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Ellie-May gets interviewed for a job but just wants to fuck around

... Lieutenant Parker of the Police Department, “See what I tell you, Fourteen years old.” “Fuck you Paw, I’m eighteen,” Ellie-May snapped, “Hell I got a driver’s license!” “Hey we had a deal!” her Pa snapped before his brain engaged. “So what gives Mr Jenkins?” Lt Parker asked, “Not quite your usual style, white trash?” “Trying the merchandise,” I said casually, “I reckon this little lady will make a mighty fine company whore.” “You know that paying an unlicensed whore is a felony in this state?” Lt Parker asked. “Sure, first off I ain’t paid, second I’m getting her registered and fourth I’m getting myself registered as her pimp.” “Missed out third,” Eli the brightest retard if the bunch observed. “You got whore forms?” I asked knowing Lt Parker always carried a wad in his back pocket. “It’s possible,” he said, and he found one, so there we all was crammed in my bedroom, me in my pants, Ellie-May naked as the day she were born, and signing forms and everything, I even paid the man. “Right,” said her Pa, “You treat her right you hear?” “And you pay me eighty dollars every time you fuck her ass,” I reminded him. “Hell Paw, you never said about that,” another look a like retard complained, “You said Jenkins would pay a mint to hush this up!” “Shut your rattle boy,” the father snapped back, “Looks like we been fucked over by the Jenkins again.” They went away, the front door was broken up, so I jammed it with the coffee table, there wasn’t enough food for breakfast for both of us so ...

... Ellie-May just ate it all, which sorted that problem and then she asked, “This job as company whore?” “I was joking,” I said, “Ok?” “Hey that’s not fair!” she snapped. “I just want you for my whore, so I can fuck you bareback when I want,” I explained, “Not a girlfriend you understand, you’re just a cunt on legs ok?” “What, so how do I make money?” she asked, “If I can’t fuck no one else?” “I pay a weekly wage, take it or leave it,” I said, “But first off you better get your stuff, get the guys round to fix the door, and do something about my hard on.” “You tricked me, you ain’t got no intention of pimping me out have you?” Ellie-May sighed. “So,” I said, “I tricked you, maybe I just want a slave, deal with it.” She just stood there open mouthed, “Gee.” “Someone to fuck when I need to,” I said, “When I want to, any time I want to.” “What about what I want?” she demanded. “Tough,” I snapped back, “Whores dont get to choose when they fuck, that’s why I need a whore, so what do you say?” “Guess I don’t have no choice,” she replied. “No, I guess you don’t,” I agreed. “I ain’t washing your smalls,” she insisted. “I don’t want you to!” I insisted. “So what do I do all day?" she asked. “Look pretty, fuck when I want,” I explained, “It ain’t rocket science.” “But I can’t just do nothing,” she said. “Maybe I could get you a web cam and wank off for preverts?" I suggested. “What really?" she gasped. “Gee Mr Jenkins,” she said, “You’re the best!” “Eli,” I offered. “Hell Mr Jenkins your ...