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Maha in the Heartland: 2025 Traveling Medicine Show

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Chapter 1

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Slick-talking used car salesman Levon Kirk, now to be known as Doctor Kirk, packages up thirty cases of his herbal elixir, recruits a local band and a group of teenage dancers and sales assistants, and embarks on a modern-day medicine show across Arkansas. He uses hot young people and all the other tricks he knows to help move the merchandise.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Workplace   Rough   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Massage   Oral Sex   Petting   Doctor/Nurse  

Back at the end of the 19th century, and as late as 1915-17, the way most Americans found out about new medicines for the ailments that afflicted them, was through a show that came through town, that showcased new remedies for all sorts of medical problems and complaints. These shows, put together and managed by a smooth-talking huckster-style salesman, came through towns of a certain size several times a year. The slick talkers who ran these shows generally put on an actual entertainment show for the town, to draw in a big crowd, before hawking the latest miracle cure for backaches, cancer, diarrhea, pneumonia, obesity and “female problems.” Often, some of the girls and guys who were part of the show’s entertainment also came on stage during the medicine promotions and gave their own testimonies about how the product worked and had cured their conditions. Then, as now, some of the entertainers (usually dancers and singers) were cute, sexy teenage girls. And who could resist the pitch of a cute teenager touting the benefits of a remedy that was only available today and might well be the cure to your aching back, or whatever your complaint was.

Fast forward to July 2025, in the City of Fayetteville where a local former used car salesman and amateur healthy living and natural-supplement advocate had just set up his traveling show in a vacant lot he rented just outside of town. “Levon” Kirk had been selling cars long enough to learn a lot about human psychology, and what made people buy things, especially on impulse, that they really didn’t need or couldn’t even afford. He realized value was largely emotional and could be shaped through persuasive spokespeople or strong testimonials. He also knew that “sex sells,” as the saying goes. In other words, a pitch made by a sexy teenager, in a sexy or even slightly slutty outfit, could convince the most hard-hearted potential buyer that maybe he needed to reconsider his decision not to buy the miracle elixir, considering the scientific evidence presented by the girl.

And so it was, the third week of July, 2025, after preparing thirty cases of his magic elixir, which was mainly vodka, with some citrus and other flavors, including cucumber flavor, “Dr. Levon” Kirk, set up his third show of the 2025 season, in the tree-shaded lot. It was a troupe of some 10 people that he had brought together, along with two stages, two motorhomes, a pop-up tent-trailer, and an Airstream trailer that he towed behind his new F-150 pickup truck. There were several guys that made up the band, his girlfriend and fellow huckster, Jenny, and a group of three ‘approximately’ 18-year-old girls, who were traveling with their foster mother, Cheryl. In addition, there were two stagehands who did all the set-up and heavy lifting work. And then there was “Doctor” Kirk. He wasn’t a medical doctor, but he had received an advanced degree in psychology, from Arkansas State University, and he had been an herbalist and salesman for several vitamin companies, from Amway to Herbalife.

This time, Kirk was working for himself. He liked the idea of taking advantage of the looser regulatory attitude in Washington, and even the new HHS chief RFK, Jr.’s active promotion of “alternative” medicine. He liked the idea of putting on a show, like the shows President Trump had put on in many small towns and cities that he was planning to visit. He wanted to attract the same kind of working-class, white lower to middle-class families that filled the subdivisions, apartment complexes and trailer parks around Fayetteville and other Arkansas towns. After seeing how effective using the teenage dancers who danced to the band music during his opening act, come out later during his elixir demonstrations, he decided the girls would become a regular feature of his product demos. The girls enjoyed helping out and enjoyed the commission they got of $5 on every bottle of the $39 elixir that they sold during the time they were on stage, giving their testimonial story. The girls were good, and their stories were imaginative and clever, but Kirk knew that the shorter their skirts or shorts, and the more they flashed or flaunted their teen bodies, the more bottles of the “HerbalSolution” he would sell. They always encouraged buyers of the elixir to take a deep drink as soon as they bought the bottle, knowing that the vodka would make the buyer feel better almost immediately.

This quiet competition between Maddy, Logan and Riley led to the teens doing what they could to convince Dr. Kirk to let them be on stage when the biggest crowds were on hand, to maximize their income. No surprise, they used their sexy bodies to convince Kirk to give them the stage, and the girls became quite aggressive at trying to influence Kirk.

Maddy, Logan and Riley all were relatively skinny, blonde and between 17 and 18-years-old. And though the foster mother passed them off as sisters when he signed them up to work as traveling dancers, the fact was the home where they had been living as abandoned orphans since they were 6 or 7 didn’t know whether they were sister, half-sisters or what. They had been given up by their mother shortly before the mother died of an overdose. Beyond being blonde and skinny, they were remarkably different. Maddy was a sassy and flirty girl who loved to wear the shortest skirts, the tiniest cut-offs, and the most revealing and sexy tops. Logan had a much darker and sultry attitude, and she kept her thick blond hair cut short, and even shaved up one side of her head. Logan favored tight, low-riding jeans, covered in slits and worn holes and a pair of soft leather over-the-calf boots. She generally wore a vest, usually over a worn-out, super-thin and transparent-when-wet sleeveless t-shirt. If she ever took off the vest, her firm little conical tits were on stunning display. Riley was the hippie chick of the three, wearing flimsy, filmy gauze tops over a filmy thin cotton or polyester skirt, often slit up one side to show a leg. She always went bra-less and generally wore just a little white or black g-string panties under her flowing skirt.

That week, Maddy knocked on the door of Kirk’s Airstream Sunday night, the day before the first show day. Kirk’s jaw had dropped when he saw the girl in his doorway. Her blonde hair was damp and sticking to her neck from the high humidity and perspiration, and a few wispy strands fell over one side of her face, over one eye. She leaned in a sexy pose against his aluminum door, her sweat-soaked cropped top glued to the sexy contours of her firm tits, and a small rivulet of sweat sliding down from her belly button ring, down into the tiny, way-too-tight cut-off jeans, right where the top button and the first inch of zipper was left open, so she could breathe.

“Mind if I come in? I saw your girlfriend drive off. Will she be gone a while?” asked Maddy in her sexy southern drawl. “Mind” came out more like “Mahhhhnd”

“It’s hot enough to make an innocent preacher’s daughter sweat like a fuckin’ whore,” she continued, smiling a little smirk when she said the word “whore.”

“Yeah, of course, babydoll. C’mon in ... and yeah Jenny’s gone for at least an hour, to visit her ma.” said the good doctor, opening the screen door for the little tart. As he stepped back to let Maddy in, she made a point of rubbing across his chest with her sweating shoulder, and brushing the quickly formed tent in his pants, as she stepped up into the trailer.

Kirk looked the girl over as she came inside, holding her left hand for her as he ran a hand up the opposite exposed side of her torso, slick with sweat, stopping only when his hand came up against the firm mound of her right boob. His cock hardened further, making his pants tent almost hit the girl as she stepped up.

“Darlin’ I’m not sure whether to think you’re the innocent preacher’s daughter, or the sweating little whore, the way you’all are dressed tonight,” Kirk said with a smile, shutting the door behind her.

“Which do you want me to be, Doc?” purred Maddy, as she unbuttoned the last button holding her too-small cropped top across her tantalizingly firm tits. The firm cones sprang forward, and out to the sides a bit, as the thin cotton of the top fell limply to her sides.

“I can be the innocent little daughter of the prim preacher, who’s just never, ever let a grown man touch her down there,” Maddy teased, sliding a finger into the top of the practically open shorts, “or I can be the dirty-talkin, filthy performing cock-slut, who will take a cock anywhere you wanna put it for a simple cash payment.”

“Your choice, Doc,” she smiled and cocked her hip out, and jiggle her titties as he stared at her lovely tits.

“Okay, let’s play you’re the innocent preacher’s daughter, who’s just wandered into my trailer, after seeing the show, and drinking half a bottle that her mama bought her, to deal with her “headaches.”

 
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