Author's Trivia Note: the governor and his daughters were first mentioned in the story 'The Candidate's Daughter' which does not have to be read to follow this story.
Betsy couldn't help lagging behind her mother and her mother's boyfriend as she gaggled at the sights of the carnival midway. Her long brown hair swayed as her head kept swiveling.
"Girl, get your ass over here!" her mother growled. Turning to her boyfriend, Clem, she grumbled, "I swear, if some carny weirdo offers me ten bucks for her, I'll take it."
Clem nodded but said nothing. Yeah, having the kid around was kind of a pain in the ass. But she was a cute thing and lately he had been wondering how tight her little snatch would be on his cock. He had spanked her a few times with the permission of Jan, her mother. The kid had a nice ass and Jan hadn't thought anything of him pulling the girl's pants down. He said it was to make the spanks sting more and Jan was fine with that. One of these days, he'd turn that kid over after reddening her ass cheeks and hit another part of her.
An attractive, well-dressed woman suddenly appeared in front of them.
"I'm sorry, but I may partly to blame for your little problem," the woman said, pointing to Betsy as the girl trotted up to them.
"Huh?" Jan asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Let me explain," the woman said with an easy smile. "I'm Kara Knight. My husband, Wendell, and I own the carnival. It's been in the family for over a hundred years and I'm afraid we have quite a history of getting kids distracted to the point where they wander off."
"Yeah, uh...well..." Jan sputtered, feeling outclassed. She hated being outclassed and it was a frequent experience for her.
"Anyway, we have a program that allows children to live with some of our children for a while and experience all of the things that make the magic of a carnival happen. It's our way of giving back to the community and let's face it, it will give you and your gentleman here some time for yourselves."
Clem puffed up at being called a gentleman. Unlike Jan's instances of being outclassed, his designation of "gentleman" was not a frequent occurrence.
"You mean you'd take her on now?" Jan asked, surprised at how well this offer fit in with what she had been wishing for.
"Yes and take this," Kara said as she handed a red card to Jan. "This is a pass for free everything - rides, food, merchandise, the beer tent, you name it. Don't worry about clothes for Betsy since we have plenty of kids with us and plenty of clothes."
It never occurred to Jan and Clem that this woman somehow knew the girl's name. Kara waved to someone behind them and they turned to see a slim young girl approaching. Clem eyed the coltish legs and the little mounds poking at the girl's shirt. New tits, he thought. Yeah, he'd do her in no time flat. Then he wondered if this Kara bitch wanted to simply make a trade.
"This is my daughter, Tanith," Kara said warmly. "She can take Betsy and show her around."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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