THE BUS DEPOT

Lindsey McCord watched intently as each bus slipped into it's parking place and unloaded the passengers. It was two in the morning and the old bus depot had an eerieness about it at that time of the day. There were a few people milling around waiting for passengers, obviously relatives or friends by the way they craned their necks checking out each person as they got off the bus, smiling when they made contact. Lindsey wasn't looking for a friend or a relative, however, she was on the lookout for something much more exciting. There were several others just like her hanging around the terminal, only they were men, pimps on the lookout for fresh "meat" to add to their stables. What they were looking for was a young girl, one with a fresh face, obviously confused, and totally alone. There were hundreds of girls coming to Chicago each month, some runaways, some just wanting to give the big city a try. When you're eighteen with no money, alone, hungry, and desperate for companionship, you are then at your most vulnerable. The pimps know it, and so does Lindsey, and that's why she was scanning the crowds looking for that fresh young face.

Lindsey didn't exactly consider herself a pimp, but she did supply rich ladies with sweet young things, after of course sampling the wares first! Out of the corner of her eye she saw her, a blonde, "About eighteen," Lindsey figured, "nice build, big tits!" Quickly she made her way over to the young girl and introduced herself, "Hi, my name is Lindsey, I'm here to help you, see those three fellas over by the phone, they're pimps, and they're here to recruit you, come with me and I'll protect you!!!" Taking the blonde haired girl by the arm, Lindsey led her up the stairs and onto Clark Street where she had her car parked. "Get in," Lindsey said, more or less as an order and Blondie slid into the passenger seat and waited for Lindsey to speak. "What's your name, hon," she asked? "Erin, Erin Adams," she replied. "Where are you from and how old are you," Lindsey continued? "Missouri, and I'm going to be nineteen in three months," Erin replied quickly. Giving the blonde another once over, Lindsey felt her vagina begin to dampen at the mere thought of having this young beauty attaching her mouth to her pussy! "It's a lucky thing for you I got to you first, or you would have been turning tricks in some back alley by now," Lindsey offered! "I really appreciate it," Erin answered solemnly, "I never thought anything like that could happen to me!!!" "You were lucky this time," Lindsey replied, "but you have to watch yourself in the big city!!!" About fifteen minutes later they pulled up to a nicely kept bungalow on the northwest side and Lindsey announced, "We're, here, let's get out!"

...CONTINUES IN THE MEMBERS SECTION