Chapter 1

The girl was there again, standing in the alley below my third floor window. I saw her there many times before and had masturbated as I watched her five or six times. The tiny blonde took a puff from her cigarette, trying to be as sexy as possible, while she stroked a man’s dick with her other hand. Despite her short skirt and heavy makeup, she only looked fourteen or fifteen years old. She was slightly under five feet tall, and didn’t even have a hint of tits. To weigh a hundred pounds, she would have to put something heavy in her purse. Seeing a girl her age do the things she did was disturbing, but oddly arousing at the same time.

Her customer and I watched her lips and cheeks as she took a puff from her cig, imagining what it would feel like to have our cocks in her mouth instead. It wasn’t taking long. He was about to finish and put his hand over hers. He forced her hand in the direction he wanted as she tried to aim the stream toward the ground.

The girl complained, “Hey! No!” He squirted most of his spunk on the little girl’s pink blouse and black skirt, deliberately soiling her.

He dropped a twenty on the ground. “Filthy little whores should be used to getting dirty!” He picked up a clod of mud and threw that at her too. It splattered as it hit her belly. He smiled cruelly as he said, “Dirty little baby whore!” She cried as he walked away laughing. I felt quite bad for her. She was just a girl doing a disgusting job to survive.

She dropped her cigarette and crushed it out with her little red high heel, picked up the money, then sat on the back stairs of my building. She kept crying as she took out some tissues and tried cleaning her blouse and skirt, but it just smeared the dirt and semen into the fabric. I walked down to talk to her. Her makeup was streaked by tears and her clothes were filthy. I said, “Hi, I’m Jason. You can use my bathroom if you want to clean up.”

She wiped her eyes and said, “I’m Amy. Thanks.” She followed me to my apartment. I was surprised she didn’t hesitate to remove her blouse and skirt, then put them in the bathroom sink in front of me.

I pointed. “The soap is over there.” She was now wearing only her shoes and little kid panty briefs. Her chest was nearly flat as a boy’s and I found her strawberry-sized breast bumps extremely arousing. Apparently, she didn’t care what I saw. I wondered why she was so trusting. I might be a murderer for all she knew.

She said, “I don’t mind if you jerk off when you watch me. If you only watch, I know you’re shy and not mean.”

“Uh, um...”

“I hope somebody will help if they see a guy really hurt me.” She sniffled. “Please keep watching me?”

I gently rested my hand on her shoulder as I smiled. “I will, I sure will.”