Chapter One
Gina Weston finally gave up. It was now two in the morning and
she still hadn’t found a suitable take-home for the evening. After
spending nearly three hours in a building filled with loud music, drugs
and hot, sexy teenagers she was still unable to pick up any of the
young girls that appeared to be so available. She shrugged her
shoulders, chugged down the last of her drink and headed for the exit.
Some nights she just went home empty-handed.
‘At least,’ she thought to herself, ‘I was able to score a little
dope!’
The twenty-eight year old woman never used the drugs herself but
usually kept a small stash for some of her young visitors. It always
made things much easier.
Although Gina lived a very conservative life of a law firm
partner during the day, at night she traveled to a nearby city to
indulge herself in the most wicked of lesbian pleasures. Her taste was
for young girls, especially between the ages of thirteen and seventeen.
She frequented raves and teen hangouts in search of her prey, but this
night, unfortunately, she had struck out.
She turned the car onto the main drag and headed for the
interstate, resigning herself to the fact that she would have to go
solo on this night. She had worked up quite a fantasy as she eyed the
sweet young girls on the dance floor. Her needy pussy was aching for
some attention.
Halfway through town, Gina’s eyes were drawn to a solitary female
figure walking on the sidewalk with her head bent slightly. As she
approached she was able to make out the short denim skirt and jacket
the walker was wearing and could plainly see a stuffed backpack on the
girls back. Her heart began to pound.
‘Damn!’ she said aloud. ‘A runaway!’
Gina had seen them on the streets before and had actually been
able to pick up a few up for an evening of nasty fun. Runaways were
excellent entertainment for the woman and she usually kept them around
for a few days before sending them on their way, back into the streets.
Gina made no bones about it. As far as she was concerned young teenage
girls were perfect sex toys and nothing else.
She slowed her approach, wishing instead that she could just jump
out and grab the girl. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at
the back of the teenager’s body. Her legs were long and thin and led up
to a perfectly rounded ass that showed easily in the tight skirt the
girl was wearing.
Gina guessed the girl’s age to be about fifteen as she pulled up
next to her and rolled down the electric window.
“Are you ok?” she asked, adding a touch of concern to her voice.
The girl looked over at the car and nodded.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” Gina added. “This city is
dangerous at night!”
“I’m OK.” the girl answered, her voice low and muffled.
“I’m serious. This is very dangerous.” Gina said, her voice full
of motherly concern.
When the teenager stopped walking and turned to face Gina, the
older woman let out a low hiss. The girl was absolutely gorgeous. Her
innocent face was cutely framed by her short, fine, blond hair, giving
her a tomboyish appearance. Her small nose turned up slightly accenting
her full, soft lips.
“I know it’s dangerous – that’s why I’m leaving!” the teen said.
“Can I give you a ride?” Gina offered. “I’ll take you wherever
you want to go. I just can’t leave you out here like this.”
Before the girl could answer, a loud squeal of spinning tires
came from down the street. Both Gina and the teenager turned to see
what was going on. A small rundown truck slid around the corner and
headed towards the teen. There were four or five men in the back of the
pickup shouting and laughing, obviously drunk. When they caught sight
of the lone teenager they went wild.
“Hey baby! Wanna play?” one shouted
“Woo hoo! Looks like we got us some free pussy tonight after all
boys!” another added as the truck pulled closer.
“Quick! Get in!” Gina called out as she flung the passenger door
open.
The teen threw her backpack in the back seat and eagerly jumped
into the car, slamming the door behind her. Gina hit the gas, leaving a
long black stripe on the pavement and a truckload of stunned child
molesters behind. She could hear the men cursing at her as she sped
away.
“That was close!” she said as she let out a deep breath.
“Thank you.” the girl whispered back, not looking directly at
Gina.
“Glad I could help.” the woman replied, extending her hand as she
drove. “My name is Gina Weston.”
The young teenager finally turned to look at her rescuer as she
took the woman’s hand and shook it. For a second, the two of them
stared into each other’s eyes, Gina looking for vulnerability and the
runaway searching for trust. They each found what they were looking
for, although Gina’s was not that sincere.
“Leslie.” the teenager said.
“Leslie what?” Gina asked.
“Just Leslie! I don’t have a last name.”
“I see”, said the older woman, “Pissed off at your parents, huh?”
Young Leslie turned quickly towards the older woman, her eyes
wide with shock at the abrupt and frank nature with which Gina
addressed her. Such language had never been used in her home and she
was mildly amused at hearing the words coming from an adult.
“Yeah! Big time!” she said, a small smile starting to spread on
her face.
“I know how you feel!” Gina replied. “I left home when I was
fifteen also.”
“I didn’t say I ran away from home!” Leslie retorted. “And I
didn’t say I was fifteen either!”
“Ok. How old are you then?”
Leslie paused. She was about to say that she was eighteen but so
far that story had not been believed by anyone she had met.
“Sixteen.” she lied anyhow.
“Oh – my mistake.” Gina replied apologetically although she knew
the girl was not being truthful.
“You did runaway from home though. Didn’t you?” she added.
Leslie paused again. If she told this woman she was a runaway she
might find herself at the police station and worst of all back home
with her parents – a place she didn’t want to be right now.
“No, Just missed my ride home from a party.” Leslie said flatly
as if to drop the subject.
“Well then!” Gina smiled as she spoke, as if she believed every
word. “Tell me where you live and I’ll be happy to drop you off.”
Leslie gulped loudly. She hadn’t planned far enough in advance to
cover her lies and didn’t know how to get out of the web of deceit she
was weaving for herself.
“I don’t really feel like going home yet. I thought I might just
go for a long walk.” she stuttered.
“This is no place for a beautiful young woman to be out walking
alone.” Gina cautioned, choosing her words carefully and inserting
‘beautiful’ and ‘woman’ intentionally to win the girls trust. It
worked. Leslie let out a deep breath and smiled over at her.
“Thank you.” the teenager said. (more…)