was nice," she said. "It makes me hot to have you hit me. Don't you want to fuck me now, Daddy? I know you do. You've been wanting to for a long time. Come on. We can hear Mom if she starts up the stairs. Not that I give a damn. I'd just as soon do it in front of her."

"Shut up!" he yelled at her, his features contorted with fury. "Shut up talking like that. Who told you those lies about your mother and I?"

She laughed throatily. "They aren't lies. Bob Fletcher took a lot of pictures. Don't you remember? I have them ... and the negatives. I'd be glad to show you the prints, but don't start looking for the negatives. They are not in this house and you'll never find them. Come on, Daddy, I wanta be fucked. Look, you've got a hard on." She giggled and put her hands to her crotch, using her fingers to spread her vulva even wider.

He stood teetering, a man in shock, yet torn with indecision and conflicting desires almost to the point of insanity. Then, with an inarticulate groan of anguish, he fled from her, hurrying down the stairs on heedless, stumbling feet like a drunk.

"I never lock my door at night. Daddy," Lil called after him. "Come up and see me sometime." She was laughing when she went back into her room. "He won't bother us anymore tonight," she told the others. From now on, I give the orders around this house and he knows it. Next time I tell him to fuck me he'll do it or else."

"Your own father?" Mark's eyes held disbelief and horror.

"Why not? And I'll make Mom sit there and watch it if I take a notion to."

"We caught our father peeping in through the bedroom window when we were undressing. Didn't we, Linda?" Pat said.

Linda nodded. "When I was ten, he wanted to show me how to shoot a bow and arrow. He stood behind me and put his arms around me and I could feel his hard on poking me in the ass. He doesn't kiss me goodnight the same way when Mom is there as he does when she isn't, either."

"Same with me," Pat contributed.

"That's adults," Lil said, shrugging her shoulders. "Hey, look, Mark is getting another hard. Good. Linda, how about teaching Sissy how to suck a cock? Pat and I are going to have a little fun with each other while you're doing that. Come on, you gorgeous redhead, let's suck. I'll bet my mother and father are downstairs having a hell of an argument about how to get themselves out of this mess they're in. Fuck 'em."

It was the following Monday before Mark finished developing the pictures he had taken of Armond Fletcher and Dora Harmon. They were still wet from the darkroom when he and Lil looked at them in his basement laboratory.

"Perfect!" Lil cried, clapping her hands with delight. "Look at the expression on the old bastard's face. And look at this one, where Dora is playing with his cock. Mark, you're a genius. Hasn't she got a pretty little body for a kid? I'll bet you'd like to fuck her yourself, wouldn't you? I'll have to ask her mother if she can spend the night with me. Take good care of these. I'll pick them up this evening. Be sure you make plenty of copies. See you later."

Smiling happily to herself, Lil walked downtown and turned in at the police station. She told the desk sergeant she had an appointment with Chief Donovan.

"Gee, Miss Nordstrom, I hope you aren't having trouble of some kind," he said earnestly. "Go on in. I don't think he's busy right now," he told her when she assured him that she was having no trouble at all. She twinkled a devastating smile at him as she went through the gate by his desk. He was the youngest and best looking man on the force, not quite old enough to be classified as one of the hated adults, even though he was a cop.

Donovan looked up, starteled to see her open the door of his office and walk in. His fat face wrinkled in a frown. "What the hell you doing here?" he growled. "Ain't you got no better sense than to come waltzing in here like this?"

She gave him the same dazzling smile she had given the desk sergeant. "Now don't be cranky, chiefy," she said, going over to stand beside him. "I got tired of waiting for you to call. I thought you liked me." She pouted at him.

"Don't call me 'chiefy'," he told her, but his scowl disappeared and his green eyes began to glow as he took in her trim, girlish figure, her well-filled blouse and the mini skirt that revealed her pretty legs halfway up her thighs. "I been busy," he said lamely. "What's the matter ... your asshole twitching for another good reeming?"

She dimpled at him and arched her back so that her breasts were almost touching his face. "Armond and I broke up," she said, "and I keep thinking about you all the time." She took one of his hands and moved it from the desk to her leg, then leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. She felt his start of surprise when he discovered that she was wearing no underwear. He thrust two fingers up her pussy and she squirmed on them, enjoying the rough way they penetrated her. She forced her tongue between his lips and into his mouth.

"Goddamnit!" he cursed, "I'd fuck you right here if I wasn't afraid someone would get wise to what was going on."

"How about that house on King Street you told me about?" she suggested. "I can spend the night with you whenever you say."

"You really got hot pants for me, ain't you? Okay. Here's the address. Be there tonight at nine. I'm going to give you a fucking you'll remember for awhile. Now don't come here to my office anymore. You'll blow the whole deal for both of us."

"I won't if you don't neglect me again. See you tonight." She pulled reluctantly away from his wet fingers and straightened her skirt. "Better wipe the lipstick off," she reminded him as, laughing, she went out of his office door.

Lil's parents had both avoided her since she had had the confrontation with her father on Saturday night. She didn't mind. She would have it out with them when she saw fit, and it would be strictly on her own terms. Since she had plenty of money of her own, she had stopped eating at home and took all of her meals at hamburger stands. She dined at her favorite place, one where she could sit at an outdoor table and display her legs to all passersby on the sidewalk of the main street. As she reflectively sipped coke through a straw, she amused herself by watching for the startled looks she received from men and boys going about their business. It was always the same. First there was the glance that took in her perfectly shaped legs, bare nearly to her hips. That one always caused them to break stride. Some of them actually stumbled. Then they would look hastily away, pretending they had seen nothing unusual and weren't interested anyway. Not more than three steps later, however, they invariably sneaked another look. A few would stop and pretend to be studying the display in Wharton's Drug Store window, while covetly continuing to eye her legs. Some made the trip by the hamburger stand four or five times while she was sitting there.

The women amused her too. Most of them gave her dirty looks, then went haughtily off with their noses in the air as though the sight of a pretty, young girl was personally offensive to them. There were one or two, however, who stared as greedily as the men, licking their painted lips, their eyes glazed with desire. When she smiled invitingly at them, they flushed and hurried on.

Phony bunch of bastards ... all of them. There isn't one of those guys ... young or old ... who wouldn't try to pick me up if he had the nerve. Helluva goddamned world this is ... full of hypocrites and cowards. If that's what it's like to be an adult, I hope I die young ... like I told Mark.

Tiring of the game, she went to a matinee, sitting twice through the main feature. Out of sheer boredom, she slipped her hand under her skirt and, safe from prying eyes in the darkness of the sparsely attended movie, she masturbated over and over.

That evening she went to Mark's house to get the photos from him and take them to Armond Fletcher. Armond was furious with her.

"You dirty, little tramp," he roared at her, "you're not going to get away with this!"

"Not?" she inquired coolly. "Just what do you think you can do about it?"

"By God, you keep this up and somebody will do something about it! They'll find you floating in Willow Creek. That's what will happen. You mark my word, you bitch!"

"I couldn't care less," she told him, "but it won't do them any good. Copies of any pictures I get will always be in safe hands, with instructions where to send them if anything happens to me. I'm sure your wife, for instance, would enjoy seeing you in the role of the great lover ... with a tenyear-old child."

Armond groaned in defeat. "All right, damn your rotten soul. How much?"

Li! grinned triumphantly. "No money. Not now at least. No, I have a better place for you in my organization, one more suited to your talents and your character. You're going to pimp for us."

"What?"

"That's right. I have three young girls, beside myself, who are anxious to get into the big money. I'm sure you know most of the old lechers in town, the ones like yourself who would pay well to get a crack at a young, pretty girl, if they could be sure they weren't running any risk. You will make the appointments for us, keep us well supplied with dates. To begin with, I have a girl who is only twelve and a virgin. She's a raving little beauty too. Whoever gets to be first with her is going to have to kick through with five-hundred dollars. I want that one set up right away. Get busy on it."

Armond spread his hands in hopeless despair. "How can I approach anyone with that kind of a proposition? I'll be lucky if I don't wind up in jail."

Lil smiled wickedly. "Yes, you will, won't you? But I'm counting on the famous Fletcher brainpower. As principal of the high school, you've always tried to give us kids the impression that you were just a little smarter than God. Okay now, big shot, let's see how you do. You'll have to excuse me now. I've got a date with our old buddy, Hootch Donovan. When I get through with that son of a bitch he'll have a few things to think about too."