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The Scum Score Again

Our van rolled into the city in search of a good place to set up shop. By setting up shop, I mean finding a decent place to run our usual Model Agency scam. Somewhere we could con some mothers out of money for modeling lessons for their daughters. We kept a supply of drug-laced brownies on our desk as a show of hospitality and to dull the mothers' senses so they'd be easier to con. The con was good for about $6,000 per week. Plus, every couple of weeks we got a bonus: fucked a mom, a daughter or both (without permission of course). Chad, at the wheel, complained that he just wanted a fast fuck. Pete agreed. I said we needed to score some cash first. So we looked for a nearby school to set up shop. Finally we spotted a school: Springville Junior High. It was next to a Dunkin' Donuts and a mall. Junior highs are good because the moms are usually still young enough to look hot and they're not so careful with their money. We parked in the Dunkin' Donuts parking lot and put out our sign: MODELS Wanted Top Model Agency Chad and Pete kept insisting they needed a fuck. Real bad! I sighed and said, “Ok. We'll scam one mom then go downtown and find some drunk bitch. Ok?” Not ok. These guys whine so much. Obviously I was going to get no peace and quiet until they got a good fuck. So, I said, “Wanna go downtown now? Too early in the day to find a good drunk.” Chad said, “Hell no. Let's just fuck one of these bitches from the school. I want cherries.” Pete agreed. That settled things. ...

... We'd lure a couple of young chicks from the junior high, take them somewhere quiet and private, and fuck the shit out of them. Sounded like a nice way to spend the morning. We discussed our plan of action: simple, grab them and get the hell outta there. No need to even bother with the brownies. It was 8:45am so we watched the school girls and boys arriving at school. We figured no one would come to our door until mid-morning break. We were wrong. Bored, I glanced out the window. A couple school girls came out of Dunkin' Donuts munching on, what else, donuts. One noticed our sign and nudged the other girl. They both looked, whispered together a moment, and headed toward our door. I called to Chad and Pete, “Incoming” One of the girls was a blond with shoulder length hair. She wore a knee-length red skirt, yellow blouse and a blue windbreaker. She carried a backpack on her back. Didn't seem to have much upfront, I mean not much in the way of tits, but she looked like her cherry must still be available. The other one looked Asian. She wore clunky glasses, a blue skirt to mid-calf, white blouse, and a red windbreaker. She carried a Hello Kitty backpack in her hand. Again not much in the way of tits but, a girl as nerdy as this one looked, almost certainly still had her cherry. I grinned and told the guys, “Two cherries.” Then I dug out my bottle and swallowed a load of Viagra. A soft knock on the door. Chad picked up some rags to use as gags and some rope. Pete licked his lips. I ...