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[ Here is basically what my girl will look like, only with larger breasts~ )

Running her fingers repeatedly though her hair, De's dark eyes continued to nervously watch her father in the driver's seat with a cautious glint in them. He had been acting pretty weird the last few days, today especially. He was very fidgety, and each time De tied to ask him something, he would jump. He was really sweaty, and no matter how many times De tried to ask him where he was taking her, he wouldn't answer her. So she just sat quietly in the passenger seat and folded her arms over her chest.

Before her dad made her get in the car, she had planned on going out on a date with her boyfriend, so she was all dressed up for him, which made it kind of awkward to be sitting in the car with her dad and not her boyfriend. Her outfit wasn't something her dad would usually approve of. Short black shorts, a white button up shirt that was two sizes to small for her and showed off her mid-drift as well as her plump breasts, stockings, and heals. An outfit she believed to be cute, but her dad did not agree. It was really weird that he had not said one thing about her outfit though, he seemed to be thinking hard about something else entirely.

Finally the car came to a stop in front of a large building in the middle of down town. It was made of brick and was obviously one of the older building in town. It looked very shady to De though, and she had no desire to go inside.

"Dad, um, I'll just wait here and you go do what you gatta do, 'kay?" There was no hiding the discomfort in her voice, but her dad wasn't paying attention to her. He was already out of the car and opening the passenger door, pulling her out onto the sidewalk roughly by her arm in a way that caused her to instantly jerk away and glare uneasily at him. "What's up with you?" Still, he did not answer. He just bit his lip, then glared at her. He had come this far - there was no going back.

"F-fallow me." He said quickly, and turned, heading into the building and fully expecting her to fallow. She would have gladly hopped back into the car, but men from the alley next to the building were getting curious and leering at her youthful body, so she hesitantly fallowed her dad into the building. Immediately after they entered, a large man approached them, or more specifically, he approached De's father.

"What are you doing here, Randy? Shouldn't you be out collecting the money you owe our boss?" The man's voice was so intimidating that De looked down and huddled close to her dad's back to feel safer.

"I-I brought the payment! That's why I'm here!" Her father, who was very scrawny compared to the man, said. After hearing that he had the payment the man nodded and led De and her father to an elevator. De desperately wanted to ask what the man was talking about, but she never got the chance. He was with them the whole time, and she was too afraid to talk about it with him right there.

They reached the top floor, and the man led them down the hallway and to a room. De suspected it was their boss's room.

"Boss, our number one client is here to return the money he borrowed." The man announced while opening the office door and ushering both De and her father, Randy, inside.

"W-well, Sir, I didn't exactly bring you money... B-but I brought you the next best thing!" Randy said to the man who sat behind the desk. He must be their boss... she thought to herself, and at the moment, her father gestured to her.

"I brought you my daughter. P-please, sir, she's the only valuable thing I have left. She should be enough to cover my debt, r-r-right?" He stammered pathetically.

De's eyes shot open and her gaze immediately lifted from the floor and to her father's face. Was he... serious?

"Yeah right!" She spat out in confusion and growing rage. Backing towards the door, her panicked and confused eyes shifted from her dad, to the man behind the desk, and then to her dad again. He had to be kidding. Right?
 
Mario was prepared to listen to another sob story by some blubbering imbecile unable to pay back his debts. That was the only reason his clients ever came to see him personally, rather than dealing with his cronies. However, he was unprepared for what this pathetic little man - Randy, his name was - had to offer. He grinned at the little girl before him, admiring the way her tight little shirt hugged her breasts - very large C-cups at best, perhaps even D - and the general air of innocence about her. He wondered if this was what his ancestors must have felt like when the barbarian chieftains presented thier daughters as ransom in hopes of sparing thier pathetic villages from the fury of the Roman legions. And like his Roman ancestors, he knew a sponge when he saw one. He was going to wring this little man for all he was worth.

"Very nice, Randy," he sneered. "I got to hand it to you: your girl's a real looker. Unfortunately, the terms of our agreement specify you owe me back all my money. However, she should be enough to cover your interest. Plus any interest you might accrue for the next six months. Maybe more, if she's as good as she looks. So you have six months, at least, to get me my money before I start tacking on interest again, and another three after that before I send my boys to collect. So you better get your little ass back out there and start earning money."

To his thugs, Mario ordered, "Take this sorry sack of shit out of my sight. And tell any more visitors that I'm not seeing anyone. I don't care who they are: FBI, the Head of the Family himself, even the Pope!" He then returned his gaze to his latest prize.​
 
Randy, whom had assumed his daughter would cover the entire payment, was shocked to hear that all she did was cover his interest. "B-but... but I can't afford to pay you back! There's no way I could earn back all the money I owe you, not even if I worked all of my life!" The man pleaded as he was literally dragged and pushed from the room by the boss's cronies.

De was astounded that all her dad was worried about was the money. Not her. He didn't even look at her, not once, as he was dragged out of the room. Her wide eyes narrowed, though fear still lingered in them, and her uneasy glare was pointed at the man at the desk as soon as it was just him and her in the room. The way he leered at her made her more than just a little uncomfortable, so she folded her arms over her chest and deepened her overall helpless glare.

"T-this is illegal." She stammered, trying to intimidate him so maybe he'd reconsider, but she had a feeling he had done things more illegal than this in his lifetime.
 
"It's only illegal, my dear, if I get caught," retorted Mario. The girl's spirit excited him. He rose, and went to lock the door, blocking the only means of escape. His office was located on an upper floor, and the windows were reinforced by metal bars to protect against cat burglars. The girl was trapped with him.

At 50, Mario wasn't exactly a dirty, disgusting old man. His girlfriends often compared him to Sylvester Stallone. Mario was tall, for an Italian, with a broad, muscled frame (he was a little chubby from too much pasta, but it was offset by his powerful pecs), square jaw, and dark hair only barely streaked by white. He could still turn more than a few female heads, without ever having to introduce himself. He pulled up a chair and offered it to De. "Have a seat," he told her. "We'd perhaps best get to know each other. You probably already know who I am. But tell me your name, child."​
 
De, who had been standing somewhat close to the door, moved further away from it and from Mario as he walked from his desk to said door in order to lock it. She was only a hormonal teenage girl, so despite the situation, she did notice how good-looking this mobster guy was. It was just hard for her to wrap her head around all of this. She didn't this there was such a thing as a mob anymore - she had assumed only disorganized street gangs were all that existed nowadays. She was obviously wrong.

She cast one last, longing glance to the door before her glare found him again and she sat down hesitantly in the chair he had pulled up for her. Her mind was still so busy trying to sort through all of this sudden confusion that she didn't know what to feel. Anger? Fear? Sadness?

"My name's De." She said with her hands in her lap and eyes cautiously watching Mario. "And no... I have no idea who you are. I try and not pay attention to gangs like yours." Her eyes continued to watch him, fully expecting him to try something.
 
Mario laughed. He liked the girl's spirit. Of course, it would make her a bit harder to control, but Mario could deal with it. "It is nice to meet you, De," he said. "It is a pity you don't follow who your father does business with. I so happen to belong to one of the greatest Families ever to do business in this fair city. We are not a gang, we are a business. Gangs are disorganized mobs of youths with not enough homework and money, and too much time. Of course, a lot of our business may be illegal, but someone has to supply this city with vices. And lend money to poor saps like your father whose credit is so bad, even the payday loan shops won't help them.

"As for who I am, my dear De, you may call me whatever you feel is appropriate." He knelt beside her, careful to guard his groin, and put a hand on her shoulder. "You and I are going to get to know each other real well. You see, I own shares in certain adult entertainment venues that are constantly searching for new employees. I also have connections to other partners similar institutions who will pay good money for employee references, and some of them are in countries with working conditions that couldn't even pass as legal, even in those countries. They would pay me a big bonus for a girl as pretty as you. However, if it turns we get along just fine, I might be inclined to keep you around for a while. You might learn to like me."​
 
( I'm sorry this reply took so long. ^^; )

De's unsettled glare remained on him as her crouched beside her, her muscles growing stiff and hands clutching when she felt his hand ease it's way onto her shoulder. As his words slowly sank in, the fear began to show in her eyes and she slowly realized that this was real and happening.

"But...!" She blurted out, unsure of what she should say in a situation like that. She didn't want to be sold to some prostitution ring in a far off country! But staying here with this pig seemed almost as undesirable... No, no. Staying with him would be far better, because at least she'd still be in America and have a slim chance at escape.

Lifting her hand, she brushed the tears from her eyes and tried to glare at him again.

"You're disgusting... How can any human sell another human and be able to sleep soundly at night?"
 
"My dear, slavery, if that is what you want to call it, has been around for years," Mario said. "Even the Founding Fathers - George Washington, Thomas Jefferson - had slaves. No one's ever called them disgusting. And besides, this isn't slavery. You'll still get paid - but room and board do cost money. I can't say anything for overseas though. Of course, where you end up is entirely up to you." He reached up with his other hand to caress De's cheek. He loved the way she tensed underneath him. She felt so strong, and yet so delicate. It excited Mario. "It also depends on how well we get along, you and I..." With that, he leaned in and kissed her mouth.​
 
De grimaced at the feeling of his harsh lips pressing into her's, the light blush that had been burning dimly burning up and spreading across her face like wildfire. It wasn't that she was shy; she had been kissed on the lips before. It was just that the kiss was so wrong and unwanted that she felt ashamed for letting it happen. What was she supposed to do, though? Slap him away? Punch him as hard as she really wanted to?

Gritting her teeth for a moment, De leaned into the kiss, her soft lips pressing back into his for a brief moment before she pulled back, breaking the kiss and casting her embarrassed glare to his face.
 
De's kiss was soft and light. It had been many years since Mario had felt lips as sweet as those. He wanted to kiss her longer, but she pulled away. A pity she was so headstrong. Mario had often thought about taking a young lover again, even though he would be almost 3 times thier age. De had the right body and the right kiss, but her attitude could use a little work. It was such a shame they had to meet in these circumstances.

"You've kissed a man before," he observed. "I like that." He ran his hand down her neck. "And now, we must give you a thorough examination." He traced his hand down her chest until he cupped her ample bosom, and gave it a loving squeeze.​
 
De had been hoping that the kiss would have been enough to sustain his lust, at least for a little while, but she was quick to learn otherwise. Her heart crashed down into her gut when his hand moved from her neck down her chest, to her breasts. Instinctively, she wanted to shove him away from her, but she had to keep herself in check and remind herself that this guy was no ordinary guy. All he had to do was snap his fingers and she'd be in an overseas brothel.

Irritated at how agonizingly slow he was moving, she growled and shoved his hands away only lift her hands and unbutton her shirt, dropping the small piece of material to the ground to better reveal her large, lush breasts that were now only contained by her black lacy bra.

"...It's easier to 'examine' them when they're not covered." She suggested, not even trying to hide the bitterness in her tone. She hated this, and it was apparent in everything she said and did, but at least she was willing to comply.
 

Mario was impressed by the size of De's breasts, bulging out of her bra, but not by her attitude. He did resist the urge to slap her for her insolence. Instead, clamped his hand on her right breast, with the tips of his rough, caloused fingers brushing the exposed surfaces of her boob. He squeezed, hard, and he gave her a warning: "My dear, if I wanted to rape you, I would have already torn off your clothes and be humping you right now. This isn't about rape. Now, you have very fine breasts, but in the future, you will only remove what I tell you, when I tell you. Now, you will either sit still and let me do what I do, or you will enjoy it." Then he softened his grip, and started rubbing his hand delicately around her breast, as though he were polishing a precious stone.​
 
"N-nh.." A small, hardly audible, whimper escaped her lips as his hand clamped onto her breast. Her hands shot up to grab his wrist and she grit her teeth, her glare still focus on his face as he gave her the warning, though she seemed to understand what he was saying because she didn't argue or spit out some smart-assed remark like she normally would have. She just gave him a hesitant nod of understanding before his grip finally loosened, the hands that had wrapped around his wrist loosening as well and falling to her lap as his hand began to rub the sore skin of her breast. Light red marks were left where his fingertips had pressed into her flesh, red marks that would soon darken into bruises.
 
Mario was an expert at this sort of thing. He'd been massaging boobs for the past 30 years of his life. He knew what he was doing, and how to please a woman. He slid his hand around De's breasts in slow, sensuous circles, running his fingertips across the exposed flesh, and slipping them between the gap in her chest. He cupped and squeezed her breasts gently, and rubbed his thumb across the rise of her tit as though searching for her nipple beneath her bra cup.​
 
De couldn't help but to blush as his hands skillfully roamed her breasts, stirring up a feeling in her that she had never really experienced. Her boyfriend had played with her breasts before, sure, but he was pretty clumsy at it, and wanted to get straight to other parts of her body. She hated to admit it, but this Mario guy sure knew how to use those hands of his. De's back arched instinctively when the man's thumbs brushed against her sensitive nipples through her bra.
 
Mario smiled as he felt De respond to his touch. He still had it. He finished off her breast with a final rub and flick across her nipples before moving his hand on down to her taut little tummy. He also knew how to please a woman down there too. In fact, that's where he got his start pleasuring girls from. He gently started to massage her stomach in smooth, gentle circles, occasionally teasing her belly button.​
 
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