Erica was still sobbing as she walked up to the police station. It was night time and dark. She must have passed out on Mr Appleby's floor after they raped her. And maybe Mr Appleby and his son had left her there. Because, when she woke up, they were nowhere to be seen.
She felt angry and hurt. Erica realized that Peter didn't want to take her on a date at all. No. He wanted her to meet his father. They probably planned the whole thing.
They had both raped her. Father and son. Like they were so rich, they could do anything they wanted.
"They didn't have to do that to me..." she said to herself, as she stood outside the station. "They didn't have to rape me like that. Oh, I wish Daddy was here! And I wish I had some panties to wear! It just isn't fair!"
Erica smoothed her flimsy dress down over her waist and her bare bottom as she stood outside. The bodice of her dress -- without any buttons to hold it together - was still wide open and her breasts and nipples were exposed to view. Round and swelling and pink.
She look up at the police station. It was a small building on the edge of town. One little window at the front. She could see a faint light inside. Was anyone there?
Erica took a deep breath.
And stepped up to the window and looked inside.
"Oh no!" she gasped.
There was Mr Appleby...and Peter...talking to one of the detectives!
And another man...Mr James...the owner of the club Erica had stripped at!
She stared at them through the window. Mr Appleby was opening an envelope...taking out some money...and giving it to the detective.
She watched as the detective counted it and nodded. Mr Appleby gave Mr James some money, too. And Mr James counted some of it out and gave the notes to the detective and they all shook hands.
"No..." Erica said to herself, realising what was happening inside the police station. "Oh no..."
She pressed herself up against the corner of the window, trying to make out what the men were saying as they talked.
"She's a little slut..." Mr Appleby was saying. "She might try to make trouble...saying she was raped...but I know you'll handle it, now that you've been paid...if she comes here, you can fuck her yourself...she's so fucking hot...never wears any panties...and loves cock in her tight asshole...her video...I'll get you a copy...she fucks in the ass...and does ass to mouth...she loves it..."
Erica stepped away from the window, unable to believe what she had just seen and heard.
The detective was being bribed by Mr Appleby!
Which meant that no one would believe her. Or help her.
Erica had never felt so vulnerable. Mr Appleby had the police in the palm of his hand. He was bribing them right in front of her!
"Who can I turn to now?" she said to herself.
She began to cry as she walked away from the police station, her flimsy dress fluttering around the top of her thighs in the night time breeze.
Erica was a long way from home. And it was so dark.
Her little dress was torn and the hem barely covered her lovely round bottom.
And she wasn't wearing any panties.
She pulled the front of her dress across her bare breasts, feeling so very sorry for herself.
"I wish Daddy was here..." she whimpered. "If only he could look after me...and love me. I'd do anything for him, anything at all! Oh Daddy, please cumm home soon!"
She walked along the street, thinking about how much she wanted her Daddy's arms around her...how badly she wanted him to kiss her and touch her...to undress her...and feel her...yes...feeling her...touching her...
...fucking her...pushing his cock inside her...
...into her beautiful mouth...
...her sweet little pussy...
...and so deep inside her tight little teenage asshole.
"Oh Daddy..." she gasped softly.
And then...
...suddenly something caught her eye.
A little neon sign outside of a small office building.
Need Some Help?
Private Detective for Hire
Discrete Service
Open Late
Erica stood in front of the sign and read it again.
"I...I can't go to the police, can I?" she said to herself. "But who else is there? I mean...I want Mr Appleby and his awful son caught and...and punished for what they did to me! Maybe...I mean...maybe someone like this...can...can help me..."
To tell the truth, Erica was also getting scared. It was getting darker outside and -- with the buttons torn from her flimsy dress and no panties on underneath -- she was almost naked.
She reached around behind her and touched the swell of her bare ass cheeks with her hand, letting her fingers slip between them.
Her fingertip gently touched the slit of her glistening little asshole.
"I...I'm still wet..." she whimpered, pressing the finger against the tiny pink slit...
She gasped softly as her asshole opened up a little...
...and a thick droplet of semen oozed out...soaking over her fingertip...
Mr Appleby had cumm so deep inside her. She could still feel the stickiness in her tummy. His thick, hot spunk in her body.
"He's...he's horrible!" she said to herself. "I...I wish he was in jail for what he did to me!"
She suddenly felt determined to meet the detective and talk to him.
So she wiped her finger on the hem of her little dress and went up to the door.
And rang the bell.
*
It had been a long day for Mr Parker. Sometimes he got pretty tired of being a private detective. The police didn't like him one bit. So they kept him away from anything important. Most of his clients were middle aged housewives who just wanted him to find their cheating husbands.
He sat behind his desk, arranging his files. Middle aged housewives weren't so bad, he thought. They usually had a lot of money, which meant he was well paid. Some were even quite pretty. And sexy, too.
He fucked most of them while he was working on their cases. Some of them hadn't had sex with a guy for a long time. Their husbands ignored them. They were too busy having affairs with younger women. Sometimes teenage girls.
Most of his clients wanted sex so badly, they would let him do anything he wanted.
Fucking their mouths. Their pussies. And even their assholes.
He sat back in his chair and sighed. His last client had left two weeks ago. Work was pretty slow at the moment.
It was late. Maybe it was time to go home.
And then...
The doorbell rang.
"Shit..." he said, getting up and going out into the corridor. "Who the fuck can it be at this time of night?"
He lifted back the curtain a little and peered through the window...
"Oh my goodness!" he said.
A beautiful young girl was standing outside his door.
Long brown hair.
A perfect body.
And...almost naked!
He stared at her dress. It was the tiniest dress he had ever seen! There were thin straps over her pretty shoulders and she was holding the two sides of her dress together across her breasts. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra.
And the hem of her dress barely reached down to her thighs!
Was she wearing panties? He couldn't quite see...
The doorbell rang again and Mr Parker closed the curtain and went to answer it, walking quickly down the corridor.
"Can I help you, young lady?" he asked, opening the door and staring wide-eyed at Erica.
She was even more beautiful up close.
Soft milky skin. Her long hair soft and wavy over her shoulders.
The curves of her young body. Her firm breasts and hard nipples pushing through the flimsy dress as she held it together with both hands.
Her thighs. Smooth and perfect.
It looked like she had been crying.
"What is it, baby?" he asked, trying to sound concerned. "Are you okay?"
Erica looked up at him.
A tear rolled down her pretty cheek.
"I...I've been raped..." she said, in a tiny voice.
Mr Parker stared at the lovely girl.
"Oh...baby...you'd better come inside, okay?" he said.
"Th-thank you..." she said, stepping inside.
She followed Mr Parker into his office and watched him as he turned to face her, leaning back against his desk.
"What's your name, baby?" he asked.
"Erica..."
"And how old are you, darling?"
"I...I'm eighteen..." she said.
He smiled at her.
""I'm Mr Parker," he said. "Take a seat, baby, and tell me what happened."
He pointed to a large armchair in the corner of his office, and watched as Erica walked over to it.
The hem of her dress lifted up over the top of her thighs as she turned and sat down.
Mr Parker stared at her.
He could see her pussy.
Her smooth, shaven pussy mound.
"Where are your panties, baby?" he asked, staring at the lovely sight in between her legs.
Erica looked up at him.
Could she tell him the truth?
"Um...they...they tore my panties when they raped me..." she lied. "And...and they wouldn't give them back to me!"
