Chapter 71: Dancing David

Heading in the teen club tonight was a shock. After the problems the first few nights we were here, the hotel had made some changes. They were minor, but obvious.

First they had put up a half wall divider that made girls go the long way around the bar to get to the bathroom. The men’s room could only be entered by walking through a new sitting area where the teachers and chaperones were sitting at tall tables on high bar stools. They now had a clear view to see everyone going to the bathrooms, dancing or sitting at the tables. Even the booths had been re-arranged so that they were mostly facing the new sitting area. Lighting over the sitting area was also adjusted subtly so that there weren’t any more dark spots where anyone could get a quick kiss without being seen.

I saw the bartender was the one that had slipped me the key card. I went to him to order nachos, sliders and some chili cheese fries. He slipped me another access card with my change. I left another twenty on the counter when I took my soda over to an open table to wait on my food. I had barely sat down when some girls came up to tell me I was going to dance with them.

“It is your feet I will be stepping all over,” I yelled over the music.

They laughed as they got me out on the floor anyway. I didn’t recognize them at all. As I danced a slow number with one of them, I found out they were more of the girls from Bonfer. The girl I was dancing with made it clear that while she would like nothing more than to find somewhere we could screw like rabbits, right now she wanted to dance with me. Maybe later I could sneak up to their floor to have as many girls as I could screw. Their “wardens” had evidently been giving the rundown on me and I was the approved breeder for all of the girls from Bonfer if I wanted that honor.

Jokingly, or at least I think she was joking, she said “You only have to give the chaperones a semen sample so they can know which babies are yours.”

I laughed it off and enjoyed dancing with them until the waitress came over to tell me my food was here. For once I didn’t have any girls following me over to the table. I was able to eat in peace. The only girl that came over to say hi told me she hoped I had an iron stomach. There were rumors about the food down here was making kids sick so no one else was getting anything. I didn’t care because I was starving again.

Am I a piece of rotting meat on a rock in the desert just because I am eating the bar food?

No sooner than I had finished off my last bite, wiped my face, and stood to go wash my hands, I had girls at my side telling me I was going back out to dance with them.

It was really immature and juvenile, but I held up my messy nacho cheese sauce and chili covered fingers. I did a cheesy vampire “blah, blah, blah”. Turns out it was perfectly fine with them for me to wash up first after all. Well, all but one. She gave me a mischievous grin as she sucked my fingers clean.

That was all they let me do on my own for a while. Six girls were waiting for me outside the bathroom to make sure I got on the dance floor with them. For the rest of the night I was passed around on the dance floor. I lost count of how many girls I danced with from the various schools. Around nine, the tall skinny blonde girl from the pool cut in. She was wearing a wrap over her bathing suit and when the dance was done, she led me off the dance floor toward the door. We both checked out with the respective monitors and started heading toward the pool. As soon as we got near the double doors, she pulled me hard through them to start checking to see if the doors to any of the unisex bathrooms were unlocked. She still hadn’t said a word, so I just leaned back against one of the walls until she gave up on the bathrooms.

“Damn,” she hissed out in frustration. “We need to go somewhere private together right now. I heard these were always unlocked.”

Shaking my head I told her, “Old information. You heard it and so did the adults. Kids were caught sneaking into them to be somewhere private together and got busted. Now they are locked. Part of the changes they made to the club this week. Why don’t you tell me what you want before someone comes and we get busted just for being back here?”

Instead she grabbed my hand to pull me around the end of the hall to check doors there. I let her go all the way to the end of the hall as I told the place in my head to not see the walls in the hallway.

I should know better! I knew the bathrooms were at the back of the bar in the corner we turned around.

Well fair is fair, I guess, but I never wanted to even think of seeing Mrs. Carter’s huge never-trimmed bush of pubic hair that looked like she had stuck a brown afro wig between her legs.

Yuck!

Turning the way I wanted to look I found that there were smaller dressing room areas closer to this end of the hallway. They needed a badge to open. After making myself see everything again, I used the badge to open one a bit.

When the girl made it back up to me I said, “Missed this one.”

That was all she needed to push me into the room and lock the door behind us.

“I fucking hate those self-serving little cunts! Just look at what they did! Do you fucking believe they did this to me? God damn it! Why would they do this to me? We were so new BBFs and everything! I shared my make-up, let them leach off my data plan and even borrow some of my clothes,” she said shoving her phone at me.

She continued to rant as I flipped through the pictures she had pulled up on her phone. The best I can tell, the girls in her room had been taking pics of her the whole trip. There were a lot of ones of her small braless breasts being on display down her very loose tops or through loose sleeves.

That was weird, but not completely crazy. Kelly told me a story when I was in the hospital of them doing that to a girl with c-cup breasts. The girl didn’t wear a bra and wore nearly transparent shirts with the buttons undone down to her cleavage. Instead of posting them on nip slip site, they put them on a flash drive they sent to the head office. It got the girl either wearing camisoles when going braless or having to wear a bra.

These girls taking pictures of the skinny girl were flat out cruel. The posts they were making really mean remarks about her flat chest. Most were about her showing it off to anyone who looked and then being a completely frigid bitch when someone enjoyed her little show.

So at least they were spot on about her. She did that to me.

“You know, pictures are worth a thousand words and all, but we don’t have to risk getting busted and sent home for you to show me pics of your tits on some website,” I told her. “After the way you tried to tear me a new asshole for just appreciating what you freely put on display, I have to say they are dead on about how you are acting. They are trying to tell you something. Maybe it is time to listen.”

She stopped her bitch and moan session mid curse.

Grabbing her phone she muttered under her breath as she typed away on it for a few seconds.

Handing it back she said, “Fucking cunts did worse than that! Look at what they posted! Can you believe this shit! I am going to call the cops on them when I get home to have them all thrown in jail!”

Even before I could flip to the first picture I had a faint message show on the screen saying, “Not kids. Professional Pedophile.”

Quickly flipping through the pictures I was able to see it immediately too. Even with top of the line cell phone cameras are pushing twelve megapixels, they still take very distinctive rectangular pictures and only have digital zoom. These were almost square, with a really good zoom and had been edited to draw the eyes to her tits and pussy. I don’t know if she borrowed someone’s bathing suit or just brought five different ones, but these pics were taken in five different ones. The one she still had on was actually the best fitting. In most of the pictures the there were shots of at least the full left or right half of her hairy pussy with her long lips prominently displayed. Toward the end there were ones of her where she was getting out of the pool, sitting with legs on both sides of a bench, drying off one leg. It had full shots of her crack, lips and clit. The final ones had gotten in so close that I could see her cherry was still mostly covering her vagina with only two small holes in it.

“Damn it I thought the girls all said you were cool! You have a fucking boner from looking at the pictures they took of me! Asshole! Give me my phone back you dick,” she yelled at me with tears rolling down her face.

Standing up on the chair, to get me at eye level with her, I yelled back, “I am a fourteen year old boy that a girl pulled into a service hallway, locked in a changing room, and showed me pictures of her pussy. What the hell did you expect was going to happen to me? You could be taking a dump and I would get a boner from hoping I got a little flash of pussy hair. Jeez! What is wrong with you anyway? Why are you showing this to me and then bitching me out. Didn’t you get it? The girls with you were ragging on you because of how you act. You are so wanting to be pissed off at someone that you never even noticed that the pics of your pussy aren’t from a cell phone. Most weren’t even taken at the pool in the hotel Someone used a really high-end camera with a big zoom lens get these shots. The guy from my school has a pretty damn expensive camera and he isn’t even able to get shots anything close to these ... To get the one showing your cherry the girls would’ve had to put the lens almost in your pussy to get that detail even on that forty-one megapixel camera phone. I haven’t seen your tits for real, so I can’t even say if those are actually of you or not. There are none with your face in it.” “Fuck it! Take a good look pervert! Enjoy the show,” she yelled back as she pulled her bikini top off.

I grabbed her phone from her and flipped back through the pics that were supposed to be her tits. They weren’t even close. Sure looking down a shirt they were about the same size, but hers were fully developed, the ones on the pictures were still cone shaped with no really defined nipple.

Using my phone I opened the page that had what she thought were tit shots of her and then used her phone to take pics from some of the same angles.

“Here, look for yourself. You got punked! Someone played you. I bet that is not even you on the other site where they are ragging on you,” I told her as I went through the tit shots on the site and the ones I took that were from about the same angle. “If that is you in the other pics, then I have seen everything already. I can shoot pics of your pussy from the same angles if you want.” Not even yelling at me this time, she twisted from one position to the next as I took as good of a matching picture as I could. Even before she had pulled her bottoms to the side and pulled herself open, to be like the one that showed her cherry, I knew all the ones on the site were of her, Only the one of her cherry was different, because she did not have one anymore. Well not much of one that is. From how red it was she must have popped it with her fingers recently.

Asking softly I asked, “When did you do pop your cherry with your fingers?”

“Um, I, um, well, didn’t do it myself. Someone was, um, you know, um, down there, um, exploring. It kind of just happened. We, well, uh, had to, uh, well, uh, someone, uh, well came home and, we, uh, jumped,” she babbled.

“But how long ago,” I asked back thinking it was today.

Blushing, “Right before this trip.”

I felt myself go pale as the realization of it all hit me like a ton of bricks.

“This is going to be really embarrassing, but we have to go find your teachers right now. Someone took the super close picture of you before your friend popped your cherry for you. Look,” I told her as I showed her the pics I took.

You could clearly tell it was the same pussy in both matching shots, one with a cherry, one without. She had some very distinctive pussy lips. As I went through them again I saw that her pubic hair had been a lot shorter in some of the ones on the website and was not as big of a triangle of hair as now. It was her turn to go pale when I pointed that out.

“My appendix ruptured last summer and they shaved off the right half of the hair. Mom helped me shave the rest so it would grow back in evenly. The doctor was in a hurry so I have a really big scar and I don’t want anyone to see it. Only some of the pictures on that site are after I got the scar. Here, look,” she almost whispered as she put her pussy right in front of my eyes.

She was right. There was a definite bare spot when she pushed the hairs down with her hand like the suit on the shot she showed me was doing. The ones with less hair didn’t have the scar.

Snatching her phone back, she went over the website with the pics of her pussy and started looking at ones of other girls and women on there. I heard her saying random girl names before rushing into my arms to pull me into a hug.

So now my having a boner pushing my shorts into your crack doesn’t bother you, but having one did?

“Before I, uh, well we, if you will come too, go tell my teachers what you showed me, can I see it? Please,” she asked sliding off my lap.

What the hell. Maybe she will screw me or something. She is just weird enough to do it.

I dropped my shorts and let her take a look. Surprisingly she got down on her knees, weighed my balls, wrapped her hands around it, pumped it once, explored the head, and then stood back up. She sniffed it, licked a drop of pre-cum off the head, kissed it and then sucked it all in her mouth. Seemed that was all she wanted to do.

Quickly she got her bikini back on and said we first had to go to the pool to look for someone.

It only took her a few seconds to find who she wanted before pulling me back toward the club. I watched her get into a pow-wow with two thirty-something teachers. Both women turned angry nearly instantly. When the girl pointed to me, they were up and charging toward me with fire in their eyes. I was sure I was really in for it now.

What is this? Mrs. Carter getting in between them? How the hell can she even move that fast? She has to be at least thirty-five.

“Whoa there ladies. I heard what she said and saw what she showed you. I don’t doubt that David has something to do with what is going on here. If he slipped off somewhere to break my school’s rules I am going to nail him to the wall. He has been a pain in my ass since he started at my school this semester. Based on the accusations we need to go somewhere neutral. I am required to have another teacher from my side join us to discuss this matter,” she told them as she blocked them from getting to me.

Willing to take my lumps, I pushed around Mrs. Carter and said, “Before you go tearing into me for whatever I did wrong here, you probably should go get someone to grab the creepy man using a very high end camera to take more photos like the ones she had showed me. He was still over sitting by the pool when we came in here to get you.”

I wonder if the bartender works for Steve.

By the time our group got over into the pool area there were already two security guys holding down the man down. He was a very handsome man that was dressed like the other parents chaperoning kids at the pool. Another security guy started pulling apart something that had a towel, t-shirt, flip flops, and shorts stuck down on top of it with Velcro. Underneath they found a very complex looking camera setup like nothing I hadn’t ever seen before. It was cabled up to a tablet. When the security guy opened the tablet I saw that the man was logged into an admin account for the same website where the girl had found her pussy shots.

The security guard made everyone back up before he called the cops.

I was directed to follow the teachers. They decided that it was best, and less stressful, for us to go to the tall girl’s room. All of the girls that pranked her with the fake tit pictures and links to her kid porn pictures were found and sent to the same room. There was going to be more private discussion around why these girls had nude pictures on the kid porn site too. The adults believed they might as well try to address these matters all at once. For some reason I noticed that Mrs. Carter failed to get another teacher from our school to join us. I doubt she forgot.

What game is Bitch Carter playing here? She is dying to hang my ass out to dry. Without another adult or teacher from our group it will be her word against mine. Is this some sort of insurance to keep me from saying anything about her seeing me naked on the bathroom?

When we came in the room we got a bit of a shock. Two of the girls assigned to the room were in a hot, wet, slurping, all-out sixty-nine on one bed. A girl on the other one was using a mini-baseball bat in her pussy. Instead of anyone doing anything to stop them, I was directed into the desk chair and turned toward the window. I was told to tell everyone what I knew about the kid porn pics. The two who have been eating each other tore off for the bathroom with whatever clothes they could grab on the way.

I really need to get me a camera like the cops have on their uniforms. Maybe Steve can get one made into all of my pairs of dark glasses and goggles. All I would need to do is to just play it for them to get out of trouble!

Three times I went through every detail from when the girl called me a pervert for looking at the various girls bodies at the pool, her grabbing me out of the club, finding that room unlocked, all the stuff with the pictures and then her coming to show the teachers everything.

“So you admitted creating child pornography by photographing her genitals? That is a very serious offense. So is viewing it on your phone,” one of the girl’s teachers said.

I handed her my phone, after unlocking it, and said, “There is nothing on my phone or browser history for any sites she showed me on her phone.”

“You already said you took pictures of her and showed them to her to prove they were her,” she interrupted.

“Yes ma’am, I did it with her phone. I don’t think it is against the law to use her phone to take pictures of her genitals, in a non-sexual way, for her to use. I bet every single student on your trip has used their phone or tablets to take pictures of their bodies, especially the parts they can’t see very well in a mirror,” I explained.

That same teacher was looking daggers at me as I said the site had pictures of her with a cherry, but the picture I took at the same angle didn’t. The second I stopped talking I was told that was because we had engaged in sex.

Looking at the girl, then Mrs. Carter and back to the teacher questioning me, I said, “Even if I had gotten my first kiss from a girl, I wouldn’t tell you about it. I don’t care if you put me on the stand in a courtroom. No one is going to make me talk about anytime I make out with a girl. I may look like a little kid still, but I’m not stupid. The only reason I even told you about the photos is because the police will need them to nail that man to the wall. She showed me a lot of ones from the site that don’t have the scar from having her appendix taken out and there were a lot of other girls on that site that she said she knows too. She is going to have to tell you why she doesn’t have a cherry anymore. I know why because she told me. I won’t have anyone calling me a liar. You have to decide if what she says is true, because I won’t say otherwise.”

“Mrs. Little,” one of the girl’s roommates said as she came over just wearing panties now. “He didn’t take her virginity. We were a little too excited when we were playing around. My fingers slipped inside too far when someone came home unexpectedly.”

Since she was one of the girls who have been in the sixty-nine, the teacher really couldn’t really argue that the girls wouldn’t have been playing around with each other.

Before Mrs. Little even asked her a question we heard, “Oh my fucking god! Him? He is the one that did all this?”

“Yes,” the tall girl said, “He has ones of you too. Even ones from when you shaved lick this in your pubes with arrows point down back in the eighth grade.”

Mrs. Carter turned to the girls and asked, “You know the man that was taking these disgusting pictures?”

“Yes. Well kind of,” the tall girl said. “He is always around the city pool. I asked him one time about him being there without ever going swimming. He said did some sort of work in all of these buildings and was too busy to play in the pool during the week. If I would tell him when I was going to be here on a weekend he would come hang by the pool.”

The half-naked girl added, “One Saturday he really did come to the pool. When he pulled off his shirt and shorts, I wanted to jump him right there. His package was huge in his tight trunks and his body was rock hard. He didn’t even cop a feel when hanging out with us in the pool or even do more than talk. I saw him with a boner once. It was huge and pushed out his shorts enough to see part of it. He shaves it bald.”

The girl talking was so hot that she hadn’t noticed her hand was in her panties rubbing herself and had other hand was playing with her nipple.

My dick noticed. It was making a tent in my shorts.