Closed: Karilina

[IRP2011]

Thursday Afternoon; Harrison High South Entrance:



Jake leaned back against his car and stared at the building that would soon become a whore house. He'd already inspected every inch of it interior, from the basement to the second floor and even the roof; and each of the past four school days, he'd parked his car in a different spot so that he could inconspicuously survey the foot and automobile traffic, as well as eye ball the neighbors, to see who was nosy and who might warrant some scrutiny in the future.

As he watched the students scatter to the four winds, some anxious to get away, others reluctant to have to go to their homes, he spotted Karilina McIntosh heading down the steps. He waited until she was close, until she caught his gaze and hesitated, then gestured him his way with a slight wave and asked softly, "Can you talk for a moment...?"

 

[choklatekoneko]

Kari, After School;

As soon as the bell rang, she grabbed her books and damn near skipped to the door. The class was dance team practice, and although things had went like usual, she noticed she was getting weird looks from her teachers, and even her friends. They knew something was off with her. Hell, she only had a couple of friends, not even enough to count on one finger. Only Jessica knew even part of the story. She didn't realize how hard it would have been in the beginning.


She raced down the steps, and upon seeing Mr. Jacobs, nearly veered off the concrete to avoid him, but they met eyes, and he was calling her over. She straighten her skirt and tie, brushing a caramel colored strand out of her hair as she walked over, her hips naturally swaying. Of course it wasn't intentional, it just ran in the family.

"Yes, Mr. Jacobs?" She said quietly, glancing around. She just hoped he wouldn't offer her a ride home, or ask what was going on. She thought she had been doing a pretty good job of keeping it under wraps so far, and wanted it to stay that way, at least til she was on solid ground.

 

[IRP2011]

Jake's mouth widened in a friendly smile as he began his litany of standard questions -- How are you? How's school? Any troubles? Etc., etc. -- and listened to her nervous responses; they both knew what topic they needed to discuss but couldn't because of the high volume of students flooding by them.

When at last the crowd cleared and he felt he could speak, he asked softly, "Would you like to go somewhere to talk...? We ... well, we can't leave together, for obvious reasons ... but there is a little coffee shop a block down ... Taylor's Tea and Biscuit, or some English sounding thing like that. We could meet there in, oh, twenty minutes...?"

Jake was hoping desperately that the girl would say yes, and then actually show up as well. Jessica had told him a bit about her, as much as she knew; "Kari" was living almost on the street, was nearly down to her last penny, was entertaining ways to make money, and was very aware that guys often gave her a second, hard look when she passed by them in the halls or out on the Quad. It only made sense that she join Jake and Jessica.

But Jessica had also told Jake something else; she had the distinct impression that Kari was, in her words, inexperienced. Upon hearing that, Jake had decided he wanted to be the one to provide that experience...

 

[choklatekoneko]

He smiled at her, which made her relax, at least somewhat but certainly not all the way.

He asked the normal questions any counselor would , and she answered them, quickly, nervously. She knew he heard it in her voice, and just hoped he would ignore it. How much had Jessica told him? She hope he didn't know the whole story-although it would be good to not have a secret anymore, she didn't wanna be ratted out and having to go back to her parents...and him, again.

Guys and girls passed, being nosy, and when the people for the most part cleared, Mr. Jacobs spoke again.

"Would you like to go somewhere to talk...? We ... well, we can't leave together, for obvious reasons ... but there is a little coffee shop a block down ... Taylor's Tea and Biscuit, or some English sounding thing like that. We could meet there in, oh, twenty minutes...?"

Kari sat there for a moment, biting her lip. She knew what place he was talking about. It was nice, cozy and tiny, and kids from school didn't particularly go there. She nodded, and spoke softly quietly.

"Sure, that's fine. I...guess I'll see you there then?"

 

[IRP2011]

Jake was standing outside the coffee shop's side entrance when he saw Kari approaching. He smiled to her, gestured toward the door and entered while she was still a couple of dozen yards away to give the illusion that they hadn't come there together.

Inside, she joined him in a corner booth, the only one without windows looking out onto the street. Jake thanked her for coming and gestured the waitress over. As she approached he made some random comment about her grades and her direction toward college admissions, attempting to paint the picture that they were simply there for an after school counseling session.

After the waitress had departed, Jake looked to Kari and smiled; he was pleased in that she was there, but he was also pleased with the possibilities. She was such a beautiful young woman; she was considering prostitution; she was inexperienced, or so he thought; and she was here with him. Jake knew he should simply discuss the business ahead of them, but he couldn't help but want to train her for that business.

He glanced about them; they were the only people in their corner of the cafe, and with the soft Celtic Music playing over the speakers all about the cafe, Jake felt confident that there conversation would be just between the two of them.

"Kari ... is it okay if I call you Kari...? I ... I know this might be a bit uncomfortable to talk about. We don't really know each other. But I want you to know that you can trust me ... with anything ... anything you want to say, anything you want to tell me. I'm here ... My goal here ... is to help all of you girls in any way I can."

The waitress brought their drinks, then departed.

Jake sipped at his tea, then continued, "First and foremost ... I heard than maybe you don't have a safe place to sleep." He put his hands up in a surrender gesture, quickly adding, "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to ... but ... I'm asking because ... well, I thought that ... maybe if you wanted to discuss ... what we're going to discuss ... you could come to my apartment. I have a very comfortable couch ... hot, clean shower. You could wash any clothes if you need, use the phone, do some homework..." Suck my dick... He smiled at the lustful thought. "You know ... if it would help..."

 

[choklatekoneko]

She walked quickly over, and once they had sat down and got settled, she undid her tie, letting her hair down out of the high ponytail it was in, relaxing a bit more. She shook it out, and after feeling a bit more comfortable, she was able to relax.

Once the waiter left, she smiled at him, and he did as well. In the back of her mind, she really didn't know what she was going to be doing, but it offered a safe environment, and money that she could really use at the moment. She needed it badly, so badly that she was willingly to do alot of things to get it.

She sat there for a moment, waiting for him to start. She crossed her legs under the table, setting her arms on it, folded. After a few moments, he spoke.

"Kari ... is it okay if I call you Kari...? I ... I know this might be a bit uncomfortable to talk about. We don't really know each other. But I want you to know that you can trust me ... with anything ... anything you want to say, anything you want to tell me. I'm here ... My goal here ... is to help all of you girls in any way I can."

She nodded at his words. Everybody else called her Kari, and she preferred it that way, mainly because everybody mispronounced her name, Karilina, though she didn't know how. They'd put too many syllables in it, or just mess it up in general.It was easier this way.

She was glad when the her drink came-a mocha, and she sipped quickly, licking her lips as she drank it. She waited for him to continue.

"First and foremost ... I heard than maybe you don't have a safe place to sleep." He put his hands up in a surrender gesture, quickly adding, "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to ... but ... I'm asking because ... well, I thought that ... maybe if you wanted to discuss ... what we're going to discuss ... you could come to my apartment. I have a very comfortable couch ... hot, clean shower. You could wash any clothes if you need, use the phone, do some homework...You know ... if it would help..."

She sighed, swallowing hard. Jessica had told. At least he wasn't going to go to the authorities, and she half-forgave her already, knowing she wouldn't do anything that wasn't in her best interests. They were friends after all, and she trusted Jessica. Shower, and a real bed? It was a hard thing to pass up, especially after where she had been sleeping.

"I guess that would be okay...I haven't really had a bed to sleep in." She looked down, her hazel eyes, catching the sunlight for a moment.

 

[IRP2011]

He'd mentioned a comfortable couch, but she'd commented on a bed; Jake wondered whether that was a slip or whether she was suggesting something closer to what he'd been imagining all along.

"Fine," he said, waving the waitress over and asking that their drinks be put in to-go cups. "I'm parked around the corner, in the alley. I don't think anyone will see us. You know ... appearance sake and all..."



Twenty minutes later, he was showing her the apartment -- bathroom, fridge, snack shelf, extra bedding and towels -- and, as she followed his direction, scoping out her body from every angle. She was a very shapely girl, small in stature at less than five and a half feet, but fully rounded in her buttocks, hips, and chests.

Jake had a sudden thought: he'd never been with a black girl before. Black, African-American, Person of Color ... what? It didn't matter, of course; he was probably the most liberal, free thinking man at the school, a member of nearly every left-leaning organization in the City and State, a long-time activist with the ACLU. He just thought it odd that at this age, the most racially diverse sexual relationship he had in Italy with a Romanian prostitute whose experience with the English language had been Suck or fuck ... fifty dolla'.

 

[choklatekoneko]

Around a half hour later, she was at the counselor's apartment, scanning around the room as he showed her around. It was very nice-clean and well kept, way more then she had expected. She could clearly get used to coming around here often.

She smiled at him as she twirled her hair, walking around and inspecting. She sat on the couch, sighing at how soft it felt. When was the last time, she had been in something relatively comfortable? She couldn't remember. She rested on the pillows, smiling at him, her hips jutting out slightly.

"So..what now?" she asked softly.

 

[IRP2011]

What now...? Jake wanted to say, Now we get undressed and you demonstrate your talent ... or lack there of. But, he didn't want to scare the girl away by making it look like he was only on the make. He asked if he could get her something to drink, then made his way to the kitchen. He returned, handing over her requested liquid ... then sat on the couch very near to her, as he might a date, and lifted his bottle of dark beer to his lips.

As he drank, he maintained his gaze on her eyes; they were a sparkling hazel that seemed to shift between more brown or more green as she looked about the apartment.

"Kari, I'd ... I'd like to be very ... up front with you about what Jessica and I are planning." He took another sip at his beer and explained how he and Jessica were looking out for the girls -- and boy, too, remembering Nate -- and trying to create a working environment in which they would be safer, make more money, and feel more confident about that they were doing with their bodies. It was pretty much what he'd discussed with Jessica; nothing new, and no secrets.

Then he allowed his eyes to drop to Kari's body for a moment, before he looked back up to her. With his trusting counselor's voice, Jake said, "I want you to be able to trust me. I would never allow anything to happen to you all."

He took another drag on the bottle, glancing down at her again; when his eyes rose, he saw that she had certainly seem him ogling her. He smiled, then chuckled. After a moment, his expression went a bit more serious. "Kari ... I don't want to be too forward ... but ... about the sleeping arrangements tonight. Would you like to sleep with me tonight? Maybe we could ... you know, see where we stand in that department...?"

 

[choklatekoneko]

She smiled at his small reaction, and then asked for some pop as she was asked something to drink.

Once she received it, she smiled at him, crossing her legs once again. They caught eyes, and he seem to stare, looking at the way they caught the lights, and she continued to look at him once he began talking.


"Kari, I'd ... I'd like to be very ... up front with you about what Jessica and I are planning..."

Kari, bit her lip, slightly nervous-hell, afraid, of what she was getting herself into. She needed the money, but enough to fuck for it? She didn't know yet, but she was pretty sure she probably needed to find out before she started. Either way, if the money was good, she probably wasn't going to quit anyway.

He must have sensed her panic, because his voice instantly made her calmer. "I want you to be able to trust me. I would never allow anything to happen to you all."

She nodded, and he glanced at her body, looking, not hiding it. She met his eyes as they came back up to her face, and she couldn't help but blush, smiling shyly. After a moment, the seriousness in the air returned.

"Kari ... I don't want to be too forward ... but ... about the sleeping arrangements tonight. Would you like to sleep with me tonight? Maybe we could ... you know, see where we stand in that department...?"

"Um..." She thought about it for a moment. I mean, it might help to do something before everything went down, and to see where she stood. "Uh..sure. I guess that's cool."

 

[IRP2011]

Jake's penis had been at half-mast off and on since even before they'd entered his apartment as his imagination ran wild with thoughts of being between Kari's thighs. But now, as she said she'd sleep with him, he quickly and completely hardened for her and found himself having to shift his sitting position to allow his imprisoned dick to fall to a less-restrictive position.

He smiled to her, took one more sip at his beer, and stood. "Give me a moment ... to prepare."

He turned away and headed into the bedroom, making his way about the room, lighting a dozen candles, firing up the natural gas fireplace ... cracking the windows so the neighbor girls might again hear him pleasuring another woman. He turned in place, inspecting the room; it was ready. He called out, "Kari...?"

As he waited, he slid off his belt and began unbuttoning his shirt. He was in a hurry to get inside the girl -- his fifth sexual partner in just over a week, more lovers than he'd had in the past five years! -- but he did his best to appear cool, calm, and collected about what lie ahead of the pair...

(OOC -- Was wanting to use Kari's pic in her underwear, the one on her profile during their sex scene. I love pics.)