When Michael Hammond woke up that morning, he did not expect the day to be any different from the same old grind, outside of the Field Trip he had planned with his Sophomores to the Museum of Nature and Science. The last thing he expected was to meet the future Mrs. Hammond, the love of his life, but that he did. He was caught off guard.
Mr. H left his class with the parent volunteers in the lobby so he could check in at the front desk of the Museum. Every year he brought his students from Pinnacle Academy here for an end of the year Field Trip, as was the tradition since he was a student at Pinnacle years ago. He was a well-loved Science teacher at the same private school he had attended and not much had changed over the years, not the affluent student population, not the strict dress code, and not the colors of the school, dark green and sky blue. Only the style of the uniforms had changed. The girls wore their skirts a little shorter and their socks a little higher than in the past, but the pleats and plaid pattern remained the same as what he remembered as a young man.
He got in line behind the ropes and was instantly intrigued by the striking young blonde taking the tickets for admission. She was a petite woman with a small doll-like face and big slate blue eyes. Her tiny waist seemed impossible in the hunter green dress she wore, made even more tiny by the silver concho belt that cinched her middle. It was a long dress with a tight bodice that showed off her pert, small breasts and a flowing skirt that reached her mid calf. Her little, round butt was slightly pushed up and out by the heeled boots she had on. She wore a turquoise choker around her small neck and shiny silver earrings dangled around the curve of her heart shaped face. He guessed her to be in her early twenties, although she looked like she could have been in line with the rest of his class and no one would have thought twice about it.
She noticed him right away as he walked up to the desk. He looked neat and professional in his beige slacks and navy blazer. His wore his chestnut brown hair on the longer side, which allowed for the ends to curl and wave around his neck and face. He was clean shaven, but even a close shave couldn’t take care of the slight shadow on his jawline left by his beard. When he smiled, he displayed his naturally straight teeth and his deep brown eyes were accented by the slightest crows feet. She guessed him to be about thirty something and she felt her knees go weak.
There must have been an electric current between them because the young man working with her behind the desk flipped a long lock of hair out of his black-lined eyes with a hand adorned with at least six rings and tattooed fingers and announced, “Girl, I’ll let you take care of this one.”
The young woman shot him a piercing look and then smiled big to greet the handsome science teacher who approached the desk.
“Hi! We’re here from Pinnacle,” he said with his best winning smile.
“Of course, yes! Welcome to the Museum of Nature and Science.” When she smiled, he noticed that she had a slight overbite and he fell a few more rungs closer to hook, line and sinker.
He watched her feminine fingers and pink painted nails click over the keyboard, a thin chain bracelet glinting on her delicate wrist. He cast his eyes to her face and stole a good long look while she stared at the computer screen. Thick, dark eyelashes accentuated her bright eyes, and other than a light pink lip gloss, she wore no makeup. He noticed she had a sprinkling of freckles along her cheeks and nose and felt a possessive yearning for her. She unexpectedly glanced up at him and boldly held his stare with a look of openness and awareness of their attraction, sending a tingling thrill through them both. They exchanged a flurry of information about student counts and the number of parent volunteers, and then she handed him a box of volunteer stickers for the adults.
He read her name tag, “Thank you, Kayla.”
Her face couldn’t hide the shock and wonderment at how he knew her name and then she blushed and nodded her head. “Oh! The name tag, Duh!”
There went another rung.
“Here you go, Mr…?” she said as she handed him the receipt.
“Hammond. Michael Hammond.”
They continued to look at each other, ginning widely.
“Well, enjoy your visit,” she said finally.
“Thank you, you too!” he said and walked away slowly, cringing at his stupid remark. You, too? What the hell, Hammond?
When Michael was out of earshot, Hector, the young man with the rings, made a comment under his breath, “Damn girl, he is F I N E, fine! Look at that tushy!”
Kayla pretended to chastise her friend, “Oh My God, Hector! Stop it!”
“Dish him up on a silver platter because that man is delicious!” He wouldn’t stop.
“Ah...no. That is the last thing I need in my life right now,” she said, starring after Michael Hammond.
Michael tried to concentrate on talking to his students about the exhibits, but his mind preferred to think about Kayla. He answered his student’s questions, but he was really a million miles away. Before long, lunchtime rolled around. He sat with a group of boys who were clearly acting up because of their close proximity to Christina Jenkins. With her red tinted hair and cascading ringlets, she was this year’s coveted ingenue of the Sophomore class. She seemed to have that effect on the boys.
“Settle down,” he said. They tried, but they were incapable.
He spied Hector and Kayla carrying the unwieldy tub of lunches over to the group. He quickly got up to relieve Kayla from the heavy load.
“I got it!” she sang out, declining his offer. Kayla stayed to help pass out the lunches and when she got to the very bottom, she pulled out a crumpled brown paper bag with Mr. H written on it. She handed him the sorry sack with a mocking smile on her face. He took it and proceeded to pull out a smashed peanut butter and jelly sandwich from the mangled bag and a plastic baggie of crushed sour cream and onion chips. She giggled at his piss poor lunch.
“Mmm. Looks good,” she teased.
“It’s nutritious and delicious!” he teased back. He was smiling from ear to ear. Kayla giggled again and headed back to the front desk.
Before he finished his lame lunch, he saw Kayla walking over to his table with a plastic basket lined with red checkered paper.
“I thought you needed something better to eat,” she announced and put a basket of hot seasoned fries in front of him.
“That was so nice of you! Thank you!” he said, genuinely surprised.
“You’re welcome!” she replied and walked away again. He watched her with a big goofy grin on his face, not noticing that the boys at his table were gaping at him with open mouths and a look of pure and utter awe.
In unison, the boys jeered, “Daaaamn!” Christina and her gang, sitting to his left, tittered under their breath.
“That’s enough,” he retorted.
At the end of the afternoon, Michael finally had his class lined up and ready to get back on the bus. He saw two of the boys rough housing at the back of the line and he dutifully handed out a weak reminder to cut it out, but his heart wasn’t in it. For the entire field trip, he was trying to come up with a way to ask Kayla on date. She brought him fries! He thought that he should have asked her out right then, and he probably blew his one and only opportunity. He could see her checking people in behind the desk. Should he just go get in line and wait to say thank you again for everything? The class line started moving out of the building and the bus quickly swallowed them up one by one. He moved with the line and soon walked out the big glass doors to the loading area. Kayla saw him leave and she couldn’t help feeling disappointed. With trepidation, Michael climbed on the bus and stood at the front, taking role. Once everyone was accounted for, he plopped down on the padded bench behind the driver. He tried to tell himself that he had a mild flirtation with a pretty girl and there would be plenty more where that came from. In his heart, he knew that was not true. It had been some time since he had felt so strongly about someone. He tried to tell himself that if he absolutely could not stop thinking about her, then maybe he could come back to the museum someday in the future and see her again. Then his mother’s preachy voice chimed in and said, “Procrastination is the grave in which opportunity is buried.” That did it. He jumped up and asked the driver to open the folding door.
“I’ll be right back!” he called. The driver was irritated and mumbled something about keeping a schedule.
He ran back into the museum and went right up to the counter, past the people waiting in line. Kayla saw him approaching and politely excused herself for a moment from the elderly couple she was helping. The two of them locked eyes.
“Hi,” he said in a breathy voice and a bright smile.
“Hi, back,” she answered.
“I’d really like to see you again. Would you please have dinner with me tonight?” he cut to the chase.
“I would love to have dinner with you.” There was no time for flirty banter. She quickly wrote her number on the back of a business card.
“I’ll call you. I’ve got to run.” He started to head back to the bus and continued, “This is great. Thank you, I’ll call you after school.”
She waved to him and felt her face flush. She looked at the older couple waiting in line and they gave her a warm, knowing smile. She looked the other direction and saw Hector beaming and clapping his hands rapidly together under his chin.
Needless to say, Michael called. The pair had their first date and from that night on, they became inseparable. They found that they were compatible in every way and their relationship moved quickly. Michael’s parents were very fond of Kayla and welcomed her into their family, especially when they learned that she grew up without a father and was estranged from her mother, something Kayla was always vague and unwilling to talk about. Kayla embraced the Hammonds just as enthusiastically and it was a family celebration when Michael proposed to her on her 24th birthday. He was twelve years older than her and he was ready to settle down with his love. It was a good match.
Michael was everything to Kayla. He was stable, with a good job, a house of his own, a nice car, and a healthy family. He could offer her a normal life, something she coveted above all else. She had moved away, on her own, from her small town in Kansas, looking for a better life and she felt safe and comfortable with Michael. She was so proud to be married to him, and felt that, because of him, she was a better person.
Michael had grown up here and he had worked hard to earn the trust and respect of the community. He had even recently received a Teacher of the Year award for his work in the Science Fair and his dedication to integrating technology into the curriculum. Kayla was perfect for him. She was young, but she had a mature sense of self the other young women he had been in relationships with seriously lacked. Kayla actually looked up to him and her small town innocence made her that much more appealing. She needed him and he felt a strong desire to protect her. She made his life complete.
They hiked together, joined charitable 5K runs together, and joined the local gym together. She revamped his diet with more greens, organic meats and even bought a juicer. She got on him to stay up to date with check ups from the doctor.
He supported her interest in art and was more than happy to convert the office into a mini art studio for her. He took her on tours of all of the art galleries within 50 miles and they enjoyed making mini vacations out of the trips.
She attended all of the school functions with him and his students loved her as much as they loved him. They made sure to take turns cooking and cleaning and regularly went out for drinks and dancing with their friends.
While out with friends, Michael noticed that although she loved getting dressed up and looking hot, she wielded her sexuality like a weapon. Lord help the unsuspecting fool who was lured in by her enticing appearance, only to discover a scathing rebuke his reward for taking the bait. He almost felt sorry for the poor bastards, slinking back to their buddies with their tails between their legs. He didn’t understand why she felt compelled to be so caustic, but he chalked it all up to the many mysteries of the female species. That and the fact that she was fiercely loyal to him and wasn’t afraid to show it.
They enjoyed exploring each other in the bedroom and made love on a regular basis. Their lovemaking was quiet and tender. Eager hands roamed naked bodies under clean sheets in the dark. They shared deep kisses and long looks into beloved eyes. They fell asleep wrapped up in each other and at times, enjoyed making love in the morning. He would often bring her flowers and she lit candles to set the mood. Occasionally, they would get frisky and experimented with fun and different positions. They had a board game that was supposed to take them on sexual adventures and they often enjoyed what this game had to offer. She even swallowed on his birthday and sometimes when she was on her period. They were both satisfied and content with how they had come to know each others bodies and what pleasures brought them to orgasm. He was always a considerate lover and made sure she was satisfied before he came to his release. She was forever responsive to him and wasn’t shy about letting him know how attracted she was to him.
Four years into the marriage, Kayla was still on the pill and although they were deeply in love, they did not feel quite ready to grow their family, so they decided to adopt a puppy first. They did some searching and found a woman selling Golden Retrievers. They fell in love with a little girl puppy and named her Junie. When they enrolled her in puppy training, Michael was the one who gave the commands, but Kayla went along so they could all be together at the dog park after class. Junie slept in their bedroom and they were as complete as a young couple could be, each of them knowing that they fulfilled the other in every way.
And here the story begins.
Kayla put her phone down and announced, “That was Hector. It’s girls night out and we’re all going dancing!”
“Yeah, I figured as much when you started talking about what shoes you were going to wear.”
“You’re not mad?” she said biting her lip.
“No! Silly,” he reassured her.
“Do you want to come?”
“For girls night out? Hell, no.”
“You could dance with Hector,” she teased.
“Well, in that case…” he joked. “Go! Have a good time.”
Maybe when I get back, you could have your way with me,” she offered.
“If I know you, you’ll probably pass out cold when you get home. Hmm. That might actually work. Heh Heh,” he laughed an evil laugh.
“Sicko!” She sprang off to the shower and started imagining what to wear. Two hours later, she walked into the living room where Michael was watching the game.
“Holy shit!” He stared at her mid chip. She stood before him in a pair of jeans she had cut off into shorty shorts and a pair of boots topped with a black top cropped off at her belly button. Her blond hair was down in beachy waves and she wore a shiny choker and giant earrings.
“You look amazing! You are going to get a lot of attention in that outfit.”
“Well, probably not. We’re going to Siggy’s.”
“Not everyone is gay at a gay bar, you know.” he retorted.
“I can handle myself” she said earnestly. He knew that to be true.
“You look super hot.” He walked over to her and reached around and cupped her ass and gently pulled her into his groin. “And I’m the luckiest fucker around because you are coming home to me. Just promise me that you will all stay together.”
“We will,” she assured him. He kissed her lovingly on her bright red lips and she melted.
“I love you,” she said and grabbed his ass back.
A few minutes later he was at the window watching her climb into Hector’s car, waving goodbye.
He knew that Kayla would be gone for hours and that he had the whole night to himself. At first, he went back to watching the game. During the commercials, he paced to the fridge, looked at the last remaining slice of cheesecake and then back to the couch. He checked his phone. No texts. He looked over his shoulder to see his laptop across the room. After the game ended, a stupid chick flick came on. The next time he went to the fridge, he stood there with the door open and shoveled half of the cheesecake into his face and left the other half for Kayla. He went back to the TV. No texts on his phone. His mind drifted. Again, he looked over at his laptop sitting on the desk. He basically had free reign and he could do whatever he wanted. A rare opportunity like this did not come about very often. He knew she really would pass out when she got home and he would be out of luck in the love department. He told himself that he had honorably fought the good fight against temptation for a decent amount of time, and he made the decision to indulge himself and and do a his surfing online. His penis did a little jump of approval.
Michael had a secret when it came to porn and he felt terribly guilty about it and thought if anyone found out, he could lose everything, especially his teaching career. He had never admitted it to anyone. The truth was that he preferred seeing barely legal teens with grown men, tiny teens with small bodies and juvenile faces. He sought out images that portrayed an innocence that starkly contrasted with the grown man bodies that violated their most tender soft places and just the thought of it got him rock hard. He was well aware that for him, being a high school teacher, that was a risky thing to prefer. He knew in his heart that he would never do anything inappropriate in real life because he understood right from wrong and the difference between fantasy world and reality. But, of course, he also knew that not many people would be very forgivinging of his secret and would not think that it was innocent, including his wife. He could never tell her about his truest desires. He also could never admit that a major reason why he was so attracted to Kayla in the first place was because she looked ridiculously young for a woman in her twenties. Even at 28, she was as tiny as ever and still had that baby face. When his friends first met Kayla, they teased him about robbing the cradle and all of Kayla’s friends suspected that she must have Daddy issues, but the fact that they loved each other so much was endearing. In fact, most of their friends were envious of their love story and were secretly waiting for the day that their own soulmates would come into the picture.
He turned the TV off and helped himself to a cold beer, and on his way back to the couch, he scooped up his laptop. When the screen came to life, he settled back and searched up his favorite site.
He found an image of a very young looking 18-year old brunette in a cheerleader outfit with pigtails, smiling sweetly, as if she didn’t have a well endowed man impaled in her vagina. He clicked on the image of the young woman with pigtails and his heart instantly started pounding. He halfway expected an alarm to go off, the police to show up at his door, followed by his principal, with a lynch mob of parents ready to string him up.
But that didn’t happen. It never did. He was just being paranoid. His eyes feasted on a vast sea of young looking girls, each one looking as cute and delectable as the next. He scrolled down and his penis was standing tall at attention. He watched several short snippets of videos, amidst frustrating ads for live sex. He continued to scroll down, and on the right lower part of the screen, his eye was caught by an image of a smiling, fresh faced girl with platinum blond hair. He stopped scrolling and starred. Instantly, Michael had recognized the girl. The computer screen suddenly zoomed backwards, until all he could see was that photograph through a tunnel, spotlighting her smiling face. His vision kept blurring in and out of focus. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at and his mouth hung open. His breathing came fast and hard and it took everything he had to just suck in a little air through the tiny hole in his throat. For what seemed like forever, he stared at the image in stunned bewilderment because he was looking at a picture of Kayla. She was probably 10 years younger than she was now and wearing a lot more makeup, but he would recognize that smile anywhere. Just like that, before he even knew what was happening, the world shattered beneath his feet, falling away like a handful of broken eggshells, and he was lost.
***
Kayla danced with her girlfriends at the bar. She seductively swiveled her hips to the beat of the fast paced music blaring through the club. She bounced her body up and down and tossed her hair back off her face. Hector was at the bar, one eye on Kayla and one hand on the knee of a nice looking man seated next to him, when he noticed a rather large dude move in behind Kayla. The dude signaled to his friends to come over, and he pretended to slap her ass behind her back. His friends pointed their phones at the exchange.
Kayla turned around and caught him. She gave him a violent shove. “Fuck off, douchebag!” she yelled, her voice dripping with disdain.
“Fuck you, bitch!”
“Ah shit, there she goes. My girl has had a little too much to drink. Hold this. I’ve got to go get her,” he said to his brawny companion and handed him his Appletini. Hector ran to the dance floor and pushed his way over to Kayla who was now surrounded by the other girls in a protective herd. Hector pulled her away from the men and held up his hands to show no harm. Just then, the nice looking brawny man from the bar arrived on the scene and heroically got between the two groups, right before the bouncers came over and diffused the whole situation, roughly escorting the young perpetrators off the premises. They all laughed their way back to the bar and ordered another round of shots.
***
Eternity passed in stunned silence, the air heavy and still. His mind had gone numb and unresponsive. He stared at the bright image in dumbfounded wonder. If the sun cheerfully decided to rise over the tree covered hills in the West, he would have been no more confused. He knew instantly, and instinctively the ramifications of what it meant, but his stunned mind refused to play along. Kayla’s hair was pulled up in two pigtails and her face still carried an adorable amount of baby fat. She looked to be all of thirteen years old in the photo. His rational mind screamed at him to abort before it was too late, but his hand holding the mouse started sliding towards the image as if pulled by the gravity of a black hole. He sat for another endless time with the arrow hovering over the image as he fought a losing battle not to click. His hand, again, decided the issue for him and pressed the mouse button with a trembling twitch. The page sprang to life before his wandering eyes. Wishing for a computer malfunction that he knew wouldn’t happen, he inspected the new images burning into his brain.
The web sight was called ‘Exploited Teen Girls.’ The same photo of his now spouse filled the majority of the screen, only this time it had an arrow over it to press for play. The title of this episode was After School Abduction, listed as forty-five minutes of torturous running time. The synopsis of the story read as nasty as the title, and the actress was glowingly described as a fresh new talent who was filming her very first ‘rough sex’ scene. ‘Patrick Load’ was listed as the actor, and the name of the impossibly young woman read, ‘Desiree Doll.’ Several small photos teased about the action to come, and one larger one showed ‘Desiree’ holding up a drivers license that proved that, although she might appear to be thirteen, she had, in fact, been eighteen for over six months. A red flashing box at the bottom of the screen caught his attention, shouting ‘Buy Shoot’ over and over. For the low, low price of seventeen ninety-nine he could lose all hope of a normal future. He once again found his wayward hands in control, fumbling with his credit card, and typing in the pertinent information. After a second to process, the dubious prize was now only one click away from reality.
There was never really any doubt that he would, and after the finger tap, a scene faded into view. It showed Kayla walking slowly down a sidewalk carrying what appeared to be a small pink backpack. She was dressed in an all too familiar to him, private school uniform. The tiny waisted, short, pleated skirt, was a maroon and dark green plaid that was strikingly similar to what he observed on a daily basis. Pulled through the belt loops of the skirt was a wide shiny no nonsense black belt. A crisp white short sleeved shirt was stretched over small perky breasts, and a maroon striped tie flapped in the air with each bouncy step. The pocket of the shirt carried a complex embroidered patch of the school crest. White knee high socks were pulled all the way up, and proper pair of black patent Mary Janes completed the outfit. No cheesy high heels or thigh high stockings to ruin the authenticity of this school girl. Her long blonde hair was pulled to each side of her head and held into pigtails with pink glass globes. The fact that she was made up with almost theatrical make-up took nothing away from the illusion of youth. In fact, it seemed to enhance the taboo eroticism. The pink backpack was bedecked with several small stuffed animals clipped onto the straps, and a picture of sprinkling of stars and a happy moon and was drawn on with colored glitter pens.
The peaceful suburban street she made her way down was lined with spiky Palmetto plants, and Spanish moss hung from the trees. The pale blue sky dripping with haze and humidity left little question that the ‘Shoot’ was probably filmed in southern Florida. She crossed an empty intersection, kicking a soda can in the road all the way across. Upon reaching the other side she began skipping away from the heart struck viewer, skirt flipping up with every hop to reveal a small pert bottom clad in white cotton panties. She soon came to the end of the rows of low pastel homes, and crossed into a large park filled with ancient, gnarly, Live Oak trees. The grass was freshly clipped, and old time brass sprinklers sent a gentle rain shooting out over designated sections. A small playground sat in the middle, and Kayla could not resist stopping for a few minutes of spinning on the colorful metal merry go round. As she whirled around in joy, the wind again conspired to blow the short skirt up above the panties, much to the delight of the camera. She finally, reluctantly, picked up the backpack and headed across to the far end of the park where the wild overgrown forest began. A small path went into the dense tangled trees and she made her way to the start of it; no one noticed her disappear into the brush.
The scene shifted into a long zoom shot down a pale gravel road running alongside massive power line towers. The little used road appeared to be cut through the forest to service the humming electrical lines. The road went in a straight line forever, little more than two overgrown ruts fading away into the distant tropical haze. Walking down this empty path was Kayla. She meandered from side to side checking out interesting things along the way. She bent down to inspect a brightly colored beetle crawling across the gravel, the camera strategically placed to see up her skirt. She watched it for several minutes before moving on. She began to whistle a random merry tune, and the camera zoomed in to show her pretty lips pursed into an exaggerated crimson O. Carrying the backpack listlessly, she looked like a young girl in no hurry to get home after school and deal with whatever chores awaited her.
In the distance, a cloud of dust appeared, far away, but then drawing closer. Michael’s stomach tightened involuntarily. Kayla finally heard the motor and turned around to watch it coming. She moved off to the side of the path as an old rattly white windowless van approached. It had a faded plumbing sign painted on the side showing a cartoon lady with her sink spouting water like a geyser. Three confident cartoon plumbers surrounded her ready to professionally deal with the calamity. The van slowed as it neared, and then pulled up to Kayla and stopped. The driver leaned out the window and smiled. He wore his greasy, dark hair fairly long and sported a trimmed salt and pepper beard and stash. His face was excessively tanned and lined with creases. His muscled arms were covered in black and white tattoos that vanished beneath the cut off sleeves of a tight black T-shirt. He appeared to be in his later forties, and exuded a slight menace that the innocent girl did not seem to pick up. She stood shyly assessing the man, while kicking at the dirt with her shiny shoe.
“Hey Cutie,” he smirked, “What are y’all doing out here in the middle of the sticks all by your lonesome?” His face took on a slimy sneer of concern.
“I’m walking home from school,” she announced brightly, naively unaware of the threat the viewers could sense.
“Well, you should be careful there, little Miss. There are a lot of nasty snakes out here that would love to sting that sexy little ass of yours!”
For the first time, Kayla’s character seemed to sense a danger and she took a step back from the van. “I’m always careful mister,” she said warily. “My house is just down the road.”
The man’s smile faded and he replied softly, “Not careful enough, Darlin’.”
The vans door suddenly slammed open with a violent crash, and the man came diving out towards her. Kayla had a split second to shriek before turning to run. She almost made it, but then the man’s clutching fingers found the backpack and yanked her backwards. The backpack tore off, spilling the contents all over the ground, and the mans gym toned arms wrapped around her, sealing her fate. She managed two more panicky, high-pitched shrieks before his brawny paw clamped over her mouth, cutting them off. She fought desperately, twisting and lunging like a fish trapped on a line, kicking her feet wildly as she was lifted into the air. The large predator pulled her ever closer to the van despite being pummeled by a fury of Mary Jane’s about his legs. Amidst her muffled cries, he clumsily opened the van’s sliding side door. It took all of his strength to control the fierce little school girl, but he finally wrestled her up and into the interior of the vehicle. Kneeling over her bucking torso, like some perverted rodeo rider, he roughly pinned her down. His hand found a roll of silver duct tape and managed to mash a piece over her panting mouth. He then bound her flailing wrists tightly. Rolling her over on her back, he hastily bound her ankles and knees together. As the door slammed shut, two tiny kicking shoes were the last image the viewer had of Kayla.
The greasy man climbed into the driver's seat and mashed his foot down on the accelerator. As the van sped away in a cloud of spitting gravel, the camera slowly panned in on the sad little pink backpack on the ground. The small stuffed animals were scattered about and covered with dust. Several books were spilled out helter skelter, the top one being a small art sketchbook, the outside covered in drawings of horses, flying horses, and unicorns. Michael had seen it before. It was kept in a small Cedar chest under their bed filled with artifacts from Kayla’s youth. He marveled that in this tale dreamed up by horny men, filmed for the edification of other horny men to view, Kayla had left a small piece of her real self. The camera rested on this sweet memento for several long moments of consideration, before slowly fading to black.
Michael pushed the pause button with a shaking hand. To see the love of his life being wrestled around and abused by this slimy, musclebound, swine, brought out the angry protector in him. He wanted to smash his thick skull in. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see where this story was going, and he didn’t see how he could really witness such a thing. He became aware, however, that his traitorous penis was as hard as a railroad spike. It seemed to have a mind of its own, just like his mouse clicking hand. As shaken by it all as he was, he knew he would never be able to stop until he had seen the whole thing. With a resigned sigh he pushed play again.
The movie continued with a quick succession of shots of the van traveling deeper and deeper into the swampy backwoods of Florida. Twisting and turning around curving ruts, it finally emerged into a small clearing of sorts. A dilapidated aluminum trailer sat crookedly on crumbling moss covered cinder blocks. Every window in it had long ago been broken out, and it looked to have been deserted since Kennedy was president. The van stopped and Kayla was unceremoniously hoisted like a child over the big man’s shoulder, her protesting cries muted by the tape. She was effortlessly carried through the door like a burlap sack of potatoes. Inside was fairly empty, the peeling wall paneling sprayed with layers of graffiti. Empty liquor bottles littered the floor, and a few red plastic cups sat on the Formica counter. The interior walls were torn out to create one long tilting space. A few folding lawn chairs were leaned against the wall, and an old barrel had been converted into a wood stove by some welder in the dim past. The main thing that was most noticeable was a large, stained, king sized mattress lying on the dirty linoleum floor.
Kayla was propped up against a wall, and the tape was removed from her arms and legs. The piece covering her mouth was abruptly pulled off and she stood staring up at the callous faced ‘gentleman.’ He towered over her, the top of her head not even reaching the bottom of his chin. His body the size of a bull compared to her china doll stature. He leaned in over her, victorious, heavily breathing in her face. As he lecherously leered down at her, Michael realized why the man had been chosen to play his part, and it was clearly not his acting ability. His mammoth, bulging, erection tented out his jeans, straining at the seams in torrid anticipation. Michael found himself sweating. Kayla broke character for a couple seconds and smiled nervously at the sight of the huge tool, and what she might about to be put through. Michael found his his swollen penis aching in commiseration inside his sweats.
She threatened to scream, and he guffawed heartily. He assured her that she was five miles away from the next nearest human, but to go ahead if it made her feel any better. She took a deep breath as if to try, and then slowly exhaled in defeat. He put his meaty hand gently around her neck and explained to her that she was now his toy to play with as he saw fit, and that her only option was to allow him full access to her body’s various pleasures without a fight...or else. His fingers squeezing her throat hard for a second to emphasize the ‘or else.’ Her eyes widened in fear and she nodded that she understood. He moved his hand up to squish her mouth together, rubbing and squeezing her cherry lips. He ran his thumb around the circumference, pausing before pushing it in deeper. She let out a gasp of surprise at the invasion, and he told her gruffly to suck it. She squirmed away from the calloused digit for a second, and then tentatively acquiesced.
With growing lust, he leaned his bear-sized body into hers and ground his hefty crotch slowly into the front of her skirt. Still holding her face, he moved his head in and forced a rough, hungry kiss into her noncompliant mouth. Kayla made an involuntary squeal of distress, and he shook her face angrily, hissing into her ear, “Kiss me.”
He shoved his tongue deeply into her throat. She audibly gagged as he kissed her teenage face, exploring her mouth and tongue juicily. He licked her teeth, then up the side of her face, inserting several fingers at once into her mouth. He had her face trapped against the wall and she wriggled uselessly to escape. She slid down the wall to her knees, the only avenue away from the lascivious tongue, but he followed down, molesting her mouth all the way.
“Going somewhere baby-doll?” he growled merrily. Her eyes filled with tears and she shook her head no. “I guess if you’re tired of makin out we can move onto something a little bit more exctin!”
“Please Mister,” she pleaded. “ I just wanna go home to my mom.” Tears trickled down her face, mascara running, lipstick smeared around her cheeks. “Please don’t make me do this.”
He looked into her eyes almost tenderly and whispered, “It's too late, Honey child, I can’t stop till the end, now.” He ran his finger lovingly around the curve of her cheek. “Tell you what though, I promise that if you be a good girl and do what I say without fightin, you’ll be going home to your mama tonight.”
Kayla began sobbing gently, and Michael marveled for a moment at her acting ability. He had forgotten completely that this was only a Porn movie, that it was all just fantasy.
The bearded villain rose slowly to his feet, until his salami filled jeans were at her eye level. She whimpered uselessly as the straining zipper pushed up against her face. He put one hand behind her head and rubbed the impressive clothed member around as she twisted about trying to escape. She put her tiny hands up against it to ward it off, but that only seemed to excite his desire.
“Unzip my jeans,” he said darkly. The tone of his voice told her that there was no talking her way out.
Kayla reluctantly did as she was told, and pulled the zipper down slowly. The man’s massive penis fell out into her face, causing her to squeak in dismay. He wore no underwear, and the thick, veiny, shaft proudly thrust up against her angelic face.
“Lick it,” he whispered. “Lick it real good.”
Michael moaned a little at that, dreading, and anticipating the scene he knew was about to witness.
Kayla hopelessly moaned as well, and thrust out a baby pink tongue onto the dudes log. He forced her to lick it up and down, around in spirals, sometimes sideways as if it were corn on the cob. He moved softly at first, and then became increasingly forceful. He roughly slid the appendage up and down her saliva slicked cheeks, groaning with every push. He grabbed the brute with one hand finally, and guided it up until it rested against her swollen lips.
“Open up, Sweetie,” he drawled huskily. “I need that purty little mouth around my big hard dick.”
Kayla did as she was told and the offender slid the beast slowly into her gaping mouth until she gagged. Not seeming to care, he slowly began pumping her mouth rhythmically, going in until her jaw could stretch no further. Drool dripped down her chin and onto the school tie as the thrusting became more intense. Minutes passed as he fucked her face. He would stop and hold it all the way in at times, until she gasped for breath, then pull it out, a string of spit connecting her mouth with his throbbing dick. The fellatio became violent, slamming insanely into her mouth. Torturous time ticked by as the assault continued. She made choking, garbled, sounds of anguish that Michael could sense was not acting any more. She couldn’t breath and struggled violently, arms and legs flailing. The man only clamped her face tighter to his invading penis, and mercilessly fucked her face. Finally, when it seemed she could take no more, the man pulled off and she fell over onto the dirty floor gasping in great gulps of air, her body trembling with exertion.
Michael felt a ringing start in his ears. He gasped for air, too, as the screen went fuzzy. A sickening lurch flipped his stomach and he ran to the bathroom and vomited violently, his face turning a purple red. His eyes watered as he coughed and spit bile into the bowl with trembling lips. A low, guttural, primal moan escaped his diaphragm, and the veins in his temple throbbed. He was sick to his core. How could this be real? He, splashed water shakily on his face, and made his way back to the computer, not sure if he could handle any more.
The action had continued on as he upchucked in the toilet and eleven minutes later the bastard now had her pinned underneath him, on her back, still pounding her cherubic red mouth. Oh, if he could only walk into that set with a gun, he didn’t have a doubt that he would use it on the fucker. The camera man moved around randomly capturing the best angles. He found a place from behind that showed the man’s balls bouncing off Kayla’s chin while he drove into her poor mouth.
Finally, the demon had his fill of head, and drug her by the arm over to the bare stained mattress. She seemed dazed, and her eyes were glazed and glassy, as if in shock. This wasn’t acting any more, and Michael realized that the scene was now all too real for her. It dawned on him that she probably had to sign a contract to do this, but how could she have known what she was getting herself into. Greasy hair climbed onto her and straddled her pint sized body, a knee on either side. His eyes seemed far away, and whatever character he had been playing, now was gone too. He appeared consumed by an evil lust, and the prize was all his to take.
Michael watched helplessly as the nasty beast put his thick hands on her tight little blouse and violently ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. All too realistically, she cried out in terror as the tiny white training bra that she was small enough to wear was forcefully exposed. He mauled her tender breasts through the cotton cloth, squeezing and massaging with his huge greedy hands. He worked one hand under the bra, pulling it back to expose a tender pink nipple. His hand barely fit underneath, and finally, in frustration, he grabbed the cup and tore it loose with several angry yanks. Seeing both her adolescent breasts exposed sent him into a frenzy, and he dove his face into them, licking and kissing with his abrasive whiskers. Kayla continued to cry out with each fresh wave of attack. He flipped her over onto her stomach and tore the pleated skirt up, diving down on her round, ravishing, ass, biting her through the white panties. He tore at the cute little underwear and yanked them down around her ankles. He pulled the jeans he was wearing off, giving Kayla dire warnings not to move as he did so. The black T-shirt followed suit, exposing his completely tattooed chest and shoulders. His erection was monumental, hard and quivering, long and thick as a prized bull’s. Michael couldn’t see how that monster cock would ever fit into Kayla’s diminutive vagina. He was unfortunately about to find out.
Greasy Man reached under Kayla’s stomach and pulled her up on her hands and knees. He flipped the maroon plaid skirt up, and then forcefully pushed her head back down onto the mattress, growling at her to keep her ass up. His brawny hand kept her face pinned down on the filthy stained bed while he fumbled under the edge for something. Michael assumed sickly that the many yellowed stains suggested that other girls had endured the same treatment here in the past, before Kayla’s time in the spotlight. Grease finally found what he was searching for, and produced a plastic squeeze bottle labeled ‘personal lubricant.’ The man positioned himself from behind, his knees outboard of hers, and proceeded to squeeze out a stream of lubricant onto the crack of her perky raised fanny. Looking down with a carnal snarl on his face, he lubed up the almighty rod in his hand, as well.
Michael had seen a fair amount of porn clips where the hero sported an extremely impressive penis. Many of them, despite their great size, hung downward, in shame, as if their owners were working hard to maintain an interest in the story being filmed. Not so with Mr. Load. His towering cock stood straight up at attention, defying gravity, despite pounds of pulsating meat. The actor obviously enjoyed the more sadistic roles in his industry, and he played them with a savage gusto.
He began rubbing his glistening sword up and down the valley between Kayla’s perfect cheeks, grinding into her tender flesh with lusty aggression. She was so small under his girth that it looked like a Clydesdale trying to mount a Shetland Pony. After enjoying the appetizer for a time, he was soon ready to feast on the main course. He put the head of his mutant penis on her innocent sex and slowly began to push the beast in. Kayla yelped and moaned as the horse cock excruciatingly impaled her precious body. She writhed her ass around, helplessly trying to find a way away from the beefy intrusion. The man was relentless though, and minutes ticked by as he drove in ever deeper. Much to Michael's amazement, after some sweaty work, the horn was slid all the way up into the tiny shaved vagina. Both parties took a moment to collect themselves, Kayla panting like an overheated dog with the man over her back. Tattoo gripped her heart shaped ass firmly, and started slowly rocking the great dick in and out of her tightly stretched opening. Kayla raised her head and moaned with every push, eyes closed in concentration. Her pigtails, and the school tie still around her neck, swung to the slow beat of his rhythm. She looked up over her shoulders at her depraved abductor, eyes pleading with him to be gentle. The look only inflamed his wicked desire, and he started thrusting with malicious force. He viciously slammed into her immature ass with no mercy, creating seismic jiggles with every hammer. Crying, and yelping loudly in time with the pounding, Michael watched the love of his life get fucked violently, and heartlessly from behind, before his incredulous eyes.
The degenerate villain ravished the childlike body of Kayla in every way imaginable. The movie became a blur of muscled, tanned, tattooed, lust, devouring soft, sweet, vulnerable, flesh. Kayla was filmed from the front, the animal dicking her fiercely from behind. Her white shirt was torn open and hanging off her shoulders, his forearm wrapped around her neck in a vice-grip chokehold. She was thrown on her back, tanned legs spread roughly apart while Greasy Hair stabbed her enthusiastically with his frantic cock. An overhead camera captured the mans broad body, his tattooed shoulders covering most of her face except for her large frightened eyes. Her adorable white socks and black shoes were forced so far apart it looked like she was doing the splits, while his robust ass jack hammering between her legs. The sounds of growling, sweaty, guttural grunting mixed with waif-like cries, soft moaning, and startled gasps, become the soundtrack to the film.
Michael watched transfixed, mind numb, unaware that his hand was desperately clutching his raging hard-on through his trousers. Time stood still as he tried to absorb the reality of his Kayla, his beloved Kayla, in a porn movie. An extremely vile porn movie, where she was being forcibly raped in a deserted trailer in the woods, on a jizz stained dusty old mattress, by some slime-ball ‘plumber’ with a nasty elephant trunk cock.
At one point the beast picked her up like a child, her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her hard, holding her weight up with only his hands under her ass, and presumably the ironwood dick. Her head was snapped around, and her blonde hair flew in circles as he bounced her on his shaft. She was bent over, spread open, curled up in a ball, on her back with her feet in the air, on her side with one leg held up, flat on her stomach with the mans prodigious weight pinning her down. Any and every position that a sweet young lady could heinously be fucked in.
The camera man moved around desperately trying to capture it all for posterity. He was underneath, overhead, in front, behind, seemingly wrapped up in the middle of it all to capture the best shots of the enormous penis penetrating the diminutive ravaged pussy. He circled around the grappling couple like a referee at a pornographic wrestling match, never seen, but absorbing it all.
She cried out in anguish as the greasy haired man demonically raped her anally. She was pushed down into an exaggerated ass up frog position, her angelic face now twisted into a grimace of pain. Her primal cries of discomfort obviously transcending mere acting at this point. She was barbarically violated in her delicate ass while her legs were forced apart, a closeup shot making it all too clear which orifice was being abused. His sequoia sized cock pounded her for what seemed like an eternity. She cried out desperately, repeatedly begging the man to stop, crying that she couldn’t take any more, but he was oblivious to her pleas.
The last scene faded in. Grease ball grabbed her by the pigtails one last time, and shoved his brutal phallus down her throat. Hands digging into the sides of her face. He fucked her mouth as if it were a pussy. Kayla tried to take it in, but fought a losing battle. Sucking gulps of air in where she could, she gagged loudly in time to his manic thrusting. Her face grew red with effort, bubbles of saliva foaming out of the corners of her swollen abused mouth. He quickly pulled out at last, and after forty-five minutes of depraved penetration of schoolgirl holes, he unbelievably began to finish HIMSELF off. He yanked and spanked, and tugged on the titanic penis, positioning it above Kayla’s upturned face as he flailed. She stared up at him, eyes glazed, hair messy and unkempt, and dutifully opened her mouth. The greasy haired gentleman finally reached the promised land and true to his name, shot out a huge load of hot, sticky, semen all over Kayla’s sweet, lovely, face. It dripped down her cheeks, dribbled out over her tongue and pretty lips, spilled out of her hair, and spattered her tiny, glistening, breasts.
In one last insult to the viewers intelligence, Kayla and a now smiling Greasy Hair, sat nude on a sofa, her still covered in his ‘load.’ They were laughing together over how ‘fun’ the shoot had been. Her blonde hair was loose and flowing now, and added five years to her perceived age. His arm rested around her waist, and his genial, pleasant expression was meant to reassure any worried viewers that the film they had just partaken in was only a fantasy. No harm, no foul, only fellow flesh thespians acting out a story! Kayla forced a few fake laughs, and wiped cum off her face with her dainty hands. In the five-seconds before the film ended however, her eyes went dark and troubled.
He stared at the screen and time endlessly reeled out in front of him until the screensaver swirled into a hypnotizing daze of colors. Eventually, the computer went dormant into sleep mode. He felt numb from head to toe. His brain hurt, his heart ached. He simply could not comprehend what had just happened, and yet he couldn’t deny that it was Kayla he had seen. He was completely baffled by how these two seemingly unrelated worlds had come crashing into one another. Obviously, his wife had some seriously dark secrets that he wasn’t even remotely aware of.
He didn’t even know she was capable of doing any of those things that he had witnessed. He was utterly confused by his growing revulsion at what that fucker had done to her in contrast to his still raging boner. She had never hinted that she knew anything about such a nasty buffet of sexual acts and it awakened a deep primeval desire in him mixed with a murderous jealousy that some slimeball douchebag got to have it.
He got up to get another beer to calm his racing thoughts, but had to adjust his aching dick under his sweatpants before he could even stand up. He then duck walked into the kitchen with the ridiculous horizontal tent leading the way. He reached for a beer and on second thought, opened the freezer and reached for the bottle of Jack, instead.
***
At around 1:30, Hector called an Uber for Kayla and told her he was going home with Brawny Man. They exchanged drunk I love yous and kisses goodbye and then she was riding home in a little white Toyota, by herself, looking forward to curling up in her nice warm bed with her Michael.
When the Uber driver announced their arrival, she said thank you and carefully made her way up the porch steps in her crazy high heeled boots. While she was fumbling for the keys, Michael yanked the door open and startled her.
“Hi, bae, Hector got me an Uber,” she announced brightly.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he said icily.
“Michael! What’s wrong?” she asked, closing the door behind her. She turned to face him.
“I SAW you,” he snarled at her.
She was backed to the wall, looking confused. “What? Tonight? When I was dancing?”
“No!” he shouted.
“Then what the hell are you talking about?” she said an octave higher.
“I saw you in a PORN movie!” His twisted face sneered at her.
She stared at him stupidly, her mouth hung open in drunken disbelief.
“I saw you!” he screamed in her face, with his fists clenched at his side.
Her mouth went dry, she couldn’t speak. Her legs gave out and she slowly slid down the wall until her body was slumped on the floor. Immediately, hot tears stung her eyes, as her drunk brain tried to calculate the scope of devastation gaping before her.
Enraged and trembling with adrenaline, he violently demanded an answer. “Say something!”
From behind her arms covering her face she whispered, “Which one did you see?”
WHAM, he was sucker punched for the second time that night. Which one? You mean there are more? That insane thought had never crossed his preoccupied mind.
Michael walked unsteadily to the sofa and collapsed into it, his head in his hands. Of course, there were more. One thing that he had noticed in his random visit to porn sites was that the young ladies always seemed to ‘star’ in a series of films. There was always some variation of the same story, but with different characters, different locations, variations in the numbers of players, and with differing degrees of raunchiness.
“It was called, After School Abduction,” he said coldly.
Kayla’s insides turned when she heard that. She sat huddled on the floor, holding her knees to her chest, heaving great sobs that racked her body. She couldn’t decipher the tsunami of emotions that she was suddenly swept away in.
“Jesus Christ, Kayla, my fucking wife!” He spat the word ‘wife’ out as if it were a rancid piece of meat.
Tears were now streaming down Kayla’s face. “Michael, please!” she stammered. “You don’t understand! I was young and stupid, barely eighteen when I started. I didn’t... know what I was getting into!” The truth sounded lame, even to her own ears.
“How many are there?” he demanded, his mind calculating all the possible scenarios out there.
The answer hung behind Kayla’s lips, still harmless if unspoken. She struggled with what to reveal. Could she salvage any of her life, she wondered, crawl back up onto dry land?
“How many, Kayla?” he demanded a second time, growing more agitated. She gave up hiding, knowing that he was going to keep digging until he found out the truth, with or without her.
“I don’t know, twenty-four, five maybe,” she answered quietly, the number sounding astronomical to her now that she said it out loud. “They shoot them in under a day, you get booked every week or so if you are in demand,” she tried to explain.
“Christ!” he howled. The thought of his soulmate being banged every week by a different porn dude was fucking unbelievable.
“I wanted to tell you,” she choked out through snotty tears.
“Yeah, you should have fucking told me!” he agreed, unsympathetically. “Didn’t you think I would ever find out?”
“No, I didn’t know you looked at porn,” she said honestly. “Especially the Teen sites, like the ones I was on.”
His face sagged noticeably at teen.
The silence stretched out, each following their own thread of thoughts through this sick maze. Finally, he looked over at her dark wounded eyes and he felt a pang of sympathy for her. He still loved her, would always love her, but how could he live in the same world in which she had starred in porn movies?
“How did you get into it?” he asked, defeated.
Kayla sat considering the question for quite a while. Michael started to think that maybe she hadn’t heard him. Finally, she started to tell him the whole story from when she was young.
She had never known her father and her mother was a religious woman who cleaned multiple houses a week to put food on the table, and a keep roof over their heads. She tried to be a good mother, but she was gone a lot, and was exhausted when she was there. Her mother lived life following a strict moral code and they began to clash over Kayla’s youthful rebellion. Kayla liked boys. Kayla liked excitement and parties. Kayla liked smoking, staying out late, and being cool. She knew she was pretty and that the boys thought she was hot, despite the fact that, although she had started to develop breasts earlier than her classmates, she was far surpassed in that department by most of her friends by the time she hit thirteen. They just stayed petite, like the rest of her. She compensated for this flaw by becoming wild and promiscuous. She lost her virginity at fourteen, in the bed of a pickup truck, to an older boy who could drive. Her mother tried desperately to rein her in, but they just ended up screaming obscenities at each other. In one particularly bad fight, Kayla swore to her that she was not going to wind up as some pathetic maid cleaning other people’s toilets for seven-fifty an hour.
One day surfing on ‘Craigslist,’ she saw an ad that read, “Models Wanted! Free plane ticket to Miami Florida. Work in the movie / entertainment industry.” All she had to do was send in a photo of herself to be considered, so Kayla had one of her girlfriends take a super sexy, arched back, pouting lip, picture, and sent it off. About a week later, she got a call from a producer who told her she was perfect for what they wanted, however, they needed her to understand that there would be nudity, and some sexual contact involved. If she accepted that, a plane ticket would be reserved in her name, one way to Miami Florida. By that time, Kayla had had numerous sexual encounters, and didn’t consider it that big a deal. In fact, she enjoyed sex. More specifically, she enjoyed getting a boy’s undivided attention and the thought of being desired on a grand scale really turned her on. She accepted the thrilling offer and broke the news to her tear stained mother that she was moving to Florida as soon as she was eighteen.
She landed at Miami International Airport and was met by two other attractive young ladies already working in the industry. Kayla was to be their newest roommate in a house that the three of them would share. The girls decided to take her out on the town to celebrate that it was her eighteenth birthday, and the start of her new exciting adult life. They took her to a sophisticated club that Kayla could have never imagined. There was an endless supply of tanned, muscular men, all wanting to buy her a drink, despite the purple under age stamp on her hand. Blue and purple lights pulsed in time with the loud thumping bass. Her and her new best friends all danced suggestively with each other, teasing the delighted male clientele. She got a dozen phone numbers slipped to her before they all retired back to the house at four in the morning. She crawled into bed just as the birds began chirping outside the window. She giggled to herself as she thought, “We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto!”
The next afternoon, still mildly hungover, she met the producers of the films. They explained that she was to be considered an independent contractor and would be booked for shoots for an agreed upon amount of money. They would provide the sets and the costumes. They needed to take some nude photos to promote her career, and she timidly agreed. They went into a back room and she was given a short skirt, tight T-shirt, socks and plain black tennis shoes, to put on. She had visions of heels and garter belts, but she didn’t say anything. The shoot went as planned, and she was asked to do a slow strip tease for the camera. They marveled and encouraged her as she removed her clothes, but when it came time for her to pull off her shirt she hesitated, apologizing to the men for the size of her breasts. She half expected them to send her home when they realized how underdeveloped she was in that area. The men looked at each other quizzically for a second and then all burst into loud, hearty laughter. She was hurt by the laughing, perceiving it to be at the expense of her tiny breasts, but they saw her dismay and explained the humor.
They conveyed to her that she was chosen for her big eyes, full lips, and angelic face. The small breasts, however, had sealed the deal. She was a rare commodity in the world she was entering, in that she could be made up to look like an adolescent girl while still being completely legal in the eyes of the law. There was a great demand for young sex, with ‘Teen’ being the most searched word in the entire industry. She was special, she was gold waiting to be mined! She would be famous and they would all make loads of money! Kayla was flattered and impressed with herself, and peeled off the T-shirt with a seductive flair.
The other girls in the house helped her come up with the name Desiree Doll and gave her pointers on how to set up social media accounts, post photos, and collect fans. She soon had thousands of followers, and felt herself to be a star already with only so much as a few pictures. The day came for her first shoot, and she was extremely nervous. She had her makeup applied by a professional artist, and her hair put up in an extra high ponytail. She was given a short pink pleated skirt, a hello kitty T-shirt, pink knee socks, and white sneakers. She was given a pair of panties with bunnies and flowers on them. When she saw herself in the mirror she gasped, the transformation was so convincing that she could have passed for twelve. The ‘set’ was a bedroom with a single bed covered in a disney princess blanket, several stuffed animals, and various other child’s paraphernalia. She giggled at the image of herself in the bed. A good looking young man with dark hair was introduced as the college dude next door that was going to seduce her. He was very sweet and made her feel comfortable before the cameras rolled. The film was shot over the course of several hours, with a few breaks in between. It was almost exactly what she had expected, a little oral, a little sex, rather enjoyable actually. She grew used to the camera quickly, made some excessive gasps and moans at their direction. The young man was rather talented with his penis, and a good time was had by all. The best part being a twelve-hundred dollar check at the end. She had never seen that much money in her life. Her mother would have had to work for a month to get the same amount of cash she gotten in three hours. She went home that night feeling like the queen of the world.
Michael stopped her at this, “You only made twelve-hundred dollars?” he asked incredulously. “I would have thought you got paid like twenty-thousand bucks for something like that.”
“She laughed nervously, “ No, that was actually above average. I thought I was rich!”
She was in high demand for many months, playing every type of young blonde teen imaginable. Sometimes it was just head with someone who was supposed to be a friend of her father’s, having a mid life crisis. A few times it was supposed to actually be her father, overcome by lust for his young daughter. There were Girl on Girl movies with the premise being her and a friend having a sleepover. She admitted to having had enjoyed the idea of getting to kiss and play with another girl. There were Two Girls and a Guy, Two Guys on One Girl, each going a little further down a dark road. She was used by an amazingly fat, hairy, old bald man for a site called, “Old dicks, Young Chicks.” She was dressed in a darling fitted Girl Scout Uniform, and molested in her tent by the grey haired Scout Master. She was a Cheerleader, seduced by the raunchy football coach. She was offered more and more money to play dirtier, and dirtier roles. Soon the only roles offered were the rough sex shoots, or non consensual. That’s when she did the one Michael had seen.
She stared at him across the room with a weary frown.
“I didn’t enjoy that one at all. I should have known better than to take a job with this producer because he had a bad reputation. He told me it would be just acting. They told me that I needed to act scared and try and fight him off a little and said that he thought I was a good actress and he had seen me in other movies and the pay would be double what I was getting paid to do straight films. I thought I could handle it.” Tears spilled silently down her cheeks, as she continued the story.
“During the filming, I did tell them that I wanted to stop … but ... they wouldn’t,” she said simply. “I was really scared by how out of control it was.” She wiped her eyes and her nose. “It was rape,” she admitted. “And now it’s like duh, you dumbass. Of course, that was going to happen. The worst part of it was that I agreed to it, got paid for it.”
Michael didn’t know how to respond to this.
“Is that when you stopped?” he finally asked. She took a moment to think about the honest answer to that.
“It took me a couple of days to recoup. My girlfriends all knew what I was going through and toughened me up, telling me it was the unpleasant part of the job, but I was damn good at my job. Honestly, I was starting to believe that it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I was actually starting to feel proud of myself for taking it.”
She thought about what it was that made her realize that she was on a dead end.
She explained that one of the girls in the house had left and they got a new roommate who reminded Kayla of herself when she had first started. Watching how this girl behaved made her see how far she had come in six months. She wondered how this girl could be so full of delusional hopes of becoming a big star. Had she been that naive? It made her look at what her dreams were when she had first started. Had she achieved them? What good did it do her to have so many followers? Was she better off? She started to really question what she was getting for herself out of doing it. Soon after that, she was home alone during a torrential rainstorm when her other roommate came straggling in, strung out from using meth for too long and looking like she had been run over by a train. She was way too skinny and her skin was in bad shape and she had sunken hollows under her eyes. She wasn’t crying; she was shaking, and it scared her to see her so out of it. She wrapped up her friend in a blanket and rocked her for an hour or more, listening to the horrific description of a shoot she had just come from with five guys in a jail cell.
“I couldn’t bullshit her that it was going to be okay or that it was her job and she had done it well. There was no pride to be had there. While she was telling me her story, I realized, that was going to be me next. And that was it. I decided to get out right then and there. I tried to convince her to come with me but, in the end, she signed up for another shoot like that. But I left. I came here and started all over.”
“I tried being honest about my past with guys I had dated. But, as soon as I told them the truth, I saw that look of disgust and rejection in their eyes and I just couldn’t…” her breath hitched in her throat, “I just couldn’t stand the thought of seeing that look in your eyes.” She started to cry again.
Michael looked at the clock and it was four in the afternoon. The whole day had gone by.
“We need to rest,” he told her. “Go up to bed, Kayla. I am going to sleep down here on the couch. I just can’t…I need to think.” She nodded through her tears and picked up her weary body. Once in the bedroom, she collapsed on their marriage bed and cried through choking tears, clutching the pillow to her chest. Eventually, she fell asleep, curled up in a ball. Three hours passed before she woke up, hopeful for a brief moment that all was well, before her new reality washed over her. She stayed in bed, depressed and hopeless.
Three hours of no talking turned into three weeks, spent in a perpetual state of devastation. All they could do was avoid each other. Kayla slept upstairs in the bedroom with Junie and Michael slept downstairs on the couch. He used the bathroom next to the laundry room to shower. She left for work without saying a word and returned home in the same way. They did not share meals and took turns walking Junie. Kayla spent the weekends in bed, staring out the window and he kept himself busy and out of the house most of the time.
On the third Sunday, Michael was sitting on the couch, blankly staring at the TV, still in his pajamas. Kayla was upstairs, just getting out of the shower, wearing a thin robe and a towel wrapped around her head. She opened the bedroom door to let out the steam and could hear Michael calling Junie’s name in a panic. Junie was whimpering loudly and making a strange sound. She rushed downstairs and came across Junie heaving and coughing in the kitchen, Michael leaning over her with his hand on her furry back.
“What’s wrong?” she yelled, running over to them.
“I don’t know! I think she’s choking!” Junie’s stomach was contracting hard and she was clearly in distress.
“Oh my God! What do we do? Should I call the vet?” she asked, grabbing the keys, ready to scoop Junie up and drive there in her robe. Just then, Junie wretched up an impressive gooey heap of brightly colored, chewed up super ball pieces. They both sighed in relief, thanking God.
“Das my good girl!” said Michael, rubbing her ears.
“Is she okay?” Kayla asked.
“Yeah,” he reassured her.
“How in the holy hell?” she inquired, reaching up and unraveling a wad of paper towels.
“Who knows? I took her to my sister’s house yesterday. Maybe she found them in the kid’s room.”
Kayla bent down to scoop up the glut of vomit off the tiles, her towel unraveling off her wet hair. She tossed it to the side and Michael grabbed a bottle of cleanser and a rag. Together they cleaned up the mess in silence. When the job was done, they sat next to each other on the floor, petting Junie and cooing to her, in no hurry to get up. Junie eventually went to her food bowl in the laundry room, leaving them together in an awkward silence. The two of them leaned back against the cabinets, staring off into space. It was Michael who spoke first.
“This has been really hard,” he said quietly.
“It sucks,” she nodded in agreement and then offered, “I am so sorry that I didn’t tell you the truth.”
“I know,” he added gently. He took her hand in his and she held it tightly. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell down her cheeks. When Michael got choked up, too, Kayla struggled to keep her composure.
“Are we over?” she finally brought herself to ask.
“I don’t know,” he honestly responded.
After another minute in silence, she asked, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah,” he said, bracing himself, but willing to talk.
“What were you looking for?”
“When I found you?”
“Yes. Are you attracted to young girls?” She was to the point.
He sat with his head down, staring at the tile pattern on the kitchen floor.
“Yeah, I mean...yeah,” he admitted shamefully.
“Your students?” she asked.
He was tempted to lie, but after all they had been through, he decided to come clean. “I notice them. I’ll be honest.” He thought of Christina Jenkins, who was particularly flirty with him. “Look, I can see how you found yourself in a bad situation because some of my female students...they are just so naive and they have no idea what they are doing. But, no, I would never take advantage of any of them. That is a line in real life that I would never cross,” he stated adamantly. “Do you believe me?”
“I know you are a good man, Michael. I have always known that. Which is part of why I fell in love with you. I am sorry that I am … not … good.”
“Aw, Kayla. You are one of the best people I know and that is why I fell in love with you. Why my family, my friends, my students, we all fell in love with you. I understand that you were young. You were reckless and stupid. You got in way over your head. I get that.”
It was a while before she mustered up the courage to ask her next question.
“Did you like watching it?”
“What? The video?” He stopped breathing momentarily as he considered this.
“I hated it. I wanted to kill that guy,” he said.
He nervously rubbed the side of his face. “But, I was hard as a brick the whole time,” he finally admitted. “As much as I hated him, I wanted to be him.” He let out a long breath and then looked up to meet her eyes.
She nodded and after a moment she leaned her head on his shoulder. He braced for a second and then put his arm around her. They stayed like that for a long while.
“I could dress up like a schoolgirl and we could pretend. You could be him,” she offered.
He sucked in a sharp gulp of air and his arm tensed around her shoulders.
“Well…” he struggled for the right words. “I wouldn’t not want to be him.”
“I would like to try that, too” she said and hugged him tighter.
***
The next few weeks were a little better. They started cooking and eating meals together. Michael eventually moved back into the bedroom. On two separate occasions, they sweetly made love silently in the dark. They walked Junie together. There were still long hours of uncomfortable silence here and there, but things were getting a little better. He still asked her questions and she answered honestly and visa versa. They started an ongoing conversation about the possibility of doing some role playing, and that was exciting to both of them.
***
“Where can we get a schoolgirl uniform?” she had asked him cheerfully as they ate dinner one evening. “Can you get one at the school store?”
Michael choked on his glass of apple juice before informing her that he didn’t think that would look so good. “They might think it was for me to secretly dress up in or something,” he laughed. “ I think we’re going to have to order it online. I know the company that supplies us.”
They had spent an enjoyable couple of hours picking out the perfect combination. They discovered that if they entered the school name and code number, up popped the exact uniform selection required by that school. Kayla had made all the pertinent decisions. She chose the pleated dark green plaid skirt rather than the jumper or skort, teasing Michael that he would have had fun trying to get into a skort! She picked the more form fitting, button down, pale blue polo shirt, which even came with the required embroidered school crest on the pocket. It was all one stop shopping except for underwear and shoes. They completed the outfit with the plaid tie, the white cable knit socks instead of tights, and splurged on the optional plaid hair scrunchies and headband. Kayla was very proud that she could still fit the girls 12/14 sizes. Michael laughed when he even got ten percent off with his teachers discount.
A UPS package was delivered to their doorstep on a sunny Wednesday afternoon. It was a brown mid-sized box that carried a label indicating that it originated from Gordon's Uniform Supply Inc. Michael found it coming home after school, and brought it in to wait for Kayla to get home so they could open it together.
They laid it out on the bed together, giggling excitedly at the taboo site of it. Kayla had already bought the proper low heeled black patent shoes and a three pack of white cotton panties to go with it. Michael joked, “Is it Friday, yet?” The rest of the week was going to be very long indeed.
Friday evening finally came, the time going a slowly as a kid counting down the last two days before Christmas. Kayla enjoyed a large glass of red wine, and Michael sipped a bottle of Amber Ale. Kayla insisted on putting the costume on in the bathroom so she could make an entrance. Michael waited on the sofa with his beer. Every now and then he heard a shoe drop, or the water running. He laughed when he heard a soft curse or two while the dressing and makeup continued.
“How’s it coming?” he called impatiently once.
She garbled something unintelligible, and yelled for him to just wait. He chuckled an evil laugh to himself, and settled back to endure the suspense, already hard as a rock. The door opened at long last, and she called out, “Don’t laugh.”
She walked down the hallway and shyly into view. His mouth dropped open, “Sweet baby Jesus,” he exhaled. His already stiff penis became even harder.
She sashayed in seductively and did a little curtsy holding the sides of her skirt out. Michael whistled softly, and she did a little pirouette for him to see all lovely sides. He was dumbstruck, the illusion so real, that she might have been entering one of his classes with the rest of the students. The uniform was dead on. The plaid skirt hugged her delectable ass, the shirt stretched just perfectly over her small breasts, and the tie hung flat between them. Her blonde hair was pulled up in two high pigtails with the plaid scrunchies. Her bow lips glistened bright red and her large slate blue eyes were exaggerated with costume lashes and eye shadow. He rose unsteadily from the couch and stared in awe.
She put a finger up to her suddenly pouting lips and said in a breathy baby doll voice, “Mr Hammond, I’m flunking out of your science class. My Daddy is going to punish me terribly if I don’t pass somehow. Isn’t there something I could do for you? Some extra curricular ‘job’ of some sort that would raise my grades up to passing?
Michael looked at her uncomprehendingly for a moment, and then the light bulb went on. With a devious gleam in his eye he replied, “Why Miss Desiree, I suppose there might be something that could be done, if you really applied yourself for the rest of the semester! Why don’t you come over here and sit with me and we’ll see if we can work up something together to get you over the hump!”
And here the story begins...
