My fingers continue tapping out an imaginary rhythm on the handle of my shopping cart; the people in line two carts ahead of me are taking forever. While her mother chats with the people ahead of them, the girl in front of me hangs off her cart's handle, looking just as bored as I feel. I'm not normally one to be interested in kids, but this young girl's clothing choice coupled with my crippling boredom leads my eyes to surreptitiously wander over her lithe form. She looks to be around ten-years-old and is wearing a pink and black crop top that exposes her entire midriff. Judging by the girl's matching and equally tight-fitting shorts, she must be a gymnast—I can't imagine any mother would allow her to wear that type of clothing in public otherwise. Trying not to be too obvious, I let my eyes drift upward, stopping on her long blonde hair which is tied up in a ponytail—indeed in a common style used by gymnasts.
The young girl notices me looking and smiles up at me, her grin revealing what appears to be a fruit-flavored lollipop protruding from her soft pink lips. My breath quickens at the sight, and although I try to hide it, the way she flicks her eyes up to mine make it clear that she's all too aware of the effect her actions are having on me. I quickly look away, trying not to stare while I move down the checkout line, but unable to stop myself from continued glances in her direction. She's now looking at some magazines near the cashier's counter and has shifted her position so that she's facing away from me with her body leaning forward, showing off an even more enticing view of her tender bottom. There's no chance that she's unaware of my eyes on her, her slow rocking against the cart giving the appearance of a bored kid to the casual observer and taking on an entirely new meaning to me. My efforts to ignore her behavior are further complicated by the girl turning around to show off her light pink lollipop which sticks out from between her equally pink lips.
The ten-year-old takes the lollipop between two fingers and twirls it once, twice, three times before sticking out her tongue, her eyes catching mine and twinkling with mischief. Once she's sure she has my attention, the girl wiggles her tongue at me before slowly lapping at the sugary treat, her tongue making wet slurping sounds as she does so. It's quite clear that she's teasing me on purpose, which only makes her actions all the more erotic. She glances over at me again, licking her lips in a tantalizing fashion, leaving me no choice but to avert my gaze once more, feeling ashamed of myself. This has to stop—she's only a child! Yet she's staring right at me while teasing me so thoroughly; there must be something wrong with me if I can't stop myself from looking at a little girl's bare stomach, her supple pink lips, and her tight little ass...
After making sure that her mother is sufficiently preoccupied with loading their groceries onto the checkout counter, the girl sidles over to me, not stopping until we're practically touching. Grinning, she stands up on her tiptoes and leans in, whispering into my ear: "I'm gonna be outside the mall on Main Street this afternoon, come meet me there at three; bring lots of candy, too!" Her voice is soft, and she seems to be having trouble keeping herself from giggling. Her blonde ponytail swishes through the air when she turns her head, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter as she returns to her mother's side without waiting for a response, leaving my heart thumping and my mind racing. While I try to comprehend why she would proposition me like that, my thoughts keep drifting back to the sight of her chest so close to my own when she had leaned into my ear. Her perky young breasts are small enough that they wouldn't be visible at all but for her form-fitting top, which somehow makes them all the more sensual.
***
The afternoon comes in a flash, and I arrive at the mall just as the bell on the nearby church begins to toll, its long chimes signaling the arrival of three o'clock. As requested, I've brought an assortment of candy in a small bag at my side, and my throat is dry with nervousness as I walk around the corner, hoping to find the little girl waiting for me. A few people are milling about the shopping center, but most seem to have gone home already. What am I doing? This is ridiculous, why would a little girl want to meet with me after seeing how I was staring at her. I'm about to give up and call it a day when I feel a weight on my back and a soft, girlish whisper in my ear. "Wow, you really showed up. Kinda makes me wanna just leave and forget the whole thing; I dunno if I wanna be around someone stupid enough to follow a little girl he just met to a public place of her choosing. Aren't you worried about getting caught?"
The sudden hot air blown into my ear causes me to shudder, as does her weight against my back. The young girl talks so fast that I can barely keep up with what she's saying, and she's leaning so close that I can smell the fruity scent of her breath, mixed with the faintest hint of perfume. The image of her sharklike grin from this morning is still engraved into my mind—she's surely wearing a similar expression right now as she grips my shirt, her soft breath tickling my neck. "H-Hi," is all I manage to get out, unable to formulate any kind of response to her rapid speech.
My reply seems to amuse the preteen, and she pulls away, giggling before showing me her outstretched hand. "Give." Confused, I stare blankly at her, causing her face to twist into the cutest little pout. "Candy!" she demands, holding out her open palm. Helpless to resist her cute smile and demanding eyes, I pull a candy bar from my pocket, handing it over without hesitation. Laughing, the girl takes it, her eyes never leaving mine. "I know what kinds of thoughts you're having, Mister," she whispers. "But I promise I won't tell anybody. You don't have to worry about anything happening to your secret, okay? We can both get something out of this, so just trust me a lil' bit—I'm not gonna to tell on you."
I try to respond to the girl, but can't even begin to find the words, realizing too late that she has grabbed my wrist and begun pulling me down the sidewalk. "W-Where are we going?" I stammer, too shocked to try and resist.
"Somewhere private," she replies coyly, leading me down the road. I'm starting to get nervous, wondering where this could possibly lead and why she's being so secretive about it. After a short distance, the girl pulls me into an alley and stops, turning to face me and putting her arms around my neck before pressing her body tightly against mine. "Now," she whispers, standing up on her tiptoes and placing her mouth next to my ear, "We can make our deal official." Giggling, she kisses me on the cheek, causing my heart to pound and my mind to go blank. "Gimme a lollipop," she demands. At her command, I quickly produce a strawberry lollipop from my bag of candy, unwrapping the treat before handing it to her.
The girl sucks on it for a moment before taking it out of her mouth and holding it while she speaks. "Don't think I didn't notice you checking me out today, Mister. I saw every single time you looked at me, and I bet everybody else did too. I saw how you watched while I sucked that lollipop. You were imagining me sucking something else, weren't you?" I'm too terrified to respond—one wrong move and my life is over.
Taking my silence as a cue to continue, she giggles again, biting her lip and straining on her toes to look me straight in the eye. "Well, I'll tell you what," she continues. "If you promise to buy me whatever I want, you can take me home, and I'll let you watch me play with myself." I can hardly believe the words coming from her mouth—how can a ten-year-old child have such confidence about that kind of thing? Her eyes never waver from mine as she watches my reaction. This has to some kind of trap; there's no way a little girl should be talking like this—and yet she is. Her eyes are telling me that despite her joking tone, she's dead serious about her offer.
I allow myself to think about the risks such an arrangement would hold for only a moment before I'm overwhelmed with images of her naked body while she touches herself. "O-Okay," I respond, my voice barely louder than a whisper.
"I knew it! I knew you were a pedo!" I hardly think it's fair that she's accusing me of that after spending the last ten minutes avidly teasing me both verbally and physically, but I refrain from saying so and instead take her hand. "Ew! Don't touch me, pervert!" the child exclaims, despite her hands having spent the better part of ten minutes resting on my chest only a moment before.
"Sorry, I was just going to lead you to my car." She huffs at this, but allows me to lead her to where I had parked earlier outside the mall.
We get into my car and begin the drive back to my apartment. After a few minutes of driving I speak up. "What's your name anyway? You never told me."
The girl scoffs at my question. "Ugh, you're so gross! Why do you want to know my name, creep?" Before I can answer, she starts speaking again. "It's Hailey, but I don't want you speaking to me anyway, so it's not like you'll have any reason to use it." I have no response to that, so we continue the rest of the drive in silence.
***
After a brief tour of my apartment, Hailey plops herself down on my couch, sprawling out across it with her legs uncrossed and arms behind her head as she looks up at me. I stand awkwardly next to the coffee table with some candy in my hand, unsure of what to do or say. Smirking, she snatches a candy bar out of my hand, unwrapping it and then using it to gesture at the opposite side of the room. "Go sit over there, I don't want you anywhere near me." I obey without question and take a seat on the floor far away from her while she takes a bite of her chocolate. Once she's done with her candy, Hailey throws the wrapper on the floor and then reaches her arms into the air, letting out a long yawn as she stretches. "I feel pretty good right now, so I'm gonna take a nap after I masturbate."
With that, she lifts