Daddy's slut girl(41)

"No, we can't, Mother," said Cindy calmly. "We need a better place to live. We'd be more comfortable and attract better customers. Stop worrying about it. I'm going to be just fine."

"Oh, I know that," Linda said, smiling faintly. "My little girl's gonna be a big hit."

Linda and Cindy smiled fondly at each other. Their reunion   had been everything Cindy had hoped for. After her initial shock, Linda had gladly taken the girl in, for she was lonely and had always resented losing her child to her ex-husband.

Cindy had offered to go to work and help her mother. Linda was still a very attractive woman, but she couldn't complete with the younger prostitutes and was taking in lower and lower fees.

As she explained to Cindy on their first night together, "When I left your dad, all I could think of was being free. For years he accused me of running around with other men, and finally I decided that if I was gonna be punished for it, I might as well do it. So I did. I had an affair with – of all people – the milkman. Your dad caught us and kicked me out. But I was glad to be free of him. I didn't have any idea how I was going to support myself, so I didn't take you with me. That was a mistake, I guess, cause he didn't treat you any better than he did me."

"Anyhow, I came to L.A. for the climate, and pretty soon I found out there was only one way for an unskilled girl like me to make a decent living. It hasn't been a bad life till recently. It's just that all the other girls are so young, and the johns will pay them more. That's why I had to move to this crummy place."

At this point Cindy offered to go to work and help out. Her mother protested that she should finish school, but Cindy was bored with it and with teens her own age. After her experiences on the road, she felt a million years old. She felt as if she could handle any situation that came along.

Still Linda didn't catch on at first. "Well, baby, if you really want a job, I can get you something around here," she said. "They need a waitress at the cafe, and there's a few clerking jobs."

Cindy wrinkled her nose. "Mother, those jobs don't pay anything," she said. "You work your butt off all day for nothing. I want to do what you're doing."

Linda looked at her for a long time without answering. She hated to see her beautiful little girl go into "the life", but on the other hand, there was no denying that Cindy could bring excellent prices from the many customers who wanted firm young bodies and a pretty, youthful appearance. And she and Cindy could certainly use the money. She had no idea how she could support both herself and her daughter.

"Well, honey," she said, "it's not an easy life, but it's your decision. I suppose you could give it a try?" Linda wouldn't even have considered it if Cindy hadn't told her about her adventures on the road. She wouldn't have led a virgin daughter into prostitution, but Cindy had no innocence left.

A week after Cindy found her mother, she was ready for her first performance as a whore.

Linda had located a good mark, a middle-aged guy with lots of money who liked to fuck little girls. He'd promised a five-hundred-dollar fee for the real article. With that money Cindy and Linda could move immediately to a better apartment. They were both very excited about it, hoping Cindy would make good.

The john arrived at ten in the evening. He reminded Cindy a little of Simmons, the salesman – plump and pink and balding, homely and totally without sex appeal. Linda acted as chaperone and introduced Cindy as her daughter, which, of course, the man didn't believe.

"This is my daughter Cindy, Mr. Jones," she said. "I hope you'll be gentle with her. She's never had a man before."

Maybe it was that part he didn't believe. Nevertheless when he saw Cindy, he seemed delighted.

"Hello, Mr. Jones," Cindy said in a mincing, childish voice.

Linda had prepared her well. Cindy's long blonde hair was done in pigtails, and she looked about ten years old. To add to the effect, Linda had dressed her in a pinafore, white knee socks, and patent-leather slippers. Cindy tried not to squirm. Linda had shaved off all her pussy hair to make her more like a child – and it itched.

"Why, hello, Cindy," the man said, grinning hungrily. "What a pretty little girl you are. How old are you?"

"Ten," Cindy said sweetly, batting her big blue eyes.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone now," Linda said nervously. "I have some errands to run." That wasn't true. She intended to stay right outside the apartment, ready to rescue Cindy if the john got too rough. She cast Cindy a nervous glance as she left, but Cindy looked full of confidence.

And why shouldn't she be? In Cindy's mind she'd already done everything there was to do in the realm of sex. She'd fucked fourteen different men, sometimes two or three at once, and she'd taken it in the mouth and the ass. She'd even made love with girls. And after being skewered on Cadillac's gigantic black prick, she felt she could handle any kind of cock she might encounter.