Part 1

Cyn held the jerking cock in her mouth, swallowing sticky cum until the spurts subsided then, letting the softening dick slide from her lips, she sat up and looked around the theater. The teenage boy pushed his cock back into his pants then, sliding past the young girl, returned to his seat. As soon as he was seated, another boy in the group stood up and made his way back to the last row where Cyn waited for him.

"You got the money?" Cyn whispered, after he'd settled into the chair beside her. The young man dug into his jeans pocket and produced a soggy, wrinkled five-dollar bill. After taking the money and pushing it into her shorts pocket, Cyn unzipped the boy's pants and lowered her head into his lap. While she moved her mouth up and down on the teenaged shaft, Cyn thought about the wad of five-dollar bills in her pocket, and the things she could buy with them. This has got to be the easiest way I've ever found to make money, Cyn thought as another teenaged boy pumped his cum onto her tongue. As the last of the six boys who had come to the theater with her, walked back to join his friends, Cyn stood up and straightened her clothes in preparation for leaving the darkened room.

"Come with me miss." Cyn jumped when she heard the man's voice. As he took her arm to guide her into the lobby, Cyn noticed the boys leaving through the emergency exit, abandoning her to her fate. The man walked Cyn past the candy counter and into the theater's office/storage room.

"How old are you?" The man asked as he pushed her down into a chair.

"Fourteen," Cyn answered, adding two years to her age.

"What's your name?" He asked as he leaned against the front edge of the desk.

"Cyn, Cynthia," Cyn replied avoiding his eyes.

"Empty your pockets onto the desk." The man ordered. Cyn made no move to obey him. "I can always just call the police and tell them I have an underage whore working in my theater." He said reaching for the phone. Cyn wanted to object to being called a 'whore'. After all, she wasn't really having sex with the boys, she was just sucking their cocks. Deciding to keep her mouth shut, Cyn stood up and dug the wad of cash from her pocket. The man separated the bills with a single finger as he counted them "Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty," he recited out loud, "so you charged each of them five dollars. Not only are you an underage whore," he said as he selected the three cleanest bills, "you're also a cheap whore." The man picked up the three bills he selected and smoothed the wrinkles out of them. "If you want to suck cock in my theater," he continued as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket, "you will give me half of whatever you make."

"Half?" Cyn asked, on the verge of tears.

"And," the man continued, unzipping his pants and pulling his hardening cock into view, "you'll have to suck my cock." Cyn thought it was terribly unfair, after all she was the one doing all the work. Acutely aware of the man's threat to call the police, Cyn leaned forward and, opening her mouth, sucked on the man's dick.

"Not so quick," he said pushing her face away from his cock with a hand on her forehead, "I like whores to be naked when they suck me off." Cyn sat back in the chair, her face turning red. She had never been naked with another person, boy or girl. She didn't even let the boys touch her, not even on top of her clothes, while she sucked them. "Come on," the man said more sternly, "strip off those clothes." It wasn't so much the police Cyn was afraid of, but of what her mother would do if she found out. Cyn could feel her face burning as she stood up and pulled her T-shirt over her head. Cyn's fingers trembled as she reached back behind her and unhooked the almost cup-less bra she was wearing. She watched the man's cock continuing to grow as she pushed her shorts and panties down her skinny legs and stepped out of them. When she stood back up the man placed one of his hand's over each of her small breasts. Despite her embarrassment and fear his hands felt warm against her skin, and Cyn could feel her nipples hardening against the man's palms. She could feel herself growing warm and damp between her legs as the man moved his hands and gently squeezed her crinkled nipples between his thumbs and fingers. His cock was now fully hard, and bumped against her firm, smooth belly as he stood close to her.

"Get down on your knees," the man said, moving his hands up to Cyn's shoulders and gently pushing down. Cyn sank to her knees and grasped the base of the large hard cock in front of her with her right hand. Opening her mouth wide, Cyn moved her head toward a cock that was substantially larger than the ones on the teenage boys she had come to the theater with.

"You do as I tell you," the man said as Cyn's lips stretched and her mouth engulfed the top half of his hard dick, "and you'll make twice, maybe three times what you make now. Even after paying half of it to me." The man moved his hands to each side of Cyn's head and slowly pushed himself deeper into her hot mouth. With teenage boys Cyn had always felt in control, now she was experiencing the feeling of being totally controlled. Cyn felt her throat spasm as the head of the cock caused her to gag, and pushed against the man's thighs as he eased off just enough to stop the choking.

"You're going to have to learn to take a full grown cock," he said as he held the sides of Cyn's head and pushed back into her mouth, "you're going to be doing men from now on instead of boys." Cyn desperately held onto the man's thighs as he kept a firm grasp on the sides of her head and worked his cock back and forth across her gag point, pulling back just enough to keep Cyn from bringing up her popcorn every time her stomach muscles tightened. Exhausted and with her whole body trembling Cyn finally learned to relax her throat and the man slipped his cock completely inside her.

"That's my little whore," the man said with a deep sigh as he pulled out of Cyn then pushed completely back inside her. Cyn continued to hold onto the man's thighs as she learned the difference between mouth fucking and cock sucking. A thin line of drool was flowing from each side of Cyn's mouth. By the time the man, holding her face snug against his kinky pubic hair, pumped his sperm into her, a string of saliva hung from one side of Cyn's chin down onto her small, cone shaped breasts. Cyn could feel the channel along the bottom of his hard cock pulse against her tongue as the cum moved through it and into her throat. Cyn was squealing in panic and desperately pushing against his thighs by the time the man finally released her head and allowed Cyn to fall back onto her fanny gasping for air.

"Tomorrow," the man said with a tone of dismissal as he stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped his fly, "you come here right after school." Cyn climbed unsteadily to her feet then, after looking around and locating her shorts, bent over to pick them up. She heard a high-pitched electronic whine then, just as she stood back up, saw the strobe flash of the man's Polaroid camera.

"Gotta have a picture to show the potential customers." He explained as the camera whirred and ejected the undeveloped picture. Cyn could not understand why, but she felt more deeply humiliated thinking about this man showing the picture of her naked body to other men than she ever had sucking on a boy's dick.

"Now get dressed and get out of here," he finished as he walked around the desk while he uselessly fanned the Polaroid in the air. The man sat at his desk, ignoring Cyn, while she dressed then left the room. The two older girls stopped whispering and smirked at her as she walked through the lobby to the exit. After her experience with the theater manager Cyn didn't really feel like shopping, so she went home. Her mom was at work leaving Cyn the privacy to cry as she fixed herself some dinner without having to explain her tears. In spite of the tears, and the feelings of humiliation, it was the feel of the man's cock moving back and forth across her lips that Cyn thought about while she rubbed her crotch to a toe curling orgasm just before she fell asleep that night.

The next day at school Cyn found it impossible to think about anything other than what it had felt like to have the theater manager hold hand fulls of her hair while he pushed his huge hard cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Three times during the day Cyn locked herself into a stall in the girls room and rubbed her cunt to relieve the tensions created by her uncontrollable thoughts.

"Where do you think you're going?" Cyn stopped and turned to face the woman in the ticket booth.

"In the theater," Cyn answered hesitantly.

"Not without a ticket."

"But..."

"But, nothing," the woman said looking at Cyn in a manner that made Cyn blush bright red, "in fact you have to buy two tickets."

"Two? Why would I have to buy two tickets?" Cyn put her hands on her hips and tried to look tough.

"One for you," the woman said with a superior sneer, "and one for your, ah, friends." Cyn's defiance melted into total humiliation. She dug money out of her pocket and handed the bills through the hole in the window.

"That will be two adult tickets," the woman continued as she put the money into her own pocket without giving Cyn any tickets, "if you're old enough to suck cock, you're old enough to pay adult rates." Cyn felt like crawling, wishing she could hide behind the posters hanging in the glass display cases, as she walked to the door. She had assumed that what she was doing would have been a secret between the Manager and herself.

"Wait here," the high school aged girl behind the candy counter ordered as soon as Cyn had stepped into the lobby. The girl picked up a huge, old, black telephone handset and held it to her ear.

"The whore's here," she said into it after a momentary pause. Cyn wanted to run just as far away from this place as she could. She felt hot tears rolling down her warm red cheeks as the candy girl hung up the phone. "You can go on in now," the girl paused as Cyn took a step toward the theater's office/store room, "cocksucker." She finished as Cyn walked across the old warn maroon carpet. Cyn was on the verge of sobbing as she opened the door. She froze half way through the door when she realized that there were two other men in the room besides the Manager.

"Come in and shut the door," the Manager said brusquely, "these two men," he continued, not waiting for her to obey his order, "are vice officers." Cyn stared at the two men, her heart racing as the door clicked shut behind her. "They are the ones who will arrest you," the Manager paused while all three of the men enjoyed her look of total betrayal and panic, "if you don't do exactly as you are told." Cyn looked at the faces of the three men in the room with her. None of them appeared to be someone she would choose to be with in any way, but she just knew that being arrested would be the most pleasant of the things that would happen to her if she did not do what they told her to do.

"Now take off your clothes," the Manager ordered. All three men watched as Cyn unbuttoned her blouse with fingers that were trembling so violently they threatened to rip the buttons from the material. Tears continued to stream down her face. "You're going to have to pay these two gentlemen one quarter of everything you make," the Manager informed Cyn. As she pulled her blouse off and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, Cyn wondered if there was any end to the people who were going to demand a share of her money.

"You will also have to suck their cocks whenever they want," the Manager added as Cyn pushed her skirt down her skinny legs and stepped out of it. When Cyn pushed her panties down her legs one of the vice officers leaned back in his chair and, after unzipping his fly, pulled a half-hard, meaty looking cock into view.

"Like right now," he growled with a nod of his head toward his exposed dick. Cyn swallowed a couple of times like she was trying to keep from throwing up then got down on her knees and, with obvious dislike, took the officer's cock into her mouth.

"There's also a beat cop," the manager said as the vice cop's dick grew thick and hard in Cyn's young mouth, "but you get off lucky with him, he only wants blow jobs." As she moved her mouth up and down on the shaft of the officer's dick, the other policeman leaned forward and ran his sweaty hands over Cyn's body, making her skin crawl wherever he touched. Cyn had already come to the conclusion that there were only two types of men; the ones who sat back and let the female do the work, and the kind who grabs the girl by her hair and pumps her mouth up and down on his cock while he fucks her face like it was a cunt. Cyn was sure that both of these disgusting men would be in the second category, so it didn't surprise her when the officer whose cock was in her mouth grabbed double handfuls of hair and fucked her mouth with enthusiasm. While the thick hard cock pumped in and out of her face, Cyn felt fingers roughly probing into her virgin cunt and ass. They made her wince several times, but her mouth was too full of cock to tell them, not that they would care. By the time his cum filled her mouth, Cyn's lips were numb from being pounded into the police officers pubic hair.

"Come over here, bitch," the second officer said as soon as the first one's spent dick slipped from her lips. His cock wasn't as big around as the first, but it was longer, and Cyn gagged a couple of times before she remembered how to let the invading flesh slip into her throat. This, Cyn thought sadly, is not what I thought it was going to be. Yesterday she had been flying high, thinking about all the things she could buy with her new-found source of income, and all she had done since then was give her money away to men and suck their cocks for free.

Out of the corner of her eye Cyn saw the flash, then heard the whirring sound as a Polaroid camera ejected an undeveloped picture. Another flash, and another whir, Cyn felt fresh tears roll down her cheeks as she realized that the manager was taking pictures of her, naked and down on her knees as a man in a suite fucked his hard dick in and out of her mouth. Unlike every other male whose cock Cyn had sucked on, this one pulled her head out of his lap and, much to her surprise shot his cum onto her nose and cheeks. Without letting go of her hair, he then turned her head to face the Manager's camera.

"That's it," the Manager said as the strobe temporary blinded Cyn, "that's a good shot. Hold her still while I get a couple more." The flashes continued while he concentrated on getting close up pictures of Cyn's face with the officer's cum dripping from it.

"That's enough for now," the man from the Vice Department said as he stood up and, leaving Cyn laying on the floor, pushed his cock back inside his trousers and zipped up, "we can get some better shots later."

"You behave yourself," the other officer, the first one she had sucked off, said as he leaned over and, grabbing Cyn's hair, forced her to look up at him, "or we will arrest your skinny little cocksucking ass and throw you in jail for being a dumb little whore."

"And now we have pictures to prove it," the second man said with a laugh that sent fright chills down Cyn's naked back. "As always," the first man said to the Manager as they shook hands, ignoring Cyn lying on the cement floor, "it's a pleasure doing business with you."

"Yeah," the second man chimed in nudging Cyn with the toe of his shoe, "a real pleasure, I hope our business partnership lasts a good long time. I'm really looking forward to having a steady supply of snatch again." All three of the men laughed as the two officers left the room.

"Up off the floor," the Manager said as he walked around his desk, then sat in his desk chair. "Put these on," he ordered, throwing a couple of pieces of clothing in Cyn's general direction. Cyn leaned over and picked up what initially appeared to be not much more than a couple of scraps of material. As she sorted them out she realized that the Manager wanted her to wear a cut-off T-shirt and a short, pleated plaid skirt. Cyn pulled what was obviously intended to be her 'work' clothes over her head and up her legs. The shirt just barely covered her nipples, and the skirt didn't even completely cover her butt. After looking down at her not-quite-flat chest, and twisting around to see her less than half covered ass Cyn was just opening her mouth to protest when the manager spoke again.

"I knew you wouldn't be dressed properly," he said, "so I picked something up for you." He looked up from the Polaroids spread out on his desk, "I'll deduct their cost from your share of tonight's ticket sales." Standing up, the Manager picked up a roll of tickets and walked around the desk. "I've been selling tickets," he explained, "to the men who want to shoot their cum in your cute young mouth." As he talked the Manager slipped his fingers under the bottom edge of the cut-off T-shirt and gently pinched Cyn's nipples. "That way you don't have to worry about collecting money from your admirers." Cyn blushed, the way the Manager looked at her was somehow different than the other men. It was both scarier, and more exciting. Cyn could tell that the other men had just wanted to fuck her, but from the Manager Cyn got the feeling that he wanted to do things to her that she couldn't even imagine, exciting and definitely unpleasant, things. "You will suck the cock of any man who gives you one of these tickets," he explained, holding the roll of tickets in his left hand. Cyn felt shivers run down her back as his right hand moved down over her flat belly and, lifting the edge of the skirt, pushed between her legs. Without thinking about it, Cyn moved her feet apart, making room for his fingers to explore her young virgin pussy. "After you suck all the dicks I send in to you," the Manager put the roll of tickets down on the desk and stepped closer to the young girl, towering over her ominously, "you will come back to my office where you will take care of whatever sexual needs I have and collect your share of the money."