Ray Todd - Dirty little girl

"Just get fucked by a big delicious cock," she giggled excitedly.

When Libby's money started coming in, the five friends moved into a new apartment with a private bathroom, but their frugal, carefree life style remained basically unchanged. They bought a few additional pieces of used furniture, and for the first time in her life, Libby bought some new clothes and was still able to open a savings account.

Every Saturday night they drove her down to The Pink Stud and waited across the street in the van until her act was over. The act was always performed before a full house of cheering customers. Word was out all over the city about Libby's wild performance, and the Saturday-night show was sold out weeks in advance. Afraid that she might leave, Rico had recently raised her pay to three hundred dollars an act.

Other than her Saturday-night performance, they had no schedule and spent long hours at the beach or in the country. The evenings were spent getting a little high and ended with the usual rounds of fucking and sucking.

Libby loved her life and her friends, and she fervently hoped noting would ever happen to change it.

With the approach of Christmas, Libby began to get excited about the holidays. When she had lived with her mother at the diner, Christmas consisted of hanging a cardboard wreath in the dirty diner window, doing dishes, waiting on tables and wishing the weary customers the usual Merry Christmas. But this year was different. Her friends were her own dear family and the young girl was really excited about it.

They had bought a tree and decorated it in the corner of the room, and little Libby thought it was the most beautiful tree in the world. She spent long afternoons in the gaily decorated stores, trying to find special gifts for friends. The big variety of gifts that were displayed confused her, but she loved to be part of the crowds in the stores. She even planned to buy Rico a box of cigars and a wide leather belt for Stan.

She went shopping every day, hoping to find something real special that her new family would like. It was one afternoon when she spotted a delicate little china vase with a figurine of a beautiful girl with long blonde hair. The girl looked exactly like Patty. She was so excited that she could hardly stand still while the clerk carefully packed and wrapped it. Knowing how much Patty loved flowers, Libby was certain that she would be thrilled with the lovely vase.

Shaking with excitement, she clutched the package and turned away from the counter. Without warning, she was suddenly bumped, and her precious gift was jarred out of her hands and crashed to the floor.

She stared down at the package, afraid to pick it up, afraid it was shattered. Eyes filling with tears, she looked up at the man who had accidentally jostled her. There was a helpless expression on his face.

"I'm so sorry," he said to the trembling young girl. Not answering, Libby looked back down at the lonely package lying on the cold tile floor.

Picking it up and noticing how badly the girl's hands were shaking, he placed it next to her on the counter. He watched her nervously frying to unwrap the package.

"It's broken. It's broken," she sobbed when it was finally opened.

"Please let me buy you another one," he offered.

"No! No!" she cried. "There isn't another one. I wanted this one. Just go away and leave me alone."

"We had two of these in stock," volunteered the clerk. "Let me see if the other one has been sold."

"Please!" the man began when the saleslady had gone.

"Just bug off and leave me alone," she sobbed. "You've caused enough trouble."

When she saw the hurt look in his eyes, she suddenly felt sorry for the embarrassed man.

"Please forgive me," she sobbed. "I'm just upset."

"Well, here's the matching one," smiled the clerk as she returned with an identical vase.

"Oh, thank you," Libby smiled. "will you please pack it real well for me?"

"And I insist that you let me pay far it," continued the man. "It was my fault."

"No," she smiled. "It's a very special gift and it wouldn't be a gift if someone else paid for it."

"But you've paid for it once," he argued.

"That doesn't matter," she smiled. "I want to buy it with my own money."

"I feel like such a bumbling fool," he desperately interjected.

Looking up, she really noticed him for the first time. He was a tall, handsome young man with dark hair and gentle brown eyes.

"I'm sorry I was so rude," she smiled for the first time.

"Then let me buy you a drink or a cup of coffee," he persisted.

"That won't be necessary," she answered, picking up her package and heading for the entrance.

Stepping onto the sidewalk, she was greeted with a torrential rain. She had no umbrella, and there wasn't a taxi in sight on the crowded street.

"You can never find a taxi when you need one," smiled the man who had followed her out.

"You are persistent," she laughed.

"My car's just around the corner," he offered. "Please let me drive you home."

"Oh, that's too much trouble," Libby answered. "There'll be a taxi along soon."

"It's no trouble," he insisted. "Please wait here. I'll be right back."

Libby smiled as he disappeared into the rain-soaked crowd. Within a few minutes a sleek new Jaguar pulled up to the curb and the man jumped out, opening the door for her.

"My name is Mike Roberts," he muttered as he guided the car out into the slow-moving traffic.

"Hi, Mike," she smiled. "I'm Libby."

The two of them talked all the way over to Libby's apartment, and almost without the young girl realizing it, she accepted a luncheon date at Polo's with the handsome man for the next day.

Mike was waiting for her when she arrived at Polo's the next afternoon.

"I was afraid you wouldn't come," he said with a relieved smile.

"I never break a promise," she answered as they were escorted to a small secluded table.

Sipping martinis before lunch, she learned a lot about Mike Roberts. He was single, had never been married and was a junior partner in his father's law firm. He was obviously well off financially but was not the least bit showy about it. She learned that he had traveled a lot and was a graduate of the Stanford Law School. She learned that he was thirty-two years old and had an apartment in Sausalito.

What Mike learned about Libby was absolutely nothing.

"Do you like the ocean?" he suddenly asked when the soup had been served.

"Very much," she answered.

"We have a beach house down at Big Surf, he continued. "I'd love you to come down there with my family some weekend. We really have a great time swimming and riding."

"Maybe, sometime," was Libby's evasive answer.

Libby found something very fascinating about this gentle man who was trying so hard to make her like him. It was almost pathetic the way she could feel him trying to reach a closer communication with her. She instinctively avoided his not-too-subtle hints of future meetings.

"What are you doing Christmas Eve?" he asked. "My father's having a cocktail party, and I'd love to take you."

"Sorry," she smiled. "I'm spending it with some friends."

"Libby, when can I see you again?" he asked after a long silence.

"I'll be very busy until after the holidays," she replied.

"Would you mind giving me your phone number?" he asked desperately.

"We don't have a phone," she answered honestly. "Why is it so important that you see me again?"

"It's hard to explain," he answered in a low voice. "But I find you a very fascinating girl, and I'd like to know you better."

"Maybe you wouldn't like me if you knew me better," she giggled.

"How will I ever know?"

"Okay," smiled Libby. "We'll get together when the holidays are over."