Wyatt didn’t have much more to report after that first week. Both Angela and Hannah had been well punished, though; something all three kids were pretty happy about.
Like usual, Charlie was over at Ryan and Wyatt’s house that Saturday. Their mother started making jokes about her being their new adopted daughter as she drove the kids to the skatepark. Charlie was really excited because she was finally allowed to spend the night at their house.
Ryan had been begging his mother to let Charlie sleep over. Of course she said no, since the idea of having a girl over to spend the night with her son was out of the question. But finally she gave in. Charlie was sort of becoming family at this point anyways. Her parents were more than happy to have her out of their hair as usual and didn’t really care where she was.
When they arrived at the large community park, the two older kids headed for the skatepark, Ryan’s mother took Wyatt over to the playground at the other side of the park. He wasn’t in the mood to skate, so she waved them goodbye and said she’d be back over when it was time to go. She believed in kids being self sufficient at a young age, and thus, Ryan was used to being on his own at times.
At the skatepark, Charlie was quick to ditch her shirt in the afternoon sun and continued skating in just a pair of basketball shorts and a helmet. She left her hat and shirt off to the side of the skatepark and enjoyed feeling the wind against her chest. Even with long hair, quite a few other skaters mistook her for a boy. She never cared enough to correct them.
Both Charlie and Ryan were trying to land an Ollie down a set of five stairs. Neither had landed so many stairs before and both kids we’re determined to be the first. Try after try, each kid made an attempt, but couldn’t quite land it. Both had earned their share of small scrapes and bruises in the process, but neither of them were bothered and just kept trying.
In the end, it was Ryan that got the closest. He pushed off hard, heading briskly towards the steps. At just the right time, he slid his leg up, getting as much air as he could as he ollied off the platform, feeling the wind brush against his face. At the bottom of the stairs, he’d had his feet in almost the perfect spot to land it. Almost—but not quite.
Instead of landing on the trucks, his feet planted in the center of the board, giving the wood just the right pressure it needed to snap in half. Charlie began to cheer for her friend, before realizing what had happened.
“Shit, my mom’s going to kill me,” Ryan lamented as he walked back over to where Charlie was standing. “Dad just got me that board a month ago.” Had Charlie broken her board, her parents would have just bought her a new one. That was the one good thing about them. As long as it wasn’t too expensive, they would pretty much just get her whatever she wanted so they wouldn’t have to deal with her. Ryan’s parents were way nicer than Charlie’s, but wouldn’t just buy him or his brother everything they wanted.
“What about that skate shop across the street,” Charlie offered. “Didn’t your mom give you some money?”
“She gave me a $20 for snacks,” Ryan answered. “But I’m supposed to use some of it for lunch money next week. I guess we could see if they have any board that cheap and I can just skip lunch. I doubt it, though.” He looked down in disgust at the broken board in his hands.
They risked his mother coming back early to find them and left the skate park. Charlie doubted they’d be able to get a board for so cheap. But they had to try, at least. Once they’d crossed the street, Ryan threw his shirt back on before entering the shop. Charlie simply hung hers around her neck, choosing to ignore the “no shirt, no shoes, no service” sign on the door
“Hey, wassup,” a lone cashier greeted them. There were tons of skateboards and t-shirts lining the walls. After looking around, Charlie saw quite a few new skater shirts she would like to have.
“Do you have any boards on sale?” Ryan asked the cashier. The man didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact Charlie wasn’t wearing a shirt.
“Uh, yeah dude we got a couple,” he led the way over to the clearance bin.
“Well, I only have a twenty,” Ryan said sadly.
“Awe man, I don’t think we have any that cheap, dawg.” He replied. “I usually do a big clearance sale once a year where you can get some killer deals, but that was a few month ago, kid. I’m…” The man suddenly paused mid-sentence. He looked over at Charlie.
“You’re a girl?” He suddenly realized.
“Yeah,” she answered.
“Oh, shit,” the man cussed. “Well… Maybe we could work something out. I mean, if you want. It’s totally up to you. No pressure or anything. But, I mean this could work.” It took him a while to get to the point, before he finally made his offer.
“Look, if you suck my cock I’ll just give you kids a new board,” he spoke directly to Charlie.
“No, we’re good,” Ryan turned him down.
“How are you gonna get a new board then?” She countered.
“I don’t know but that’s nasty, you don’t have to do that.”
“I know, but I’ve done it before,” she reasoned. “It’s gross but it’s not THAT bad!”
“No way, it’s totally not even worth it just for a new board,” Ryan concluded. “I’ll just apologize to my mom and hopefully she’ll get me a new one.”
“I’ll do it,” Charlie piped up. “But not just for a board. We want new wheels, trucks, and bearings, too—for both of us. And throw in a few t-shirts.”
“Shit, your girlfriend here knows how to negotiate!” The owner of the skate shop looked impressed.
“She’s not my girlfriend!” Ryan answered.
“Whatever,” he replied. “Either way, I guess she’s mine for a few, cuz you kids got a deal.” He shook hands with Charlie and then walked over to the door to lock it and flip the open/closed sign around so they wouldn’t be disturbed.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ryan asked. Charlie shrugged as the skate shop owner walked back over and led them towards the back of the store where an old beat-up sofa sat against the back wall.
He plopped down and spread out, waiting for the girl to do her job. “Well?” He looked over at her. She was nervous and slowly moved over to him. Charlie had done this with the principal for a whole week, but he had never let her take charge. This was a bit different. She wore her hat backwards, so it wouldn’t have gotten in the way, but she still took it off and placed it off to the side as she lowered to her knees.
Instead of having a cock shoved in her face, she was the one that had to unzip the man’s pants and fish it out. Trying to get his cock out of his boxers was a pretty gross ordeal for her. Her hand met with a forest of wiry pubic hair, she wriggled her hands around it and eventually managed to wrestle it out.
Ryan watched from the sidelines as she made the sacrifice, taking the length of his cock into her mouth.
“Oh, shit,” the man laid back with his mouth agape. “Fuck yeah!” Charlie began to suck him up and down. While she found the act repulsive, she wanted to do a good job. She was getting paid for it after all.
“Oh, fucking hot, girl,” he moaned. His arms were spread out across the sofa, completely relaxed as he enjoyed the little girl. She continued to bob her head diligently. Ryan felt awkward just standing there watching, but the man didn’t seem to mind.
“Fucking great mouth,” he suddenly moved a hand and began running it her hair.
“Ah, good girl. Oh fuck baby,” he was soon using both hands to play with Charlie’s hair. After being face fucked by both the school principal and janitor, giving a simple blow job to the owner of the skate shop wasn’t anywhere near as bad.
“That’s it little girl,” he encouraged her to suck faster. She began flicking her tongue around but to his continued delight.
“Ah fuck, ah yeah, uhh” he pressed his hips forward and Charlie began tasting cum. He let her pull back a little bit, but held her head as he shot his seed. She gagged and made a sour face as her mouth filled with the stuff. He laughed.
He pulled out and whiled his cock across her nose, smearing what cum was left in the tip. She winced as she swallowed some down while a bit more dripped down her chin.
“That was fucking amazing, girl,” he grabbed a tissue from the side table and cleaned cum off of Charlie’s face. “Seriously.”
“Great, can we get our stuff now,” Ryan was still watching and was feeling quite uncomfortable.
“Yeah, of course. We have a deal. Let’s go find you kids some sick boards.” He zipped up his pants and got back to work. The two kids picked out everything they wanted. They each got a complete skateboard, deck, trucks, wheels, etc. And each got to choose a couple shirts, too. They were adult smalls and therefore, quite big on both kids. But they both wore baggy clothes anyways. Ryan even picked out an extra one he thought Wyatt might like.
“Yo, you kids can come back any time!” the man said—mostly to Charlie. “If you ever need new gear, just him me up. Oh yeah, namens Ricco by the way.” They said goodbye to Ricco and headed back towards the park.
“Hopefully my mom isn’t back with Wyatt yet,” Ryan was worried suddenly. Fortunately, she wasn’t and only arrived a few minutes after they made it back to the skatepark.
“Woah,” where did all this come from?” She asked as she picked the kids up.
They hadn’t come up with a story to tell herd, but Charlie was quick to think of something, “The skate shop had a contest and we won!” She said confidently.
“Wow, that’s a nice score!” She replied. Ryan and Charlie were happy the whole ride home. His mother didn’t even notice Ryan was missing his old board that he’d thrown away by then.
The rest of the weekend the two kids skated around the neighborhood on their new boards and enjoyed playing video games or wrestling on the trampoline when they needed a change of pace. They watched movies and camped out that night in the living room. Wyatt joined them, too and all three had a nice weekend hanging with each other.