The Great American Traveling Carnival and Freak Show

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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.
 
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Bill Smith

Bill sat there in the trailer, thinking if he had made the right choice in doing this, “Well we do need the help, and she is such a pretty thing, I wonder if she might want to do some of the side show dancing, or maybe even one of the strippers.” He had his hands full with those people and maybe a new face would bring in some new blood to get their profits up.

He figured that sending her to the single Siamese twin that they were the safest one she could be bunked up with, as she might eat her, but not eat her alive. He contemplated what to do with her, but also figured putting her at that darn ring toss game she could stay out of trouble.

Taking his cowboy hat in hand he figured it was time to wander the show, and check on the misfits that he had to baby sit, “I hope this year the druggies are not to hard to deal with, I would rather take a dozen drunks and work with them then those that do that hard shit.”

He opened his door, and looked, that odd smell of a midway that grease of those machines, and that cooked food, hmmm…just brought a nice feeling to his pocket, “Lets see what suckers we have her tonight for marks, ah shafting I will go.” There were many rides this year, and with the new wirlaway, he knew that would shake out many a dollar from those that got on that little gem. He smiled at those marks, oh people as he walked down that midway. Checking in on some of the whacked help he had working there.

Making his way threw the crowd he got to the cooks area, looking around at some of those folks, he just shook his head, that bearded lady, she was way to hairy this year, and those freaks with the extra fingers, well shit they will do quite nicely, he had his favorite ones, those Siamese Twins, boy they could make any man feel good. And that tattooed lady, she didn’t have a square inch of free skin on her left, heck he had even done some on her one night.

Well he had better get this done with all that were here, “Welcome you freaks, ah, you wonderful people, this should be a good year, we have a lot of new rides, and many new faces here, now I got to tell you, try not to drink in public, and don’t shoot up anywhere where the marks can see you, oh the people can see you. So lets give it a blast, and get this freak show on the move, and above all…. Let’s Make Money!”

As he looked at his watch he knew he had better get back to the trailer, that new girl would be coming there soon, and those other two Billy, and Joe, or what ever the hell there names were. He could see many a booth not taking care of so he would put them in there and show them how to properly bilk those marks out of there money.

Entering the trailer, there was Shelly, and the twin had got her set up properly, with a tight spandex top, and a set of pants that looked like they were sprayed on, “Well I see the twin got you all set for clothes, now I will put you down on the ring toss game, you just sit there and make yourself look pretty, you only will be a few stands away from me and I can keep an eye on you, get those marks, oh the people I call marks, you mark them and try to suck them in, you will have no problem with pulling them in the way you are dressed, gigile a bit more for those men, and young boys, promise them the world and then just cut off there balls. This is an easy job, and if anyone of the cops or town fathers come around and accuse you of cheating, just send them to me.”

He saw those other two misfits enter the trailer, “I told you 9, and shit now it’s 15 after, you keep this up I will have your ass for breakfast, now go to the end booth you with the red hat, and I think your name is Joe? Well you get near Shelly here, and don’t get any ideas of trying to fuck with her, I will tear you a new asshole if you do, not your property to do it with, you got me?” He just saw 2 heads nod, and headed out the trailer.

“Missy, ah, Shelly, you get anyone messing with you, you tell me, don’t say anything to them just come here, take your money box though, and watch it, as your accountable for what you do, and if one of these other snakes here see your box open or left out they will take it, this is life, protect your ass at all costs, and be up front with me and you will go far.”

He got his hat again and grabbed another money box, and held open the door for Shelly, they walked to the booth and he showed her the ropes, “if you see the good stuff here the pegs are just pushed a way so you can not see it, but the loops will fall off, this is life and we make money here, you have your lock box now, and there is a hundred bucks in there in change, you don’t loose it, no matter what.” He stood back and watched for a few, “Yup she will be a fine piece of ass, and after these guys get done with her, she will be just begging to come live in my trailer.”

With a glint in his eye he went and wandered, watching some of those losers get bilked out of there money, and he knew it was going to be a good year.
 
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Holy shit.... I was suckered in the first ten minutes of arriving here.....I was almost on my way home... Anywhere is better than home... At least I have a place to sleep and a job Shelly thought gratefully as she walked down the steps of the trailer and back in to the mayhem of the carnival setting up. Workmen were everywhere as they banged in long metal stakes or hammered in sheets of wood. All around the community fairgrounds the place was slowly being transformed into place of family fun and excitement. But in the back areas other people were busy setting up the after hours speak easy, the whorehouses, and the drug parlors.

Shelly worked her way through a maze of trailers. Most of the trailers were 10 or twenty years old and bore the company emblem on the side. They looked grimmy and old, and more often than not the paint was peeling on the sides exposing the bare metal. There were three or four dozen company trailers intermixed with a few newer and obviously more expensive trailers and motor homes. With a lot of effort, Shelly found her trailer at the end of row of trailers that bordered a nearby forest and back exit. From the outside the trailer was no better or worse than most of the others, it had pick curtains, and was number "69".

Shelly had a bad feeling as she headed up the stairs and knocked on the door as she called out:

"Hi... I;m Shelly... Your new room mate!"

There was no answer inside but a man stuck his head out a nearby trailer and yelled out at her:

"She's with the freaks setting up.... Welcome.... You look real sweet... I hope we get to know you much closer... ah... I mean better..... I'm Bert.... When you're ready to party you let me know first... I'll set you up right" the 20 something man with a black beard and bald head told her.

"I'm Shelly" Shelly nervously and foolishly reintroduced herself.

"Yeah.. I know.... You said that... We heard your the new girl... You got guts to give old Bill a blow job to get into this hell hole" Bert laughed.

Shelly blushed and stammered: "I didn't" but she was obviously red faced and though she hadn't given Bill a BJ she did strip down for him.

"Hey Shelly... I don't judge girl... But if you get short of cash you come to me first... I always like to get the new girls first" Bert added with a cynical laugh as she closed the window and stuck his head back in. It was then that Shelly realized that his trailer was obviously air conditioned whereas her trailer had the windrows wide open.

Opening the door, Shelly peered into the empty trailer. Then she stepped into her new home and a a whole new life. The trailer was hot and had the smell of old booze and stale cigarettes. At the opposites ends of the trailers there were two small rooms with double beds. Pink velvet curtains separated the bedrooms from the combined living room/kitchen area. There was a trailer size stove, oven, fridge and two fans blowing air around the kitchen/living room. There was a small eating table with four folding chairs. There was also ticked into the side, a miniature bathroom with a mechanical toilet, sink and a shower. Little did Shelly realize that the shower didn't work and that there was no hot water either.

"Okay.... It could be worse... I'm got maybe a hundred bucks... The clothes I'm wearing..... I need to get some food..... and find out more about my new job.... Bill made me realize I need to be seen her to make an impression... So I've got to dress better" Shelly spoke to herself. It was a bad nervous habit she had. Shelly was eager to make a good impression with her new room mate and began to try to clean up the place as best she could.

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It was just before 8:30 PM when Shelly returned to her trailer after another walk around the carnival grounds. Everything was ready and the crowds were rolling in all over the place. The rides were pumping out loud rock music as the ride goers squealed and screamed in delight. The vendors were selling their snow cones, candy apples, popcorn, corn dogs and cotton candy. The games were clicking, clacking and thundering along with their races, water pistols, toss games, and basket ball hoops. Kids were smiling and whining. Parents were trying to keep an eye on their kids and their wallets.

In the trailer, Shelly was disappointed that she still didn't meet her new room mate but there was a note on the table telling her to put on the new outfit, and to join up with the employee pep talk at 8:30 PM.

"Shit.. I'm going to be late" Shelly spoke aloud as she hurried to find a tight sexy black spandex top and a equally slutty white pair of short shorts on her bed.

"I can't wear that!" Shelly proclaimed and then realized if she didn't she probably get her ass fired and be back home by breakfast.

"Okay... okay... I'll wear it... No one knows me here anyway.... " Shelly told herself as she slipped out of her baggy clothes, jeans and blouse and then into the tight black spandex top and little white short shorts. She felt ridiculous.

But with her bra and undies on, the top was crushing her big boobs, and her panties were showing through the white shorts. The whole thing thing was just way to tight and awkward so she took another giant step as she slipped off her panties and bra and readjusted her top and then her shorts. The tight spandex black top had a v-neck that showed off her ample cleavage and now fit her like a fine leather glove. The tight little white short shorts were form fitting and amply displayed her sweet bum and legs. She slipped into a pair of black cowboy boots and place a black cowgirl hat on her head.

In the little bathroom she applied some blue eye shadow, rouge, and a sexy Cinnamon tasting lipstick. She brushed back her long red hair and brushed her teeth. With quick steps she managed to get down the trailer steps and into the nearby crowd just as a familiar voice, boomed out:

“Welcome you freaks, ah, you wonderful people, this should be a good year, we have a lot of new rides, and many new faces here, now I got to tell you, try not to drink in public, and don’t shoot up anywhere where the marks can see you, oh the people can see you. So lets give it a blast, and get this freak show on the move, and above all…. Let’s Make Money!”

The carnies dashed off to their own stands and areas. It was some sort of shift change as the day workers retired and the evening/night workers took over the show. When the little motivational speech ended, Shelly hurried back to the boss' trailer to find out the particulars of her new job.

He spoke in confident and business like manner:

“Well I see the twin got you all set for clothes, now I will put you down on the ring toss game, you just sit there and make yourself look pretty, you only will be a few stands away from me and I can keep an eye on you, get those marks, oh the people I call marks, you mark them and try to suck them in, you will have no problem with pulling them in the way you are dressed, giggle a bit more for those men, and young boys, promise them the world and then just cut off there balls. This is an easy job, and if anyone of the cops or town fathers come around and accuse you of cheating, just send them to me.”

"Yes Sir.... I understand" Shelly replied quickly. She didn't know anything about the hustle or carnival way but she knew she could work a booth. She could take money, make change and give out rings. She knew she could look pretty and be polite to the men.

Shelly felt awkward as two others entered the trailer and the boss seemed to flip out on them with his declaration:

I told you 9, and shit now it’s 15 after, you keep this up I will have your ass for breakfast, now go to the end booth you with the red hat, and I think your name is Joe? Well you get near Shelly here, and don’t get any ideas of trying to fuck with her, I will tear you a new asshole if you do, not your property to do it with, you got me?”

The two men just nodded and the boss headed out of the trailer.

Shelly followed the men.

He just saw 2 heads nod, and headed out the trailer.

The boss explained a little more:

“Missy, ah, Shelly, you get anyone messing with you, you tell me, don’t say anything to them just come here, take your money box though, and watch it, as your accountable for what you do, and if one of these other snakes here see your box open or left out they will take it, this is life, protect your ass at all costs, and be up front with me and you will go far.”

"Yes Sir..." Shelly replied as she now remembered leaving her purse in the trailer. She hadn't bothered to lock it up since she hadn't yet got a key for the trailer.

At the booth she listened to the explanation:

“If you see the good stuff here the pegs are just pushed a way so you can not see it, but the loops will fall off, this is life and we make money here, you have your lock box now, and there is a hundred bucks in there in change, you don’t loose it, no matter what.”

Shelly looked around the booth and realized this was make it or brake it time.

The man seemed to watch her as she set up her station. She overheard him as he spoke in a hushed voice to the second man:

“Yup she will be a fine piece of ass, and after these guys get done with her, she will be just begging to come live in my trailer.”

Shelly didn't waste any time as the canopy was rolled up and her booth was in action.

She called out with a smile:

"Three rings for $5.... Win a big prize..... Easy as pie....."

A woman with two young kids gave her a dirty look and scolded her:

"You should be ashamed of yourself dressing like that!"

It was unnerving to Shelly but she held her tongue and just called out again:

""Three rings for $5.... Win a big prize..... Easy as pie....."

Ten or fifteen minutes had gone by and Shelly had only brought in $15. From looking at some of the other booths she could tell they were raking in the customers and the money. In desperation she watched their action and learned a few tricks. The girls at the other booths were calling out to the guys, challenging to win a prize for their girlfriend or even just shamelessly flirting.

Shelly was determined to try it. An older man was passing by and Shelly called him over:

"Hey Good looking... You gotta play the ring toss... Only $5 for three rings... I bet you could win big... A man as strong and experienced as yourself... You could bring your little lady home a real nice prize... Look over her at the prizes"

Shelly was smiling at him as she leaned over the counter to give the man a full peek at her huge breasts. He didn't hesitate to take a long look as she handed him the three rings and took the $5 that magically appeared in his hands. The man was so stunned at her good looks and attention, that his three shots went wide of any of the little poles.

"Honey... You got to try again...." Shelly beamed a smile at him as she watched other men gathering around to take an interest in the game and the action unfolding. She made a point of wiggling her sweet ass as she walked away to pick up the rings and bent over to pick them up. There were two soft whistles as she stood back up.

"Come on sugar... " Shelly pushed the old man as he produced another $5 and she gave him 3 more rings.

"The big prizes are at the back Sir.... Use those big muscles... Show these guys how to do it...." Shelly grinned seductively.

I can do this.... I can do this Shelly told herself as she stuffed the bill into her the money case.
 
Billy, and Joe

Joe just wandered around lost for a bit, he not to much on the intelligence scale, his brother always looked out for him but he knew he could do this. “Billy what booth did he say for me to take?” Too much of corn squeezins when he was a teenager got his mind in a jam one night, and he never was the same, he was taking care of by Billy, as his parents just left one night.

“Damn it Joey, he just told you to take that one over there, the one with the darts, and I will be right aside of you so you don’t have to worry if you screw up, watch your money, and if you got a question just ask me, and I will help you.” Billy knew that he was his caretaker, and this would be a simple job even for him to do, and having a roof to live under and be paid was even a better way to get around, and think of all that pussy he could get.

Billy was the better looking of the two, with his dark hair, and his formable size, Joey on the other hand was more a skinny wimp, but with Billy around he was always taken care of. Both stood about 5’10” and looked pretty much alike but the build was different. “Did you see that new girl Joey? Boy those were a great pair of tits on her, shit you could see her camel claw even. I bet she must be a good fuck,” as the two took there booths they had a laugh at that and just looked at her suckering the guys already in her booth. “Will you look at that Joey, shit those get any tighter on her they will just rip right off.”

Billy had the shooting gallery, as he was one that could shoot, and watch those marks as they tried to shoot there targets to get prizes, little did those people know that the shorts that they used for the bullets were loaded crooked, and the sights on the guns were off. Those 22’s couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn if at all, but would be close buy not a winner.

Joey’s booth just had darts that you had to try to hit balloons, with prize slips in them, but those darn darts just were too top heavy to go anywhere, unless you could figure out the way to hold them they automatically would go down all the time. Joey just had to talk and tries to suck them in for that big prize, but never anyone would win.

As the night went on they just kept making money, the old switch and bait worked wonders for them a lot as having two money boxes would be holding the 20 if one gave it to them and on the top there would only be 10’s in there to say that’s what they had been given. All the money at the end of the night was tallied and Bill would always kick back some to the booth people if they were over by 100 bucks in the course of the night. Tickets kept track of sales of what they did so no one would be short.

They could see Bill wandering around the park, keeping an eye on all that was making money for him. He kept an eye on Shelly quite a bit, and probably knew that he would be bunking her down for the night, there calls to the people, went better then they thought with only a few problems that night.
 
Bill Smith

Bill had his hands full, with those new misfits that he had going, and the complaints from those church goers with the whores and those that worked for him dressing the way they did, it was sure a first night in a new town. “Damn these holly rollers, they need a life, if they don’t want to see this shit, then don’t come here with the kids.”

He did keep an eye on Shelly, boy she sure knew how to fill out a pair of pants, and that top, you could even see her large nipples out of that top as well. “Damn fine piece of ass there, and I am going to make her my little concubine.” He thought of a plan to get her there as well. He looked at one of his regular head breakers, “Hey Dale, go to the trailer of the twin, and get that new girls pocket book, and bring it to my office, and don’t say a thing to anyone, you got me?” He just nodded and knew what he was up to, and off he went to make this tight body his for the future.

He could see Dale go to his trailer and he knew that he would put it in his desk, he could see him give him thumbs up, and the deed was done. “Now I got you, and you will be begin me for some money, and I’ll just have to say, suck me off or stay the night, and you will be taken care of, your devious Bill…” He just smiled as he headed for the freak area, just to let the twin know what was up, and to catch a feel of some of those hookers he got working at that adult strip show.

He watched all the tickets that were being used, and just knew this night was going to be good, and those marks will just love to know how much they had been bilked out of. “I have to teach that trick to Shelly, so she would make more money for him, but maybe I will not tell her of the extra that I will kick back to her, heck I want to keep her in the poor farm so she stays with me.”

Going to the strip show, he always liked to see those ladies, they all knew of the letch he was, and most just did it for the dope that would be brought around later, “hell these girls are just working for drugs, what a racket this is.” He knew that the dope they got was cut, and he was getting a kick back from all the sales. “God bless America and the enterprising man that thought of that.”

Naked bodies all around walking and talking, they all greeted him, and he just smiled and grabbed a few boobs and Asses as he walked by. He was looking for the twin, maybe she was with a client, but she always was around in one place or another. As he looked he peered into the crowd that was there for the show, “hell look at all those losers, all parting with 10 bucks to see these skanks, damn they must be hard up, and it’s a full house, shit that’s got to be 400 bucks, this is going to be a good year.”

As bill rounded the trailer “69” he could hear some guy grunting in there, he knew what was going on and he just wandered around for a few, he knew it wouldn’t take to long with her talented tongue, and sure enough with in 10 min that kid came a running out. “He must have been plucked by her…I just love these expert girls.” With that he stood just for a few before he headed into the trailer, just to let her get cleaned up.
 
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The night flew by for Shelly as she called in the customers and kept them interested in her booth. She quickly realized that the best thing to do was to keep flirting with the boys. It was simple to see that the women hated her. But the men went all soft in the head as she flattered them and teased them. Only a few of the men were smart enough to skip her game and her flirty smiles.

There were lots of laughter and giggles as she paraded around in that sexy black spandex top and those tight white short shorts. A little earlier in the night she had bulked on contruction type guy of nearly $65. All he had to show for his hard earned money was a few small teddy bears. He had managed to land a few rings on some of the prizes but the larger prizes he just never seemed to get. Little did he realize that there was no way he could actually win those prizes.

Shelly had a made of point of flirting and smiling and teasing him. She flashed her big eyes at him and made him feel very special as he played the game and kept handing her money in exchange for the little wooden rings. She called him "honey" and "sweetie".

As the night moved on the men were getting a little more aggressive with her. One sore loser had called her a fucking bitch. Another man, drunk as a skunk, had actually tried to kiss her. A woman in the crowd had dragged her husband from her booth after telling Shelly she was a big skank. It wasn't so funny when the tables were turned on her.

As the midnight hour approached, Shelly's feet were aching from the damn cowgirl boots. She continued to play the role of a hot cowgirl though she was getting a little tired of all the male attention. Little did Shelly know that some of the men were scouting her out for a little role between the sheets. The families of nice people had gone home and the crowd was more predominantly men and a good portion of them had been drinking.

It was easy to spot the ones who had a few too many. They wanted a few rings for free. They were the onces calling her "pussy", "bitch" and "slut". Though Shelly just let their comments roll off her back. Shelly reasoned they were just too drunk to know what they were doing or saying.

It was twenty past midnight when Shelly saw her first fight. Two big bruisers, both of whom were either high or drunk, began to brawl over nothing at all. One guy said something stupid to the other and then they were throwing fists at each other. The crowd left her booth for the new entertrainment as the men bashed each other for ten minutes until security got there and escorted them out of the park.

Shelly felt relief at the thought that the park closed at 1 AM. It was approaching fast and the crowds were thinning out. She had a good night and knew the boss would be pleased with her take. Looking at the two brothers she wondered how they made out. The guy with the darts (Joey) seemed to have a quiet evening. In the back of her mind, she half suspected the guy was a little messed up in the head and would be fired. She didn't want to see that happen. He just needed a break too she figured.

At this late hour, Shelly began to notice a number of bikers strolling about the grounds. It seemed odd that at this late hour there were still people coming in the back exit.......
 
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Bill Smith

Bill knew that the trailer was a rock in not to come a knock in, and what ever that Twin was doing in there meant she was making money, so he headed off get the grounds ready for the closing. He knew that most of the bikers came for the whores, and to sell some of there cheep shit drugs, he could smell the pot in the area, almost like it was burning leaves there was so much being smoked back there. It was that time to get it closed.

Getting to be one in the morning, Bill set out for the security to get going and get it closed down, “Ok guys, lets round up all the losers and drunks and get this place closed down for the night.” As he wandered around with the pick up cart, and those two big bruisers, he started to get the lock boxes from all the booths. This was his time to shine, all tickets were to be counted, and then all the money was rounded up and counted.

He especially wanted to see how Shelly had done, he knew that she might have not done to well on her first night, but they all get the feel of it. With his trusted Dale they would count out the tickets, then tally it up. Most of the booths were over, and that was a good sign, “Dale take all that extra money and lets figure out per box, this way I know what is what and who is doing a good job of taking the marks.”

After going threw most of the boxes, he held Shelly’s box out till the end. Bill’s box was over by almost 60 bucks, but his brothers was only over by 20, “Dale remind me to talk to Joe, and tell him to do more, shit his brother did 60 over, and he just did a few bucks. I see that Twin did a record number of bucks tonight, I have to give her a big cut for tonight’s work, shit her jaw must be hitting the ground.” Both of them had a laugh over that one, then with counting Shelly’s box, she didn’t do bad, but he had to show her how to get more on the side, but she did have 20 to the good.

“Ok lets get the cash put in the safe, and let me get all the cash out for these guys and pay them at the after meeting, shit might as well get a few beers out for the crew, they did ok tonight.” Getting out his list, he headed to the cooks trailer for closing talk to the freeks.

As he wandered into the cook’s area, with his note pad, and a fist full of money, he let them know what was up. “Ok you all, you didn’t do bad tonight, not lets keep that extra cash coming in, that makes you your extra a night. Ok here is tonight’s list, and come over an see how you did, and I’ll give you the cash.” The all crowded around and got there few dollars, he knew that for ever 20 he gave out he had at least made 40, not a bad nights work. As he saw Joe he told him that he wanted to see him at noon tomorrow, and his brother just looked but nodded at him as well.

He saw Shelly coming over to him, he knew what was going down, “Hey little lady, you didn’t do bad tonight, and in fact I have to teach you the two box system so you can make yourself some more money, you look troubled there missy, what can I do for you?”
 
As the last of the customers left her booth, Shelly realized that the other booths were closing down for the night and so she rolled down the canvas front, and gather up her money box for the boss. It had gone better than she had expected though suddenly she was very conscience of just how tight and short her outfit actually was. With a cool night breeze, her nipples were poking hard at the fabric and she was eager to get into her trailer, bath her feet, and hop into a nice clean warm bed.

Just as she closed up, Bill came by and she eagerly turned over her money box to him. It seemed no big deal as he made his way from booth to booth accompanied by another man. She figured the guy was his body guard and guessed he was probably armed.

"Here you go boss" Shelly beamed to him as he eagerly took the money after her eyed her up and down like a piece of meat. He hurried off on his electric cart without so much as a thank you or anything.

Shelly was too tired to care and hurried off to her own trailer. It was as she approached the trailer, she could smell the strong scent of marijuana. It was everywhere and hung in the air like a cloud. She was no druggy and hurried into the unlocked trailer, As she fumbled about for her purse, she heard moaning and grunting from her trailer mate's bed and immediately realized she had walked in at a bad time.

"Oh shit" Shelly mumbled as she grabbed her purse and left the trailer. Though it was cold out, Shelly decided it was time to scrounge some food either from a machine or one of the food tents. As she peeked in her purse, a wave of anger went through her as she realized the purse no longer held her bill/change purse and her identification was missing.

"Fuck!" Shelly yelled out angrily from the bench across from her trailer as another bad omen befell her. Seeing some of the other game workers heading off to a central tent area Shelly followed along as she tried to learn the routine. She saw Bill and sat at a table at the back, while Bill announced:

“Ok you all, you didn’t do bad tonight, not lets keep that extra cash coming in, that makes you your extra a night. Ok here is tonight’s list, and come over an see how you did, and I’ll give you the cash.”

The thought of being right now was perfect timing for Shelly. She got in line with the others and waited her turn. She overhead the boss telling the slow bother (Joe) that he see him at noon tomorrow.

Shit... He's going to get fired.... I wish I could do something to help...., Shelly thought to herself.

At last it was her turn and she stood before Bill. He seemed happy to see her as he told her:

“Hey little lady, you didn’t do bad tonight, and in fact I have to teach you the two box system so you can make yourself some more money, you look troubled there Missy, what can I do for you?”

Shelly nodded her head at the idea of learning about the two box system. She had no idea what the boss was referring to, but knew if he was happy then she was safe in her new job and her escape from home.

"Ummm.... Bill.... I can't believe it... Someone robbed my purse while I was working the booth... You know... The trailer door should have some sort of lock to keep out the bad elements... I'm hoping the thief dumps my id .... Maybe security can watch out for it.... They'll probably chuck it in the garbage..... But Sir.... It's been a long day... I need to get some food and some new clothes..... Since I work the evening shift... I was hoping to go into two to buy some groceries... and get some second hand cloths at the thrift store.... But I was hoping to maybe get an advance from you... If that was okay and all.... and I hate to ask you this... But maybe I can get a new room mate... I think she has a boyfriend and I a may be cramping her style.... If you know what I mean..."
 
Bill Smith

Just what he wanted to hear, “yes Bill, you are a conniving son of a bitch.” He looked at Shelly, and admired her nice firm tits, and the way those shorts fit her, shit he could see her camel claw pronounced out of those shorts.

“Sure Shelly, you come by my trailer tonight, we can discuss this better, let me take care of the riff raff here and we will have a nice talk. Get what you want over at the concession stand and tell them I ok it, and you can get something to eat, don’t want to see you loose any weight on that nice firm body of yours.”

He knew what he was doing, he could see her go over to the trailer and they looked at him and he waved his hand, she was already into him, and he had done it to her already. He was setting her up; this would be his squeeze for the year. If she was as good in the sack as her body looked, she would not have to worry about a thing this year, or would he.

The group of freaks just kept filing along, as he gave out the extra cash that he had clipped from the marks of that evening, here it was a Wednesday night and he had pulled in a good amount of money already, come the weekend this was going to be one to recon with, as all would have there pay checks and would be just willing to part them of there money.

“You did good tonight folks, it’s the weekend in a couple of days, so get your skills tuned up on these people, and get them and twist that buck out of them this weekend. And ladies, just remember to keep less clothes on for those folks down at the adult area, get them and shake till there is no more change in there pockets.”

As he headed off to his trailer, he wondered just what Shelly would do to keep her job here, “Now what should I make her do, maybe let her move into my camper, with me if I offer her protection, hmmm…maybe I should set up something to get her to be close to be raped, but then step in and save her. Oh your such a devious person Bill.”

He entered his trailer, and checked in to her clutch, to see if her ID was there, and sure enough there it was, he took out her cash and then just put it back into the draw. He knew tomorrow that he would give that back to her less the money. Now lets see just how desperate she is to let him get into her pussy.

As the door opened, he looked at those tits shaking like bowls of jello and those nipples hard as rocks. He could just think of how his lips were going to attach to those hard buds, and what he was going to do to that pussy, suck and lick on it, and to drive his massive cock into her, he would open her up for the rest of the troop, but if she was really good he would keep her for himself, and she would be his little girl of the show, just to tease and bilk all those marks out of there money, and he would have complete control of her.

“Hi Shelly, now I have let the security know about your clutch, and to keep an eye out for it, now what can we do to make your life here a bit better, I really have to show you what to do with this 2 box thing, so you can make a few more dollars at night. Now how are you going to take care of things, and you might wish to move in with another?”

He knew, just how he was going to do this. He showed her the 2 box system, where the 20 goes to the bottom of the box, and the 10’s stay on the top, this way they make an extra 10 on each pass of a 20, some he told here were the security guards doing it to show that she would do it proper, but with those marks walking around they were just easy scores. She had that look on her face, one that might have questioned what they were doing was not right, but she just stood there.

“Now what can I do for you Shelly, you want to live in my camper, or do you want to take your chances with the common whores in there multi trailer, or do you wish to go back to the Twin trailer? We can do anything you wish, and maybe if you wish to stay with me your benefits might go up a bit, and you will be taking care of better, and no one will screw with you, that’s for sure. So you tell me what you wish to do Shelly?”
 
Billy and Joe

With the night they had, and the confusion of those people, Billy got himself an extra 20 bucks that night, “Shit this isn’t bad Joe, but I don’t like to hear the boss wanting to get to see you, maybe you got to get your act together.” Billy wanted to try to tell his brother to be better but it was like talking to a kindergartner. He knew he would have to go with him tomorrow, just to protect him from the boss.

"Gee Billy you don’t have to protect me all the time, but I got confused a bit tonight, those assholes tried to get me to change a 50 and I just got confused. Maybe I should do something else easy, like be on trash pickup, or just clean up around here.” Billy knew that Joe was having a problem with these people, and most just knew from his distant stare that he was one that had a problem, but maybe he would just fit in with all these freaks.

The headed off to the group trailer for some sleep, Billy though wanted to get some pussy, but most of the ladies were skanks, or just out right ugly, but maybe the Twin would take his money and give him a good blow job. She wasn’t bad looking, but she always had a guy around and had her mouth full of one thing or another, heck even the guys here told him that she was the best at giving blow jobs. He just didn’t know, but he didn’t want to leave his brother to the sharks in the trailer. Figuring better he just went and bunked down for the night, and thought of how that new girl had looked, those tits, and her ass.

“Boy she is way out of my league, but I sure would like to get some of that. Just to suck on her tits would be a nice thing to do, but I’ll put that into the back of my mind for now.” Thinking he probably could not even afford a hand job from her, he just drifted into sleep, as the carnival got finally quiet for the night, this was a new experience for both of them, and just knew this was going to be a challenge.
 
Frank

"Fearless" Frank Fox leaned against his trailer, hands dug deep in the pockets of his jeans, cigarette dangling from his lips. The minute he had seen the red-head he knew that she spelt trouble - for him, for Bill, for the whole damn freak show!

The night was hot and sultry, the crickets sang from the thickets and the midges hung in clouds. Frank exhaled, keeping the little bloodsuckers at bay.

Wow! she was some sweet piece of ass though...
He watched from the shadows as she climbed the steps of her borrowed digs. She looked tired, a little scared, vulnerable somehow... He knew that many guys would want to get their hands on those fantastic tits, that peach of a tush... He was one of them for crissake! But with the surge of lust, fuelled by bourbon and a couple of big lines, came other emotions, conflicting and harder to define.

He scratched the greying stubble on his chin and adjusted the bandana that kept his fair hair out of his face. Frank was a motorcycle stunt rider and carnival old timer.

Keep away from that gal, Frankie boy... the little voice warned. Bill would have her card marked and it didn't do to cramp the boss's style.

Bill had been good to Frank - not that he didn't pull in the punters, of course, he was the best goddam value in the whole travelling asylum - but if it wasn't for Bill, he knew that he would probably have wound up face down in a ditch long ago, when the gangs or the South Americans or the feds had caught up with him.

Whoah, easy old timer! Doesn't help any, lookin' over your shoulder - you won't see the wall! An' hell, I ain't old...

He wasn't yet forty but looked nearer fifty - on a bad day. He took another swig from the bottle. Maybe he was being hard on himself... He kept in trim - he had to! Couldn't afford to end up on his butt in the grass too often these days. He looked down, his naked torso was white but hard and defined in the lamplight. Another mouthful of the spirit burned its way through the delicious chemical numbness of his throat. Strains of some country tune drifted by on a breeze that smelt of gas, grass and frying bacon. Sure was a beautiful night...

Maybe that little gal wouldn't look so unfavourably on old Frankie after all. Perhaps he should just swing over and welcome her to town...
 
Shelly found the whole carnival enchanting but a little scary too. There was a lot of weird stuff going on and Shelly was hoping to keep to herself. She learn the ropes, save some cash, get some life experience and then move on. Bigger and better was her goal and this in her mind was just a stepping stone.

The boss had been so nice when they chatted in line. She recalled his words to her:

“Sure Shelly, you come by my trailer tonight, we can discuss this better, let me take care of the riff raff here and we will have a nice talk. Get what you want over at the concession stand and tell them I ok it, and you can get something to eat, don’t want to see you loose any weight on that nice firm body of yours.”

"Oh... Thank Sir.... I'm most obliged" Shelly had replied politely as she took a peek at a number of stands that were just closing down and she hoped to squeeze in an order. She was famished and she was thinking - hot dog, fries, gravy, and soda pop. She ran off and placed her order and the first food truck and the old lady looked her up and down and stuck her food out.

When the woman asked for the $6.95, Shelly explained that Bill said it was okay.

"Great for Bill.... You girls... You get skankier every year... You're boobs look fake honey... Too damn big... Look like watermelons...." the woman spoke in a venomous tone.

"Oh my...." Shelly managed to meekly mumble. She was shocked at the verbal abuse from the old lady. An old man appeared from around the corner and he seemed to be changing the garbage bags. Shelly notice him and he smiled at her.

His words confused her as he flashed a big smile and told her:

"Don't forget Bill says all the carnies get a discount with the whores... I love it when the new whores arrive... Never mind my wife.... Your big tits look great to me .. even if you did get a boob job!"

Without thinking Shelly replied:

"They're real ... honest"

"Sure tuts... Don't worry ... I love em" the old man grinned as he wiggled his tongue at her and Shelly made a look of disgust. The last thing she would ever want was some old, bald guy trying to get her in bed.

As she made her way back into the crowd of carnies she could hear Bill addressing the gang:

“You did good tonight folks, it’s the weekend in a couple of days, so get your skills tuned up on these people, and get them and twist that buck out of them this weekend. And ladies, just remember to keep less clothes on for those folks down at the adult area, get them and shake till there is no more change in there pockets.”

As Shelly scanned the crowd of carnies, she saw a half dozen girls who looked like strippers or whores.

Nasty girls... No breeding... No class Shelly thought arrogantly to herself.

Probably all hooked on crack or something Shelly imagined as she looked the girls over. Each of the girls were different in some way. A few of them Shelly was sure she had seen working the booths during the day.

In the back she saw a man. whom she recognized from one of the carnival billboards. He had a rough look kind of like an old wolf. He was the trick motorcycle rider and was a big attraction. Shelly though it was crazy to zip around on a motorcycle in a small circular cage and to jump through fire hoops. She could sense the man eyeing her but she ignored him.

Bill finished his little speech and hurried off to his trailer. It was nicest of all the company trailers and was three times the size of the others. After Shelly devoured her meal, she decided it was time to chat up the boss and to try to get her advance.

"It's just me Shelly" she explained as she entered.

The boss was direct:

“Hi Shelly, now I have let the security know about your clutch, and to keep an eye out for it, now what can we do to make your life here a bit better, I really have to show you what to do with this 2 box thing, so you can make a few more dollars at night. Now how are you going to take care of things, and you might wish to move in with another?”

"Sure boss" Shelly replied as she watched him do the two box system though she wasn't completely sure of what he meant. In her head she had decided to ask the brothers to re-explain it to her in simpler terms. She didn't want the boss to know that it just wasn't sinking in.

As the conversation switched to living quarters, Shelly hid her disappointment as the boss explained:

“Now what can I do for you Shelly, you want to live in my camper, or do you want to take your chances with the common whores in there multi trailer, or do you wish to go back to the Twin trailer? We can do anything you wish, and maybe if you wish to stay with me your benefits might go up a bit, and you will be taking care of better, and no one will screw with you, that’s for sure. So you tell me what you wish to do Shelly?”

"Ummmm.... ummmm no offense Sir... But a busy man like you wouldn't want a young lady like me cramping your style.... I bet your wife would be none to pleased either if she saw me coming out of your trailer... and the other employees might get the wrong idea" Shelly started off nervously. As she spoke she could sense that the boss was none to pleased but his eyes were locked on her breasts. She wanted to make eye contact with him but he was obviously thinking about something else.

"The trailer with the whores is out of the question... Someone might mistake me for one.... I'm not.... The twin is probably a good bet... But I need a lock on the door.... You know Sir... I saw a real small trailer.... It looked like an old gypsy trailer..... It's full of junk now... But I bet I could clean it out.... and live there" Shelly offered.

The trailer was in fact very small, 6ft in length, and four feet across. It was very compact with a small single bed, and a few drawers for storage. It was an antique and the sides were mostly glass, covered by curtains. Unknown to Shelly the trailer had only one entrance (at the back) and could be locked from either the inside (with a key) or the outside (with a bar). It had outlets for electricity, and no heat.

"And Sir... about that advance" Shelly broached the next subject very delicately.

"I really need some more clothes... You understand right... I've only got two outfits... This skimpy one... and what I came in...." Shelly explained.
 
Bill Smith

Well that plan didn’t work, as he intended it to, “Well Missy what you have in mind then. And by the way I am not married, so lets get that straight right away.” As he watched her hot body, and thought of another plan.

"The trailer with the whores is out of the question... Someone might mistake me for one.... I'm not.... The twin is probably a good bet... But I need a lock on the door.... You know Sir... I saw a real small trailer.... It looked like an old gypsy trailer..... It's full of junk now... But I bet I could clean it out.... and live there"

Well she did think that’s for sure, but that would put his second plan into work to, “Well if you can clean it out, then do so, for the night you want to go see the Twin, then do it. Just do it on your own time, not on mine.”

"And Sir... about that advance?" Bill just thought for a moment, “Well I give her a few bucks, and let her think it’s a big deal.” As he looked at those perfect tits of hers, as she went on, "I really need some more clothes... You understand right... I've only got two outfits... This skimpy one... and what I came in...."

“Ok well here is 40 bucks, go see what you can do, only thing is you should get some more things to wear that look like that, sexy women in a booth sells more than one dressed like a rag. And you and the Twin are about the same size, only thing is you got the boobs where she is smaller than you.”

As she headed out the trailer, he just looked at her, “Well my little one, you are not easy, but we will see what your like on your own when you get raped by a few, then I will step in and make you feel all comfy with my kindness.” He chuckled to himself, and called in Dale.

“That big tit broad that just left here, watch her tonight, and once she cleans out that old small trailer we will set up a plan to rape her, but once that will be done I will have her, we just have to make sure no one else gets to her before I do. Make sure of this Dale.”

The plans that ran threw his mind were astounding, how he was going to make her his, what he was going to do to her then might scare many, but he knew that she would only give if pressed, “She is a strong one, but I will cut her down to size.”

As he walked out the trailer, he just looked at his concession, “Ahh that smell, puke, food, stale beer, that smell of burnt leaves, and the smell of money, just makes you feel proud that you represent these freaks. And to boot the great head that you get from most of these broads, now lets see, who will it be tonight. Friggin whores I wouldn’t let a dog have, so maybe I will just wait, and save my load for that Shelly, she looks like she will like getting a nice big load of cum sprayed on her face.”

As he headed to the cooks trailer, to get something to eat, he knew that his plan might work, but it might as well scare her off, but it didn’t matter, “10 to replace for every 1 that leaves, there just a dime a dozen.” Getting his burger, if you could call it that, he just walked around looking at his show, “Not bad Bill, even if you are a ruthless bastard, you do bring them in.” As he walked he found a few dollar bills blowing around, “This is going to be a lucky year.”
 
Frank

“Home sweet home eh?” Frank came up behind the red-head as she teetered on tip-toes to peer through the small grimy window into the old caravan’s interior.

Her shapely legs quivered, the calves bunching. Her ass was like a college boy’s wet dream with her tiny panties showing through the clinging fabric where they emerged from that snug cleft. What he wouldn’t give to spread those cheeks and…

Frank swallowed hard. He wanted her bad. The warning voices in his head were drowned by his pulse racing in his ears.

“So the boss lettin’ you move in here then.” Frank let his breath out in a long, whisky scented sigh. “Ain’t no folks been in there a while, miss. It’s gonna need a little spring clean, yessir! Them as was here left in what you might call a hurry, as I recall. There ain’t no telling what you gonna find, save a whole bunch o’ mess - that’s for sure!”

The girl turned and looked up at him. She sure was pretty and made-up like a shiny silver dollar. She had the body of a two-hundred buck Dallas hooker, but the face of small, tired child beneath the paint.

“Name’s Frankie,” he held out his hand, “Frankie Fox, that’s Fearless Frank Fox, -defyin’ death for the entertainment and edification of the good people of the county… You can call me Frank or Frankie – as long as you go ahead and call me!”

His slow drawl ended in a throaty laugh and he flashed her his most charming smile – a clumsy drunken leer. “That over there is me,” he waved vaguely over his shoulder toward a group of caravans; grey ghosts in the darkness. “The one with the ‘ole star spangled banner flyin’. And that’s my machine right there outside.”

Peering over his bare, tattooed shoulder she could just about make out the one he was talking about. In front, a long, low motorcycle stood on the grass.

“I’m Shelly,” she said.

“Well Ok, Shelly. You an me’s goin’ to be goooood friends!” He threw an arm around her shoulder, casually trailing a hand along the side of her breast.

“Yes ma’am. An’ a good friend’s what you’re gonna need around here. There’s a few folk aroun’ that ain’t so trustworthy and there’s a few even that ain’t so nice. Not Bill, Oh no, I’m not talkin’ about the boss! Bill’s a good man – a fine man. He done right by me…. But there’s others not so friendly an’ public spirited, if you get me? You see, a carnival ain’t a reg’lar place and it don’t attract reg’lar folk. Now that’s not all bad, don’t get me wrong…. Live an’ let go by, is what I says…but still, it ain’t an easy corner for a young girl – an’ such a pretty thing like o’ your own sweet self, dig?”

Frank smiled at her warmly like a tipsy uncle but his hand continued to pet the firm swelling flesh beneath her tight spandex top.

“Now, I tol’ you, Frank is your Friend, right? So what’s old Frankie gonna do? Tomorrow, ah’m gonna help get that trailer all cleaned up. You bet Shelly, you can count on it! An’ I don’t want nuthin’ from you,” he told her, his eyes shining as he thought about just how much he wanted from her. He wanted that lush body naked and greased with sweat and sliding all over him. He wanted to see those tits bounce and jiggle like crazy as she rode his dick like a rodeo queen.
A bag of coke, a bottle of jack and he’d make her cum so hard she’d wake the whole site with her screaming.

“I don’t want nuthin’ ‘cept to make you feel right at home. So whaddya say? Come mornin’ before the show and when ah’m a bit steadier on my feet, I’ll drop by an’ help ya out – providin’ o’ course, it’s in a fit state for you to crash now? Elsewise you better come on over…” Frank jerked his thumb toward his trailer. He stretched himself in a theatrical yawn so she could admire his lithe, muscular physique. What you say little gal, he thought, that ain’t such a baaad offer now is it?
 
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Shelly left the boss' with a smile on her face. She had his permission to clean up the little gypsy trailer and she had forty books to shop where she could. The boss' idea of borrowing some more clothes from the twin made sense too - though she wished she could actually meet the twin without her boyfriend around.
In the back of her mind, she figured she had him wrapped around her little finger.
Though he certainly was tight with his money and she figured his frugalness .

Well... well... He's a boob man.... Hard to believe an old guy like that so obviously staring at my boobs.... But I can't complain... I just have to smile and pretend I don't notice.... Kind of creepy... But he's the boss and I need the work... At least he's friendly to me so I need to suck up to him and keep him smiling Shelly thought to herself.

I'm surprised he's not married. I bet he has money.... ... Hmmmm ... He must have a free hand with all the girls then... I'll have to be careful..... But I'm sure I can take care of him.... I'm a woman Shelly thought as she moved towards the trailers' section.

Shelly had no idea that the boss had his own plans she was happy and smiling as she headed back to her shared trailer. As she arrived at the trailer, she saw it was dark, quiet and empty, and Shelly was relieved to be alone.

As she entered the trailer, Shelly had no appreciation at the number of male eyes that had been checking her out and mentally dreaming of fucking her in a hundred different positions. The trailer was hot with the summer night and though there was a small breeze from the open windows the place had a smell of raw sex.

Hurrying into the small cramped bathroom, she locked the little door and decided it was time for a quick shower before bed. She quickly changed out of the little white short shorts and the tight black spandex and stood under the mini-shower. As she turned the taps, it was then she realized that there was no water pressure and no hot water at all.

"Shit!" Shelly mumbled as she grabbed a fluffy dirty pink coloured towel to cover her curvaceous body. Looking into a small cracked mirror, and using a bottle of water, and a facecloth, Shelly did her best to fill the tiny sink and to wash herself as best she could. She regretted no having a toothbrush and was determined to remedy that in the morning.

As she stepped back into the main trailer section Shelly felt very tired and exhausted from her day. She was worried about her parents and what they might be doing to find her. She was still worried about losing her clothes, money and identification. With the dim light of the trailer, she moved about and checked out her bed. It was a double bed and the mattress was soft and seemed clean enough. There was a sleeping bag that had been left out for her and she debated staying up or calling it a night.

Thinking about her lack of clothes, and the opportunity to borrow a few outfits from the twin, Shelly decided to take a peek at the cloths closet of her trailer mate. She knew she should be asking first - but it was just too damn tempting. She figured she'd lay out an outfit or two and ask permission in the morning when they woke up.

The closet was tiny but full. The boss was right that their height, waist, and hips were pretty close and Shelly figured she could definitely slip into various pants, skirts, shorts, stockings and panties. For the blouses, well most wouldn't work, but there were a few oversize t-shirts, and the odd non form fitting outfit.

"Wow... What a choice... A lot of slutty things here... Look at those thigh high black leather boots.... thongs... black fishnet stockings... lots of sexy lingerie... jeans... cutoffs.... okay.... I'll take the jeans and this hooter's top....." Shelly spoke to herself as she laid the clothes on the little table near her bed.

Tired from the days exertion, Shelly slipped into the cozy pink sleeping bag and then tossed the towel to the end of her bed. Shelly was a little nervous as she lay naked within the warm sleeping bag knowing that the lock on the door didn't work but was too tired to go back and see the boss. She didn't want to come off as a pain in the ass. She was certain she'd be safe but promised herself she would make sure the lock worked on her new trailer.

Before she drifted off to sleep, she made a few mental notes:

I need to borrow some more clothes.... I need to go shopping.... The boss says sexy outfits but I need everything ... Looks like the carnies can get some free food and probably some discounts too.... I just have to figure out the ropes to this place....

Shelly drifted off to sleep. but as she slept, she slowly slipped out of the sleeping bag......
 
TJ - a drifter...

TJ’s heart hammered in his chest as he stood over the sleeping girl. Moonlight slanted into the caravan through the tiny window and fell across the mattress. She lay still, half out of the crumpled sleeping bag, the twin globes of her incredible breasts blue-white in the darkness as they rose and fell with her even breaths.

Even in his semi-drunken state, TJ felt his cock stiffen in his pants and he began stroking himself through the thick, soiled denim.

TJ had watched as she entered the caravan an hour or so ago. He had watched for long minutes as she fumbled with the broken lock before gingerly going inside and latching the door behind her. He had waited in the darkness until lust overcame fear.

Hell yeah, it seemed like the dark angels had been watching over ol’ TJ after all, even with the evening getting off to a bad start. He had been thrown out of poker game, busted broke. Feeling sore – and needing a drink – he had crashed a biker BBQ among the caravans. It seemed like there was booze and bitches enough for all and the mood was high so he had stayed and partied awhile. But the party broke up with the guys n’ gals pairing off and seeking more privacy, leaving TJ stinking drunk and by himself.

By himself and horny. There had been this one girl at the party, a latino bitch. He’d given her the soft eye and she’d smiled at him at first. Then this biker guy moved in on her, this big blond viking type and TJ got frozen out. He saw them just before they went off together, laughing. The bitch was all over him! Shoving her long tongue down his throat, wiggling her fat ass against his crotch. Viking was giving her the squeeze, his huge hands pawing between her stretch-denim thighs.

Yep, the evening had not gone well for TJ, but things sure had come good just now! You lose some, you lose some more… but then you end up striking lucky! He sweated in the cramped, creaking room, hoping that his hoarse breathing wouldn’t wake the girl… just yet….

TJ’s hands rummaged in his pockets beneath his ballooning gut. His left, through the torn lining, pressed and kneaded hard flesh with increasing urgency. His right clutched the switchblade; the steel handle harder and colder against his palm. He hoped he would not have to use it. He hoped that the bitch’d know what was good for her. But you never knew with whores…

“Wakey, wakey darlin,’” he crooned, stifling a chuckle, “you see what ol’ TJ got for you. Got some real sweet candy for you here, lil’ girl. Oh yeah, you gonna suck on TJ’s candy? Yeah sure ya’ are! You gonna lick and suck that cock ‘til it’s meltin’ honey and then you gonna feel it stretchin’ ur lil’ puss wide open!”

The girl stirred, moaning slightly. TJ unbuttoned his fly and moved over her, his erect member glistened as he pumped it hard, forcing it down toward her parted lips.
 
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Frank

“What the fuck…”

Frank exploded into the room making the whole trailer shake. Cupboards flew open, stuff spilled out..

He canoned into the man’s broad, sweat-stained back, pinning his arms and twisting him so he did not fall on top of Shelly. They crashed down between the mattress and the wall panel, splintering a two-draw cabinet and smashing the cheap lamp.

Frank was a man of the world. Even though he only saw the guy from behind as he peered through the door crack, he saw the fat shoulder shaking as the guy leaned over her and he knew instantly that things weren’t right.

“Hey, what…” Shelly woke suddenly to two men fighting in her room. She scrambled over the mattress, backing into the corner and pulling the sleeping bag up over her knees.

“What you doin’ fucker?” Frank hissed into the fat-man’s ear. The wiry stunt rider had the guy trapped underneath him. With his arms tightly pinned, TJ couldn’t get his knife out of his pocket, nor could he swing a fist or elbow. Bearing down on him, Frank pressed his bony knees into the fold where the fat guy’s own legs hinged, forcing his kneecaps against the hard floor. Something gave.

“Fuck it, man… my fuckin’ knee’s busted,” he wailed.

Frank felt the body beneath him sag and go limp as the fight left it. He hauled the guy to his feet. With the waist undone, TJ’s baggy jeans pooled around his ankles and only the tail of his checkered shirt saved them sight of his fat butt and shrivelled manhood.

“You’re a fuckin’ animal!” Frankie punched him, hard, in the face. “You wanna take advantage o’ this sweet child? You do, do ya? I bets you fuckin’ do you filthy cocksucker!”

“Hey, no way man!” TJ whined. “You got me all wrong, man. I was jus’ watchin’. Jus’ watchin’ her sleepin’ is all! I likes to watch – I wasn’t gonna hurt her none! You busted my leg, man…”

“Get out!” Shelly shrieked.

“Go on, git!” Frank punched him again and then drove his Cuban-heeled boot viciously into the man’s already damaged knee. TJ howled like a dog, but managed to stagger, clutching his leg and bloody nose, out of the door and down the steps into the night. Lights were coming on nearby, doors and windows opened, voices rose up.

“An’ don’ come on back, ya hear me? Me and the boys’ll be waitin’ on you if you do... I’ll kill you motherfucker, swear to God, I’ll fuckin’ kill ya.”

Frank turned back to Shelly. His hair was loose and wild, his bare chest heaved and shone with sweat. He massaged the ringed, tattooed knuckles of his right hand, wincing.

“Now, you okay baby?” he asked her….
 
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Bill knew there was something going on, in that still air of the night, voices carried quite well, “Now what the fuck is going on,” as he threw open the door to his trailer. He could see Dale running over to the trailers he was way ahead of him.

As they came into the trailer area, he could see one guy getting tossed out on his ass, and Frankie coming after him, “Oh shit now what did he do,” Dale was over talking to Frankie, and getting the idea of what was going on, he could see Shelly standing there with a odd look on her face, and just wrapped in a sleeping bag.

“That mother, he trying to put the boots to her before I could. Geesh Frankie, for once I thought I would get the jump on you.” Bill looked at that drifter, he was holding his knee on the ground and yelling to Frankie, but he just kept telling him if he ever showed his face again that it would be all over for him.

“Well he must have caught him in her trailer, maybe that wasn’t too bad a thing to happen. Maybe…” his mind then went off weaving a web of deceit, and letting it wander on that thought of bedding down Shelly. As the crowd of his workers looked he just told them, “Ok folks show is over, Frankie did his best to kick this riff raff out and it’s all over, lets get back to sleep.”

His mind was working overtime as he wandered over to Shelly, “You ok young lady, I told you it was a rough place to stay in, but Frankie came to your rescue. Now you sure you are ok with sleeping here, or you want to take my first offer?”

As the crowd disbanded, he headed back to his camper, “fuck it, maybe Frankie will be able to get into her shorts, but sooner or later, she will be mine, even if she would be had by him,” he knew she would get all fucked up with him around her, but if she wished it she could have it, and he might just have to pick up the pieces. He really didn’t want to see her get fucked up on dope, but she maybe had to learn that lesson as well.

Entering his trailer, he just laid back on his bed, thinking of those big tit bags, and how she would look with his lips sucking at those nubs, “Damn it Bill, she sure is one fine piece of meat, but she will be a bit tough to get to.” His mind wandered as he fell back asleep, and knew this next day would be one of many problems, “And I thought this was going to be a good year…. guess not.”
 
Shelly was confused and mentally messed up by the whole ordeal. There was relief that Frank had come to her rescue and stopped the unknown would be rapist. She was shaking with relief when she finally got the whole picture clear in her head. She was tempted to call it quits and head home but she didn't want her parents to see her as a failure and she had no where else to go.

Everything had happened so fast. She could still hear the drifter's words in her ears and it made her shake with fear and worry. The fact that she had been nearly raped in her own bed was an awful realization. The miracle that Frank had seen the intruder was astounding and lucky for her. She knew both TJ and Frank had gotten a good long look at her breasts and body - but that couldn't be helped and it was pretty dark at first.

When the men had cleared out, Shelly felt good that Frank had beaten the guy up. Then she felt bad when the guy complained his knee was busted and he was wailing in pain. It just didn't seem real. When one of the girls from a few trailers down came to help, Shelly was really clear that she didn't want the cops involved. It would mean a lot of questions and paperwork. Not having any identification would make the matter troublesome and she didn't want to cause her boss or the carnival any problems or bad publicity.

The woman who comforted Shelly was a Black woman named Talicia. It was obvious to Shelly that the woman was likely a whore by the way she dressed and spoke. She explained that all the girls knew TJ and that he wasn't really a bad sort but a little weird and sometimes demanding. She assured Shelly that TJ was probably looking to do some wild and crazy role play with the Twin. She guaranteed that TJ wouldn't be coming back to her trailer after the beating he had been given by Frankie and that TJ wasn't a regular with the carnival though he did odd jobs for the boss from time to time. Talicia pushed hard on the idea of "forgiving and forgetting" and that "justice" had already been dealt out and that Shelly hadn't been hurt in any real way.

Talicia had been a real friend and stayed the night. Shelly had a hard night as she tried to recover from the incident. When she woke at dawn the next morning, Talicia made her own polite exit.

"Another day" Shelly spoke to herself as she hustled herself into the bathroom. She was determined to put on a brave face and to downplay the incident to the other employees. They didn't have to know the whole story. All she would say is a creep broke in her trailer and that Frankie came to the rescue and hauled him away.

After a quick wash, Shelly slipped into the twin's designer blue jeans and Hooter's t-shirt. She brushed back her long red hair and spent some time doing her make-up. After breakfast she was slipping into town for some shopping at the local thrift store.

Leaving the trailer brought a rush of early morning sunshine and a gentle breeze. The faces were smiling and everyone seemed to be perking up with coffee. A few of the men and women were giggling or smirking as she walked by. Most of the folks who didn't know the story would probably known in the next hour or so.

Seeing Frankie and his brother, Shelly hurried over to them.

"Look... I just wanted to thank you again for your help last night.... I really owe you big time.... I hope you weren't hurt or anything.... If I can do anything to help you out you let me know " Shelly thanked them.
 
Bill Smith, Billy & Joe

As that infernal sun crept into his camper, Bill just turned over, “damn it’s sunny out, and I forgot to pull those damn drapes again.” As he lay there he just thought of last nights little commotion. “Damn that TJ, he should have just stayed away, but no, he had to go after her the first night.” He just threw back the covers, and sat up and started to do his morning thing, nothing better than a good scratch of the ass cheeks, and a good grope of the family jewels.

“Well Bill better get on with morning inspection and grab something to eat.” Heading over to the cooks tent, and seeing a whole pile of his misfits and freaks, he just grinned and said “good morning all,” and wandered over to the cook and ordered his bacon and eggs. He watched many as they talked and joked with each other, how the hookers usually didn’t show up till 11 in the morning as there late nights just crawled after hours. He saw the Twin, and tipped his hat towards her, and just sat for a while and ate in piece.

Many had questions after he finished his meal, Billy and Joe started to head in his general direction, “Oh here comes mopey and dopey,” he did tell Joe to see him today, but it was way before noon. As they came to him he just looked at them, “Hey boss, can we have a minute of your time?” Might as well get it over with, “Ok guys, what’s your problem?” Joe had that lost look on his face, but he knew who had the brains of these two, “I know my brother didn’t do to good last night, and maybe you could put him on a cleaning crew, or put him with me in a booth, he has his problems but can do a good job if you let him. What do you say boss?”

Bill thought for a minute, and looked at Billy, “I know you protect your brother, and I do need people to man some of the larger booths, so I will put the two of you in one, this way you can keep an eye on him, and if he gets the hang of it with you then maybe he can go on his own, but you make sure he don’t screw up, he is your responsibility now. I don’t want to fire him, but this is a warning, if I can see one of the grounds guys today I will see if there is a opening with them, but tonight he works with you over on that balloon water filling thing, that takes two to run it.” They seemed happy with the out come of that, and he had his two slackers to run it now.

He was trying to watch the area for Shelly, but she must have gone into town, for some clothes, he had her wallet in his pocket, but less the money. “I wonder how Dale is doing keeping an eye on her. I don’t need another incident like that one last night, I want to be the one that does the rescuing the next time, not Frankie.”

As Frankie wandered into the tent, he just looked at him, “Well I guess you did good last night protecting our new little one, how did that happen again Frankie? What you were going to get some from the Twin?” With a bit of a laugh in his voice, he knew that all saw those perfect tits on Shelly. And by the way have you seen Shelly today?”
 
Frank

“Hey little lady!” Frank greeted Shelly. She had her long hair tied-back off her face and a little paint on this morning. The smile she gave him was warm and grateful with only a trace of uncertainty after the drama of the previous night.

“You feelin’ ok today? A bit of a shock weren’t it, waking up to that scumbag? Still ol’ Frankie’s lookin’ out for you – don’ you be worryin’ your pretty head ‘bout that. Me an’ Bill is gonna make sure everything’s jus’ fine!” He returned her smile with one of his own, his teeth surprisingly white and even - given his consumption of cheap whiskey and cigarettes.

Frank was feeling good about the world. Not only was the site buzzing with talk of his exploits, he also had Shelly’s gratitude – at least for the moment. This was a valuable ‘chip’ that he hoped to cash-in just as soon as he could for another glimpse of her ample assets. Next time he just might get his hands inside that top or down into those sprayed-on jeans. He allowed himself a moment to picture her wriggling her hips clear of the snug fabric and looking at him all lustful beneath lowered lashes, wearing nothing but a thong…..

“… again Frankie, you are so kind. Hope to see you later!” Frank came down to earth just as Shelly was saying goodbye to him. Something about a shopping trip.

“Hey, er…you too darlin,” he stammered, “an’ don’ be forgettin’ my offer ‘bout the trailer. Stop by later an’ I’ll help get you moved in!”

She blessed him with yet another dazzling smile, over her shoulder as she walked away over the grass. Frank Fox watched the slow, rolling motion of her hips and perfect butt as she went and imagined that she was laying it on just for him.

In the breakfast queue, Frank spotted Bill Smith heading purposefully his way. He had known of course that the boss was going to want words with him. Now was probably as good a time as any, mused Frank, at least he was sober…

“Well I guess you did good last night protecting our new little one, how did that happen again Frankie? What you were going to get some from the Twin?” Bill greeted him. He was laughing, but there was a wary gleam in his eye. “And by the way have you seen Shelly today?” he asked quickly.

“Mornin’ Bill, I was jus’ doin’ my God-honess’ duty,” Frank replied drawing himself up straight and settling what he hoped was a noble expression over his wild, whiskered face. Even without his cuban heels, Frank was some inches taller than the boss, though Bill was broader with a boxer’s air of dormant power that could explode without warning. Frank had the longer reach but Bill had the brute strength. If it ever came to a show-down between the two men it would be a tough one to call and some serious money would be taken in bets around the wagons.
Still, that morning in the bacon line, there was nothing further from Frank’s mind.

“I see’d her a while back. She’s ok boss, a little shaken... ol’ TJ give her quite a scare, I dunno what’s with that fat fucker. He’s gonna wake up in a field this mornin’ an’ thank his lucky stars he’s still got a whole skin!”

Bill looked at Frankie without speaking for a long minute. Frankie swallowed, he knew that he had not answered the real question. Rule number one: Don’t fuck with the boss man. This was the first rule of travelling and it was ingrained deep.

“Ok boss,” he lowered his voice, “I guess I was a little jizzed up last night, I thought the twin might help me out, you know… that freak could suck a pool ball through a gas pipe! Anyway’s, I was passin’ by an’ I hears Shelly screamin’ an’ I knew she weren’t havin’ fun. So, the door’s busted an’ I takes a peep inside an’ there’s that fuckin’ slug stood all over her. He had a hold of her Bill, and he gotta hold of his pecker an’ it looked like he was fit to stick it to her, man!”

He paused shaking his head. Bill made a face. “Yeah, no shit! Made me wanna puke my guts man! So anyways, I gets involved an’ gets him out of there. Think I mighta bust his knee… serves that tub-o-guts right, I says…”

Frank glanced quickly at Bill as he finished, trying to gauge his reaction. He knew that Bill was pissed at him for being in the right place at the right time. He knew the boss wanted a slice of that sweet action and he wouldn’t appreciate anyone muscling in – at least, not so soon! But TJ was a scumbag and everyone knew it. He helped out around the place once in a while but things tended to go missing after he'd been around and nobody liked the guy. Frank had done the right thing. The rest of the site was firmly on his side – surely the boss would be crazy to get the hump!

Chief Red Bear the knife thrower was next in the queue and he leaned a bit too close to the men. Frank turned and glared at him, “What you flappin’ them big ears for chief?”

They fell quiet as the line shuffled forward. Frank thought it best not to mention his offers of assistance to Shelly...or his rendezvous with the red-head later that day…
 
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Bill Smith

Bill knew of Frankie’s plan already, there isn’t much that gets past his nose, but being Frankie it was ok, he knew that she would be taking care of, but he still had his mark on her anyways. Having Shelly’s ID maybe was a good thing, he knew the cops in this town were on the take, and maybe would do him a favor. As he pulled out his cell phone, he walked around the grounds checking on the crew working and greasing the rides.

“Hi Chief Glaxon please. Hi this is Bill at the carnival, how would you like to make a nice donation. I have one of my workers in your town, and she has no ID on her, just pick her up for questioning, and then call me, I’ll make it worth your wild. Well she is normal height, red hair, and a big set of boobs, and an ass to die for. Yes, that’s it, just bring her in on some vagrancy charge, and then call me, and I will take care of you tonight, thanks.” He knew that Chief was crooked, heck he was on the take with the bikers in that town, so this would just be ok with him. And it would give Bill a better shot at taking care of Shelly. “Crafty bastard you are Bill.”

With a bit of yelling, and talking to the crew, things were underway, no break downs to talk of, and this was one of the better crews, most even having a brain, and that was a first this year, as most were just numb from there heads down. Checking the booths, and the repair of some of the trailers, he was happy this day was going good, and would be up for the weekend.

Sure enough 2 hours later the police called, “Hi, ya this is Bill, you did ha, what kind of trouble is she in? Ok I’ll be right down to claim her.” As he headed for one of the trucks, he knew she would be in a whole lot of trouble as these towns don’t like the carneys anyways, but this town was good for just taking the money he threw at them and left them alone, heck half the drug trade was being kicked back to them.

As he got to the police department, there she was, just sitting and not saying a word, she had a slight smile on her face as she saw him come in. “Hi I am Bill from the carnival, you have one of my employees here.” He just listened to the cop tell him she was a vagrant, and she had no ID on her when they stopped her to question her on some trouble done last night.

“I can vouch for her being at the show last night, I know it for a fact. Now just release her so she can get back there and get ready for work.” Bill put on a show for her to see, and as they officer talked he just listened, and he saw the Chief there and just nodded to him, “Chief, I can vouch for this young lady, she was working till well after 1 last night, and I know that she was bunked down if you know what I mean.” With a bit of a grin on his face, the officer and the Chief just looked at the girl and told her to go with Bill.

As they headed off to the truck, “Well I got your ass out of another fine mess, now how you going to pay me back for this one Shelly, and yes I did get your clutch back with your ID in it, but thought it might be better not to say that in there, as they might have wanted to do a background check on you. Lets get you back with your bags and get this behind us.” He knew that Dale would be concocting something for her; Dale was one to make a saint look bad. It was just time before he would have this select filly in his sack and be putting the boots to her.
 
Shelly knew she shouldn't hitch hike because of all the safety concerns and all but was in rush to get to town and so she risked it and stuck her thumb in the air and she headed around the country road. Dressed as she was in the sexy tight jeans and the "Hooters" shirt, she picked up minutes later by some old gizzard in a pick up. As they drove to town, the old guy kept hitting on Shelly and making small talk. When Shelly explained that she worked for the carnival, trying to sound like a respectable working girl, the man was direct as he offered Shelly $20 for a quickie.

At the first light in town, Shelly escaped from the truck and got directions for the local Thrift Store. It was a little trucker's restaurant and though the waitress was polite Shelly was made to feel real uncomfortable. She had no idea that between her clothings and her sharing that she worked for the carnival people were assuming that she was white trash.

"Thank you ma'am for the directions" Shelly replied as politely as pie to the older woman. The older woman continued to look her up and down as if Shelly had just landed on Earth from another planet. With a quick exit Shelly knew she had over stayed her welcome.

"Look at that slut... Dressed for business I bet... the Sheriff oughtta arrest her" one lady dressed in a immaculate pink dress exclaimed for her husband as Shelly left.

As she walked down the street, Shelly could feel various pairs of male eyes watching every step she took. It was a little unnerving even for Shelly. She was used to male attention but never in her life had her parents let her dress so sexily. Though she felt liberated she was nervous at the now unwanted attention. A few of the men were whistling and making crude sounds like catcalls.
Shelly pretended not to notice. When she crossed the street, two cars had actually honked at her. One man had yelled out the window: "Nice ass!"

In the doorway to the Thrift Store Shelly had to wait twenty minutes for the place to open. As she walked back and forth on the sidewalk, several of the locals were already complaining to their cronies that there was a carnival girl strolling for Johns in the neighborhood. Shelly didn't know this and as soon as the store opened she hurried her and began her $40 shopping spree.

It took all of forty minutes as she scrambled through the small aisles. She tries on several mini-skirts, jeans, a pink cotton sun dress, three t-shirts, two halter tops, a bikini, and three pairs of high heels,

It had been embarrassing but Shelly had asked the male attendant where she could find some bras and panties. The young man, who had a retarded look on his face, but big eyes for Shelly's boobs, pointed to rear corner of the store and explained there was a big box of stuff. He insisted there were no try-ons for these types of garments or on any of the lingerie items in the nearby boxes.

With a determined step, Shelly moved off to the back of the store, found the right box and rummaged through it. She hated the thought of being used undergarments and her mother would have freaked out. But with limited resources, Shelly ran her hands through the used panties, though they were clean, it just felt plain weird. Looking at the sizes, Shelly stared at the tiny thongs, bikini and granny style panties. She picked a handful in assorted colors and tossed them into her basket. The box of bras were a lot more challenging as she had to carefully check the size and it was a challenge to match it just right. With a smile she ended up with a 36DD in a black lacy fabric, and a second white one that was probably a nursing bra.

At the cash register, Shelly was relieved that a female cashier began to tally up her purchases. By this time, the store had a dozen or so patrons, and Shelly was anxious to make a quick exit and get back to the carnival. She would have loved to worn one of the panties and a bra but needed to pay for them first. To her embarrassment as the cashier rang in her purchases she called the prices aloud.

"Six panties.... 3 for $1, two bras.... $1.50, Oh that's a nursing bra... You know the end come off.... Oh they're great.... black fishnet stockings.... 3 piece white lingerie ensemble.... crotchless... garter belt.. pull up stocking white... merry widower.... three high heel shoes.... $9...(three pair of jeans.... $15..... sundress... ... yes... forty-dollars in total"

"Here you go Ma'am... Thank you..." Shelly paid the cashier, lowered her head and hustled out of the store. On the main road she began walk backwards and began to thumb her ride back to the carnival. She had been at it for less than a minute, when the flashing lights of a police car pulled up beside her.

Shelly felt very intimidated as the police officer stared at her for a minute and then spoke sharply at her:

"Got a complaint that a hooker is working the area.... You got your identification honey... You got money to post bail?"

"What? What are you talking about? I was shopping at the Thrift Store.... No.. I don't have id.... Money... I spent it... I don't have anything left... I was just" Shelly started to explain in a panicky voice. The police officer was now staring at her nipples and ignoring her pleas. Shelly looking down slightly could see the outline of her nipples poking hard against the fabric of her "Hooters" t-shirt.

"What in the bag?" the officer asked.

"Just clothes... I bought them.... You know at the Thrift Store" Shelly explained with a nervous hesitation.

"Mind if I search it?" the officer asked and Shelly reluctantly agreed. To her horror the first item he pulled out was the skanky black fishnet stockings and then a the crotchless white panties that went with the white lingerie ensemble.

"Oh shit" Shelly mumbled as the officer looked at her sternly and then forced everything back in the bag without a further word.


"Okay... Sugar... This is a respectable town... With respectable folks... You come along peacefully.... Against the car,,,, Spread your legs and I'll frisk you for drugs and weapons... Keep your hands on the car at all times... When I'm done.... You put your right hand on the back of your head.... Then I'll cuff you and help you into the back of the cruiser.... We'll go to the station and sort it all out.. Okay Sugar...." the police officer spoke in a slow but steady country twang.

"Ummm" Shelly muttered as the officer guided her over to the car and per his directions she place her hands on the car.

"Huh" Shelly mumbled as the officer forcibly spread her feet apart. Then her eyes went wide as the officer began to frisk her legs, then her bum, then her back and then twice he frisked her boobs.

"Hey!" Shelly protested but her objection was met by the officer guided her right hand to her head and then with a quick jerking motion he secured first her right hand and then her left hand with the handcuffs. They bite into her wrists but she didn't complain further. It was humiliating as now folks were peeking at her from the nearby windows and storefronts.

Oh God.. They all think I'm some sort of hooker.... Shelly thought to herself as the cop in a controlling manner helped her into the back of the cruiser and drove off to the station.

The scene went from bad to worst as they fingerprinted her and took various statements from her. Shelly explained about her stolen luggage and working at the carnival but no one seemed to be believing her. Two female officers had interviewed her for about 30 minutes to try to get her to confess to being a hooker. She had spent another hour in a holding cell with a number of scary looking black and Latina women. Afraid to sleep or to even close her eyes, Shelly tried to hide in a corner of the cell.

Shelly was in a panicky state when her saviour Bill from the carnival arrived and vouched for her. She was speechless as they unlocked the cell door and guided her to the front where Bill was waiting. They handed her her three bags of Thrift Store purchases and made her sign for them. Though the nightmare was heading Shelly was sure she was going to get fired. She walked in silence with Bill.

As she opened the door to Bill's truck she heard him:

“Well I got your ass out of another fine mess, now how you going to pay me back for this one Shelly, and yes I did get your clutch back with your ID in it, but thought it might be better not to say that in there, as they might have wanted to do a background check on you. Lets get you back with your bags and get this behind us.”

"Oh thank you Bill... I was worried you were going to can me... It was all a misunderstanding... I was here to buy clothes not to be a hooker.... They seem to hate carnival people" she added as if to get some empathy from him.

"You're right... I do owe you big... How much did it cost to get me out?" Shelly asked nervously as she was determined to repay him. She had no idea how the system worked. She could see Bill looking at her as he sat down. This time she didn't even bother to blush as she realized he was staring at her boobs again.
 
"Oh thank you Bill... I was worried you were going to can me... It was all a misunderstanding... I was here to buy clothes not to be a hooker.... They seem to hate carnival people." Bill just smiled at her, “you know that’s what all the towns are like when we get to them, heck we give some what there looking for, and others this is just some cheep entertainment for the night, it don’t matter to me, as I get there money one way or the other.” He just started to drive back to the sight where they were set up.

"You're right... I do owe you big... How much did it cost to get me out?" Bill thought for a minute on that comment.

“Well Shelly, it was a bit, but it’s ok, you will find a way to pay me back, in time you will understand what the ladies all have here, that I am the number one person here that will get your ass out of trouble, but for a cost.” As he drove and could see the carnival, he just chuckled in side. “Boy is she going to pay for this, and I love the way those nipples of hers just poke out of that Hooters shirt.”

As he pulled up to his camper, he looked at Shelly, “Now you probably want to take a nice warm shower, and this being the only decent place to do it, go in and use my camper shower, the main shower tent will work for now for you, but I think you will like this one much better as you do not have to be in a public place with those common whores that will be in there at this time. For now this you can use, I don’t want you to feel you have to do anything, but payment would be nice, if you get what I mean.”

He knew what he was after, and wanted to see those big tits of hers in his hands, but he didn’t want to just come out and say it. It was a game, let them think that he is the protector, and then stick it to the new girl. He had many that started this way, but this one he didn’t want to get to turn to a hooker, she was to good looking, and besides that her body was what he liked, big busted, and an ass to die for, better yet that she was cute.

As he was getting out of the truck, one of the workers came up to him and told him of a problem with TJ again, “That asshole, geesh think he would have learned after last night.” Heading off to the backside of the trailers, he looked back at Shelly, “Hey go on in, and take your shower, I will be back in a few minutes and we will discuss this more.”

By the time he got to the trailer storage area, TJ was gone, some were just pissed that he was still drunk and calling names to a few people, he saw Dale, “I got Shelly in my camper now, don’t do anything for a bit, she has had quite a day already, as I had to get her out of the can, just let it rest for a day, and then start again or maybe she will give willingly.”

He hurried back to the trailer, wanting to see some nice pussy and tit on Shelly, but was she willing to give him his payback this way, or did she want to pay him with money. “Well I hope this girl is worth all that I am putting into this to get her, watch she will be a dead fuck, or one that has morals, geesh that’s all I need.” Opening his door he could hear that shower running, and just waited at his table for her to finish.
 
Frank

Frank's heart sunk into his boots as he saw Shelly climbing from Bill's truck and the boss usher her into his trailer.

He saw this upside down as he lay on his back under the bike. He gave the nut he was tightening a final, savage wrench and then he stood, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. Frank watched the girl's buttocks gyrating up the boss's steps and his eyes narrowed to burning slits beneath the loose hanks of hair that had escaped from his pony tail.

"Goddam!" he muttered under his breath. "Look like Big Bill's beaten old Frankie to it. Guess she won't be needin ol' Frankie's help after all."

He put his tools away listening as the shower started up in the boss's caravan, hearing the water gurgling down the waste-pipe.
Down the drain. Down the fuckin' drain along with his chance to dance with that sweet little thing! He thought about her, naked in the shower cubicle. He was killing himself but he couldn't help it. He thought about the hot soapy water spraying over her. Her thought of her lifting her arms to allow it to run down over her breasts, flowing over her delicious curves and cascading from the pearly pointed tips. He wondered if she washed them with slow circular motions, and how they moved and responded to each rhythmic touch. He pictured her reaching shyly between her legs...

For fuck's sake, man - git yoursel' a drink...

Frank swung his leg over the bike and kicked the engine into life, the noise driving the images mercifully from his mind. Forget her man! She ain't for you. It's jus' the way it is. That's why he's the boss an' you're jus' some motor-rodeo freak; some burned-out, two-bit fuckin' petrol-head loser...

He gunned the throttle and took off in a cloud of dust. He needed to get away from the carnival - just for a while. The city beckoned, and Frankie could resist anything but temptation...
 
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