From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: Hentai Schoolgirl Model   
      
   By purpuss (gg-bi/b/ M+/1st/anal/cons)   
      
   Submitted by: KamKat   
      
   Chapter 1 - Chance Encounter   
      
   "So, you're a Japanese, right?"   
      
   "No." She felt nervous with the big girl staring right at her.   
      
   "Then SOMEthing like that. Right? Chinese… or Ninja maybe?"   
      
   "'Merican." She said, staring steadily toward the front of the bus. "I'm   
   a-merican. I was born right here… in Cleveland," she added. "I'm not   
   nothin' else."   
      
   "Funny." The big kid replied. She was tall, had bright reddish-blond   
   hair and freckles, and she looked like she should be wearing a bra under   
   her blouse already. "You got those squinty eyes and straight black hair   
   so I thought you could be a Chink or somethin', y'know? It's not that I   
   MIND or nuthin'… I was just lookin' for a real life model, that's all."   
      
   "A what?" she asked, and turned to see if she'd heard right.   
      
   "You know! A model. Like a movie star. Someone who can act out stories   
   for my artwork."   
      
   "What?" Yukiko repeated. She blushed because she sounded so lame.   
      
   The big girl sighed, and then dug into her backpack. She gripped the   
   thing between pale-skinned muscular thighs, her skirt hitched up so high   
   on her legs that her panties showed. She didn't seem to care. The small   
   bikini panties were made of a thin, transparent silky material, a pale   
   shade of pink that almost matched her skin. Yukiko wanted to look away   
   but couldn't. Her face burned hot with embarrassment again.   
      
   "See? Like this…" the older girl was saying, opening a composition   
   notebook, apparently not noticing Yukiko's flustered expression. "It's   
   called 'Anime' and it's like cartoons, but mine are much more sexy-for   
   older kids… an' for grownups-That's called 'Hentai.'" She explained   
   factually.   
      
   Yukiko looked down at the ruled page. It was covered with penciled   
   drawings-drawings of a young girl with large dark eyes and straight   
   black hair. She was a schoolgirl, dressed in a white blouse and a dark   
   short pleated skirt-just like Yukiko was, dressed as she was for her   
   first day at the Merciful Mary Catholic elementary school. The girl in   
   the drawing had a backpack on her shoulders, almost like Yukiko's too…   
   The drawings could have been of her. The older girl turned the page…   
      
   Yukiko blushed crimson again-the little girl in the next drawing was   
   standing in a shadow-filled, dirty-looking train, clutching a chrome   
   metal pole. A big man in a black trench coat next to her had placed his   
   hand under her much-too-short dress. The little girl's eyes were huge   
   and teary-looking. She looked very afraid.   
      
   The page turned. The drawing was of the man's hand. His knuckles were   
   thick and knotted, his fingernails dirty, his swollen veined fingers   
   tightly gripped the front of the little girl's white lace panties,   
   pulling them down her rail-skinny legs, showing her… Yukiko turned away,   
   too embarrassed to look any more.   
      
   "So whatya think? Cool, huh?" The big girl was asking her.   
      
   "Why is he doing that?" Was all Yukiko could think to say.   
      
   "Why? Whatta mean 'why?'" The big girl looked puzzled.   
      
   "Like… why is he pulling down her underpants?" Yukiko managed to   
   whisper, fighting to conceal her internal discomfort and nervousness.   
      
   "Cause it's what they DO y'know… In Hentai comics, that's what happens   
   to ALL the little girls-the horny old men get t'fuck 'em! What else?   
   Hey, you're really a virgin ain't-cha?"   
      
   "NO!" Yukiko stammered. Then… "What's THAT mean?" She wished she'd   
   picked another seat to take before the bus had filled with more kids.   
      
   "HA!" The red-headed girl cried out, doubling over in a fit of feinted   
   laughter and making her braided pigtails fly. "I guess I shoulda known.   
   You're ONLY a second-grader after all!"   
      
   Yukiko clamped her mouth shut and started silently ahead at the   
   ribbed-metal back of the seat directly in front of her.   
      
   "Hey, I didn't mean it like THAT… it's cool, really. I was like that   
   too… once." She said. "Besides, you won't have to DO anything to model.   
   It's just pretend, for the drawings… so, whatta ya say? Will you do it?"   
      
   Yukiko wanted to remain as still and silent as a stone statue, but   
   despite her best intentions, she felt her eyes drawn to the open   
   notebook. The drawing showed the little girl's private place… all bare,   
   like she was undressing for a bath.   
      
   "So what's your name anyway?"   
      
   "Yukiko." She heard herself say, not the answer she'd been tempted to give.   
      
   "U-kee-Co…"   
      
   "No… Yu-ki-ko… You can call me Yuki like my parents if you want."   
      
   "U-kie! Cool! Mine's Katie Catherine O'Malley. But you can call me   
   Kate." She said, extending her open hand.   
      
   Yukiko wasn't quite sure what was expected, but decided it was probably   
   best to shake, and so she pumped the older girl's hand once with her   
   own. Kate didn't let go and Yukiko began to flush from having her hand   
   held, but the moment passed and she felt the older girl's eyes smiling   
   at her discomfort. Her eyes were a lovely shade of sea green, her face   
   rosy and freckled. Kate let go of her hand and bent closer to whisper,   
   "I can help you out in this place-little kids really need someone to   
   look out for 'em, y'know? I know ALL the bullies, but they don't mess   
   with me, and I'll take care of ya, okay?"   
      
   "Okay. Sure… Thanks." Yukiko muttered, not really sure what she was   
   agreeing to.   
      
   "Besides, we're practically neighbors! You got on the bus at the next   
   stop after mine!"   
      
   Yukiko's first day at the new school flew by in a blur. There was so   
   much to learn! Her home room number, her teacher's name (Miss Kimberly,   
   a nice pretty lady with small glasses who wore flower-smelling perfume),   
   her locker number, her seat assignment, the exit routes for the fire   
   drills, recess times, other kids names… Much too much to remember it all   
   in just one day! She looked forward to her mom coming back from work so   
   she could tell her all about it-and then daddy later, when he got home   
   from his job in the city. Yukiko decided she liked her new school, even   
   if she had to wear the same-looking uniform every day.   
      
   Before she knew it, the final bell rang and kids raced to the door-Miss   
   Kimberly sounding stern when she admonished, "Now children-WALK, don't   
   RUN in the hallways! I'll see everyone in the morning!" "Good-bye."   
   "Good-bye!" The voices of her classmates and her own rang out in reply.   
      
   She found her bus, the number B-4. A cluster of big kids were standing   
   around, blocking the door. Most of them were boys-bragging, pushing and   
   shoving and showing off for the girls. Yukiko tried to squeeze around   
   behind one of them to climb onto the bus, but one of the other boys   
   noticed her first. "Hey, look! A new Chink kid!"   
      
   Her way was blocked. Grinning, pimply faces were gawking down at her in   
   a quickly tightening circle. Yukiko clutched her schoolbag to her chest   
      
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