Chapter 13

As much as I didn't want to, I knew that I'd have to buy Annabel some clothes. What she had just wasn't sexy enough to promote my new business. Driving to the mall near the apartment I went shopping. I knew what I had in mind, something short, tight, see-through and slutty but it wasn't as easy to find in her size as I thought. After over an hour of shopping, I chose a short yellow body dress like the whores wears on rap videos, a black, thigh-high skirt with tassels along the hem, a thin silk shirt, a pair of nylon shorts about two sizes too small complete with a translucent white tube top. It set me back almost $200 but she should look smoking hot in these. Heading out I stumbled across a Victoria's Secret store and the front window display mannequin caught my eye.

In the beginning I decided that she wouldn't wear underwear, this outfit was kickass and just seeing it on the display gave me a hard-on. I had to have it. The blood-red lace, two-piece crotchless outfit reveled much more than it covered and I couldn't wait for her to try it on. Even though I didn't have much experience in sexy lingerie, I knew what I liked and I definitely liked this. One hundred and forty dollars later I was heading out the door after the sales girl convinced me to buy a pair of red, four inch stilettos.

Sitting in my car I began to get buyer's remorse. My funds were running low and I was down to only about a quarter of what I needed for my tuition. These clothes and paying off Eric took half of my money and I was starting to panic. Gritting my teeth I adjusted the rear-view mirror to see my reflection.

"It had to be done," I told the face staring back at me from the rearview mirror trying to reassure myself. "If I didn't pay off Eric there'd be no way he'd let me move back in. Besides I needed to flash him a lot of cash to convince him to jump on the band-wagon. I didn't really have a plan for Johnny and Tony, but I'm sure when I have Annabel with me it will be a lot easier to influence them. Drink a few beers, smoke some pot and have Annabel strut around in one of her new slutty outfits and it will be like taking candy from a baby. I smiled at the thought.

Two minutes after five I started my car I turned onto the interstate, making my way southward toward the motel. "That little whore better had made me some more money," I told my reflection with a smirk. I was still counting on my dad to come through for me and pay me what he owes but somehow I knew that he wouldn't. At least not all of it but even if it's only half, it will take away a lot of my headache. I still can't believe he's doing this shit to me again!

An hour later I was pulling into the parking lot of the motel, finding an empty stall right in front of the office. The sign in the office window indicated they would be back 'in thirty minutes' and the door was locked. I found it odd as this would be the most likely time that someone would need a room. Six o'clock on a Friday night. Making my way down the corridor I stopped just outside our room as I heard one loud grunt coming from inside. I smiled. She's still pumping cock and still making me money.

Not wanting to disturb whoever was fucking her I slowly inserted the key and eased the door open. Annabel was still on the bed but instead of another paying customer, Carl and Duane were fucking her. Well Carl was fucking her and Duane was feeding her his cock. I shut the door a little harder than necessary to get their attention.

"Where are all the customers?" I called out approaching the bed. "The paying customers! I thought you knew more guys not in the rodeo." Carl stopped mid-stroke to look up at me.

"I called everyone I know. Either they're with their wives, out of town or have other plans. Only one other guy showed up and he left about twenty minutes ago." I stared at him for about a minute for some reason. Perhaps trying to determine if he's lying or not. Silently I went into the bathroom while they resumed fucking her. The crack and Ecstasy were gone. Good girl. Slipping another rock into the drawer I returned to the room and turned on the TV. There had to be something worth watching in this shit-hole little town.

Within thirty minutes both men had busted a nut inside of her and were panting on the bed on either side of Annabel. Carl noticed that I was staring intensely at them.

"What?" he asked confused at my powerful look.

"Where's my money?"

"Damn man, you never give up, do you?"

"No I don't. I've got a reason for that money and I need it." Sighing loudly he flopped out of bed, reaching for his pants crumpled on the floor. Rifling through a few pockets he pulled out a stack of wadded up bills and dropped them on the table.

"That's all of it, including my share," he said snidely draping his pants over the chair across from me, causing a handful of change to tumble out to clang loudly as they hit the floor. Movement beyond Carl caught my attention as Duane rolled over on top of Annabel.

"How many times has he fucked her?" I asked glancing up at Carl.

"Come on, man, give him a break. He fuckin' covered the desk from me all day. Let him have a little fun!"

"Relax, man. It was just a question," said sorting out the bills into various denominations. Fortunately there were mostly twenties and not a lot of small bills. It's easier to carry around that way. As I began counting, Duane was picking up the pace and really going at her. She was lying there unemotionally as he repetitively jabbed his cock into her sloppy gash. She was simply supplying a warm, wet hole for him to use and nothing else. She was there physically, but that was all. Any other part of her being was a million miles away.

I'll have to work on that. I'm sure I can get plenty of guys to fuck her once because of her looks and her age, but will they want to have her again? I wouldn't think so, not the way she's acting and that will affect my long-term business. I need repeat customers and word-of-mouth advertising on how much of a sex freak she is to get the money flowing in on regular bases.

I resumed counting and smiled as I broke a thousand dollars. The moron actually managed to make me another thousand and fifty dollars while I was gone. Not too bad. Add that to what he set up before I left and it was a good day's work. I smiled at him for the first time since I returned.

"Not too shabby," I said counting out two hundred and twenty dollars. "Here's your share," I said handing him the money. I was really hoping that he didn't rip me off because I'd have to really fuck him up if he did. He took the money, staring at it for a few seconds. "What's wrong?"

"Doesn't seem like a lot of money for everything that I did."

"What do you want, Carl?"

"I was thinking maybe another two hundred."

"Are you fucking crazy? I'm not giving you that much money!" I shouted, causing Duane to stop his stroking to look our way.

"Why not? How much money would you have if it wasn't for me? Huh? Not this much," he said pushing the money, causing a few bills to fall onto the floor. I felt my jaw tighten. This asshole is really asking for it. I stood up, towering over him."

"You knew the agreement up front, Carl and that's what we agreed to. I'm not changing the deal, understand?" He took a step backward, realizing how angry I had become.

"Look, man, I'm not trying to pull anything here; I'm just saying I wanted my fair share!"

"You got it. Two hundred and twenty dollars. Ten buck each. That's fair."

"Fair for you, but not for me." I relaxed my fist. I might need him later.

"Here," I said picking up the money that had been knocked to the floor. "Here's another forty dollars. That makes two hundred and sixty. Are you happy now?" I asked scooping up the remaining money. He mumbled something under his breath but didn't say it loud enough for me to hear. Flopping on the chair opposite of mine he leaned back, looking my way.

"What?" I asked getting very annoyed by him.

"Are you going to St. Charles?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"The rodeo. Are you going up there for the rodeo?"

"No offense, Carl, but I've seen enough cowboy shit to last me a life time."

"What about the money?"

"What money?"

"There's a lotta guys up there from out of town and most have been away from home for the entire week. I'm sure a sweet young thing like her would be very popular. You could easily make what you need over there." I had to admit the prospect was intriguing.

"How do you suggest I do that? I don't know anyone from the rodeo and I don't have the time to go make new friends."

"Like I told you, I know a lotta guys from the rodeo and I have a lotta connections. For a price I could ask around and maybe talk to a couple of guys and you know, work out a deal like we had," he said grinning. If it wasn't for the fact that I needed the money so badly, I would have reached across the table and bitch-slapped him just because he's so fucking annoying.

I thought about it for a moment, just as Duane was pumping into her like a locomotive steaming downhill through the mountains.

"What do you propose?"

"Well I was thinking that I could set it all up for you. I'll call one of my buddies that have worked a while in the rodeo. He knows a lotta people too. Hell, he probably knows more people than I do. You'd have to get the motel room, but rooms 'round there are cheap enough. Try to get one as close to the rodeo as possible, if there's any left. My friend can help you find a good one. One that won't ask a lotta questions when a buncha guys keep showing up to the room all night long."

"And this service comes at a cost, I assume."

"I think another two-sixty is fair. You'll make a ton of money up there so it'll be worth it." Turning I watched as his brother-in-law rolled over, freeing Annabel from her fleshy restraint.

"I think one hundred is fair. All you're doing is making a phone call."

"Not just any phone call. You have to know who to call. Let's see how much business you can get without my help," he said sarcastically. "It's worth what I'm asking."

"One-fifty."

"Two hundred and that's my lowest offer. Any less than that and you're on your own." We had a stare-down for at least a minute. This guy is really starting to piss me off! I had just over two grand on me and if I gave him another two hundred, that wouldn't leave me with much more than what I had when I got here. Damn it! He is right, though. I could make a killing off the clowns and I would need his help to pull it off. Counting out two hundred in the smallest bills I had I threw them onto the table.

"Make the call."

Annabel remained on her back, her legs slightly parted as the two men dressed to leave. The TV softly played in the back ground and I watched as her flat stomach rose and fell with every breath. I remained in my seat until they left and approached her, standing beside the bed.

Her skin was clammy; her hair plastered to her skin and her pussy was swollen and fiery red. I had never seen hole look like that before. I guess an all day fuck-a-thon will do a number on a girl's pussy. Reaching down to her I brushed her sweaty hair away from her face. She looked like hell.

"Here," I said pulling out another rock and dropping it on the bed next to her. Without looking she felt around until she found it. Her pipe was still in the bathroom so I instructed her to get it. "There's another in the drawer if you need it," I added watching as she slowly got out of bed, stumbling backward as she lost her balance. I smiled seeing the globs of goo flowed from her abused hole like a thick milky syrup running down her thin white legs.

Turning away she hobbled around the foot of the bed showing her ass and I smiled noticing how much cum was caked between the cheeks. She didn't even flinch as the slime between her thighs dripped to the floor. She's come a long way but will need to learn to enjoy it more. Or at least pretend to enjoy it. I watched as a long, thick snot of cum slipped from her ass, quivering like a leaf in the breeze as it attached itself to the back of her right knee as she headed off.

"And clean your fuck-holes while you're in there!" I called after her as she disappeared through the doorsill. Sitting on the bed I smiled and leaned back onto my elbows right into a huge wet spot.

"DAMN IT!" The bed was cum-soaked! There was no way I'd be able to sleep in this bed tonight. Thirty loads of cum was pumped into her body today and most of that shit leaked out onto the bed. It will take days to dry out and the thought of lying in someone else's spunk turned my stomach. We'll need to get a room somewhere else. Getting up I sat at the table.

While Annabel was cleaning up and getting fucked up with her crack, the room phone rang. It was Carl.

"It's all set up," he said before I could even answer. "His name is Vern and I'll give you his cell number, gotta pen?"

"What exactly is set up?"

"I told him the deal and he's all for it, but he wants twenty dollars each."

"TWENTY DOLLARS!?!? Are you fricken' insane?"

"That's what he said. Trust me man, you'll make a ton of money, a lot more over there than here. He can easily get you a lot more guys than I ever I could. He's right there where the action is too. He'll reserve a room at the St. Charles Inn about a half a mile from the rodeo and a lotta the guys are staying there. It will also be close enough for the guys who aren't staying there to go and fuck 'er."

"Twenty is too much. I've got over head you know, plus I need to make at least three grand more by Monday."

"You'll have all weekend so that won't be a problem." I didn't like the fact that Annabel would only make me fifty dollars a fuck, which was just too little.

"The price just went up to eighty dollars for fifteen minutes," I told him thinking that I'd still make a profit of sixty dollars each after paying Vern. If there are as many cowboys and patrons as Carl claims are at the rodeo, then I should still do fine.

"I'll tell him that," he said pausing for a moment. "The rodeo ends at 10:30 so if you want to start tonight, you'll need to be there by ten." I looked at the clock. A quarter until 7. Three hours to kill.

He gave me the address and phone number before hanging up. I sat in the chair near the door shaking my head. "Twenty dollars!" I mumbled to myself running my fingers through my hair. It can be done, I know it can. I have about two and a half days to make three grand. Even sleeping for six hours per day and a couple of hours off to eat and rest, that still gives me over forty hours of fuck time. Just doing two johns an hour should do the trick. I smiled. Of course she'll earn me a lot more than that.

I called Annabel into the room. We needed to talk. Naked she stumbled in, her eyes bloodshot and so dilated I could hardly see the blueness. She had a dazed expression on her face as she stood weaving from side to side at the foot of the bed.

"Sit," I said pulling out the chair near me. "I need to talk to you."

"What's wrong?" she asked sitting where I instructed. I took her hand, pulling it to my lap to hold it.

"I bought something for you," I said pulling out the shopping bags. One by one I removed the garments, having her hold them while I fished out another. Soon she had a stack of new clothes sitting on the table in front of her. I don't think she ever had new clothes before as she simply sat there staring at them.

"Do you like them?"

"I guess."

"I bought those with my own money so you'll have to pay me back," I said dropping the bags on the floor. She didn't respond.

"Annabel you remember what I said about us needing a lot of money to start our new life together?" She nodded. "We don't have nearly enough. I won't be able to get us an apartment or pay for my school or anything like we planned. I want only the best for my girl and my baby and I feel bad that I can't get it for you."

That's okay, Jake, as long as got each other it's alright."

"No it's not, Babe. You're my family now and I feel like shit that I can't provide for you like I'm supposed to."

"Don't worry 'bout it Jake, we can always go back and live on the farm."

"Annabel please don't ever say that again. I'm not going back to that hell-hole so don't mention it to me ever again, okay?" I had to fight to control my temper. She looked down nodding. "I think if we have one good weekend we'll have enough money to get our own place and my dad said he'd pay me what he owes me on Monday so that will really help." I took her hand, squeezing it gently.

"I really need you, Baby Girl. More than ever now. This is very important for me. For us. And the baby. Without you I can't do it."

"Whatcha want me to do, Jake?"

"Answer me this, Annabel. Why do you think men are willing to pay money to fuck you?" She got a puzzled expression on her face. Finally she shrugged her shoulder. "It's because you're so beautiful and you make them feel good. Do you like making people feel good?" I asked waiting a few seconds for a response? "Well?"

"I guess so."

"The problem is, Annabel, you're just lying there like a stump. You've got to move around more, remember that I told you that? Don't let them do all the work or they won't feel as good. And moaning is very important. It lets the guys know you're enjoying what they're doing to you."

"What if I ain't"

"What do you mean?" I asked playing dumb.

"What if I don't like them doin' that stuff to me?" I smiled at her as I pulled my chain next to her to put my arm around her shoulder. I could still smell the stench of the other men radiating from her skin like the heat from a hot asphalt road. As much as I didn't want to smell it, I had to endure it for the moment.

"Do you love me? And the baby?"

"You know I do," she said smiling up at me for the first time in hours."

"Don't you want what's best for us, and the baby?" I knew that country girls were raised a little differently than city girls and possessed a strong maternal instinct. By keeping the baby fresh in her mind she'd be more willing to do what is necessary for me to get what I want.

"We need money, Annabel, a LOT of money and this is the only way we can get it. Do you understand? Nothing else we can do will give us the amount of money we need by Monday. It will only be for a while, Babe, just until we get on our feet. After that I'll take care of you just like I promised," I said kissing the top of her head. I've seen all the cocks she's had inside of her mouth and I wasn't going to kiss her on the lips.

"Can you do that? Can you help make our family stronger?" She remained quiet for a while before shrugging.

"I'm really sore down there," she said motioning between her legs with her eyes. "Can I stop for a while?"

"We can't stop now, Babe, now is the time. You've got to strike while the iron is hot and believe me; it's smoking hot right now. If we pass up this chance another one like this won't come for a while."

"Isn't there another way, Jake? I don't like doin' it."

"I wish there was but I'm afraid there's not." If we don't take advantage of this opportunity we'll be flat broke, living on the street and begging people for spare change in front of Wal-mart. Is that what you want? Is that how you want to bring out baby into the world? Living in the back of my car? Because that's exactly where we'll be, Annabel. Think about me and the baby for once why don't you! You're very selfish, you know that? Complaining about a little discomfort like some sissy little school girl who fell and scrapped her knee. You need to fucking grow up!" I said standing quickly and pushing my chair away, causing it to tip over backwards. She jumped from the crash.

"Don't be mad, Jake," she begged, cowering in her chair looking down at the carpet.

"I'm not mad, Annabel, I'm disappointed. Disappointed because you're putting yourself before me and the baby. What kind of mother will you be, huh? I thought you were special. I thought we could be happy together. I thought we could make a life together."

"We can, Jake, I'm sorry, I didn't mean nuttin' by it. I'll do better, I promise," she said as her shiny blue eyes welled with tears. I stood towering over her, my arms folded in front of my chest and trying my best to suppress a smile. I had her.

"This is the time I really need you, Babe. WE need you," I said taking her hand and placing it over her stomach. "Are you sure you're willing to do whatever it takes for us to be a family?

"I guess so," she said as her lip curled into a tiny smile. "But it's only for a little while, right?"

"Of course, Sweet Cheeks, just until we enough money. After that, you can take it easy because I'll take care of you."

"You promise?" she asked turning her seemingly glowing eyes upward.

"I promise. You'll just have to do it until I make enough money and then you won't have to do that ever again," I said smiling. She returned the smile.

"Can I rest for the night?" Stooping I leaning closer.

"We have a chance to make all the money we need in St. Charles but it's only for tonight and tomorrow night. There's a rodeo going on and the last day is Sunday. We can't afford to wait one night. If you pull this off then my Sunday night we'll be on easy street and then you can rest. Just give me until then, okay? Can you do that?" She nodded not making eye contact with me.

"When do we go?"

"We'll have to be there by 10."

"I don't gotta do nuttin' first do I? I mean I can rest now, right?"

"Sure you can. We have about three hours to recharge your batteries. Just take it easy and rest that sweet little pussy of yours. That should be enough time, don't you think?" I asked, extending my hand to her. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"You haven't eaten all day and you need to keep your strength up, you've got a very busy weekend ahead."

"Jake, I..."

"What is it, Baby Girl?" I asked stooping again to kiss her belly.

"Nothing."

"Get dressed I'm taking you to dinner. I know you've had a lot of meat today but how does steak sound? I'm really starved."

I had to admit that yellow body dress looked great on her. Fit her like a glove and the four-inch stilettos shoes really accentuated her 'fuck me' look. With her hair teased, make-up thick and several squirts of perfume to mask the smell of sex, she was ready for a night on the town. I chose a popular steak house nearby, sitting near the door to keep an eye out for trouble. I grew up in a small town and know firsthand that everyone knows everyone's business.

I assumed with the rodeo less than an hour away that most of the patrons were there as the place was dead. Besides us the only other customers were two families, a couple on a date and three single men drinking at the bar. I smiled at the trio as they taunted one another over some game they were watching on the big screen TV in the corner. I ordered a steak for me with all the fixings and ordered a burger from the kids menu for her. She said that she wasn't hungry and it would save me a few bucks. Even before our food arrived I noticed the men sitting at the bar kept stealing glances our way. I knew they were checking out Annabel and smiled.

As we ate I kept an eye on them, keeping count as they turned to see her time after time. Twenty-one times either one or all three turned our way throughout dinner. Annabel hardly ate a thing, taking only a bite of her burger and spent the rest of the time pushing the fries around on her plate while I ate. She did finish two full glasses of Coke, which seemed to fill her up.

"I'm going to the bathroom, make yourself look sexy," I said sliding out from the booth. She hardly looked up as her battered fry finally snapped under the pressure. Passing the men I smirked, knowing what they were thinking. Just before reaching the restroom I turned to see all three staring toward Annabel. Time to make a few bucks. I caught myself whistling while I peed thinking of all the money that will be rolling in soon.

Returning to the restaurant I sat on the empty stool next to the guy closest to the restrooms. They were too concerned with staring at Annabel to notice that I had joined them.

"Beautiful, huh?" I said making the man next to me jerk with a start.

"Uh, I was, um, just looking out into the parking lot," he bumbled, nervous about being caught and hoping that I'd believe him.

"Don't worry, man, it's no big deal. She's really hot, trust me," I added with a wink. "You interested in a little alone time with her?" The three of them stared at me as if I had just farted in church.

"Alone time? What do you mean?" the grey-haired man sitting in the middle asked.

"Come on, man, you know what I mean. She's a sweet young thing looking to make some fast cash. If you guys got the money, she's got the time."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" the man with the thick glasses sitting the farthest away asked.

"Are you her pimp?" the middle man added.

"Yes to both questions," I said leaning closer.

"How much are we talking?" the man closest to me asked.

"Normally it's two hundred for half an hour but for five hundred she'll do all three of you for an hour," I said smiling.

"FIVE HUNDRED!" the end man exclaimed loudly, causing a few people to look our way, including the bartender.

"I don't have that much money," the middle man explained, glancing one more time over his shoulder toward Annabel. "But I'd be interested if it was cheaper."

Damn cheap bastards! How often does an opportunity come by where you can fuck a beautiful thirteen-year-old girl? Not many I'm sure.

"What if we don't need a whole hour?" the end man asked.

I looked toward Annabel who was staring down at her plate as if expecting some great revelation. We had a couple of hours to kill before meeting Carl's friend in St. Charles. Returning my attention to the men, all three were turned away again, looking toward Annabel.

"Look, we need the money and she's got some time to spare so I'll tell you what I'll do. You can fuck her for twenty minutes for a hundred dollars each. One at a time or all three together I don't care but you'll have a total of an hour to bust a nut." They leaned closer to each other whisper as they discussed the situation. "That's the best I can do."

Seconds later they began pulling money out of their pockets and wallets, tossing it onto the counter in front of the center man. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching only noticing the bartender looking our way. The middle man counted the bills, causing me to become uncomfortable. I couldn't believe they were doing this out in the open!

"Two hundred and forty-one dollars," the announced as if calling out a bingo number.

"Look, I already said three hundred and not a penny less. If you don't want to fuck the hottest girl ever to grace this piss-ant town, then I'll find someone else!"

"Look, don't get excited, I'll get more money," the man sitting closest to me said waving his hand to the barkeep. From behind the bar the man approached, glaring at me with a snarl. "Close out our tab and gimme an extra eighty dollars," he instructed dropping a credit card on the counter. The bartender gave me one last sneer before walking away, returning with four twenties and a receipt to be signed.

I watched as the man scribbled something on the paper before handing the pen, receipt and a twenty dollar bill to the bartender with a smile. "This is for you," he added while putting his credit card away. Dropping the other three twenties onto the pile of money he turned to face me patting my shoulder with a smile.

"Let's go meet that little honey of yours," he said standing. The other two quickly followed his lead rising and waiting as I remained seated staring at the pile of money on the counter. Damn three hundred dollars just like that! "You comin'?" he added noticing my hesitation.

"Yea, let's do this," I said scooping the cash from right under the nosy barkeeper's snarl.

The trio followed me as I approached our table. Annabel was still lost in her own little world oblivious to the crowd around her.

"This is my girl Annabel," I said putting my fingers under her chin, lifting her face. "She's beautiful isn't she?"

"She certainly is," the man that charged the drinks said.

"So you gotta place we can go?" the older one asked. Shit I didn't think about that. Carl's motel is five miles in the wrong directions and I really didn't want to use that stinky room. Besides I'm sure the guys would have a problem fucking her in a bed soaked with cum.

"I'm not familiar with this area. Is there a motel you can recommend?"

"There's the Day's Inn a couple of miles down the road," four-eyes said.

"We don't need a motel," the older gentleman said smirking. "I've got an extended cab pickup in the parking lot with really dark tinted windows. We'll have all the privacy we need."