Chapter 1

As I was walking from my job at the employment agency to a restaurant on my lunch break, I saw a piece of paper on the sidewalk. I wasn’t much of an environmentalist, but I picked it up. I planned to toss it in the trash can half a block away as I walked past. I saw it was a lottery ticket from 3 days ago. I figured nobody would throw away a winner, but I may as well check. I went in the gas station where I usually bought a ticket a week. I thought maybe I’d win a few hundred, if I was very lucky. The cashier said, “Hi Dave, it’s been awhile since I saw you. Sure, I’ll check your ticket.”

A hundred and ninety-four million bucks richer the next week; I bought a mansion, a boat, an island, and half a dozen vehicles.

I never had much luck with the ladies, since I’m very shy. I worry that my date will get upset and leave if I hold her hand, give her a hug, or God forbid, kiss her. I’m also what some people would call a weirdo or a creep, or what psychiatrists call a hebephile. I like adult women, but teenage girls attract me much more than they should. I’m not a pedo, or anything. I’d never even think of dating a girl under 14, but I do have my close-to-illegal urges from time to time. In a lot of places, including my home state, 14 is old enough to get married.

Since I wanted some who were under 18, I figured I should marry and divorce them for legal reasons. Even after a divorce, I would be their guardian and could have sex with them. Since I bought a 23-bedroom mansion, I figured I should find somebody to help me fill it. A few ladies that came into the employment agency in the last month had caught my interest.

There was Shannon, a cute little blonde fourteen-year-old, who tried to get a job so she could pay for an abortion before her family discovered she was pregnant. She had cried as I explained that anybody under eighteen needed a work permit signed by a parent, and any real job was only open to those at least age sixteen. I felt really bad for her. She looked very innocent and vulnerable.

As Shannon left I saw her light a cigarette. The sharp dichotomy struck a chord. A sweet, pure-looking little doll like that pregnant and smoking, surprised me as much as a bear riding a motorcycle. It just didn’t seem real.

Alice was an almost eighteen-year-old brunette who had a pretty face and nice body, but very few brains. She was nearly six feet tall, but still wore pumps with five-inch heels, making her tower over nearly everyone. I’m tall, but in her heels she’s an inch or so above me. She wore a lot of makeup, but it worked. She had sexy plump lips. I thought it was likely the light purple of her lipstick would match the color of her nether parts. Her long, dark lashes were obviously fake, but very pretty. They brought out the brown of her eyes well.

She was one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen in person, better than most movie stars. When she sat down, I could see down her blouse all the way to her navel. The black skirt she wore was so short it would have been more appropriate as a belt. I could see her lacy pink panties from both the front and back. She applied for jobs at more than ten companies, but never even got an interview. Apparently banks and doctor’s offices don’t want ladies at their front desks looking like Amazonian hookers. She looked very slutty and I didn’t think I would keep her long, but she might be great fun for a week or two.

Krista was a very chesty, thirty-something redheaded single mom. She had two pretty daughters who were 14 and 16. Both her girls were well-advanced in the boob department too. Even the 14-year-old probably had “B” cups already!

I bought the building containing the employment office and a few other businesses. Luckily the office next to the agency was empty. I had it repainted and moved in some basic office furniture.

With the help of a lawyer, I wrote up a special non-disclosure agreement. For me paying them $100 cash, they agreed to never reveal anything I discussed with them in a fifteen-minute meeting. There would be a huge financial penalty if they did. We would have no physical contact and sit at opposite sides of a table, just talking.

I sent email invitations asking Shannon, Alice, and Krista to schedule meetings with me for job interviews in three weeks. I knew all of them wanted or needed jobs and money much sooner, and I wanted to gauge their urgency by how they responded.

Shannon texted me in under 30 seconds; “Can I see you today instead? I need a job really bad! I’ll do ANYTHING! Please?”

I smiled and licked my lips as I thought, ‘Anything in all caps sounds promising.’

Alice emailed 10 minutes later, using “Reply All”. All three of the ladies and I got her message, “Can U C mee tonide or tonnnoro plzz?”

A little over an hour later, Krista sent me a very professional-looking email with custom fonts and several fancy features. She included a resume and college transcript. She had mostly worked in restaurants as a waitress or cook, but had recently finished a degree in marketing. She apologized for the inconvenience, but she could only work during school hours. Additionally, she would need a few days a month off due to her younger daughter’s special medical needs. She politely requested to see me earlier than the three weeks, if possible.

I scheduled Krista an appointment for noon the next day.

I replied to Shannon’s text as soon as I got it. “I’m in the office until 5. Can you stop by in the next hour?” Ten seconds later, there was a knock at my door. It was Shannon, stepping on her cigarette as she knocked. She blew out a white cloud as I opened the door.

“Please come in. Have a seat. I’ll pay you a hundred just to have a private conversation with me. Take a look at the form on the desk and sign please.”

She quickly read it over. While she did, I answered the email from Alice, making sure to send it to only her; “Alice, can you meet me at my office at 7:30 tonight?”

I got Alice’s reply as Shannon was signing, “Yez! Tankz!” and a few hundred hearts and smiley faces.

Shannon got right to the point. “Sorry, but I don’t have much time. I need to be home in half an hour. I only have two weeks for the abortion, or it’ll be too late. If I get a regular job, there’s no way I would get paid in time. I think I know what you want, and I need another five hundred bucks right away. Since I’m pregnant already, I’ll let you fuck me twice for the money. All this is just between us, ok? Don’t tell anybody.” She was offering sex for money but looked like she should be playing with dolls instead.

“I just have a couple of questions. If somebody nice gave you money and a good place to live, would you want to keep the baby?

She thought a moment and shook her head, “My old boyfriend left me for another girl as soon as I told him I was knocked up. Nobody will help me. I’m not old enough to be mom!”

“If they let you, would you be willing to move away from your parents?”

“My step-mom’s a bitch, and dad’s a thief and a drunk. He stole my laptop and tv when he ran off three months ago. I hate them! If I had someplace to go, I’d never want to see them again! Until I’m older, I’m stuck with my step-monster. I’m too young, so I can’t get a job or my own place.”

“If somebody wanted to take you for a romantic trip to an island...”

“Sorry, I don’t have time for weird questions about stuff that won’t happen. I have to leave in fifteen minutes. If you want a quickie, pass me the money and get your pants off.”

I did own a boat and an island, but I tried to be quick. “Is your step-mom waiting for you, or do you have to watch little brothers or sisters?”

“No other kids. She’s at work. I need to call her from home when I get there, or she gets really pissed. If she sees another number on caller id, she’ll know. Last time she threatened to kick me out. Decision time, do you want to fuck me, or not?”

“Since you’ll be there alone, I’ll give you another hundred if we can talk at your house awhile? I can give you a ride and save you a few minutes.”

“Ok, ok. Let’s get going.”

We had 10 minutes left, so I pulled into a convenience store a block from their apartment. “I’m just gonna grab a soda quick. Do you need anything?”

“A pack of menthol lights, the 120’s? I’m nearly out. Please?”

Shannon asking me to buy cigarettes for her was like asking a hungry tiger to eat a steak. I’d pay ten bucks a cigarette to watch the cute little doll smoke, all day long.

I grabbed two bottles of cola and two lighters. Instead of just a pack, I got her a carton of cigarettes. As an afterthought, I grabbed a pack of condoms just in case. When we got to their little apartment, I sat on the couch with her and put the cigarettes and lighters on the table.

Shannon took a pack of cigarettes out of the carton and unwrapped it as she called her ‘step-monster’. “I’m home on time, so you don’t have to bitch at me today. No! I’m not smoking anymore!” She pulled a cigarette out of the pack. “I quit last month, like you told me! I know! I’ll have food ready when you get home at seven, like every day! I’m not retarded, I do this every frickin day! You don’t have to tell me again! No, I don’t have any boys or friends here. I know! I know! Bye!” She hung up the phone with a SLAM.

She shook her fist at a picture of her father and stepmother in anger. “Every day she tells me to do my homework! Every day she tells me to brush my teeth and get a shower! Every day she tells me to clean up the house! She pisses me off so much! I’m not four anymore! She’s such a bitch!”

Shannon lit the cigarette and took a big puff. The dramatic contrast struck me again. Other than her smoking, she looked like an angelic, pure, early teen. Her beauty and “B” cup boobs were the only thing that would make her stand out in a crowd of middle school girls. She was barely four and a half feet tall, and maybe eighty pounds. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight coming through the window. Swirls of smoke rose from her cigarette, making spirals in the sun to match the spirals of her fine, curly blonde hair.

I watched her puff on the cig and relax a little. “I never had a whole carton before! Usually I grab two or three cigs a day from step-monster’s purse. Thank you.”

Involuntarily, I said; “I can’t believe how pretty you are, how beautiful. You’re lovely.” I slowly twirled a few strands of her golden locks with my finger, as she blushed and smiled.

I stared at her and enjoyed watching her suck on the cig as she leisurely took puff after puff, until it was finished. She playfully blew the last of her smoke in my face and smiled, then gave me a peck on the lips.

“If you think I’m that pretty, you must want to fuck me?”

“Every day, over and over. But I want you to get to know me and love me first.”

She looked me over a moment. “You look kinda good for an old guy, and you don’t seem like an ass so far. For the four hundred I still need, you can screw me four times.”

“So you know, I’m only 31. Thanks.” We chuckled a little. “How about this? I’ll pay for the abortion in a few days, if you date me twice a week for a month. Just two or three hours for a nice meal, maybe a movie or some dancing, and some talking. You don’t have to kiss me, or screw me, or anything unless you want to. If you decide you like me enough, you can live with me. I have a much nicer place, and I’ll get you a car when you get your license.”

She looked uncertain but was considering it.

“I’ll tell you right now, so it’s not a surprise. I do plan to have more than one girlfriend, probably at least three. For legal reasons, I would marry and divorce all of you, so I wouldn’t get in trouble for making love to you.”

Her facial expression turned more negative, and it looked like she was starting to get upset.

“You’d have no reason to be jealous. Other girls wouldn’t take anything away from you, you wouldn’t lose me. I’d keep you with me as long as you want, love you, and treat you kindly. I’d let you stay in my nice house, provide anything you need, and most of the things you want. If you had a baby with me, I would provide for it until it grew up, even if you leave me. My main goal in life would be to make sure none of my ladies felt left out, and they all got plenty of love and good sex. The only thing I would expect from you is at least one night of loving a week.”

She chewed on a corner of her fingernail, thinking. “You really have a good enough job to pay for everything, for you and 2 or 3 girlfriends? And a place bigger than this? At least 4 bedrooms, and more than one bathroom?”

I didn’t want to buy her affection, so I just nodded and continued; “Before you decide to be with me, I would introduce you to any of my other girlfriends, and let you get to know them. If I wanted to add a girlfriend, I would talk to you and any of my other girlfriends first, and let you meet her before I decided. I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you, and I would try to avoid anything that would make you feel bad.”