Laid neatly on the bed was a short sleeved blouse, a push up bra, a gray A-line mini skirt, over-knee white socks, a white cotton thong and flat black shoes. Plus hair bands. Parker shuddered. Maybe she should just go to bed. And risk being dragged out by her hair. And feeling Daddy's belt kissing her already tender buttocks.
So Parker, the little whore, showered and dressed, then put on makeup. Bright red lipstick, mascara and heavy eyeliner. She pulled her hair into two pigtails. She stood up and undid all but one of her blouse buttons. Parker calmly appraised herself in the mirror. A pervert's fantasy schoolgirl. She took a deep breath and set off downstairs.
Her father had clearly been waiting. He gave her a peck on the cheek and squeezed a bare buttock. Parker suppressed a cry.
Mitch Ellison was a tax attorney. He had a small, lucrative private practice. His client base was small; several "family firms" based in Las Vegas. They all had large amounts of tax that they preferred not to pay and Mitch saved them a fortune every year. Some of what Mitch did was completely legal.
The families, upstanding citizens all, were keen supporters of democracy. Mitch facilitated their discreet donations to select politicians and judges.
Parker followed her father to the basement. There, within the fog of cigar smoke sat six heavily built middle aged men. Parkers smiled sweetly, did a little bob and twirl and set about her task as an attentive waitress. With practised skill Parker replaced empty beer bottles and kept bowls of chips full. If signalled, Parker would produce a tiny alabaster tray on which she had expertly laid out two lines of the finest cocaine. Parker politely declined the offer of a line for herself. She was careful always to stand close to the table and bend forward deeply, back and legs kept straight. Some men liked her to perch on their knee and either keep quiet or complement the man on his gambling skill. It was considered bad etiquette to openly maul Parker's bounteous breasts. Touching her tight teen twat was quite acceptable as long as it was done discreetly under the table. Every so often one of the players would announce that he needed some air and excuse himself. No comment was made when Parker left the room a few seconds later. There was a small den in the basement and there Parker would apply "corporate hospitality" with her talented tongue. She always swallowed. Occasionally Parker was required to remove her blouse and bra and drip some baby oil down her cleavage. Sometimes a basic hand job was adequate.
Mitch was always careful to avail himself of his daughter only after his guests had left. That night the Italian gentlemen's limos arrived just after four. Mitch was buzzing and priapic. He had Parker do a slow strip in the kitchen. He was much taken by the red marks on Parker's behind and even more so by her newly pierced genitals. He had her perch on the counter and spread her legs wide. Parker had been warned not to let anyone suck on the rings for a month. She asked Mitch not to lick her slit. He merely took both rings between his teeth and pulled. Parker screamed and begged him to stop. Her mother's TV got a lot louder. Mitch was impressed by how stretchy Parker was.
Next she was made to drape herself across the breakfast counter. Mitch took her up the ass without any lubrication. Parker screamed even louder. She failed to relax her sphincter and tore. The blood at least lubricated Mitch's plunging cock. Parker had sensibly emptied her bowels earlier. Mitch pounded his little girl and she sobbed quietly. Finally her rectum was filled with seed for the second time that day. Mitch had Parker lick her blood off his cock.
"Reminds me of when I popped your cherry," he laughed.
Parker waddled to bed, a large glass of ice in one hand. Her mother had turned her TV down again. Parker laid some towels on her bed and lay on top of them. She had squeezed several ice cubes between her buttocks and the fire in her asshole gradually subsided.
Parker fell into a fitful sleep and awoke at midday. The house was silent. She got out of bed and fell to her knees. God, her ass hurt. The last time it had hurt that much was when she had been....well....kicked by a horse. Her pussy was only marginally less painful. Parker shuffled around to the mirror, on all fours and by craning her neck could see four livid red marks on her buttocks and upper thighs. When she pulled her butt cheeks apart, her normally milk chocolate colored starfish was purple and puffy. Her labia, normally dark pink, were an angry red. By using a hand mirror she could see that her dad had turned the neat little holes in her flaps into reddened slits. There was dried blood on the surrounding skin. The piercing man had laughed when he told her that genital piercings rarely got infected.
"You'll be washing them pretty regularly, girl. With sterile liquid."
Parker's bladder was full to bursting. She crawled to the bathroom and duly washed her labia with concentrated urine. Her kidneys seemed to have produced sulfuric acid as she slept. Parker wailed.
Once she had stopped hyperventilating, Parker limped slowly downstairs to get more ice. She helped herself to more Dilaudid and went back to bed. She fashioned a makeshift diaper that held the ice against both her abused orifices. Parker was soon asleep again. She woke again at six and did another agonising pee. She put on an old T-shirt and hobbled downstairs to get more ice and a drink. Her mother walked in and looked at Parker as if the girl had just crawled from beneath a stone.
"My God Parker. You look disgusting. What would happen if I brought a client home? For God's sake have a shower and do your hair."
For the first time in ages, the woman made Parker cry. Mrs Ellison made no attempt to console her daughter. Considering Francesca Ellison's Sicilian roots, she was icy cold.
As Parker returned to her bedroom her cell rang. It was Stacey. Parker broke down and sobbed incoherently. Stacey was at Parker's house in fifteen minutes. She took one look at her friend and bustled her into her mom's old Buick. She did not even let Parker get changed.
