Chapter 2: Portal to Reality

Morgan hated the three hour drive back from her Aunt’s house. Her Mom’s car was small, uncomfortable, the conversation boring and they always fought on what music to play on the radio. She just wanted to get home, shower and check her email. She wondered if her ‘fans’ had missed her over the weekend.

When she finally got home she went straight to her room and as always avoided looking right at the cam. Of course the books she had set in front of it before they left had been moved out of the way. She tossed her travel bag on the bed and sat at her desk. She was surprised to see only a single user viewing her cam. Were they tired of her? A sense of sudden disappointment filled her. It didn’t last long as shortly a new viewer joined, then another and within a few seconds her cam was maxed out. Someone must have announced her return. She could barely contain her grin.

She unlocked her drawer and pulled out her laptop to check on the chatroom. She had shut it off just in case Ted managed to break into the drawer while she was gone. As it rebooted she checked her email. When the laptop finally came online Morgan was bummed when she couldn’t get into the MorganLuvr’s chat room. Again and again she got the chatroom full error.

Morgan gave up on the chatroom for a bit and went to put her clothes away. Opening up her travel bag she began tossing her dirty clothes into the basket. She then pulled out her new soccer uniform. Her daily runs had been traded in for soccer practice. The red and black outfit was the coolest she had ever seen. A large italic ‘5’ emblazoned the back. There was no doubt she was going to kick butt this Sunday for their first game. She pulled off her shirt and pants and tried on the outfit. She checked the mirror. Definitely cool. She sat back at her computer and tried once again without luck to get into the chatroom. She wondered what they were talking about.

They of course were talking about her body and things they wanted to do with her. Only one noticed the WEST MILFORD WILDCATZ moniker on her uniform top. Within a few moments of google searches MASTERCK4891 knew exactly where he might see sweet young Morgan in person.

Morgan got up and neatly hung her outfit in the closet. She walked about a bit in her bra and panties for a few, putting other random things away. If she could have gotten in the chatroom she would have walked around stark naked but this was her private punishment for them. She smiled and walked out of the room to the shower.

After a long shower Morgan stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. She cupped her small firm breast lifted slightly and released. One small bounce and it was back in place. Her pubic hair had still not filled in very much but the blond colored tuft was quite soft. No one could ever call her a bottle blond. She turned and checked out her butt in the mirror. Thoughtfully she marveled just how fixed these older men, some as old as her grandfather, adored her body. Did they really want to do all those things to her that they had written? She slid her fingers down her belly and between her legs. She swooned at the thought.

Catching her breath she continued to dry off and then blowdry her hair. She finally finished when her mom bitched at her to let her have a turn. She hated sharing a bathroom. Thank god Mom had a date tonight and would be out.

When she got back to her room she gave them a few seconds of titty before ‘deciding’ on which pajama top to put on.

When she finally got into the MorganLuvr’s chatroom under her alt ID she was confused. They kept mentioning something called GHB. After researching a bit she discovered it was some sort of knock out date rape drug. What the fuck were they talking about that for?

Ted wouldn’t really do that? She decided to not leave out her drinks anymore.

She chatted online with some of her friends for awhile on MSN IM and even with Ted. Well not really Ted but she knew it was him with a fake name. He said he was sixteen and came across her by accident. Morgan almost fell for it until they started talking about it in the chatroom. She went along with it, once again playing naive. He never made sexual references but just played good friend.

Monday afternoons school bell finally rang. Morgan raced out of the building to meet Darsey. Together they were going to ride over to the mall on their bikes. Morgan’s stomach dropped when she saw Darsey’s mom loading her bike in the back of the minivan. Apparently her dentist appointment got rescheduled for today.

Morgan waved as the van pulled away and out of sight.

“Fuck it” she thought, “I’m going anyways.”

Twenty minutes later Morgan was locking her bike outside the mall. Maybe she’d at least run into a friend while she looked at all the stuff she couldn’t afford.

Arthur Billings sighed. The thought of trying to pick out an anniversary gift for his wife of 35 years was a daunting task. There would be noVictoria’s Secret for her. She had long since left the days where even a nice bathrobe would look good on her and the thought of her cellulite legs in a nightie made his skin crawl. He racked his brains as he walked mindlessly through the huge mall.

“This is ridiculous!” He mumbled to himself. “I should just get her a gift certificate to Wendy’s” He chuckled. Then a thought came to him. “A nice cookbook or trashy novel would do. Yeah sure.” Then at least he could get out of this maze of a mall, get home and change into some comfy clothes, grab a beer and watch the news.

The mall map indicated that Brentano’s was on the second floor so Arthur set out for the escalator. He waited a moment as a number of people stepped on in front of him. He got on, closed his eyes and sighed.

When he opened them again there was an angel in front of him. Well not an angel per say, but the cutest little butt with the word Angel written in fancy script across both cheeks. He had never seen sweatpants that were so tight, or cut so low. She also wore a shirt that exposed her tiny mid-drift. A small girl, long blonde ponytail, cute. Arthur was so close he could see the tiny blonde hairs on her back He stifled his now rising hard on as best he could as he enjoyed the last few seconds of his trip to the second floor. An incredible urge to just grab the edge of her sweats and pull down overcame him.

By the time Morgan stepped off the escalator she was aware of the man that had been standing so closely behind her. As she walked past the stores she gazed at the reflection in the large windows. An overweight man with glasses and a suit in at least his fifties walked a few paces back.

For some reason Arthur found himself passing right by Brentano’s and continued following her bobbing pony tail. He slowed down as not to seem too obvious but had a hard time not staring at her firm little ass. When she finally turned and entered a store he decided to turn back to the bookstore. In a last glance he caught sight of her very cute face. He knew Brentano’s could to wait a few more minutes.

Morgan was surprised when he didn’t follow her into the Sharper Image. She knew he had been watching her. She never really got the feel of the voyeurs who watched her on her webcam so it was a new experience to feel real eyes gaze on her. But he was gone now.

She decided to head over and check out some of the new Mp3 players. Damn they were cool. Her old P.O.S. Rio player died weeks ago. These were nice ... and expensive. She would definitely have to pick up some more babysitting gigs to get one.

Morgan smiled as she thought of her last job. She remembered holding little one year old Joey’s hands and helping him walk. His parents had just come home from the movies. Ms. Driscoll went off to get changed and Mr. Driscoll sat in the kitchen getting his wallet out to pay Morgan. Morgan stood, leaning over Joey, helping him walk. She hadn’t worn a bra and knew Mr. Driscoll would be able to see down her loose shirt as she marched little Joey towards him. “Look at Joey go!” she had exclaimed so innocently as she looked up at him for a moment. Mr. Driscoll was not looking at Joey. She looked back down at Joey as she walked him right up to his dad. Morgan wasn’t surprised when she received a much bigger tip than usual that night.

“How do those things work?”

The sudden voice made her almost drop the player. It was the man who was behind her on the escalator, standing right in front of her.

“I take lots of business trips and thought one of these might be nice to have.”

In less than two seconds he pegged her as very early teens. Super cute face, pert maturing little boobies and a body as tight as can be.

Morgan fumbled, “Umm, yeah, they hook up to computer and you can download music on them.”

Arthur grumbled, “Ugh, computers”

Morgan smiled, “It’s really not that hard.” He was even homelier than she noticed in the window, and that suit, even at her age she knew that his polyester suit was lame. She stifled a laugh.

“Are you going to get one?” Arthur tried to keep the conversation going for a few more seconds. He eyed the player in her hands but was really focusing on her chest.

Morgan sighed as she put the player back and started to turn away “I’d love to, but it’s too rich for my blood.”

“Well thanks for the help”

Morgan smiled, “No problemo” She turned and headed out of the store. He didn’t follow.

An hour of window shopping later Morgan was bushed, and hungry. She stopped at the pizza counter and bought a slice. As she went around the other side of the counter to find a table she noticed the man there. He was sitting back turned to her at one of the tables. When she sat a few tables away she immediately caught his eye. He smiled and waved. She smiled back.

“Did you buy one?” She politely asked.

“No, still want to check things out first.” He replied, covering his mouth full of food.

Morgan sat half turned away from him and watched the people pass by as she nibbled at her food.

Arthur sat in silence thinking. In the prior hour he worked out this hypothetical scenario in his head. It was ridiculous, stupid and insane. Now that she was suddenly back he felt compelled by fate to try. What the hell. He felt himself break out into a sweat. In a moment he knew she would be gone. He got up.

“Hi, I’m Arthur, well Art.”

Morgan could hardly believe he had just sat down at her table. She forced a smile. “Umm, Morgan.”

He tried to appear calm and friendly. “Look, I do deals all time with many many different people. Sometimes people love them, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes I just lay them out on the table and if people don’t like them they just walk away like it was never even mentioned. That’s the great thing about deals, they’re just out there for you to decide. Do you follow?”

Morgan was bewildered. “Umm, I don’t think so.” She could see he was sweating now.

He leaned in closer to her. His beady eyes seemed tiny through the coke bottle glasses.

“I saw you really liked that little player in there. So here’s the deal. And remember you can just get up and leave if you want, just like that. So I’ll run over and buy that player for you right now and it’ll be yours to keep for only one tiny, tiny favor in return.”

Morgan furrowed her brow skeptically. “What?”

He leaned closer. She could smell his breath.

“For thirty short tiny seconds you, umm, lift your top for me.”

Morgan was stunned. Holy crap. She didn’t know what to do. She looked around with a look of a deer caught in the headlights. She didn’t move though.

“You’re still here, that’s good.” He was relieved that she hadn’t run off screaming, though his heart was still beating far too fast.

Morgan considered this preposterous offer. She still couldn’t believe her ears. Finally she spoke and she couldn’t believe what came out of her mouth.

“Right here?”

“No, no” He forced a small laugh. “It’s simple. I’ll go get the player, meet you at Penny’s. We go back to the changing rooms like I’m with you. I stand outside the changing room, you go in, take off your top, open the door for thirty seconds. I won’t even get near you. You get the player, we both go our separate ways.”

Was she really considering letting this perv see her breasts for real? Of course she was. She felt a rush of heat flood through her body. She kept her cool though.

“Okay, but I want the iPod”

“Deal. I’ll meet you in front of Penny’s in 5 minutes”

Morgan watch him get up and head in the opposite direction of Penny’s, towards the Apple/Mac store. She took a deep breath and tried to compute what had just happened. A moment later she found herself up and walking in the direction of Penny’s. Was she really going to take off her shirt and show this guy, a total stranger, her breasts? What if he was a maniac or something? What he was, was an old perv who probably whacked off to Britney Spears videos. Seeing a sixteen year old’s tits a few feet away was probably his dream. She smiled. And she could to give him his dream.

As she walked she saw the exit doors coming up. How easy it would be to run to them, exit, jump on her bike and speed off. But she didn’t. She could barely feel her feet touch the floor as she passed by the exit. The large Penny’s sign grew larger as she approached.

When she entered the store, she turned, but the Arthur was nowhere in sight. Somewhere deep down she hoped he didn’t show. She waited at the perfume counter, finding the perfect scent to try on. For him.

Arthur picked out the iPod. A nice red one. She would like that.

As he left the store he realized that he should have brought her with him. He sighed as he realized that there was probably no way in hell that she was waiting for him at Penny’s. He already concocted a quick story if she was there, with a cop. But if she was there, alone. He felt his hard on begin to swell again.

Arthur tried to keep a normal pace as the distant Penny’s sign inched closer painfully slow. He tried to keep his sweat at bay as he passed by the stores. He knew his pits were already soaked and just hoped he didn’t start to smell bad.

When he finally entered Penny’s his heart dropped as Morgan was nowhere in sight.

Then he saw her, at the perfume counter. So pretty, so young. For a moment he tried to picture her naked. Oh God yes.

He stood off to the side until she looked over. He held up the bag and she smiled. He pointed towards the back of the store and started walking. He turned back. Oh God, she was following.

Morgan followed him around for a few until he found a section empty of customers. She felt scared and excited at the same moment. He stopped at the entrance to the dressing rooms. He turned to her.

“Go in that room. When you’re ready open the door slightly. I’ll come back and set this down inside. Just thirty seconds and I’m gone. Okay?”

Morgan nodded and headed into the tiny mirrored cubicle. She shut the door and looked in the mirror. It seemed as if it were a different person looking back at her. She was barley aware of her actions, like she was on auto pilot. She put her hands to the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head. She then unclasped her bra and hung it over the hook. She stared at the door handle.