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· Magic Child ·

They had been whoring for two days when the Indian girl found them. They always liked to whore for a week or so in Portland before they settled down to thinking about work.

The Indian girl found them in their favorite whorehouse. She had never seen them before or heard about them either but the moment she saw them, she knew they were the men Miss Hawkline wanted.

She had spent three months in Portland, looking for the right men. Her name was Magic Child. She thought that she was fifteen years old. She had gone into this whorehouse by accident. She was actually looking for a whorehouse on the next block.

“What do you want?” Greer said. There was a pretty blonde girl about fourteen years old, sitting on his lap. She didn’t have any clothes on.

“Is that an Indian?” she said. “How did she get in here?”

“Shut up,” Greer said.

Cameron was starting to fuck a little brunette girl. He stopped what he was doing and looked back over his shoulder at Magic Child.

He didn’t know whether to go on and fuck the girl or find out what the Indian girl was about.

Magic Child stood there without saying anything.

The little whore said, “Stick it in.”

“Wait a minute,” Cameron said. He started to shift out of the love position. He had made up his mind.

The Indian girl reached into her pocket and took out a photograph. It was the photograph of a very beautiful young woman. She wasn’t wearing any clothes in the photograph. She was sitting on the floor in a room filled with musical instruments.

Magic Child showed the photograph to Greer.

“What’s this?” Greer said.

Magic Child walked over and showed the photograph to Cameron.

“Interesting,” Cameron said.

The two little whores didn’t know what was happening. They had never seen anything like this before and they had seen a lot of things. The brunette suddenly covered up her vagina because she was embarrassed.

The blonde stared silently on with disbelieving blue eyes. Whenever a man told her to shut up, she always shut up. She had been a farm girl before she went into whoring.

Then Magic Child reached into the pocket of her Indian dress and took out five thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills. She took the money out as if she’d been doing it all her life.

She gave Greer twenty-five of them and then she walked over and gave Cameron twenty-five of them. After she gave them the money, she stood there looking silently at them. She still hadn’t said a word since she’d come into the room.

Greer sat there with the blonde whore still on his lap. He looked at the Indian girl and nodded OK very slowly. Cameron had a half-smile on his face, lying beside the brunette who was covering up her vagina with her hand.