The little 14-year-old slut is in an alley wearing a lycra skirt so tight it shows her beautiful ass through the thin material. Her top is a cut-off t...ee shirt showing off her belly. Tight enough that her puffy nipples stood out. Her boots are white high heeled laced almost to her knee. She looks comfortable in her hooker costume.“This is where guys come who want young sluts, and I’m the youngest,” said Candy, as the camera moved away.Just then a car pulls into the alley, the cameraman steps. Beth kept screaming until the black man's fist crashing into her mouth sent her spinning. He then bent down to me and said, "Motherfucka, if you try that shit again this screaming bitch's brains will be sprayed all of that fuckin' wall. You got me?" "Yes." I groaned through clenched teeth. The white guy paced back and forth nervously. "Oh man, oh man, there wasn't s'posed to be anyone here Jackson. What are gonna do now man? Oh shit! Oh shit!" "Would you shut the fuck up, motherfucka. This. You. If you want to go on with this I have to be sure I won’t lose you as well.”“Hmm… Ok.”“Choose a word. Think of something I’ll recognize instantly.”I think for a little bit, then I say, “Purple.”“Purple? Why?”“It is my least favorite color. Since it is something that I’ll say in a bad moment...”He chuckled. “Ok. Purple means stop, then.”“Purple means stop,” I repeated after him.Then, Daddy pulled me close to him, wrapping an arm around my waist, and he kissed me tenderly on my lips. Finally,. No one can force you to open the door. That choice is yours. Relish it, savor that choice. It may be the last one you make for a long time.”She looked at me as I spoke and my eyes bored into hers expectantly. This was our next battle of wills. I don’t know how long we stood there, but her face slowly began to change. She lost some of the cocky certainty that she was dealing with a kid.I’d spoken loudly enough that the women in the room had heard us out here. I waited impassively. She was.