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The Great American Traveling Carnival and Freak Show was a ragtag collection of misfits, runaways, druggies, geeks, criminals, freaks, pimps and whores. Each year the crew assembled in Springwoods and then over the summer months traveled about in a convoy of pickup trucks, and old trailers. To the local citizens, they provided an opportunity to ride the midway, devour popcorn, red candy apples, and pink cotton candy. They could play games of games to win big money or an assortment of prizes from giant stuffed monkeys to key chains. They could see the freaks or even have their fortunes told for them.
"Something fun for everyone" was the theme of the carnival and the saying was very true. For most of the normal folk the rides, the attractions, the games and the exhibits captured their attention. But for the men who knew better, the carnival was the best place to drink after hours, smoke-up and fuck at bargain prices. In the back trailers is where the hardest action took place both with the customers and between the workers. There were no limits and everyone played hard and fucked harder.
The whole shooting match was owned by Billy Smith. He was a short man with the body of a boxer. He played hard 24/7. He liked to drink and fuck and make money. In the collection of towns where the carnival stopped he knew which palms to grease and what freebies to supply to the right folks to avoid any hassles or trouble with the law. On everybody's action from the whores to the game show folks he had a cut of the pie and firm management control. If you pissed him off, he had had a dark side and could move your ride or game to an empty area of the park or dump you down wind from the latrines.
Springwoods was the starting point and this year Shelly White had decided she would escape her dull country life and run off with the carnival. It was a boy she had met at the carnival the previous year who had made her all sorts of promises if she meet him the next summer. All year she had waited to make her escape. She had saved some money, had packed two suitcases and then hitched a ride into Springwoods.
It was dark when she arrived in town and the old couple dropped her off at entrance grounds. Somehow she was strangely disappointed as she looked around for Steve and he was nowhere to be found. After a few inquired of various carnies, she had learned the reality that poor Steve had overdosed during the winter.
Shelly had been in tears when she was told the bad news. But the man and the woman in their early thirties were quick to put two and two together and assured her that everything was going to be okay. They told her they had been friends of Steve and that if he had promised her work at the carnival they would take care of everything for her. It was a relief to Shelly and too naively she accepted their friendship and moved into their trailer on an interim basis.
The black women and her white boyfriend had been so friendly and such a comfort to her that she had simply loaded her bags into their trailer and allowed herself to be taken to meet the owner (Billy Smith). While she waited two hours to speak to the owner about a job, the "nice couple" took the liberty of stealing her two suitcases as they disappeared after being paid off for their help in setting up the rides.
Tired of waiting Shelly entered the office to speak to Billy Smith and was surprised he didn't know she had been waiting. As she explained her bad luck with Steve dying, but her good luck in meeting the nice couple near the entrance, she explained she was there for the job. He seemed to have no idea whom she was talking about or what job she was seeking.
Billy Smith was direct as he probed her up and down with his eyes. He listened attentively to her story as he smoked a big cigar and drank whiskey.
"Babe... I got to be honest... Steve was a pothead.... and a constant pussy hound... He'd promise the local girls anything to fuck em.... He left them as fast as he fucked them... We ain't got no one on staff at the carnival like the couple you described... Sounds like you've been hustled by some of the day laborers... They're probably long gone with all your stuff.... But I see you got your purse and so you're lucky to have your identification and money still..." Billy went on as she explained the facts of life to the pretty country hick chick that stood before him.
"Babe .. Go home... This ain't the life for a nice gal.... Sure we can work you here... You'll make lots of money and make some new friends too.... But these waters are shark infested babe and these folks will eat you alive...." Bill added in a fatherly voice as he tried to shoo the young woman from his office.
Shelly knew she up the creek. If she went home now her parents would likely ground her for the rest of her life. They'd go crazy. It would be messy. She just couldn't face them. Most of her money was gone with her suitcases. She probably didn't have enough money in her purse for a bus ride home.
"Mr. Smith... I'm a hard worker... I need a job.... and I need to be traveling with the carnival.... I'm in a pickle at home and I just need to be here" Shelly spoke with such candour as she stood straight to better show off her body.
"Look... Miss...." Bill started to reply but Shelly cut him off.
"Just Shelly.... my name is Shelly... I can do this... I can work any where you want... I'm smart and learn fast..." Shelly blurted out in a panicky voice. She knew the interview was being ended and she was in trouble.
"Okay... Shelly... You look barely 18.... In those baggy clothes... I doubt the men would even be interested in you... I'm sure you're sweet and all... But men... Well they are all pigs.... " Bill went on as he challenged Shelly with his eyes.
Shelly didn't wait for another cue as she quickly slipped off her baggy sweatshirt to reveal her rather delicious fit sexy body. Quickly as Bill watched she stripped off her white blouse and then her jeans. Before Bill she stood in her bra and panties. She was a real looker with large double D breasts, a cute small ass, and a pretty innocent face. Her long red hair was a fiery red color, her lips were large and pouty, and her big green eyes were mesmerizing.
Bill smiled and spoke in appreciation of her beauty.
"Yes... They're big and double Ds... They get attention" Shelly spoke in a strange but confident tone.
He spoke in a rushed voice:
"Okay.. okay... You're in for a test period.... We'll see.... You can share a trailer with that Siamese freak for now until we get you settled... She lives alone though..... Some find her a little different.... You know when a twin dies they say the other twin can still feel their presence.... Some say that what gives her the power to see the future and to deal with spirits and shit like that....If you believe that shit....."
"Oh thank you Mr. Smith.... I'll do real good... I won't be any trouble" Shelly promised. as she felt relief for the moment. She now had a job and a place to stay. Things were finally looking up after a bad start so far.
"I'll find something for you in the games booths.... But you owe me big time.... Now scat... I got work to do... Come back around 9 PM.... Go meet your new trailer mate!" Bill told her in a firm boss like voice.
"Yes.. Yes Sir" Shelly replied as she quickly dressed under Mr. Smith's appreciative eye and then she headed out.
Now I owe the boss and Frankie too.... How do I explain this? Shelly thought in quiet reflection as Bill began to drive off.
"Ah... Boss.. Can we keep this whole thing a secret... You know it's sort of humiliating" Shelly spoke in a soft voice with pleading eyes.
IC
The Great American Traveling Carnival and Freak Show was a ragtag collection of misfits, runaways, druggies, geeks, criminals, freaks, pimps and whores. Each year the crew assembled in Springwoods and then over the summer months traveled about in a convoy of pickup trucks, and old trailers. To the local citizens, they provided an opportunity to ride the midway, devour popcorn, red candy apples, and pink cotton candy. They could play games of games to win big money or an assortment of prizes from giant stuffed monkeys to key chains. They could see the freaks or even have their fortunes told for them.
"Something fun for everyone" was the theme of the carnival and the saying was very true. For most of the normal folk the rides, the attractions, the games and the exhibits captured their attention. But for the men who knew better, the carnival was the best place to drink after hours, smoke-up and fuck at bargain prices. In the back trailers is where the hardest action took place both with the customers and between the workers. There were no limits and everyone played hard and fucked harder.
The whole shooting match was owned by Billy Smith. He was a short man with the body of a boxer. He played hard 24/7. He liked to drink and fuck and make money. In the collection of towns where the carnival stopped he knew which palms to grease and what freebies to supply to the right folks to avoid any hassles or trouble with the law. On everybody's action from the whores to the game show folks he had a cut of the pie and firm management control. If you pissed him off, he had had a dark side and could move your ride or game to an empty area of the park or dump you down wind from the latrines.
Springwoods was the starting point and this year Shelly White had decided she would escape her dull country life and run off with the carnival. It was a boy she had met at the carnival the previous year who had made her all sorts of promises if she meet him the next summer. All year she had waited to make her escape. She had saved some money, had packed two suitcases and then hitched a ride into Springwoods.
It was dark when she arrived in town and the old couple dropped her off at entrance grounds. Somehow she was strangely disappointed as she looked around for Steve and he was nowhere to be found. After a few inquired of various carnies, she had learned the reality that poor Steve had overdosed during the winter.
Shelly had been in tears when she was told the bad news. But the man and the woman in their early thirties were quick to put two and two together and assured her that everything was going to be okay. They told her they had been friends of Steve and that if he had promised her work at the carnival they would take care of everything for her. It was a relief to Shelly and too naively she accepted their friendship and moved into their trailer on an interim basis.
The black women and her white boyfriend had been so friendly and such a comfort to her that she had simply loaded her bags into their trailer and allowed herself to be taken to meet the owner (Billy Smith). While she waited two hours to speak to the owner about a job, the "nice couple" took the liberty of stealing her two suitcases as they disappeared after being paid off for their help in setting up the rides.
Tired of waiting Shelly entered the office to speak to Billy Smith and was surprised he didn't know she had been waiting. As she explained her bad luck with Steve dying, but her good luck in meeting the nice couple near the entrance, she explained she was there for the job. He seemed to have no idea whom she was talking about or what job she was seeking.
Billy Smith was direct as he probed her up and down with his eyes. He listened attentively to her story as he smoked a big cigar and drank whiskey.
"Babe... I got to be honest... Steve was a pothead.... and a constant pussy hound... He'd promise the local girls anything to fuck em.... He left them as fast as he fucked them... We ain't got no one on staff at the carnival like the couple you described... Sounds like you've been hustled by some of the day laborers... They're probably long gone with all your stuff.... But I see you got your purse and so you're lucky to have your identification and money still..." Billy went on as she explained the facts of life to the pretty country hick chick that stood before him.
"Babe .. Go home... This ain't the life for a nice gal.... Sure we can work you here... You'll make lots of money and make some new friends too.... But these waters are shark infested babe and these folks will eat you alive...." Bill added in a fatherly voice as he tried to shoo the young woman from his office.
Shelly knew she up the creek. If she went home now her parents would likely ground her for the rest of her life. They'd go crazy. It would be messy. She just couldn't face them. Most of her money was gone with her suitcases. She probably didn't have enough money in her purse for a bus ride home.
"Mr. Smith... I'm a hard worker... I need a job.... and I need to be traveling with the carnival.... I'm in a pickle at home and I just need to be here" Shelly spoke with such candour as she stood straight to better show off her body.
"Look... Miss...." Bill started to reply but Shelly cut him off.
"Just Shelly.... my name is Shelly... I can do this... I can work any where you want... I'm smart and learn fast..." Shelly blurted out in a panicky voice. She knew the interview was being ended and she was in trouble.
"Okay... Shelly... You look barely 18.... In those baggy clothes... I doubt the men would even be interested in you... I'm sure you're sweet and all... But men... Well they are all pigs.... " Bill went on as he challenged Shelly with his eyes.
Shelly didn't wait for another cue as she quickly slipped off her baggy sweatshirt to reveal her rather delicious fit sexy body. Quickly as Bill watched she stripped off her white blouse and then her jeans. Before Bill she stood in her bra and panties. She was a real looker with large double D breasts, a cute small ass, and a pretty innocent face. Her long red hair was a fiery red color, her lips were large and pouty, and her big green eyes were mesmerizing.
Bill smiled and spoke in appreciation of her beauty.
"Yes... They're big and double Ds... They get attention" Shelly spoke in a strange but confident tone.
He spoke in a rushed voice:
"Okay.. okay... You're in for a test period.... We'll see.... You can share a trailer with that Siamese freak for now until we get you settled... She lives alone though..... Some find her a little different.... You know when a twin dies they say the other twin can still feel their presence.... Some say that what gives her the power to see the future and to deal with spirits and shit like that....If you believe that shit....."
"Oh thank you Mr. Smith.... I'll do real good... I won't be any trouble" Shelly promised. as she felt relief for the moment. She now had a job and a place to stay. Things were finally looking up after a bad start so far.
"I'll find something for you in the games booths.... But you owe me big time.... Now scat... I got work to do... Come back around 9 PM.... Go meet your new trailer mate!" Bill told her in a firm boss like voice.
"Yes.. Yes Sir" Shelly replied as she quickly dressed under Mr. Smith's appreciative eye and then she headed out.
Now I owe the boss and Frankie too.... How do I explain this? Shelly thought in quiet reflection as Bill began to drive off.
"Ah... Boss.. Can we keep this whole thing a secret... You know it's sort of humiliating" Shelly spoke in a soft voice with pleading eyes.
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