Easing up to the hill, Shriver quickly scanned the girls lounging about and noted one absence. It wasn't a big problem as the one the old man most wanted was still there. His son would have to forgo his choice, but Shriver knew there were other interests that man could pursue if he felt the need. Picking up his well-encrypted cell phone (he never used any other kind), he made a quick call.
"It's just the younger one, today. Shall I proceed?"
The response was immediate and Shriver acknowledged before ending the call. Lowering the tinted window on the passenger side, he spoke to the girl who had approached his SUV.
"Marissa," was all that he said.
The girl called out and soon a much smaller girl with her brown hair arranged in elaborate braids came over, accompanied by a chubby older girl who opened the SUV's rear passenger door for the tot. As Marissa climbed in, she pointed to her hair.
"Look what Chyna did!"
Shriver looked over at the older girl whom he already knew to be Chyna from earlier investigations. Although he preferred to keep his conversations strictly professional while on assignment, he was impressed by the detailed work that the kid had done. And showing a little courtesy among this group at the trailer park could never hurt.
"Nice job," he acknowledged with a short nod to Chyna.
The girl gave him a warm smile before she said goodbye to Marissa and closed the door.
Chyna watched the SUV roll away. Well, at least Mr. Serious (Sandra's nickname for him) could say something nice. Sighing, she turned to take her place on the hill again. Maybe she would go to one of the burger places for lunch, after all, with Marissa gone. She'd treat a couple of the other, few remaining girls if they came with her.
The sound of an approaching vehicle made her turn around again. It was a nicer model of a family sedan and Chyna knew there was a child's seat for a toddler in the back. This knowledge came from multiple trips with the driver one of her customers.
Instinctively, she clamped her buttocks together, knowing what this man liked. Chyna loved anal, too, and this customer liked to take his time while he was inside her. By afternoon's end, they would both be well-sated and she would be quite gooey deep in her bowels. Well, that was something that a nice warm bath tonight would help. And Marissa would need one, too, which would make it all the more fun.
When the car stopped, she opened the door and slid into the front passenger seat. After closing the door, she slid her shorts and panties down to her knees before buckling her seat belt. Her rubbery buttocks jiggled as they came free of the clothing before she settled back in the seat.
Chuckling, the man squeezed one of her ample thighs before sliding his hand to her crotch. He was pleased to find her already damp inside her bald slit. His finger moved in deeper, drawing an anticipatory gasp from Chyna, and he drove off molesting his little sweetheart.
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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