Chasing Chance: A Tale of City and Secrets

Chance is 14 years old and daddy calls him a motor-mouth. Anyways, one day, daddy told me to get ready, we were going to the city. I love the city. There's so much stuff there. I took my shower, and when I came out, daddy had put clothes on the bed to wear. It was white ankle socks with lace around the top, my Wonder Woman panties, a sleeve-less undershirt, white blouse, and brown skirt that's so short, if I bend over you can see my butt. This was weird 'cuz that's the clothes I wear when Daddy and me play our games. But I didn't say nothing.

We went to a part of the city I never seen before. daddy drove behind a block of buildings and into a little warehouse like thing. A man pulled down the door behind us. Before we got out, daddy told me, "Listen. You don't have to do anything you don't want to today. Or if you start and can't finish, that's okay, too. Just say so. Understand?"

I said I did, but, really, I didn't.

Then he said, "But if you do it and can't finish, we will leave here with a lot of money. Enough that I can buy you that bike you've been wanting."

Wow! I knew exactly what bike he meant. It was a pink, five speed mountain bike with a headlight and tail light, and a leather bag behind the seat. I saw it every day in the window of the bike shop. But it cost a lot. And daddy had been laid off work and "money was tight."

Whatever he wanted me to do, I was gonna at least try.

We got out of the car and the man who closed the door looked at me. He was fat and bald on top with dark hair on the sides and back and he was real old. At least fifty.

He looked at daddy and nodded.

We followed him up a couple of steps into a messy office, with papers all over the desk and boxes on chairs. He kept going into another room.

When I went in, I stopped. I never seen a place like this. It was a small shop, but there were rows and rows of racks with books that had pictures of naked women and girls doing naughty stuff. And there were cases that had things that looked like men's penises; all different sizes and colors. There was what looked like big plastic bullets and other stuff I didn't know what they were for.

At the other end of the shop, there were six men: four white men and two black men. Daddy told me, "First, I want you to go get up there and take off all your clothes."

My eyes got big, and I just stood there for a second, but then I thought about the bike. I walked over and one of the black men lifted me up on the stage. It was small and had carpet on it.

I could tell from the clothes they had on, the men were all rich. They also seemed nervous. That made me feel better.

I took off my shoes and socks, then started to unbutton my blouse. I did it slow 'cuz Daddy likes it when I take off my clothes slow. He called it "teasing".

When my blouse was off, I put the leather bag behind the seat, and then started to suck it out.

I sat on the stool and rested. daddy opened the door and asked in a worried voice, "Are you okay?"

After a second, I smiled and said, "I did 'em all!"

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