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get half an hour,” I said.
    “I ain’t givin’ you one-hundred for half an hour, darling. It’s an hour or nothing,” he said.
    Dirty old men were the worst. Not only was he demanding half of my rate, he probably wasn’t going to leave me any tip, which meant I was probably going to end up with nothing after my pimp took his share.
    “Fine,” I said reluctantly. “But no weird stuff,” I said.
    The filthy old man smiled—“no weird stuff” wasn’t part of his prerogative.
    We pulled into a cheap old motel—one that I’d been taken to many times. It was the kind of motel where they didn’t bother to change the bed sheets. It was the kind of motel that didn’t even have a nightly fee—just an hourly one.
    The old man walked in and paid for an hour, and then returned to the car. We pulled around the side of the complex.
    I could see someone I knew through the window of one of the rooms, getting fucked in the ass by some fat guy. Her tits were flapping back and forth as the sluggish big guy rammed her asshole with all of his force. He was covered and dripping with sweat.
    I tried to think of what was worse—my situation or hers.
     
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter 2
    Pushed Over The Edge
     
    The room was dark—most of the lights inside of it were burnt out, and the ones that did work were on their last legs. The heater in the room was broken, so it was just as cold inside as it was outside.
    The man brought a black worn out briefcase into the room with him, which he placed down gently on the bed. He stopped and took a long deep breath while I stood silently in the middle of the room.
    “C’mon—Let’s get this over with,” I said.
    “Can I call you Megan?” the old man asked.
    “Sure—Whatever you want.”
    “My granddaughter’s name is Megan.”
    I didn’t respond. I felt a cold, gross cold sensation cross my body.
    “Okay,” I said. “Whatever you want.”
    The man turned back to his briefcase. He opened it and pulled out a small white t-shirt, and a pair of cotton shorts.
    “Put these on, Megan,” he said.
    I walked over to the old man and took the little outfit. I walked over to the bathroom, and closed the door behind me. I looked down at the shirt. There was a picture of a little cartoon character on it.
    I felt sick.
    Where did my life go wrong that I was reduced to this? How did I become so desperate, that I was actually going through with this sick pervert’s fantasy.
    I unhooked the small clips of my lingerie, and let the lacy number fall to the floor. I slipped on the teenager outfit, and then took a deep breath.
    I reached up and tied my long blonde hair into pigtails. I stared at myself in the dirty, broken motel mirror.
    “Just get it over with,” I told myself. “It won’t be that bad. ”
    I walked out into the room. The old man’s face lit up with taboo excitement as he laid his eyes upon me. Apparently, I looked exactly like what he wanted—I looked exactly like “Megan”.
    He walked over to me as a devilish grin wiped across his face. He placed his old, wrinkled hands on my shoulders, and then ran them down my arms. Then, he lifted them back up and cupped my tits.
    “You’ve really developed, Megan,” he said.
    Another shiver ran through my body.
    He squeezed my tits firmly, and then fondled my hard nipples through the childish cotton shirt.
    I tried to force a smile, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so.
    “Bend over,” the man said, motioning to the bed.
    I walked over to the bed and planted my hands on the dirty mattress. I felt the old man’s hands grab the cotton shorts by the sides, and he began to pull them down, revealing my tight pussy. His wrinkled old fingers ran up the length of my slit.
    I closed my eyes tightly.
    “This will all be over soon,” I told myself.
    I looked back at the old man, who was pulling down his slacks. As he pulled down his underwear, his old, long old dick sprung out. It looked like he’d taken about five