Helping the Teens at the Thrift Store
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Chapter 19: Rich Girl Slumming at the Thrift Store
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 19: Rich Girl Slumming at the Thrift Store - Lou is retired, so he takes a job at the local thrift store, where a lot of the young teens from the working class neighborhood come for clothes. Lou finds he can help the girls choose clothes at the same time he satisfies his sexual needs by fucking the slutty teens who shop at the store.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace FemaleDom Rough Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Public Sex Small Breasts Prostitution
Alexis or Lexi, as everyone called her, lived on the north side of Springfield, in the new subdivision called Stone Oak, with her mother in a big house with a gated drive. Her daddy was a doctor, and he had left Lexi and her mom when she was just six, so he could run off with a younger woman. But Lexi and her mom were well provided for, and when Lexi turned sixteen, her daddy bought her a new BMW 3 series, which she drove to her private school. Lexi was now a senior, and she had lost her virginity at the school prom when her date had seduced her at the after-party held at the hotel near her school. But her first time was not great, as the boy had rushed into fucking her, failed to properly get her excited and lubricated, and came well before Lexi was near her orgasm. She knew from talking to her friends that sex could be much better, and she was determined to enjoy the sort of hot and dirty sex that she had heard about.
The sort of preppy boys who went to the boys’ school nearby, and often had dances with her private school, were not the sort of boys who turned on Lexi, unfortunately. Basically, they were BOR- ring!
Instead, Lexi was fascinated by the sort of bad boys that she saw around the area of town near the strip clubs and trailer parks- the bad boys, with the long, wild hair, the leather jackets, too-tight jeans, the scruffy beards, and the tattooed arms and shoulders. And oddly, Lexi found she was also turned on by older guys, especially the sort of rough, old biker types, who looked dirty and rough.
So Lexi decided that spring after she graduated, before she went off to the Ivy League college her mom had picked out for her, that she would find some experienced guy, and seduce him and fuck her- down and dirty. She wanted the sort of screaming orgasm she kept hearing about from her friends. She didn’t know any guys like the ones who turned her on, so she decided she would take a trip to the run-down old thrift store, where the sort of scruffy old guys and ex-military guys who lived in the trailer park might be shopping. Lexi had been to the thrift store once with her mother, when they were shopping for a costume for a play, and once or twice to drop off used clothing and furniture. She remembered seeing rough, scruffy older guys, as well as slutty-looking teenage girls, who probably lived in the trashy trailer park that was up the road from the thrift store. It was the perfect place to find the kind of rough guy that turned her on, or at least talk to some trashy teens who might know where to hook up for some random sex with the kind of guy she was fantasizing about.
Lexi, of course, didn’t own the sort of slutty outfits that a girl from the trailer park would wear, and the sort of outfit that would attract an old perv. The best she could do was a pair of wide-legged designer jeans, in a stone-washed denim that hugged her hips and showed off her flat tummy above the low-slung waistband. She paired the jeans with a form-fitting, midriff-baring soft sweater in a light blue that matched her eyes. She wore it over a lacy Victoria’s Secret bra, which cradled her firm b-cup tits. Her tits stood out nicely and prominently in the soft sweater over her tiny, sexy waist. She decided not to style her hair, but instead simply wore it washed and towel-dried, her light brunette hair falling in gently curled waves over her shoulders. Even dressed as she was, Lexi still looked like the rich girl she was, and stood out from the moment she pulled into the potholed parking lot in her new BMW. When she strolled into the store, with her clear skin and fresh scrubbed appearance, several of the local teens from the trailer park noticed her immediately, and snickered a little among themselves.
Kitty and her friend Sara, had been looking through the racks of tops and blouses when the rich girl came down their aisle, and smiled at them. Kitty and Sara were just the sort of slutty-looking teens that Lexi remembered from her last visit. They wore worn, out-of-style clothes, that fit a little too tightly over their nubile young bodies, lewdly displaying their perky tits, their flat tummies and dangly belly-button jewelry. Both wore well-worn and very short cut-off jeans, which showed off their firm little bubble butts. And both sported the sort of short-clipped, slightly dirty and stringy hair, that looked like they hadn’t washed it in a few days, Kitty’s was a little lighter than Sara’s dirty blond hair.
“Hi girls,” Lexi said cheerfully. She quickly added, in what she hoped was a hip, ghetto style: “Whas’ up?”
The girls smiled back, and looked over the obviously rich girl, smelling the soft scent of an expensive perfume that wafted from Lexi.
“What you lookin’ for in here, girl?” asked Kitty with a bit of a sneer. “I know you ain’t gotta buy no second-hand clothes. Maybe you lookin’ for a girlfriend to play with, huh?” She tossed her hip out playfully, giving Lexi a little sexy wink.
“Oh, no,” Lexi said quickly. “Nothin’ like that. No. I was just tryin’ to meet some boys ... and maybe, ya know, I’m lookin’ for some “bad boys,” ya know?”
“Bad boys?” sneered Sara. “Shit, girl, ain’t nothin’ but bad boys around here. Fuck. You won’t have no trouble findin’ no bad boys.”
Kitty noticed the girl was nervous, and had an idea.
“I tell you what, sweetmeat,” Kitty said. “You give me $50 and you can hang out with Sara and me, and we’ll hook you up with some nasty fuckin’ boys. Know what I mean?”
“Yeah, okay, that sounds cool,” Lexi said quickly, a big smile on her face. She reached in her purse and pulled out a wad of bills, and slid a fifty to Kitty.
“My name is Lexi,” she said, as she slid the bill into Kitty’s somewhat dirty hand.
“Cool,” Said Kitty, sliding the bill into her tight hip pocket, pushing the little cutoffs dangerously low on her bony hip. “I’m Kitty, and this here is Sara. We know all the dudes around here. You lookin’ for some wham-bam, ain’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Lexi replied. “Just some no strings action, you know, from some dude knows what the fuck he’s doin’.”
“Hahaha,” Sara and Kitty laughed out loud, looking at each other, after hearing Lexi describe what she was looking for.
“No strings ... haha. That’s all these fuckers know, babydoll,” said Kitty.
“No shit,” laughed Sara.
Kitty whispered something to Sara, then turned back to the rich girl.
“I got an idea, Lex,” said Kitty. “Just hang with Sara here for a minute, and I’ll introduce you to our friend Lou. He can maybe fix you up with somethin’ to wear that will help you meet the right guy ... and maybe even give you some advice. He’s a little older, but he’s chill, ya know?”
Kitty walked off toward the security office. Sara stood with Lexi, sniffing the soft scent of the rich girl, and looking her over.
“Hey,” Sara said after a moment. “Think you could lend me $20 so I can buy this cute little top?” Sara held up a worn brushed tan leather bikini top with tiny cups and a fringe of leather strips along the lower edge. It had thin leather strips at the top of each cup to tie around the neck, and two shorter leather strips along the bottom edge, to tie behind the back. Lexi could tell that on Sara’s perky b-cup tits, it would reveal a lot of tit, and would look nasty and slutty. The used leather even looked a little sweat-stained around the edges.
“Yeah, sure, Sara, I can help you with that,” Lexi said. Lying a little, she added: “I bet it’ll look real cute on you, too.” Real slutty, is what she was thinking.
“I’m a go try it on real quick. Be right back,” Sara said, smiling, and skipping away toward the dressing room with the leather top.
Meanwhile, Kitty had found Lou, and was talking to him about the new girl she had just met.
“This girl is kinda cute, Lou,” Kitty began. “But she’s kind of naïve and innocent, ya know. I think maybe she’s from the north end of town, and maybe she ain’t got a lot of experience and shit, ya know. But I think if you play it kinda cool, and maybe help her find some sexy clothes and shit, you might be able to hit it, ya know?”
“Hmmm,” said Lou, intrigued by the story from this hot little slut. Kitty still wore the little cotton schoolgirl top tied under her firm tits, showing her entire abs and tummy above her tiny cutoffs.
“Gimme fifty bucks, Lou, and I’ll introduce you to her, and let her know that you’re cool, kay?” Kitty said, holding her hand out, and giving her hip a sexy little lean to the side.
Lou couldn’t resist the sexy little tart. He figured even if the new girl didn’t work out, he could tap Kitty again, and he’d just consider the fifty a tip.
He handed Kitty a fifty, and said, “I’m in.”
“Goody,” said Kitty, “follow me.”
Lou gave his graying hair a hand comb, and followed Kitty’s cute little bouncing ass cheeks through the store to the girls’ tops area, and smiled as soon as he saw the cute teenager wearing the high-end jeans and expensive sweater standing alone in the aisle.
“The fuck is Sara?” Kitty asked looking around as she approached Lexi.
“She went to try on a top,” said Lexi, looking over the rough old guy following Kitty down the aisle. He was at least fifty, and wore old camo pants, and a dirty t-shirt. His big arms were tattood and bulging with muscle. Lexi felt her pussy begin to tingle, and get a little warm.
Just then, Sara pranced up the aisle toward Lexi, Lou and Kitty.
“Ain’t this little top cute?” she chirped, as she bounced to a stop, her firm tits jiggling in the too-small leather triangles of the bikini, and spilling out both sides of each leather patch. If she was a little older, and in 4-inch heels, she would have looked like a stripper starting her dance routine. She looked like more like a teenager trying to pass for a hooker.