Z : Facing the World (and Getting Paid)
Copyright© 2017 by Mike Kaye
Chapter 3: Jock Trouble
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Jock Trouble - Z did not plan on becoming a prostitute. At 13, she becomes responsible for her younger sister. At 16 a VERY lucky boyfriend enters the picture. Sister issues arise. At 18, Z gets an offer she didn't refuse. She advertises and soon multiple clients come her way. Most are good people. A few are rich. Several clients are married couples.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Wife Watching Sharing Sister Orgy Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Voyeurism
Two of our school’s bad-boy jocks decided to visit one Friday night unannounced. The not so bright jocks bragged about their plan in the locker room. The coach did not hear them but he took action when two team members told him. (I’m piecing this together from bit and pieces I learned later so it’s not absolutely 100% sure to be exactly what went on outside of my hearing.) Coach thanked them and told them to totally ignore what they heard. “I will set things in motion that will prevent them from harming those girls.” Coach told the VP and she contacted the police and Mrs. Roberts.
I got the feeling that coach and the school VP wanted them to hang themselves. We were to be bait. They could not possibly use an entrapment defense. Mrs. Roberts told us that we did not have to do this. But with two cops hiding in our backyard and an audio link from our house we were sure we could be safe. Then assuming all would work as planned they would be out of our lives for good. That was the part that convinced us to bait these bastards into biting down hard on the hook the Island Police Force set in front of them.
The cops tested their audio link. They could hear us when we talked softly. Cell phones are really good for that. The cops heard them enter. We thanked the jocks for coming over and offered to share some ice cream. They started to pull my clothes off. “Wait”, I said, “I don’t want this to get ripped. Please don’t hurt my clothes or my sister.”
Matt said, “Take your damn clothes off because my dick don’t like skank panties.” (I guess he had no idea I almost never wore panties.)
Bill, looking at Fran added, “You too, little pussy. Strip!”
I screamed, “Don’t lay your filthy dicks on my sister.”
The door slammed open and the cops hollered, “MATT AND BILL BACK AWAY FROM THOSE LADIES. NOW.” I had to stifle a laugh because Bill had just peed in his pants.
Matt tried to get out of trouble saying, “It’s just their word against ours.”
“I’m ‘fraid not Matt.”, said one of the cops. “We had a recording running. It’s your word against a recording of your words. Attempted rape will get both of you out of scholastic sports until well past high school. Our court system is jammed up. You will spend at least two weeks in jail - sometimes more - just waiting for a judge. You will be lucky to get 16 hours of community service every weekend. [Two seconds of silence] For two years. And just to help you worry, that’s two weeks plus just for a bail hearing. Your parents will be notified. They will hear the tape and then decide if they want to visit your sorry asses in jail.”
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