MAHA in the Heartland: 2025 Traveling Medicine Show
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Chapter 8: Auditioning Trailer Park Teens
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: Auditioning Trailer Park Teens - 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 teenagers 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 Coercion Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Oral Sex Petting Doctor/Nurse Small Breasts
Doctor Kirk would never have referred to his audition as one for ‘trailer park teens,’ but the fact was, every part of the audition was designed precisely to attract and entice the sort of poorly-supervised, grown-up-too-soon, and hungry for cash teenage girls who seemed to populate every mobile home community across the state of Arkansas.
The flyers that advertised the audition, printed on bright paper with pics of hot girls being handed cash, were posted every few telephone poles on the streets around the three nearby mobile home parks. The location of the audition, in the gym of the local junior high school nearest the parks, was where most of these girls were in school during the school year. And the printed message on the flyers and posters was also aimed at girls hungry for cash, who didn’t or couldn’t ask a parent for permission:
“Audition for concert dancers- great pay, travel, cash sign-up bonus! Come as you are, no experience needed. Girls, 17-20, dancing experience a plus, but not required. Swimsuit and dance audition from 10-12 am, Saturday July 26, Springville Junior High. No parental consent required.”
Once Kirk finished showering with Logan, and the two dried off and got dressed again, he slapped her on the ass and sent her into the small crowd that was filing into the gym and taking seats in the bleachers. Kirk took a seat in the front of the gym, behind a small podium, and scanned the crowd for the kind of girls that he was looking for.
There were a couple of girls who wandered around the big gym, checking out their competition, and trying to figure out who was in charge and would be judging the audition. When they spotted Dr. Kirk near the podium, a few walked up and smiled, and asked if he was one of the judges for the audition. One was a tall thin girl, wearing a pair of stretchy booty shorts in hot pink, that showed off her tight ass incredibly well. She wore a black bikini top that showed off her small but firm titties, and she had tied her wispy hair into twin ponytails on each side, to keep the hair off her face. She also wore a pair of chunky heeled sandals, that gave her even more height and a sexy posture when she walked up to Kirk. She smiled and asked Kirk if he was a judge, and what he would be looking for at the audition.
Kirk said he was a judge, and he was just looking for girls with poise, and a great smile, and maybe a little sparkle in their eyes. He added that he was going to give every girl a fair chance, and would not be influenced by any special attention.
“Well,” the sexy teen responded, with a flirty wink and smile, “I’m LeeAnn, and I got everything you’re lookin’ for. And, of course, I would NEVER try to influence you with special attention or nothin.”
She walked off slowly, her tight butt cheeks pumping up and down erotically, the tiny booty shorts creeping up her ass crack with every sext step. Kirk felt his cock stiffen under his pants.
Following her, and listening to Kirk and the tall teen’s suggestive reply, was a ginger teen, with her mahogany red hair tied in a single back ponytail, and wearing a cropped t-shirt that hung out over a pair of small but firm tits, and revealed a concave flat tummy that disappeared into a pair of loose sweatpants. The sweats hung on her bony hips, cinched with a string tie than ran around the top edge of the sweats. The soft sweats hung so low across her tummy that Kirk could see the a bit of ginger fur that surrounded her pussy peeking over the edge of the dirty, dark purple sweatpants. The sweatpants legs dragged on the ground, but her filthy, dirty bare feet moved in and out from under the frayed bottom leg openings of the sweats as she walked up.
As the ginger teen passed by and gave him a sly look, her slutty red bangs hung over one eye as she walked within a few inches of Kirk. He looked her over with obvious interest and spoke softly to her.
“What about you, darlin?” Kirk began, “Would you try to influence a judge, maybe by letting him have a little feel your sexy body?”
The girl stopped, cocked her hip out, and slid a thumb into the top edge of the sweats, pushing them dangerously lower on her bony hip. She watched the older man looking at the pale smooth skin she exposed with her thumb tucked in the sweats and smiled.
“Yeah, maybe ... like what would that git me?” she asked, with a slight sneer, in a bit of ghetto slang.
Kirk liked her attitude and silently signaled for her to come over behind the podium, his finger curling slowly toward himself. She moved to a position standing just in front of Kirk, and turned so her butt, covered by the dirty sweats, was up against his knee. It was then Kirk observed she had a tramp stamp, a dark tat that said “Good Girl” with a little wing extending on each side of the words.
“Good girl?” asked Kirk, as he grabbed hold of the teenager’s bony hips, and let his fingers press lightly into the firm flesh of her belly, mere inches from where her pussy was just barely hidden under the sweats. He could even feel a few wisps of fine pubic hair where his fingers slid under the edge of the sweats.
The girl didn’t pull away but pressed her ass crack gently against Kirk’s knee. She looked over her shoulder as he held her waist, and with a sneer said, “Only one way to find out just how good, ain’t there, old man?”
“Yeah, you’re right about that, girl,” Kirk whispered as she continued looking at him over her shoulder. Kirk was fascinated by the girl, who looked young, but acted like she was an experienced street hooker. “Meet me over by the door to the boys locker room, in five minutes, and I’ll give you a chance to show me, sweet pea. And, by the way, what’s your name?”
“I’m Amber, dude,” the girl said, still looking back with her tight ass pressed against Kirk’s knee. “And who are you, in case I can’t find ya?”
“Everyone calls me ‘Doctor Kirk,’ Amber,” he whispered in a gruff response, pulling the girl back against him so that his hot breath tickled her tiny earlobe. He felt her shiver a little as he held her and let his tongue slide along the edge of her ear and down to her pale neck. “And you won’t have any trouble finding me, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting for your hot little ass, right where I told you I’d be.”