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"Daddy? Daddy, can I please have thirty dollars," Faith asked her daddy at the breakfast table. She needed to leave soon, to meet the town car that would take her to school. She had no intention of going anywhere near the lift, but she'd rather be ready for it if the worst happened. Daddy never could say no to his pretty little girl, so she had the thirty dollars in her little fist when she walked out the door.
Faith headed straight for the stairwell. She didn't want to walk down four flights of stairs with her heavy backpack, but it was better than chancing the lift again. But the strangest thing happened - she couldn't quite remember where the stairwell door was. She looked down one hallway, then another and then another, but she couldn't find it anywhere. She knew it had to be there - but it wasn't. She glanced at her wristwatch. She was running out of time! Oh gosh!
Faith found herself standing in front of the big silver doors to the lift. She checked again to make sure she had her thirty dollars. She girded herself. She could do this! She pushed the down button. The doors slid open as if they'd been waiting for her. With a gulp, Faith stepped into the elevator and shivered as the door slid closed. She was only a little surprised when the button for the ground floor didn't light up. She'd hoped that she'd simply had a terrible nightmare, but the minor aches and pains her body and jaw felt from her first hard blowjob and fucking told her that it wasn't just a dream. The old man had cursed her!
But Faith was ready! She knelt down to the narrow slit and glared at the hated display. What? NOOOOOO! The little red display read $40. Faith rocked back on her heels, stunned. No, no, no, how could this happen?
The doors to the lift slid open. Faith tried to jump to her feet and leap through the opening, but instead she sat back and watched a swarthy maintenance man step onto the lift and push the button for the tenth floor, the maintenance level. The man was potbellied and half bald, in a soiled jumpsuit with the word 'John' stitched over his left breast pocket.
It was only as she was removing her blouse, again, that Faith realized she hadn't even bothered to put on underpants under her short school skirt. Somehow, her subconscious mind had known all along where she was going to end up. As her tie, and then her blouse dropped to the floor she looked up to see the ugly, dark man looking down at her with a hungry smile.
While the smelly maintenance man, with the huge penis, pounded into her little pussy and pressed her back into the cold wall, Faith screamed for the man, over and over, telling him that he was a hot stallion, that he was the best ever. He fucked her tiny body without pause as the elevator slowly climbed to the tenth floor. When he finally came into her, as they passed the ninth floor she was screaming his name, "John, John, John!" The massive, wracking orgasm she had helped to convince the man of the truth of her pleasure.
Faith clutched her new twenty dollar bill in her hand as the maintenance man gave her a nasty grin and disappeared through the elevator doors. She didn't even have any panties to clean up his seed as it dribbled down her skinny legs. She felt so cheap and used, but she still tingled in her little pussy from his hard fucking.
Finally, Faith could escape the elevator and end her nightmare. She knelt by the console and pushed her new twenty into the tiny slot. She was rewarded when the small display blinked out, then blinked back on, registering only $20. But where was her thirty dollars? Where was the money her daddy had given her? No, no! It can't be gone. She searched everywhere, but it had disappeared.
Faith started when the elevator began to move on its own, but she didn't have long to wait as it stopped at the sixth floor. As the doors slid open, who should appear but Mr. Clint Fitser, Faith's first client.
Mr. Fitser preferred to fuck little Faith from behind as he manhandled her tiny nipples with his big hands. She pressed her palms to the wall and moaned his name over and over again, until he'd emptied his seed into her tiny womb. Her second orgasm of the morning just proved to the old man that he was still the virile stud he considered himself. He was more than happy to give the pretty child her twenty dollars and then glide out into the crisp morning air as the elevator doors closed behind him.
Nearly exhausted from two hard poundings, the pretty ten-year-old slowly managed to get dressed again. She did her best to clean up the cum leaking from her abused cunny. Then she knelt by the console and pushed her second twenty dollar bill into the small slot. She was quickly rewarded by the sight of $0. The elevator doors slid open and Faith stumbled out into the lobby, heading for school.
Poor Faith never did seem to be able to find the stairs to her building. Morning after morning, afternoon after afternoon, she was forced to use the dreaded lift to come and go from her family's fourth-floor flat. And worse, the cost of the ride kept going up! The next day it was $50 and two days later it was $60. She was riding the car up and down two and sometimes three times to earn enough money to get out again. She began to pray that two men would get on the elevator at once, so that she could do a blowjob and a fuck at the same time, earning her passage more quickly. It was so humiliating to know that every time she was used, her mouth was going to spout the most vile, slutty words and her body was going to orgasmically betray her.