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Let's Make a Deal (vertigis & Tyr)

The young girl earnestly asked if he intended to take her to the club as they passed it. Bull smiled and laughed at her innocence and surprise.

Absolutely! I want to show off my girl.

It wasn’t long till they were walking down the sidewalk, as they got closer to the club, they passed more and more people, Bull kept her close, holding her tight, so she and those they passed knew who she belonged too. She looked older than she was, but really not that much older, as she hadn’t yet slutted herself up as most of his whores did. That didn’t bother Bull, there were times he wanted the girl to look younger, and that she wasn’t yet comfortable in her attire or shoes, was also fine, he enjoyed a little awkwardness. Still any girl in a hot tight outfit, with a nice body, got attention, and Rachel was getting it as more than a few sets of eyes checked her out, some in a less than subtle fashion. There was a long line leading up to a burly, broad chested man, with tattoos and an almost buzz cut hairstyle, the guy was almost as big as Bull, but not quite. The place was clearly popular as people talked and laughed in line waiting their turn to go in. Bull’ eyes noticed the girls that dressed the same as his whores and smiled, for they too knew what it took to get and keep a man’s attention.

Bull guided her right past the line and walked with confidence right up to the guy checking ID’s inspecting them, as if some weren’t up to the club’s standards. Holding the tiny thing close to him, Bull stopped next to the big guy with the flashlight that was inspecting each identification, a sign above him clearly stating ‘No One Under 21 Allowed’. Even with his girl dressed up sexy, it was hard for anyone to believe she was 21 or older. Not that, that seemed to bother Bull who boldly stood there waiting for the large doorman to finish with the couple he was inspecting. With a wave of his light the man motioned for the couple to enter. Rather than look at the next group with their ID’s out, he turned to Bull and smiled.

What’s up guy!

Just here to party.

No shit, and who’s the girl?

That’s my new girl!

Sweet, looks a little young.

Hey, they all look a little young, when you are as old as both of us are.

Isn't that the fucking truth, every year I work here they look younger.

The two laughed, clearly they knew each other. The man quickly waving them by, never even checking ID’s, Bull shaking his hand, at the same time slipping him a twenty, as they pass the line and go right on in to the club. The place was wild, music blaring, all kinds of synchronized lights flashing, a crazy illuminated bar, and a multitude of bodies grinding and undulating together in rhythm to the music. Others sat at stools, in booths and against walls leaning into each other to be heard. There were scantily clad women and even men dancing along on platforms above and around the place.
 
Rachel stuck close to Bull as he led her directly past the long line leading up to the club. It wasn’t only men’s interested eyes that she was drawing as they approached the doorman. More than a few woman glanced in her direction too. They were less obviously intrigued though, unfriendly even, likely casting rapid judgment as to her actual age and their relationship. Rachel thought she detected a little envy as well. Whether that was envy for her date or envy for the preferential treatment they were obviously expecting to receive, she couldn’t guess. Rachel wasn’t used to being the center of attention in that way or being anyone another person might feel jealousy about normally. It felt kind of good though.

What felt less good was wilting next to Bull, her thin arm curled around his huge one, as the almost equally intimidating doorman turned to check their IDs. The ‘No One Under 21’ sign produced a lump in her throat as she stood there chewing the inside of her cheek nervously. It wasn’t so much the thought of being sent way, although the mocking smirks of the other people in line certainly wouldn’t feel good. It was the thought of Bull also being sent away because of her presence. She didn’t know how he’d respond but how could he possibly be interested in someone who couldn’t even walk into his favorite club with him because she was too young? She knew he already thought she was incredibly inexperienced and naivete. He had to think that because she was. Rachel wasn't blind or stupid.

She was already blushing hotly in anticipation of him shining that flashlight on her face and shaking his head firmly. This didn’t happen though. He didn’t even ask for IDs at all. He spoke to Bull like an old friend, laughing and joking a few minutes before waving them past the ropes without a single question asked. She could hear a couple disgusted groans from the line behind them, but that was all, and her heart was fluttering excitedly as she stepped through the door in his arm. It was like he knew everybody, Rachel thought with amazement. The doorman, the restaurant owner…there was no not being impressed. She’d never known anyone even remotely important, no one with any kind of pull. It was like being another person almost. A person others respected and admired. All because she was with Bull.

Rachel knew it must have to do with his work. As far as she was concerned that was still just dealing drugs. She hadn’t quite connected the dots on his other profession yet…or let herself anyways. It was obvious he must have a number of important clients that he supplied to in town. Why he even bothered to deal with someone as broke and unreliable as her mother, she couldn’t even guess. Probably he turned no one away as long as they had the money. It was just like any other business. Rachel told herself there was nothing that evil about it. People wanted drugs. He sold them drugs. What they did with them was their business. That didn’t make him a bad person …it couldn’t. She didn’t want him to be a bad person.

Clinging even closer to him, she stared at the flashing lights and dancers as the club music thumped around them, simply following wherever he led. “This place is… wow,” Rachel said appreciatively, grinning up at him when he looked down. “It’s loud though. What should I get to drink?” The effects of the wine from earlier hadn’t quite worn off yet but she was ready for more. They were here to party. That’s what he’d said.

And she wasn’t going to be a boring date if she could help it.
 
Bull could see that the young girl was impressed by the club as she made an exclamation, while grinning at him. She asked for a drink, and Bull nodded, his thick strong arm wrapped around her, he led her to the bar, which had a glass top with all kinds of lights and other things to give it a wild look. Some people were sitting at stools others leaning against the bar. Bull made his way to the bar, leaning in, waiting for the bartender to notice him. It wasn't long till a very scantily clad woman comes up, and asks what they want. Bull quickly orders a beer for himself, and one of those fruity alcohol drinks the girls like for her, knowing that his new girl probably had no clue what to ask for. Since the place carded at the door, they didn’t at the bar, though the young bartender takes a second to look at Bull’s companion, gives her a momentary glance, before she turns and proceeds to make the drink and get the beer. While they wait, pulls her in close, one large hand on her ass, her soft body pulled against his hard chest, he leans down and kisses her.

You look awesome girl!

Breaking the kiss as the bartender returned, he pulled out a large bill and handed it to the bartender, telling her to keep the change, the woman smiling back. With drink in hand Bull led her over to an available booth that was on a level above the dance floor it offered a little privacy, though looked out on the club. Bull sat down right next to her and not across from her, his hand coming to rest on her leg as he took a sip from his drink. The beat of the music could not only be heard but felt as the party in the club continued, the primal nature of it hard to ignore. People were dancing, grinding together, both on and off the dance floor. Bull hand was working its way up the top of her exposed leg, while he was drinking and talking as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He leans closer to be heard over the music.

How’s the drink Sexy?

Bull knew the place was a complete hedonistic meat market, of wild horny young people trying to live the most exciting moments in their lives. These were the kind of people he often sold drugs to, so they could keep that excitement going, in their dull normal lives. That was one of the nice things about drugs, they really didn’t go out of vogue, there was always someone clamoring for that fantasy. The hand moves ever higher on her leg, the table hiding it location from all but the most observant of eyes, as he works it ever closer to the joining of her legs.

Do you think you can keep up with this old man tonight?
 
She knew. Rachel could tell that the bartender in her skimpy leather halter top had taken once glance and guessed her age. The woman didn’t say anything though. There was something about just the look of Bull that seemed to make people keep their opinions to themselves. Rachel knew if she was alone or with one of her friends from school, things wouldn’t be going this way. A bouncer would have grabbed them by now, if they’d even made it inside in the first place. Bull was like a shield though. Nothing seemed to touch her with him t her side and the curious disapproving looks of the other club goers bounced harmlessly aside as nobody wanted to risk staring too long and drawing the big man’s attention.

The bartender returned a moment later with his beer and her Cosmo. She pulled out the matching pink stirring straw and ran it over her tongue, tasting the drink tentatively, while Bull slipped a rather large bill into the woman’s hand. It was at least the third time he’d done that today, and Rachel couldn’t help but feel impressed. It was as if money didn’t matter to him. He’d already given away more on just this one night than she’d probably ever held. And he was spending it on her basically, in order to show her a good time.

Rachel jumped a little as his hand reached down to cup her behind firmly through the form hugging red dress, pulling her in tight as he brushed her lips. She flushed as he told her how awesome she looked, feeling a warm kind of glow as he seemed so genuinely pleased. Only a few hours ago she was hating this man with all her heart and now she badly wanted to see him smiling, to know that he was enjoying himself, which was to say enjoying her company. Following him across the club, she watched the pretty young couples on the dace floor in their hot clothes, grinding their tight bodies together, caressing each other with unveiled excitement and lust. She wondered if Bull would want to dance. She was afraid of being embarrassed yet it also looked like fun.

Sipping on her pink cranberry flavored cocktail, she nodded when Bull asked how she liked it. “It’s good. This place is really cool.” Her face reddened a little more as his big hand scooted up her leg and under the hem of her tight dress, sliding down deeper, causing her to wriggle in their seat. The thought of him touching her there while in public made her breath seize up a little, even though she knew nobody could see them back here and most everyone was far too distracted to care. Taking several more far longer drinks from her glass, leaving red imprints on the glass from her lipstick, Rachel licked her lips and looked up at Bull, reaching down to place her own small hand over his own, following it up few more inches before she shifted it towards his lap. Her eyes were curious, searching for approval, as she rubbed her small fingers gently across the front of his jeans.

“…I can keep up, Bull. Whatever…whatever you want to do. I just want us to have fun tonight…”
 
Bull wasn’t surprised that the young girl was nervous, but more than that he could see that she was enjoying herself. He hoped to keep her distracted and occupied so that she didn’t even question what was going on, that she stayed in the moment. He knew the alcohol would help, and if it didn’t warm her up, than the hand on her leg would. If Bull had any talent, and he thought he had a few, he knew how to manipulate the girls, to make them feel and do what he wanted. So as his newest little bitch looked at him with a stupid ass grin, he rubbed her leg, letting his finger’s trail between them. She telling him, she could keep up and do whatever he wanted, if she only fucking knew.

That is what I wanted to hear baby, I'm not going treat you like some stupid kid, like your mother did.

He said with a beer in one hand and while he other moved between her legs. Seemingly not bothered by where they were, and as if they were alone in the privacy of his home, he starts to rub her pussy through the soft thin fabric of her panties.

Spread your legs a little more.

Bull said over the top of the beer bottle, his voice almost drowned out by the music. A devilish grin on his face, he unrepentantly continued to rub her with one hand only the table blocking the view partially, though it was clear his hand was in her lap. The intent was to keep her aroused, to get her to think more and more of herself as a sexual thing. Sex, lust and love were powerful things, and something else for him to use on and against her. Like any young girl she wanted to be special, to have a guy, and Bull knew how to pour it on, and in this case press on. The finger pressing her panties into the soft folds of her nether region.

Are you having fun? Are you ready to have some more fun?
 
Rachel nodded wordlessly as Bull promised not to treat her like a kid, the implication making her blush just a little. She badly wanted him to think that she could keep up with him. This was admittedly all new but she’d always felt she was more mature than a lot of the girls her own age, anyways. She’d been essentially running the house and taking care of her little sister since she could walk, with her mother gone half the time and high whenever she was home. Just because she was technically underage didn’t mean she was mentally underage, at least not in her opinion. She could handle this. Rachel was an adult in all but name as far as she was concerned.

Bull’s big hands continued to rub between her soft inner thighs, and she sipped at her drink in an effort to hide how nervous that made her feel. She’d never even kissed anyone in public before today and now she was being felt up right under the table in a packed night club. Anyone could look over and guess what they were doing. No one did though, or if they guessed, they didn’t especially care. Most everyone seemed to be more focused on trying to score with their own dates or simply have a good time.

His fingers now pressing against the fabric of her panties, pushing it between her lower lips, Rachel bit the inside of her cheek, opening her legs as Bull asked. She gave up on her own efforts to reciprocate, and simply dug her the fingers of her free hand into the cushion seat. The warmth of his touch and his steady rubbing was already having a small effect, producing a slick wetness on the front of her panties, and without her really realizing it, the vodka in her Cosmo was combining with the wine from earlier to lower her inhibitions and render her fuzzy headed. “Y-y-yeah, I’m having fun… this…the club, place, it’s really cool… “ A little sharp inhale of breath punctuated the statement as he pushed a little deeper against hot mound. “I wanna have fun…more fun…definitely…”
 
The girl was trying to be posed as he worked his large hand between her legs. She was reacting just as he expected, trying to prove to him that she was old enough and mature enough for what was happening. The atmosphere in the club was perfect, it was a fucking meat market for young adults, and gave the impression that the sole purpose for being here was to rut like animals in heat. She could have been his daughter given her age, in fact most of the girls in here could be, but that didn't stop him from taking advantage of her, especially as her legs spread for him. Her tiny hips wiggling as his fingers delved into her young wet pussy, pressing the delicate fabric of her panties into the wet folds. The girl proclaiming her desire to have fun.

Good that’s what I wanted to hear.

Smiling, his finger slides under the edge of her panties, and starts to pull them down, extracting them from where they were embedded. He pulls them down till they fall about her ankles, the impediment to his efforts discarded. Panties weren’t necessary for a whore, leaving her open and exposed, easy to get at, which was exactly the way Bull wanted her. No need to have something that was going to get in his way of his plan. With the obstruction removed, his hand continued his efforts, running his fingers directly over and through her tiny little slit. He wanted to keep her aroused, to keep her on that sexual high, knowing the club was the perfect place for it.

Then you don’t need those panties anymore. You’re a grown up girl now.

Like tramp stamps, a girl without panties, was a fucking signal to every guy she was ready and willing. Nothing better for business than letting it be known you were available. Unfortunately it was hard to tell the sluts and whore apart, and nothing was worse or stupider than a slut, simply because they weren’t in his mind bright enough to charge for what they were giving away. Dumb cunts!

Come on let’s dance!

Bull extracts his sticky fingers from between her legs, and quickly licks them off before grabbing her, and leading her to the dance floor. Her panties discard under the table, he heads out onto the dance floor, to do some bumping and grinding.
 
Rachel couldn’t seem to remain still in her seat as Bull rubbed his big fingers against the front of her panties. Her face was nearly the same color as her drink when the fabric began to cling wetly to her moist lips, growing damper the longer he felt her up. “Bull…” she whispered, embarrassed, as he slid them down her thighs and tugged the band over the curve of her knees. Freed from that last obstacle they dropped down quickly, gathering around her ankles, visible just beneath the table to anyone who cared to see. Today had contained many many firsts for Rachel but being exposed this way in public was maybe the most immediately embarrassing. Her discomfort was obvious as she squirmed around atop the cushions, chewing on the end of the pink stirring straw in her drink, eyes cast down at the table so as not to catch anyone’s notice.

Bull quickly resumed his attentions though and soon she was being distracted by the friction of his index and middle finger pressing against her folds. A hiss escaped her lips as he brushed her clit with his teasing touches before eliciting a sharp gasp when he plunged them into her pussy. They emerged slick with her juices, strings of moisture running from her swollen labia to his blunt fingertips. Rachel bit down hard on her lower lip to keep herself from making further noises as he continued to play with her near virgin sex, so inexperienced until this afternoon. Already so much had happened…so much she didn’t realize she was missing…

“Wait, I… Bull…” she stammered as he licked his fingers clean and pulled her up from the table. Rachel wasn’t given much choice as his strength came into play, tugging her along. Extracting her heel hills from the bunched up clothe with some awkwardness, she left the panties on the floor, forgotten for the moment as they reached the dance floor. She had hoped they might, although now that they were actually about to do it, she felt nervous. Rachel had never actually danced in a club of course. Glancing at the other nearby women for example, feeling more than a little lightheaded from the wine and now vodka of her Cosmo, she began to sway to the thumping music, the tight curves of her body visible through the clingy red dress as she rubbed against him, blushing faintly. She didn’t want to get it wrong or look stupid. She just wanted to have fun like he said…to just be like these other hot girls…hot women…here tonight…
 
The girl voiced some concern or hesitation as he grabbed her and led her toward the dance floor. Like a feather in a storm, she could only ride along as Bull led her down to the flashing floor of the club, where people were gyrating about. Bull much like everything with her, didn’t really give he any choice or time to consider her options or question his intent, instead he took control of the situation and led her. Soon enough her little body was moving and swaying to the beat of the music, her outfit doing an excellent job of accentuating her feminine form. It was only the most fucked up of bitches that didn’t want the attention of men and didn’t mind showing off to do it. Bull didn’t understand how some girls actually thought holding out and waiting to marriage was going to do them any good, because the bitch that put out and took care of their men were the ones that got one. The only thing those stuck up self-righteous cunts got was another self-centered motherfucker. People wanted to suck, fuck and have a good time, it wasn’t normal to not enjoy it. And no matter what anyone said, good economy, bad economy, guys wanted cunt, and they were willing to pay for Bull or the guys like him who owned those cunts.

You look so fucking hot baby.

Bull half yelled over the loud music as she rubbed up against him. He held her about the hips as she moved letting her sway to the music, giving her the chance to enjoy her freedom. Moving with the music Bull dances with her, their bodies often joined at the hips as they bump and grind. It wasn’t actual sex, but it was as close as two people could get with their clothes on, and most of the girls didn’t have that much clothing on. The club was a fucking meat market, with a lot of prime grade pussy looking to show off and get fucked. The atmosphere of the place was exactly what Bull wanted, it lent well to his plans. The quicker he overwhelmed her with such things, the less likely it would be for her to leave or to think anything of it.

Do it girl! Show me how you're hottest sexiest bitch here.

Turning her around, he holds her about the waist and pulls her ass against his groin. His semi hard member wedging into the crack of her ass, as the throbbing beat of the music continues. Their motions were less a dance, and more stimulated sex, as he dry humped her on the dance floor. They weren’t alone or even unique as the girl next them had her legs wrapped around the waist of the guy and driving her lithe almost naked body down onto the guy. In some ways the dance floor looked like an orgy, only with clothed participants.
 
Rachel was anxious at first even as she pressed her barely clothed body up against Bull, trying to mimic the more fluid relaxed movement of the women around them. The thumping music and flashing strobe lights were making her head pound in conjunction with the alcohol but at the same time she felt more alive than she could remember. Her face was flushed and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, the energy of the club moving through her small frame. Eventually she found the rhythm and the nerves began to subside as she realized no one was watching them. Everyone was too busy enjoying themselves, enjoying each other, to care what they were doing.

Bull’s big hands clamped around her hips as she swayed back and forth, and Rachel brought her own hands down onto of them, trailing her fingers down her the edge of her shirt skirt and over her smooth youthful thighs. She tried to copy what the others were doing, wiggling her hips against him as he pressed his crotch flush against her own, letting her feel his warm hard erection through the fabric of his pants. Under her own flimsy dress she was wearing nothing, panties left somewhere back on the floor, and she may as well have been naked for all the barrier it offered. Some of the other dancers wore even less though, and instead of embarrassed she felt free and young and part of the real world for once. This was what it was like to live for once. To not be trapped in her cruddy home, taking care of her sister and drugged out mother. For once this was all about her having fun.

He spun her around, pulling her firm round behind towards him, grinding against her as she pressed herself backwards in return, arms reaching up so her hands could explore his neck, his face. Rachel rubbed herself against his hard chest, loving the feel of him, masculine in a way none of the boys she'd known came to close to matching. Rachel wanted him again she knew, wanted that feeling that had turned out to be so wonderful now that she understood it, understood him. He wasn't the bad guy. Not while making her feel this way. He couldn't be.

As the music slowed briefly, she turned back around, wrapping her hands loosely around his waist while looking up. “That was fun. I mean it. I…” Rachel paused, not wanting to remind him of just how young she was but unable to think very clearly with the booming music and lights. “…I've never done anything like this before. I’m… I’m really happy you…you took me out, Bull. You’re not what I thought, I mean… I really like you.” Her face flushed and her eyes flicked nervously away from him. “I’m a little tired though. I don’t know how much longer I can go…but…but… I mean, we’ll stay as long as you want. Only can I get another drink first?”
 
What was it about raising children, they were so quick to learn, and all you needed to do was give them the opportunity. Bull knew it, and with a guiding hand, any little girl could learn to be a good obedient whore, you just needed to know what to do. Plus Bull knew every girl was a whore at heart, you just needed to bring it out, and looking down watching this one dance he could see it already happening. She wasn’t even old enough to vote or drink, but she was grinding her ass against his cock like she was all grown up. So Bull enjoyed the music, the dance, and the tight buns of his new girl as she massage his cock with her ass. His words of encouragement met with renewed enthusiasm, as she tried her best to imitate the other sluts and cunts here that wanted attention.

You’re making me happy too baby!

And his dick too, as it became a little more engorged from her rhythmic dance upon it. What made it better was he wasn’t forcing her, she was doing it all of her own volition. Yes, he may have manipulated her to this point, but such things really didn’t matter, it was the results that mattered, and his cock already knew that the results were going to be more young tight pussy for it. She mentions how happy she was to be here and to be with him.

I’m happy you are here too. I want this to go on all night and never stop.

Then the young thing mentions that she’s getting tired, not an unexpected thing given her age and the normal type hours she probably maintained. With a smile he finishes the dance with her.

Come on, let’s get you another drink, and give you a moment to catch your breath.

He takes her to the bar and gets her another drink, and brings her back to a booth, not the one they left, as it already had someone at it. As he hands her the drink, he passes her over a small shiny blue pill.

Here take this, it will make you feel better, give you some energy.

He was ready for the normal fears first timers always had.

No its not crack or something like that, it just Ecstacy, it the thing everyone all take to stay up and party, it a designer made thing, so it’s okay.
 
Rachel followed Bull over to the bar, sticking close to his side, fingers pulling at the edge of her skirt where it had ridden up her thighs while dancing. The thought that she was wearing nothing under it brought another twinge of pink to her flushed cheeks. She wasn’t even sure where the panties she’d worn were at this point. Back at their booth somewhere, she supposed, although Rachel couldn’t remember the exact one Bull had picked. She was tired and the weariness had begun to show in her eyes as she seated her in a new booth.

“Thanks,” she muttered as he gave her the drink, taking a long sip from the fruity cocktail. Her head continued to sway slightly with the music, staring down at her hand as Bull pressed something small and blue into her palm. It was a tablet of some kind. Pretty almost, like a candy breath mint. “Oh. Ecstasy,” she replied after his explanation, as though she knew a great deal about such things. Rachel had certainly heard about it. It wasn’t supposed to be one of the bad ones. It wasn’t even addictive was it? She didn’t really know but there was no reason for Bull to give her anything dangerous. “Okay, I guess.” Dropping it on her tongue, she swallowed with another quick drink from her Cosmo, tasting nothing in particular but the hint of cranberry and vodka.

There was no immediate reaction as far as she could tell, and smiling at Bull, Rachel shrugged, continuing to nurse her drink. She would stay as long as he wanted of course. She wasn’t going to ruin his fun. After a few seconds, the young girl was resting her head against his muscular shoulder, gazing up at him happily with a silly grin on her face. Rachel never would have thought her day would end like this, here in a hot club having just had sex, amazing sex, with her mom’s…. No, forget that part. It didn’t matter anymore, she told herself. It was about them now.

“I do feel a little different maybe…” The music seemed a touch louder, the voices around them more distinct, and the weariness from before was starting to clear away as though she’d caught a second wind. Wrapping her hands around his arm, she purred, “Bull. Bull… You’re… I think you’re really sexy… like more than any guy I’ve ever met…” A giggle emerged from somewhere in her throat. “What do you want to do? Let’s keep having fun! You know how to have fun… I love it!” Squeezing herself more tightly against him, she seemed to be bouncing within in seat almost. “Should we keep dancing, or…or…” Another giggle as she reached for her drink, licking the droplets off her lips slowly, sensually she hoped as Bull watched. Oh, God, this was place was amazing. Had she said that out loud or only in her head. Rachel wasn’t sure so she said it again. “God, this place is amaaazing!”
 
The sweet young thing dutifully downed the pill with her drink, probably trying to make him happy. Bull knew it would make her happy, and it was always good to have control over the thing or things that made your bitches happy. Some guys like to beat the shit out of their whores, but Bull preferred to control them with drugs, and only hit them when it was absolutely required. Plus an addict would never turn in their dealer, but hit a bitch, and you could do time, serious time. Soon enough the girl was in motion, dancing in her seat, getting into the music while telling him how much she thinks he’s sexy. Smiling Bull again put his hand on her leg, as they sit there.

You’re fucking hot too baby! We should dance or what?

Trying to find out what she was about to say and didn't. Bull didn’t doubt with the strong beat of the music, her youthful age, the effects of the alcohol and Ecstacy that she was probably getting horny. Not counting that sex was a primary part of their relationship and he wanted her to know that, that her worth was based on it, only later would he expand that to include bringing him money for fucking. Young girl’s usually didn’t have great self-esteem, and he knew that they often latched on to a guy that showed them attention, and wanted them, it was just human nature.

This place is amazing, just like you are.

Bull leaned over and kisses her, his hand caressing her leg again, working its way every closer to her pussy no longer protected by panties. He planned this whole evening to keep her on a sexual and drug high, so that she enjoyed it so much that she would want it again and again. That was the key make them want more, make them come for, even beg for it. The large strong hand moves its way between her legs, again skillfully caressing her, as he pulls from the kiss, his hand stays.

I can’t keep my hands off of you. I fucking can’t get enough of you. I want you so fucking bad.

And as much as he was manipulating her, he wasn’t lying, Bull enjoyed his girls, especially the fresh young ones like her. It was a good thing that he was a pimp with his own over active sexual libido, plenty of pussy to go around.
 
“Yeah, we could dance some more, yeah,” Rachel replied, speaking more loudly in order to be heard over the thumping beat of the dance music while she smiled up at Bull. She didn’t really care what they did at this point. She just wanted to be near him. Whether it was the Ecstasy or she’d caught a second wind, Rachel had no idea, having little experience with drugs, but she didn’t feel dreamy or out of her head or anything, which is what she assumed being high must be like. Instead she felt excited and happy to be with Bull, happy that everything had happened the way it did so they could both be here together now.

“Mmmmm,” she purred as Bull’s lips pressed against her own, his big hand sliding along her bare leg. His touch felt so good that Rachel found herself not caring so much about how her dress rode up her thigh, the flimsy cloth bunching in such a way that she was nearly exposed from the waist down beneath the table. It didn’t matter right now though. His fingers were driving between her legs, the edges running over her lips, caressing her pink folds. “Oh, God…Oh, God…I want you too Bull…!”

He right hand reached down to touch his hand, pressing it more firmly against her moistening sex. Rachel seemed to melt back into her seat, panting shallowly, the tip of tongue pressing at the edge of her upper lip. It would not be hard for anyone glancing over to guess what was happening. Between the Ecstasy and the alcohol and the still electric feeling of Bull’s expert manipulations, the part of her brain that might normally care was no longer being heard. She felt on fire with want, for him, for it, everything seeming magnified in its intensity, from the music to the lights to what she was feeling in her body as he teased the edges of her clit.

“Please, Bull, it’s so good…you’re so good…” she muttered, wriggling around in the booth as he played with her pussy. “…tell me what you want me to do for you…”
 
Was she eager, shit yes, this bitch was eager. Bull smiled while he continued to play with her, enjoying how easy it was to manipulate the young girl into doing what he wanted. He’d fucking raped her and her she was now spreading her legs hoping he would give her more attention, funny how the world worked. The thing purred as his finger plunged between her legs, telling him how much she wanted him. Good thought Bull, as that’s exactly what he wanted to hear, knowing that the drugs and his efforts were having the desired effect on her. He brought her as close to the edge of relief as his skilled hand could without letting her go over.

You want to do something for me, then come on.

And just as quickly the hand that had been between her legs withdrew. He pulled his pussy slicken fingers from between her legs and slipped from the booth grabbing her hand so he would be forced to follow. That her skirt was too high or her pussy wet, or even she had no underwear was of no concern of Bull’s. It was time to see if she really could live up to her words, and do what he wanted. Not that she could really resist him, but it was so much easier to deal with a willing piece of pussy than an unwilling one. With her in tow, he walked toward an area just off the bar and dance floor the only indicator of what was in that direction, was a sign labeled, ‘Restroom’. Bull’s large hand easily engulfing her tiny little thing, as he led her to the darken hallway. Though not as well lit as the flashing lights of the club, this hallway was occupied by quite a few people. Now most where just hanging out or making out or even buying and using drugs. While a few had intentions of using the facilities that were at the end of the hallway most didn’t. Not slowing Bull walked by the various groups and made his way to the bathrooms. Now normally bathrooms were divided by the sex, but no one here seemed to be paying any attention, there weren’t even really doors, but more of a partition that you walked around that opened to the sink areas, and beyond were stalls, such that there was still some privacy. Bull just picked one, and with him went Rachel. Even in here there were groups of people hanging out, talking as this place offered some damper to the loud music of the club, while others were clearly snorting something off the stone counter near one of the sinks. No one seemed to care about their appearance together in bathroom, or that Bull and Rachel saw them doing something inappropriate. Bull pulled the tiny thing into him, as he pressed her against one of the counters, taking a moment to enjoy her one more time, before he broke the kiss, though his hands never let go of her.

You ready for more?
 
Rachel continued to pant shallowly as Bull plunged his finger into her moist slit, using the wetness to tease her overly sensitive clit. She had to bite her cheek just to keep from crying out. It was too much all at once for her to take in and make any kind of sense of things. So many of the things she was doing here were wrong she knew on some level. They were things that, if asked only a few hours ago, she would have denied ever wanting. The effects of the Ecstasy and the alcohol and the constant stimulation had quieted that part of her mind thought. She was acting almost entirely by impulse now. Doing whatever felt good, letting herself be led by Bull, who seemed to know so much more about all of this than she did.

When he asked her if she wanted to do something for him, she nodded rapidly, soft auburn hair bobbing atop her slim bare shoulders. When he dragged her from the booth, Rachel didn’t struggle, although she did pull awkwardly at her skirt, fighting to cover herself as they swept across the dance floor. It clung awkwardly to her hips though and she was left mostly exposed, particularly from behind, the edges of her small curvy behind showing from under the wrinkled red dress as they slipped into a darkened hallway. Her mind raced while they passed countless strange faces, their voices mingling with the music to make one loud indecipherable barrage of sound.

Reaching the bathroom, Rachel immediately took in the other occupants, sniffing white powder up their noses and talking amongst themselves, laughing too loudly, but paying their arrival little mind. She gasped as Bull pushed her against the counter, pulling her into his big imposing frame as he planted a long deep kiss onto her mouth, her lips separating to allow his tongue to glide inside again. He asked if she was ready for more and her face darkened into a bright glowing red. Did he mean right here? In a bathroom? With everyone around them? It made her feel dirty to even think about it. Only the lowest of sluts would allow herself to be fucked in some dingy club restroom. The girl Rachel had been that morning knew that and would have been appalled.

She was still there but her voice was distance. Another voice had taken over and it wanted Bull. It wanted everything he had to give. His electrifying touch, his promise of sex, and most of all his approval. Running her small hands up over his hips and along his broad back, she nodded, answering breathily, “I’m… I’m ready… I…I want it, you…Bull…”
 
He’d asked if she was ready for more, and she responded very affirmatively, clearly knowing that this would lead to something sexual. She could have flinch away, or asked for them to go someplace else, but she didn’t and that was good. He liked seeing her give in to her desires and his wishes. Still she was a young girl, not totally used to such things, so he’d have to lay it on a little thick so she knew it was okay.

Oh baby I want it too, I want you so bad.

Bull never lets his hands stop moving over her young ready body. He kept this attentions up, as he they briefly kissed and talked, both of them in their own world. Over the years he’d seen some crazy shit in these clubs going on, from drugs to sex to more, so he wasn’t worried. Still he didn’t want to spook her, but from the way she was reacting, he felt his chances were better than good, and what better time to start pushing things. Plus there were other reasons to keep ramping this up, for if she was going to be turning tricks for him, she was going to have to get by any hang ups she had for those things got in the way of being a good earning whore. There weren’t many places to fuck in a restroom or to have any fun, the counter, the bathroom stall, that was about it. Not that he cared, and in fact the semipublic nature of it suited his purposes well, for his bitches should learn to take cock where ever the opportunity arose, especially if it was paying prick or his.

I can’t fucking wait, you got me so turned on.

Picking her easily up, he lifts her, and walks over to the one of the larger stalls, set aside for wheelchairs that every business had, though he’d never seen one used that way in a club. With her easily suspended, he pushes in the door with his foot, and plops her down on the toilet, which luckily had the seat down. Smiling, he just turns and closes the metal door, barely paying attention if he secured the lock or not, as that wasn’t of any importance, as the only thing that mattered was right in front of him.

Oh baby do I have something for you.

Without ceremony, he just reaches into his tight jean and pulls out his semi full cock, that hung down past his hand, right in front of her.
 
Rachel stared up into Bull’s face, soaking in his words as he told her how much he wanted her, hands roaming her body eagerly, the tight skimpy dress she wore little barrier to his warm rough touch. The other occupants of the restroom didn’t seem to be paying them very much mind, finishing their powdery lines as they chatted amongst each other. The few curious glances they did draw didn’t linger long upon noting Bull’s size, and Rachel likely wouldn’t have noticed if they had. Her pupils were already slightly dilated and her breathe rapid. The room might have been spinning like a top and it would been lost on her in her current state. She only had eyes for the man directly in front of her as he planted teasing little kisses on her lips and neck, leaving her gasping and moaning low.

He lifted her away from the counter and reflexively she wrapped her slender arms and legs around him, letting him carry her into one the stalls. The door banged as he kicked it open then placed her down on the stool. It had the same cold impersonal look of any public bathroom, cleaner than most, but there were still loose sheets of toilet paper on the floor and the pipes were visible behind her on the wall. The thought of doing something sexual here brought a blush seeping back into her face as she looked around dully, seeming to finally truly notice where they were and feeling dirty at the idea of being the kind of girl who'd allow this to happen. The embarrassment was distance to her other emotions though, more compelling ones right now, like the desire to make Bull like her and the insistence warmth between her legs.

Bull hooked his fingers into his pants and drew out his his cock, which looked huge even without being fully erect, thick and veined. Her tongue ran along the back of her teeth as she looked from it to him, mouth feeling suddenly dry as she understood what he expected. It had already happened twice today, once in the bedroom and then again in the shower. Tasting the vodka and cranberry on her lips, a bright popping pink from the gloss she wore, Rachel reached out to wrap her small hand around the base, bringing her head in closer until the engorged tip was close enough to lick. Her moist pink tongue circled it slowly before widening her mouth, taking the few inches of his length, gently sucking him as though he was candy, something sweet and refreshing, rather than tasting of salty cum and sweat. All the while her soft brown eyes stared up at him, clearly seeking his approval and praise, his further instruction.
 
The hot little thing hung on as he carried her to the bathroom stall. Setting her down and pulling out his dick, which would have offended any normal or decent girl, but this sweet innocent thing was in a drug haze and being manipulated by a master, and probably so horny she couldn’t or wouldn’t say or protest in the slightest, which was exactly what Bull wanted. The more he did this kind of thing, the less she would questioned it or even give it a second thought, plus it reinforced her new self-image he wanted of her as a sexual object. She hesitated for a moment, but only a moment, before her small hand reach out to take over holding his cock. Soon enough her hand was joined by her mouth, as his bulging head slipped between her teenage lips. She looked up at him, and he knew exactly what she needed.

That’s it baby; you know how to make a man happy. Suck on it baby, get it hard.

Bull smiled in appreciation and because he knew she was ever closer to being his little whore. His large hand affectionately strokes her hair as she applied her mouth to his growing member.

You like it don’t you? You like sucking, you like fucking don’t you? It’s okay baby, some girls are just like that, and I like a girl that loves dick, especially when she loves my dick.

Bull didn’t rush her; he wanted her to adjust, to get used to this, to again reinforce her new image, where her worth was based on her ability to please him.

Plus you are so hot looking with my cock in your mouth. You’re just a natural born little cocksucker. You got talent.

Sometime other guys would tell ask him, if the bitches were that fucking stupid, that they didn’t see through all his bullshit and he would just smile, because he knew it’s what they wanted to believe. The more they wanted to believe something, the more they ignored the realities, truth and deceived themselves. His bitches loved him, it was for the most of them the first time in their miserable lives someone cared or noticed them, starved for affection, they’d jump at the chance, even if it meant being whored out. Their friends or even family might warn them, but they were doing it for him which was all that mattered. And if they ever figured it out, there were so hooked that it didn’t matter, they couldn’t leave.

Look at me sexy and tell me you want it, tell me you want me to fuck you.
 
Through the stall’s door, Rachel could hear people moving in and out of the restroom even over the lewd wet sounds of her sloppy blowjob. Part of her was happy to see Bull smiling and hear his glowing praise. This is what he’d obviously wanted and she must be getting better at it judging by his response. That same praise also embarrassed her though. Rachel wasn’t sure wanted to be the kind of girl that ‘loves dick’ and her face burned hotly as he called her a ‘natural born little cocksucker’. If not for the fuzziness of her thoughts from the mix of the alcohol, Ecstasy, and desire, she might have protested. She wasn’t just some slut. She didn’t sleep around, she’d been a virgin until this morning, she got good grades, all of this was completely new, something like this, sucking a man’s cock seated atop a public bathroom toilet, it wasn’t her normal behavior.

Rachel did enjoy the feel of his big hand stroking her hair though, his expression almost tender as she bobbed up and down on his thick length. Her soft pink tongue flicked against his cock, rubbing along its smooth flesh, tasting him as she sucked. She pushed aside her doubts and second thoughts, simply focusing on the moment itself, feeling him growing harder by the second. He said something about how hot she looked and Rachel stared up at him with her large brown eyes wide and trusting in her current hazy state. It felt like as long as Bull was here she wouldn’t really get in trouble. It was as if they were alone, even with all the other people around. No one would dare give him any trouble and that meant she was protected as well. That was a nice feeling to have for the first time in her life. To know that someone was looking out for her and wouldn’t let anything bad happen.

Pulling back slowly on his cock, it exited her mouth with a slick pop, tendrils of saliva stretching from the tip to glossy lips. Rachel ran her tongue slowly over their surface, glancing past his broad muscular chest to his smiling face. Between her legs her pussy would have been soaking through her panties if not for the fact he’d removed them earlier. There was nothing really left in his way except the tiny red dress she wore, already bunched up on her hips. “I want…I want it, Bull. I want you to fuck me…” Her voice was breathy and low, but in the enclosed stall it sounded louder, carrying over them. “…here…right now…fuck me, please.”
 
Was he making progress? Fuck here he was with the same little girl that her mother had sold for drugs to him, as she was willingly sucking his cock and asking to get fucked in some restroom. Her tiny hand stroking his slick length, as she looked up at him, the way she looked at him, he could tell she wanted to please him. That was good all of his whores had to learn how to make him happy. He reached down, pulling her up, letting his thick man snake slip from her hand and hang between his legs as he flipped her around so she was facing one of the ubiquitous metal walls of the bathroom stall, till he pushed her against it.

Stick that sex little ass out for me baby. Show me that hot little pussy of yours that you want fucked.

More and more he wanted to treat her as a sexual object to be used. Constantly reminding her what it was about her that he or any other man wanted. Making her more comfortable with her sexuality, and making it something that was special about her. Teaching her to use her body to please and gratify him then later other men. Reward her every time she did so, so she sought out sex as a way of getting compliments, praise and accolades. Probably her mother and everyone around her either ignored her or put her down, teachers not caring, her starving for affection, and he would make sure she got it, while he collected the money from all the guys wanting to fuck some young teenage pussy.

You know how to make a guy happy, you know what it takes.

Bull helped lift her short skirt, while his other hand held the member she had so diligently been sucking on. He hand moved to that the slick tip of it rubbed her inner leg, teasing her as he waited for her to comply.

Arch that back.

He runs the tip up between her legs.

Oh you are so fucking wet. Now that’s one horny little pussy you have there, isn’t baby? Come one you can slide that tight little cunt onto my cock.

Bull held it out for her, so she could back up onto his dick. He wanted her to contribute, to participate so later she remembered later it was of her own doing and desire, and not just something forced upon her. The more he made such slutty behavior the norm, the less she would question it. Even if it was his job, he didn’t mind using her and breaking her in, till she was a nasty little whore.
 
Rachel took a quick sharp breath as Bull easily lifted her back onto her heels and made her face the wall. The metal was dented in spots and there were scratches where previous had written lewd phrases into the surface. She could make ‘fuck’ and ‘slut’ and similar words, cheeks flushing a deeper pink. What was she doing? What was she doing? The urge to race out the door was there, but then Bull’s voice sounded in her ears, giving her instructions, and it was so much easier to simply follow them instead. She was doing this for him, that was all, she told herself. It was a special thing just between them. It was probably more fun for Bull because it was risky, and she did want him to like her, to enjoy her company, even if she was so much younger. She wanted to feel him again too…

Bracing his hands across the cool metal, she bent partially at the waist, pressing her behind back until she felt his wet cock brush against her leg. Rachel’s breathing was heavy as she felt him rolling up her skirt, rubbing himself along the soft white flesh of her inner thigh. Arch your back, he said, and biting down on her on the inside of her lip, she thrust her chest forward, resting her forearms against the stall as she took up the uncomfortable position he requested, bowing in the center so that her round firm ass was even more pronounced. “Like that, Bull?” she whispered, feeling the tip move further up her leg, leaving a trail of pre-cum as it inched towards her glistening pussy.

Rachel’s flush carried down to her neck as he pointed out just how wet she’d gotten, joking about her horny pussy. There was a slight smile on her lips as well though. She could tell by his voice that he liked it, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Following his instructions, she bent herself further, pushing herself backwards until she felt his cock pressing into her eager cunt. A slow shuddering gasp sounded from her mouth as she impaled herself on his thick length, taking all but the last few inches, encasing him within her warm slick walls. “Yes,” she moaned, voice just loud enough to fill the stall, “It is. Please, Bull…now? I want you so bad… I want you to fuck me like before, like earlier… I need you.”
 
Bull smiled as the young woman pushed out her ass, rubbing her slick pussy against the bloated head of his cock, even asking if she was doing it right. It always amazed him how easy it was to turn little girls into little whore, all you had to do was bring out the natural slut that lied in all bitches. Some guys knew how to get pussy, while dumb fuckers that put their bitches on pedestals and worshiped them, and wondered why they weren’t getting any, they just didn’t understand women. They were the same dumb fucks that pined after some cunt, did all the nice things for her, only to watch her leap into bed legs spread for some asshole. No matter what they said, or what they mother warned them, over and over again, they all wanted to be used, the more badass the guy was the wetter they got.

Oh you’re doing it right baby; rub that little hungry hole against my dick, swallow that fucking cock with that tight pussy of yours.

The little slut mounted his cock, pushing her dripping twat onto his turgid length. He smiled wider as she gasped out “Yes”, knowing that she not only would she be addicted to the drugs he supplied, but the big old cock he had between his legs. Almost grinning as she impaled the fleshy rod into her needy hole. The young thing confessing her desire to be fucked, and Bull being the gentleman he was, accommodated the soon to be whore by applying his massive steely length to her juicy pussy.

Oh fuck YES!

Bull groaned as he fucked her from behind, pressing her body against the metal wall, his hips rhythmically stroking his length in and out of her. Plowing his cock as deep as it would go, filling ever bit of her pussy, stretching it out around his thick girth. Anyone in the restroom would soon hear the repetitive thumps of his pistoning of her pussy with his dick. Bull didn’t care if anyone heard or even watched, that was irrelevant as he took and used his property, for she was now his property. Fucking one of his bitches with even with one of his other whores around didn’t trouble him, it just let the cunts know who was in charge, plus most of the time there were more jealous that he wasn’t giving it to them. Over the years he’d seen the bitches fight over being with him, even while he was making them turn tricks or feeding them drugs.

Take that fucking cock.

He said as he started to pound her, her tiny body trapped between the cold metal wall and his large frame, her small body impaled on his cock. Bull wasn’t the gentle touchy feely type, but he did know how to fuck, and his skilled cock did just that.

You going to make me happy, you’re going to Bull’s horny little slut.
 
“Ah! Ah…” sounded the short sharp cries from Rachel as bull began to fuck her. There was a twinge of a pain that came from him shoving his full thick length into her still near-virgin pussy, but the pleasure that came with it quickly took over. He filled her completely and her tight walls hugged his shaft like a velvet sleeve as he began to find a rhythm, warm and wet and excited. What little rational thought remained in Rachel’s head after the vodka cocktails and the Ecstasy tablet was soon fucked out of her by Bull’s well practiced cock until she was living entirely in the moment, panting and moaning with his every fresh thrust.

Sandwiched between the hard wall of the stall and his equally unyielding frame, Rachel was pressed up against its surface, balancing on her arms as her fingers splayed out and her breasts flattened slightly, nipples hardening at the touch of the cool metal. The crude slapping of their flesh filled both their ears and the way her small body was being rocked by Bull’s rough but experienced motions caused the wall to shake slightly, the rivets that held it bolted to the ground rattling. At least it seemed rough to Rachel, but this was only her third time. To him it was likely still fairly tame, although she would undoubtedly find out in time just what he liked and expected from a girl. It was enough to leave her moaning, and she knew all these sounds must be audible to the people outside the stall, a fact which deepened her flush but didn’t make her want to stop, not now.

And nobody cared, she told herself. Everyone was here to have fun. That’s all they were doing right now. When the first tremor of her orgasm was felt, Rachel cried out, knowing it would be heard through the stall doors and not caring. The arch of her back grew deeper and she tossed back her head as she gasped, soft brunette tresses falling over her glistening back in chocolate waves. It was maybe the best she’d experienced yet and she’d had it in a public restroom, Rachel realized dimly. When she was finished and warm afterglow set in, she rested there panting, knowing he would cum inside her as he had done at the house and his apartment. That thought still scared her a little, but at the moment her mind was too gone to care much about anything that didn’t involve pleasure and Bull’s cock . Maybe he could get her the pill and then it wouldn’t matter. They could fuck as much as they wanted without risk, and she couldn’t imagine ever not wanting to be with him when it felt this good.

When he slipped free, she turned around, still catching her breath as she wrapped her arms around him, his now slick length pressing against her belly, likely staining her dress. She wanted to say it, because she felt it, but knew it was too soon. He would think her ridiculous, a silly infatuated little girl, and it was important to her that he not view her that way. Resting her head against his chest, she murmured, “Thank you Bull… thank you for taking me out, for taking me away from there…for…” For showing her what it was like to actually live and have fun for maybe the first time in her live. And most of all for making her feel wanted and desired.
 
It was always amazing how much of the doubt, chaos and worries these bitches had, was solved by some dick. Shit they could be screaming, yelling, cursing his very name and as soon as he got his cock in them, they were moaning and begging for more, while apologizing for being a bitch. Just like this little slut he had his prick buried in, she was giving it up like a good little whore, nothing mattered more to her than the pleasure her little fuckhole was getting. The sound of their bodies coming together added to the cacophony of sounds already in the restroom, even from the small thing pinned between the metal wall and Bull massive bulk, came ever louder moans of pleasure.

Come on slut, cum for me, cum on my cock.

It was bit rougher, a bit more crude and vulgar than before, and that was on purpose. Bull didn’t fuck nice girls, he fucked whores, and they all needed to know it. When she came, the tightness of her cunt milked his cock, till he joined her in the throes of pleasure. His large cock shoots its thick viscous load into her wanton hole. Finally his spent man snake slipped from her as they slowly came down from the orgasmic high, each of them trying to capture their breath. There was some commotion in the restroom, but in their little metal space it was irrelevant as the little girl thanked him for fucking her and taking her out.

Oh don’t worry baby, we’re going to take care of each other. You’re my girl now.

Again he was rewarding her for being a slut, and giving her compassion and love she so desperately needed. Purposely reinforcing the new image he was making for her. Even now he now as he gently and softly stroked her hair and held her, his very ample load of cum starting to slip from her cunt. The ruckus in the restroom got louder as someone was clearly asking people to leave, and telling them to get their shit. Bull ignored the commotion, as he concentrated on his new little whore. He moved her so she could again sit on the toilet seat, and he could feed his spent cock to her hot little mouth. Feeding his dick to her mouth, he heard the metal door open as some fuck decided to interrupt his business.

What the fuck! This stalls full asshole.

He said in his usual commanding gruff fashion. Bull’s hand on her head guided her back to his spent length.

Security!

Someone says from just outside the stall. Bull’s not even slowing down, seemingly unbothered by the interruption.

Hey I’m busy in here.

Bull says hoping to appease the guy, as he didn’t know who this fuck was, and why he was trolling the restroom. Must be some fucking new guy that thought he was supposed be Mr. Responsibility.
 
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