The one thing she hadn't known – and which Linda had taught her – was that some men liked a girl to play games, to pretend to be something other than what she was. Mr. Jones, for instance (and of course that wasn't his real name), wanted her to act like a little girl. That was fine with Cindy. She liked to act.
"Do you like candy, little girl?" said Jones, almost drooling with eagerness.
"Oh, yes," Cindy cooed.
"Then come sit on my lap, and I'll give you some," he said, taking the only chair in the place. It was rickety, and Cindy hoped it wouldn't collapse under his weight.
"Oh, goody!" she squealed, running to plump her butt down on Jones' knee. "What kinda candy you got, mister? I like the kind with nuts best."
He giggled. Oh, wow, Cindy thought, what a weirdo.
Mr. Jones slipped a plump arm around her and squeezed her tight. Cindy straightened up a little so he wouldn't touch her boobs and spoil the illusion – no "little girl" had tits that big. She wiggled her firm little ass around in his lap, but she felt no hard-on yet. Linda had told her that he might take a long time – but for five hundred bucks, it was worth it.
"Where's the candy, mister?" Cindy said plaintively. "You said you had some candy."
Jones giggled again, and Cindy noticed little specks of spittle at the corners of his fat mouth. She was thoroughly repulsed, but she didn't show it. That was rule number one, Linda had taught her – the customer was always Paul Newman.
"Why. I've got it right in my pocket, Cindy," he said. "You can take it out if you want." He was breathing very heavily now.
"Okay," Cindy said eagerly. "Which pocket, mister?"
"This one right here," said Jones. "It zips open." With a pudgy finger he indicated his fly. His breathing got heavier, and he couldn't seem to suppress his shrill giggles.
Cindy feigned wide-eyed innocence. "Gee," she said wonderingly, "I never saw a pocket like that before. Can I have as much candy as I want, Mr. Jones?"
"Sure, honey," he giggled. "It's all yours. Go ahead – unzip the pocket and find the candy."
Well, here we go, thought Cindy.
She unzipped his fly and contemplated the soft white worm of his prick. A little under average size, and clean. No problems. She turned her big blue eyes on the grinning, red-faced Jones.
"Mister," she said accusingly, "that ain't candy. I never saw candy like that before."
"Oh, yes, it is, dear," said Jones, hardly able to contain his excitement. "It's the best candy you ever tasted. Go ahead, take it out."
Cindy reached into the dark warmth of his fly and picked up the limp warm prick. She slowly drew it out into the light of the room and looked at it. It might be four inches long in its erect state, but right now his cock was tiny and shriveled, wormy white with a delicate network of blue veins, and the circumcised head was rosy and dry.
"It doesn't look like candy," she said innocently.
"It is," said Jones, snickering. "And it tastes really good. I'll show you how to eat it. It's a very special kind of candy. First you have to get down on your knees."
Cindy obeyed, glad for the knee socks which protected her from the rough uncarpeted floor. If she did her job well, she and Linda would have a place like Cadillac's, thickly carpeted and richly furnished. Her repulsion for Jones diminished as she thought of what his five hundred dollars would mean to her and her mother.
"Now pick up the candy and put it in your mouth, dear," said Jones, who was actually drooling by now.
Innocently Cindy obeyed, taking the limp, droopy prick in her little hand and popping it into her mouth. She had no trouble getting all of his rod inside. Thank God he was clean. Linda had told her that she might not always be so fortunate. But she was prepared for that, too. After all, she'd blown old dirty-pricked Calvin Trout and survived.
Jones quivered deliciously as he felt his limp cock stuffed into the juicy wetness of her silky mouth. He looked down at her and was perfectly pleased with the illusion created by her pigtails, pinafore, and small stature. She looked just like a grade-school child sucking a grown man's cock. Jones, of course, knew she was older – he'd seen the full swelling outline of her tits under the prim pinafore – but she was a good little actress, and he was content. He patronized a lot of whores, but few of them were as pretty and talented as this girl.
"Now suck on it, dear," he said breathlessly. "You'll find out how good it tastes."
Cindy began to suck his prick. She performed well, sucking gently and timidly at first, then with increasing speed and excitement. She could easily draw the short cock all the way back to her throat, till Jones' limp baggy nuts rubbed her chin. She made her saliva come in searing floods to bathe his flaccid meat.