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He walked right in as if he lives here. Heather got to her feet and stood beside me as he approached the kitchen. He looked us both over closely and he seemed satisfied with the way we were dressed. I took a deep breath and sighed in relief. But still, I was going to have to say something to him if he didn't say anything first.

He said, "I'm surprised. You two did pretty well. Let's go."

Then he turned and started for the door.

"Mr. Kent," I called out quietly, trying not to sound desperate. "This blouse is nearly invisible. I'll be arrested for indecent exposure!"

"Don't be silly. You look decent to me. Both of you look pretty hot. You might as well get used to it. You're both going to wear more interesting outfits than that in the next few years. Quit stalling. Let's go."

I grabbed my purse and Heather and I hurried after him. I locked the front door and followed him to his car. We passed a dozen people as we made our way to his car. I saw the looks. The women all looked at me like I'm a major slut. The men all looked at me like I'm a major slut they want very much to have sex with. The only good thing about all the attention I was attracting from my neighbors is that they were so intent on staring at my breasts that they hardly noticed Heather.

Mr. Kent opened the front passenger door of his car and ordered us in. Heather started to climb into the back but he ordered her into the middle of the front seat. He watched with interest as Heather got in and slid over. The little skirt she was wearing rode up and more than a little of her little white panty crotch was exposed. It stayed exposed even after she tried in vain to tug her skirt down to cover it.

I sat down beside her and was dismayed but not surprised to find that my crotch was exposed too. It was worse for me, though. I wasn't wearing panties. Mr. Kent stood in my door and enjoyed the view for a moment. Then he closed the door, went around and got in the driver's seat.

He ignored us as he buckled up, started the car and drove off. But as soon as he turned onto the road from the parking lot his hand left the steering wheel and came to rest on Heather's thigh. His little finger was only an inch from her silky nylon panties!

She jumped and then gasped loudly when his hand came into contact with her thigh. But other than that she showed no reaction to his improper touch. She sat still and stared straight ahead.

I continued to watch his hand out of the corner of my eye. If his hand went higher I planned on saying something. I knew he had already gone too far. I also knew that I was powerless to stop him. If anything he'd probably be amused by how much it hurt me that he was molesting my little girl. But I'd have to try.

Heather's knuckles were white, with good reason. If nothing else happens today, she certainly has fodder for a new masturbatory fantasy when she goes to bed tonight. Unfortunately, I'm reasonably certain that a lot more is going to happen today. The man is a rapist. He's already begun to molest her. He has more in mind than a pleasant ride in the country.

Mr. Kent didn't move his hand the rest of the way up my daughter's thigh. Instead he slid it down slowly to her knee and then back up to the same place in a gentle caress that no thirteen year old girl should ever experience. I saw Heather's breathing rate change. Her small but well formed breasts began rising and falling rapidly.

It was obvious that despite the way she felt about Mr. Kent she was enjoying his attention. I couldn't blame her. She has no choice but to let him touch her. She doesn't want his hand on her thigh. But I know how exciting it is to be touched by a man, even this man. She said it perfectly earlier. "Your body likes what your body likes."

We hadn't gone far before we turned into the parking lot of a store called Sweet Nothings. I suppose I've seen it before. But I never paid much attention. As I said, I don't have a lot of money to spend on clothes, especially not on sexy lingerie that no one is ever going to see.

It was early. They've probably only been open for ten or fifteen minutes. There were only a couple of cars in the parking lot. We got out and as we approached the store I was better able to see the window displays. I could easily see why Mr. Kent brought us here. The clothes on display were all obviously designed to accent a woman's sexuality. The many mannequins in the window displays were wearing some very sexy lingerie and a selection of equally sexy outer garments. See-through tops and tiny little micro miniskirts were everywhere.

We entered the store and were greeted immediately by a beautiful, sexy redhead. She approached us and said, "Hello, Mr. Kent. I haven't seen you in a long time. Welcome back."

I noticed as she greeted him, though, that despite her friendly greeting she seemed uncomfortable. It's obvious that whatever their relationship, they aren't friends. I don't know how well she knew Mr. Kent or from where. But I got the impression that she was afraid of him the way you fear someone who you suspect could be violent or at least unstable. That didn't make me feel any better about our situation.

Mr. Kent nodded. He didn't even seem to notice how obvious it was that the redhead didn't want him in her store. He said, "Hi, Jo. I have a couple of friends that need to spice up their wardrobes. I couldn't think of a better place to do that than your store."

She looked at Heather and me, but she spoke to him, "The girl is a little young, isn't she?"

Mr. Kent said, "Yeah, but don't worry. She's just window dressing. I'm not going to hurt her."

Jo did not look convinced. I wasn't either. I've already learned that he's a liar. His word means nothing to him. But with a skeptical look on her face Jo nodded and said, "We have a lot of new arrivals since you were here last. I am sure you'll find what you're looking for."

She was saying all the right things. But it was obvious that she'd be much happier if he did his shopping elsewhere.

We followed Mr. Kent around the surprisingly large store. He was in no hurry. He stopped to look at nearly every sexy article of clothing on every rack. He picked up one slutty item of clothing after another and handed them to me. He selected several sheer blouses that were just as revealing as the one I was wearing. There were a couple of others that contained so little material that it didn't look like they could cover both of my nipples at the same time. He handed me skirts so short that I had serious doubts that they would even cover my pussy.

It was bad enough that he was selecting these slutty clothes for me. But for every article of clothing that he handed me he handed a similar but smaller article of clothing to Heather.

We finally reached a large selection of crop tops and halter tops. Almost all of them had some sort of suggestive or obscene writing on the front. He handed me several of them that said things like, "I Swallow," and "I Put Out," with a picture of a fire extinguisher, and another that had the nasty word "Cum," written on the side of the picture of a dumpster in large letters. Even I know what a damned cum dump is for Christ's sake!

There were others. He seemed to find them very amusing and the nastier they were the more he liked them. He handed me one with a picture of a cute little kitten that said, "Eat My Pussy," and one that said, "Looking for a Few Good Men!"

Then he picked out another batch for Heather. Hers said things like; "Slut in Training," "I heart My Vagina, do you?", "My Nipples Get Harder than Most Guy's Dicks," "Designed for Pleasure," and "Wanna Get Lucky? Kiss My Clover," with a shamrock placed over one nipple.

As he picked them out and handed them to her I felt my face getting white. She was too young to even be thinking things like the sentiments expressed on those tops! She was certainly too young to be wearing things like that!

The last area of the store that he led us through was the section with the large selection of incredibly sexy lingerie. None of it was made for kids but that didn't stop Mr. Kent.

He made me measure Heather for a bra right there in the aisle with a tape measure he borrowed from Jo. Then he picked out half a dozen slutty, revealing bra and panty sets for both of us in various colors and styles. He also picked up a handful of thongs and similarly revealing panties for both of us.

The only thing left was to pick out a few bathing suits for each of us. I don't know why. We never go swimming.

We were both about to collapse under the weight of the clothing he already selected, despite how little material there was in each item.

Jo, the owner, and a sales girl who introduced herself as Kara, came over and took our selections from us. Jo told us that they would put them on a rack. We could pick them up at the counter when we were finished shopping. We followed Mr. Kent into the little corner that contained all of the tiny little bathing suits. One section had a big colorful sign over it that advertised "Wicked Weasel" suits.

Mr. Kent seemed to recognize that brand and headed right for them. He picked out several suits for both of us. I couldn't help wondering where someone in his line of work was getting the money for this very expensive shopping trip. I haven't been keeping track. But this stuff is expensive. I'll be surprised if the bill isn't over a thousand dollars!

We finally went to the counter and Jo asked if we were going to try our purchases on. I was relieved to find that we were in a hurry. I didn't want to try these things on. I didn't ever want to put them on!

Jo obviously disapproved of the outfits he picked out for my daughter. I did, too. But she was giving me dirty looks because I was allowing it. I didn't blame her for judging me, though. She has no way of knowing that I don't have a choice.

I watched, embarrassed, as she rang it all up and her assistant put it in bags. I was astounded when the total came to just over $1,500!

It took all three of us to carry it all out to the trunk of the car. I was worn out as we got back in the car. We'd been walking all around that store for almost two hours. We stopped at every display and waited while Mr. Kent loaded us down with an increasingly heavy load of new clothes. Well, the individual items weren't heavy. But after a while that armload of clothes weighed a ton!

Just like before, as soon as we were on the road, Mr. Kent's hand went to Heather's thigh. I watched out of the corner of my eye with growing discomfort as his fingertips caressed her sensitive skin and drew little circles, often getting very near to the exposed crotch of her panties.

Poor Heather was having a hell of a time acting like nothing was happening.

I thought we'd be going back to our apartment now to drop off the clothes or perhaps even provide Mr. Kent with a fashion show. Instead he drove to a photography studio on the edge of the industrial district. I glanced at the time. It was just before one in the afternoon but the shop looked closed. I sat there and looked around nervously. I couldn't help but have a bad feeling about this.

Mr. Kent said, "You two wait here."

He favored us both with a threatening look, got out and went to the door.

He tried the door and when it wouldn't open he rang the doorbell. He stood waiting for someone to come out of the back and unlock the door. He spoke to the man that opened the door and they went around to the back of the car and opened the trunk. The two of them carried all of our new clothes inside. When they closed and locked the door I saw the closed sign moving around on the glass door.

I looked at Heather. She was looking back at me and she looked just as worried as I was.

"Doesn't look good, does it?" I asked.

Heather just shook her head and then sat with her head back against the seat and her eyes closed.

"I have the feeling that we aren't going to like it here," she said quietly.

"I think you're right," I said, almost under my breath. "Maybe we should get out of here. I made a mistake. I should take my chances with the courts. I may have to go to prison for a while. But you'll be safe. I could probably handle whatever they do to me more easily than I can handle what he has in mind for us in there.

"He obviously intends to make you a part of this or he wouldn't have bought you all of those awful clothes and brought you here. Hell, he already made you a part of this. I screwed up. I can't allow this."

Heather was quiet for a moment and then she said, "There isn't anything you can do against him. You already know that. We discussed it. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. It looks like bad things are going to happen to us today. Bad things happen to girls a lot younger than me every day. I'll get through it."

Like I said, she's a very smart kid. And she's very, very brave.

I said, "Yes, bad things happen to young girls all of the time. But not usually with the help of their mothers."

Heather sighed. She was still leaning back with her eyes closed. She reached for my hand and said, "You aren't helping him. I know you'd protect me if you could. That's one scary dude in there and we both know it. And he would put you in jail in a heartbeat. God knows what would happen to me then. I'll bet he's planned for that. I wouldn't be surprised that if he had you locked up he'd still be able to get to me. Hell! He might end up with custody of me!"

I hadn't thought of that! There's a good chance she's right. He certainly seems to know how to work the system.

He left us sitting there for nearly fifteen minutes. But that was fine with us. We were in no hurry to go inside. It didn't take a genius to know that bad things were going to happen to us in there. We talked quietly and tried to comfort each other in advance of the terrible things we suspected were about to happen to us.

Mr. Kent finally came back out to get us. He opened my door and after we got out he locked the car. He looked around as if to make sure that no one was watching. That didn't make me feel any better about this. He snarled, "You two better not give me a hard time in there if you know what's good for you."

Then he led us inside.

There was no one in the front room when we entered. As Mr. Kent was locking the door a man came in through another door and looked at us. He was older than Mr. Kent, and not as large. But he was still a pretty big guy. He stared at both of us and then he smiled at Mr. Kent. We weren't introduced, though. No one said a word to us.

The stranger turned around and went back through the door he came through. Mr. Kent nodded at us to follow him. I took Heather's hand and we followed the man down a short hallway and into a room set up as a studio.

There were lights and cameras set up around an area made up to look like a bedroom. All the clothing we just bought was stacked in neat piles on the king size bed that was the focal point of the room.

That was scary enough. But sitting in chairs just off camera were a dozen men. They were all staring at us as we entered the room. Well, they weren't so much staring at us as leering. I watched as they made comments quietly among themselves. It was obvious that they were talking about us. Thankfully I couldn't hear what they were saying. I was scared enough.

Mr. Kent took us aside and said, "This is what's going to happen. You two are going to go up on the set. Heather, you're going to sit on the bed and lean against the headboard. You'll watch as your mother tries on all of her new clothes."

He turned to me and pointed out that our new clothes were in piles starting with bathing suits and then lingerie and that was where I was to start. I would try on each bathing suit and each item of lingerie. When I finished with them I would remove the last ones and start trying on items in the next pile. Except for the matched bra and panty sets I was only to try on one item at a time so that I would either be topless or bottomless the entire time. After I put each item on I would turn around slowly and model it for my daughter's approval.

After I try on all my new clothes I'm to remain undressed and help my daughter try on all the items that he bought for her. He warned us that we were never to look at the audience and we were never to look at the camera. We were to act as though we were all alone in the room and we better look like we're having fun.

He finished telling us what we were to do and growled one last warning, that there had best be a lot of smiles, because if we needed to be reminded we would really not like the reminders they use, a vague but effective threat.

Lastly, he told us not to dawdle. We needed to keep a lively pace, so the audience didn't get too bored watching us humiliate ourselves for their viewing pleasure.

I pulled Heather close and hugged her, fighting back the tears. I knew it was hopeless but I said to Mr. Kent, "She's so young, Mr. Kent. Couldn't it just be me? I'll do anything that you ask."

He grinned and responded, "I'm not asking, I'm ordering. Since you're obviously a stupid cunt and haven't figured it out yet, let me explain. It's her youth that some of these perverts find attractive. Now start smiling, get your asses up there and don't piss me off. Trust me. There are worse movies we can make."

I shuddered, because my imagination filled my mind with possible scenarios in an instant. I thought I had an idea what he was talking about. And despite his assurances I wasn't convinced that this was not going to turn into one of those movies.

Heather shrugged and took my hand. We put on something as close to a smile as we could manage considering how scared we were. She squeezed my hand reassuringly and led me to the stage. It isn't really a stage, I suppose. The large bed is surrounded by a carpeted area that was about fifteen feet larger than the bed, but it wasn't raised off of the floor like a true stage.

Heather led me to the bed and found just enough room to sit against the headboard beside the last pile of my clothing. She didn't try very hard to adjust her skirt when she sat down. But then, what would be the point?

I looked down at the piles of new clothes. The first tiny pile was the Wicked Weasel swimming suits. They're so small that I hadn't even been able to see them from the door where we were standing when we received our orders. The next small pile was lingerie, then the crop tops, the blouses, and finally the tiny skirts.

I smiled at Heather as best I could, took a deep breath and started undressing. Three days ago I undressed in front of a man for the first time in my life. Now I was undressing in front of more than a dozen of them, as well as several cameras. There were three men moving around us. One of them was the man who unlocked the door and let us in. He was taking picture after picture with a still camera. The other two were recording everything with professional looking movie cameras.

It suddenly occurred to me where the money for our new clothing was coming from! These movies would be for sale!

I shuddered again as I wondered how many more strange men would have an opportunity to see me naked now. But I obediently shrugged my blouse off. It didn't cover much anyway. My tiny skirt followed quickly. At least the audience was silent. I would have had a hard time dealing with a lot of obscene comments.

I put the first of the tiny bikinis on and then I turned around, ostensibly to get Heather's approval.

She smiled and nodded. I can't say I was shocked when I looked down and saw how little it covered. But I couldn't imagine any woman buying this suit of her own free will and actually wearing it to go to the beach! It covered only my nipples and my pussy, most of my neatly trimmed little patch of pubic hair was exposed.

I slipped the suit off and put on the next one. It was basically the same suit in a different color. Neither suit was lined. The tiny patches of sheer cloth would obviously be transparent when wet. Not that it mattered here.

The last of the suits was a strange looking one piece. I had to read the directions that were attached to the strap before I could figure out how to put it on. It was an all but transparent powder blue material that covered my nipples if I didn't move, then came together just above my pussy and just barely covered my slit. Then it became nothing but a piece of string which went between the cheeks of my butt and then around my waist where it tied off to the front piece. I had my doubts that this would be illegal at any public pool or beach. But I wasn't such a dumb cunt that I didn't know that the men would love it.

I saw Heather giggle quietly at the trouble I had with it. Her laugh kind of made me relax a little. It was reassuring that she could react that way. I smiled at her and then I took the damned thing off and moved on to the lingerie.

I tried on the panties first, starting with the thongs. I had a sinking suspicion that I would soon be shaving off the little bit of my pubic hair that remained. There was nothing that I had tried on yet that did not leave my pubic hair exposed.

I tried on the three thongs and then the panties that he selected for me. They were only slightly more substantial than the thongs. At least they had a small piece of cloth that partially covered my butt. The material was nearly transparent though.

I tried on the bra and panty sets next. They were scandalous. No surprise there. But I had to admit, they were beautiful. Too sexy for my tastes, but they would have looked good on someone else.

As I put each one on and turned around to model it I tried to ignore the fact that our ominously quiet audience of dirty old men was watching us, watching me put on what was basically a sex show. I tried not to notice the cameras coming in for the occasional close-up of my naked or nearly naked body and I tried not to wonder how many men would eventually buy the movie they were making and see me naked.

I took off the last of the bra and panty sets and as I stepped out of the panties I noticed how damp the crotch panel was. I was upset with myself for having that kind of reaction. How could posing naked for a dirty movie and stripping over and over again for a dozen perverts who I strongly suspected were soon going to rape me cause a reaction like this in my body?! I was terribly embarrassed. I hoped that I was the only one who was aware of the fact that, physically at least, a part of me was becoming aroused.

The next pile was the crop tops. I put them on, modeled them and then took them off. As I put each one on, Heather was amused by the horrible things written across my chest in large letters. She read each suggestive or flat out obscene come-on and frequently chuckled in amusement.

Her reaction helped to calm me. It made this horrible experience a little easier to bear and I was grateful. I winked at her as I changed in and out of the obscene garments.

I put on a half a dozen nearly transparent blouses next. They were no worse than the blouse I wore this morning but that was pretty bad. The thing that worried me was that these extremely revealing garments are now a large part of my wardrobe. So I have to assume that I'll be wearing them out in public more often now. I hated to think where I was going to be forced to go with my breasts so exposed.

Finally I came to the small pile of skirts. This part went quickly. They were unbelievably short. Shorter even than the one I made last night and wore today. It was very unnerving. I thought I was testing the limits of the law when I left my apartment this morning.

I finally finished and took off the last of the skirts I had to try on for their amusement. Now it was time for the part of this entertainment for perverts that I've been trying not to think about. I stood there naked for a moment, steeling myself to do the unthinkable.

But I knew I couldn't stand there forever. Fighting to hold back the tears I took Heather's hand and gently pulled her to her feet. I led her around the bed to the slutty clothes that were piled up and waiting for her on the other side.

I leaned down and kissed the top of her head and reached for her little crop top. I whispered, "I'm so sorry, baby."

"I know, mom. Don't worry. I can handle it."

Maybe, but I wasn't certain that I could.

I gripped her already very revealing top and slowly pulled it up, exposing her breasts to the cameras and the perverts in the audience. She turned dark red but except for that she showed no reaction as I removed it.

The cameras swooped in for close-ups of her developing body. I saw the smiles on the faces of the cameramen and I saw the bulges in their pants. It was all that I could do to keep from screaming at them.

I also saw the combination of fear and excitement in Heather's eyes. There was more there than just the embarrassment of being undressed by her mother in front of a group of perverts. She's too young to be experiencing it. But there's no denying the excitement a young person experiences when undressing in front of someone of the opposite sex, especially for the first time as I found out just a few short days ago.

I was proud of her, though. As scared as she is she kept something resembling a smile on her face and didn't balk when I dropped her little top on the floor and followed it quickly with her skirt. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment before I finally leaned down and skimmed her little panty down and off.

I helped her put the slutty little bathing suits on, one after the other. After she put each one on she would turn around to model it, ostensibly for me, but actually for the perverts and the cameras.

I noticed for the first time that there were several big screen televisions set up at floor level between us and the audience. The perverts were probably able to see what the cameras were recording. I tried not to think about the obscene close-ups the cameras have been getting of the most intimate areas of our bodies.

I tried to keep it light. I remembered how much it helped me when she giggled at the obscene phrases on my crop tops earlier. So I tried to control my rage at these awful men and teased her a little bit as we went down the line trying on one inappropriately slutty article of clothing after another. I could tell that she appreciated my feeble efforts.

The obscene tops were the worst. I couldn't believe that he would make her wear these. Unfortunately, I didn't think for a moment that he would spend all that money on these slutty outfits and not make us wear them.

While she was trying on the crop tops, and then the sheer blouses, I noticed that she appeared much older than her thirteen years; probably because her breasts are so well developed and because the clothing was made for much older girls. The idea of her wearing any of this stuff where anyone would see her was breaking my heart.

I wasn't even certain that she knew what all those obscene writings meant. It's likely that she does, though. In light of what she has recently been telling me about the school she's attending it's likely that her education in this area is much more advanced than it should be for a girl her age.

We finally came to the end of the clothing that we were to try on. I didn't know what to do next. Mr. Kent didn't give us any further instructions and I didn't think to ask. We were both naked now and there were no more clothes to try on. I pulled Heather close. I hugged her and we stood like that, waiting.

The fear that's been lingering in the back of my mind since we arrived at this sleazy studio began to grow rapidly now that we no longer had our modeling to occupy our minds.

The cameramen circled us for a few minutes, getting more close-ups of our naked bodies. Then the man who unlocked the door for us and has been taking the stills on his large digital camera handed the camera to one of the men seated nearby. He stepped inside the circle of bright lights that surrounded us and walked around us, moving a hand lightly over our bodies as he circled us slowly.

I couldn't help but notice the large erection that was tenting the front of his pants. I guess I know now what's coming next.

I shuddered again, fearing that this might be one of those men who Mr. Kent described as one of his friends who like young girls. He gave every indication of being very interested in Heather's nubile young body.

After circling us for a moment and lightly caressing our naked bodies he pulled us apart and instructed me to clear the clothes off of the bed.

He stood behind Heather, his hands cupping and holding her young breasts as I quickly pushed the clothing off of the bed and onto the floor on the other side. When I was finished he ordered both of us to undress him.

I let Heather start unbuttoning his shirt while I dropped to my knees and helped him take off his shoes and socks. Then I straightened up and began to unfasten his belt. His hands had returned to Heather's breasts, teasing her puffy nipples now as she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it.

I pulled his pants down to his ankles and he stepped out of them while holding onto Heather for support. I started to take his jockey shorts off but he stopped me. He pushed Heather to her knees in front of him and suggested that she should perform that task.