The Key

by Eva

The usual fantasy fiction for adults who can discern what is real and what isn't (but who like to enjoy some fun)

"I can't," said Denise. The young woman sat in the car's passenger seat and, despite her carefully applied make-up and her newest dress, she looked terrible. Her face was pale and drawn. "I just can't do it."

"You always say that," responded Lorraine, trying not to sound annoyed. "Can't do this and can't that." She looked at her friend and frowned. The woman behind the steering wheel wanted to go home as soon as she could. She wanted Denise to get out of the car and go and do what she said she had promised. Go into this so-called club and, well, pick up a girl. Have sex with her. Do whatever women did with small girls at the Key Club.

Not something that Lorraine Holt would ever do. It was bad enough being persuaded to drive her friend down here to this place -- and then only because Denise was scared to ask anyone else to help her since she lost her driving licence -- for a night having sex with a child. Out to a converted pub on the edge of town, suitably decorated with a modest picture of a cartoon key in pink and not a hint of what went on inside. Grown women chatting up little girls and then doing unspeakable things...

Lorraine tried not to think about it. She ought to have refused to bring Denise here. Told her to get a taxi. Or ask her husband. That would be all hell breaking loose if Tony found out what his wife was up to. But then Lorraine hadn't dared tell her own husband she was coming here, even if it was only being the transport. The transporting was done, and they had arrived. Seven o'clock and it was getting dark with just a smear of red in the western sky. Kids probably aren't allowed to be up late, thought Lorraine to herself. She glanced at the car park, saw a couple of young women getting out of a car. Dolled up like they wanted to attract attention with mini-skirts and heels. For a moment Lorraine thought she recognised one of the women, but she was wrong. Even so she sank down in the driving seat a little in case anyone saw her. But then she had kept the engine running, ready for a swift getaway. The less time she spent outside this place the better, she had thought.

Denise though wasn't moving. Not getting out at all. The woman in the passenger seat was staring at the sign with the silly pink key on it, and if nothing else and looked even worse than before. "Look, Denise, this is what you wanted," said Lorraine irritably. "You talked of nothing else to me for weeks, saying you were going to get some young girl and do, you know, stuff to her."

"Fuck her," said Denise, quietly.

"Whatever." Lorraine grunted. She didn't really approve of this; in her view 33-year old married women shouldn't be coming to places like this. In fact, no one should be coming here. Little girls should be at home in bed or doing homework on even, if they must, be on some social media site chatting with friends about other friends and school and brownies or holidays or pop stars. Not waiting in a club for women to take them to bed. She couldn't help herself but she glanced at the row of shuttered windows upstairs. There was no light leaking out from them, no screams of pleasure over the sound of her car engine, no sign of debauchery. No matter: there are women and girls up there, in poky little bedrooms, thought Lorraine thought. Doing nasty things to each other and moaning they loved it. She shuddered at the thought.

She also thought that there was no wonder the place was a closely guarded secret. If it got out there was a place like this in town where pre-teen girls seduced women (or were seduced and bedded) there would be one hell of an outcry. But it was a closely guarded secret; Lorraine had no idea how her friend had tracked down the URL, but she had.

"Lorraine," said Denise. "Can you go in for me?"

"Me?" Lorraine shot a thunderous look at her friend. "Why me?"

"Because I have this." Denise, who was looking paler and more ill every second, held up a key. "It's to get to one of the girls. I have to return it, even if I don't use it."

"How on earth...? You've not been here before." Lorraine felt sick about all this. "How the hell did you get that?"

Denise sighed. "It's how they work this. There's a booking system. You pay a deposit and they send you a key so you can find your girl. You have to go in and if you don't want sex you have to return it to get your money back. The deposit I mean."

"Can't you send it back through the post? Cancel your booking online?" Lorraine's brow knitted into a puzzled look. "Anyway you said it was a club. Girls hanging around." She gulped a little. "Looking for women like... Like you."

"The key's important, but if you don't get anyone because it doesn't fit or there's no one for you, they cancel your deposit. I know it sounds complicated but there are more women than girls. So not everyone gets a girl because there are a lot more women and only a few girls. That's why there's a key."

"A lottery," said Lorraine, shaking her head. "You're telling me that you don't know if the key works, or fits, or whatever. You just have to hope you're lucky." Another shake of the head.

"Yeah. Sort of. Look, Lorraine, all you have to do is go in and say there isn't anyone for you and hand it over and then come out." She pressed the key towards her friend. It wasn't pink but it had a large pink bow on it, which made Lorraine want to laugh but she stopped herself.

"This is stupid," sighed Lorraine when she had got over her temptation to laugh at the whole silly business. However she wasn't taking the key. "Look... You want to do this, Denise, however they do it. You paid. You look nice and I'm sure there is a girl in there you'll like, if that's your thing. All you have to do is go in, have a look around and come out. You'll get your deposit back."

"I just can't."

"Oh for heaven's sake! You always say--"

"My period." Denise snapped. She looked as if she was going to cry. "Just now, on the way here. I haven't got any tampons with me."

"Didn't you feel it coming on?" There were times when Denise irritated Lorraine beyond belief. "Don't you know when it's due?"

Denise shook her head. "It came on so quickly. Anyway, I can't go in there like this." She gestured at herself and looked embarrassed.

"Then just go and hand the damn key in and come away."

"I can't. Really I can't. You go, please. Please!"

"Oh for God's sake, Denise. This is the last time," Lorraine said as she grabbed the offered key. "Wait here," she added pointlessly as if Denise would go anywhere. Lorraine stalked across the car parking area to the front door of the club. She muttered to herself why they needed some stupid key system. All they had to do was put a bouncer on the door. A female bouncer, probably as there would be no men in there to sort out the hordes of pervy women who wanted a girl. She did however, as she arrived at the door, glance over her shoulder at the cars outside in case someone she knew would emerge from one and shriek: 'Lorraine! Lorraine Holt! I didn't know you were into fucking little girls, fancy seeing you here!' Fortunately, no one got out of a car and she pushed the door open.

"Two minutes, that's all it'll take," she told herself as she braced herself. "Then home and a cup of cocoa in front of the television. Put this mess behind me." Taking a deep breath, Lorraine stepped into the club, ready for anything. Nonetheless she did reel in surprise. She blinked at the big room and saw there weren't girls fawning over women stood at the bar, drinking and making lewd comments at sexy little girls as she anticipated. Nothing like that at all. It was a big room, but one with cages at one side and inside each one, behind the wire mesh, was a young girl. In front of the girls on show various women were trying their keys in the locks to see if they could open one up and claim the child inside. A semi-naked child giggling and flaunting herself knowing that the women couldn't grab them.

Lorraine felt sick at the sight of so many women, eager to get at a prize. Eager for sex if this was their lucky night. All wanting to get a door open and haul the child inside up to one of the bedrooms upstairs, no doubt. Women chattering and laughing and little girls dressed in sexy semi-transparent dresses in each cage and all smiling through the steel mesh as the women tried to unlock the door with their key. Lorraine stared at the scene, and then down at the key in her hand. Well, it really was a lottery. And like a real lottery there were more buyers than winners. To Lorraine's left a plump, middle-aged woman clearly had a winning key and the cage door in front of her came open. The woman was chortling and her friends were congratulating her (even if some of them looked sick with jealousy) and the little girl -- a raven headed girl of distinctly asian appearance - was holding her hand out for the woman to take.

"Fuck," said Lorraine and felt a strange sensation in her. Like she was jealous too. But that was ridiculous; she just wanted to hand this key over and get the hell out of the place. Leave these perverts to it and go home with miserable, sobbing Denise. Easy, because she told herself she didn't want to be here and nothing would make her stay a moment longer than she had to.

That would have been fine if she hadn't seen Carrie Ann there, smiling and looking utterly stunning in a cage to Lorraine's right.

--

Carrie Ann Bond was twelve. She had long, curly red hair and a pale, freckled face that would split into a wide smile whenever she saw anything she liked the look of. Now she was standing with her head cocked to one side and grinning at Lorraine, through the mesh of the cage she was in. The girl was well known to Lorraine because lived next door to the Holt family. Even though day after day Lorraine had seen the girl she had never thought anything unusual about her. Just a pretty little girl with a cheery wave if she saw anyone she knew. "Hi, Mrs Holt," the girl said without a trace of embarrassment. "You come to see if you can get me?" She did a little twist of the body as she smiled and held the hem of her almost see-through short pale blue dress to show it off, but in so doing stretched it tight across her front so her small, high breasts and her flat belly and her lightly-haired sex were on show. More, the nipples of her small breasts pushed against the sheer fabric. On her nicely shaped legs were a pair of hold up smoke-grey stockings on that came up just over her knees with large black satin bows at the front on her thighs, and strappy little high heels on. Small, blue high heels that nicely matched the colour of her dress. The girl looked stunning and Lorraine gave a gasp at both the sexiness of her outfit and the fact there was someone there who knew her.

"Carrie Ann, I..." Lorraine managed to say, but nothing else followed from her lips. She stared at the girl in front of her, then at the room and saw girls dressed like her neighbour's child was. Lovely young girls with small, high boobs and thin legs and no knickers, all in high heels like Carrie Ann wore. The women there were all ages, from young females in their early twenties to old, fat women who must have been sixty if they were a day. Women dressed in low cut dresses and unbuttoned blouses and bustiers and high heels of their own. Women who would attract the attention of every red-blooded male for miles - if that was what they were after. Now they were leering at the little girls so close and just out of reach...

Lorraine didn't get any further as an overweight woman in a shocking red dress that barely contained her hefty tits roughly shouldered Lorraine aside. "'Scuse me, lady!" The woman growled and tried her key in the lock of Carrie Ann's cage door. For a second Lorraine felt a surge of anger, first because she was talking to the girl and secondly why should this sweet child go with such a fat old cow? She should go with someone like herself -- someone better. The indignation died quickly as Lorraine saw the women in red struggle with the key. Carrie Ann was watching her dispassionately, not registering any emotion but she certainly wasn't smiling as she had been doing.

The fat woman's key didn't fit, and she growled something about "the fucking system here" and went to another cage.

"You okay, honey?" Lorraine asked.

"Course I am Mrs Holt." The smile was back. "You gonna try your key in the door?" The girl pointed at the lock at the front of the cage.

Lorraine stared at her, and then the key in her hand. "I can't," she said after a moment.

"Why not?" Carrie Ann looked disappointed. "I'd love you to let me out and cuddle me."

"I... I haven't done this before." Lorraine felt her face redden. "I don't know what to do."

"It's easy. You let me out an' take me a bedroom upstairs, 'cos that key will fit a bedroom. Then we have some fun."

"Oh God," said Lorraine in a quiet voice as the full weight of this hit her. If you took a scantily dressed little girl to a bedroom here it would be for only one thing... A panic filled Lorraine as she glanced round the large room. There were women looking at her, thinking 'why is she standing there not doing anything?' Or more like 'If I was her I'd try the key at least.' Lorraine looked back at the girl in front of her and was struck once more by how pretty she was. How sexy. "The key... it probably won't fit," she mumbled.

"But you have to try," pleaded Carrie Ann. "It'd make me happy, Mrs Holt."

"You don't understand. I can't because... It's not my key."

"But you've got it, and I'm here." Carrie Ann tugged at her sheer dress and it came up a little and showed her perfect little girl slit. "I'd be happy to play with you and you can do anythin' to me. They even have ropes up there if you want to tie me up and do things to me."

"Tie you up? For God's sake! I couldn't do that!"

"But anything you do to me is okay. Honest. I can kiss your pussy and put my tongue in your bottom. I don't mid." The girl smiled, but there was a look of pleading in her eyes. "I've always liked you. Mrs Holt."

Lorraine gulped loudly. She felt something in her shift from horror and disgust to warmth and acceptance. But this was wrong, she reminded herself. "I can't because... I'm not dressed for this. Nothing posh or nice... I've only got my jeans and an old sweater on."

"But out of them you'd be beautiful. I know you would."

Lorraine's head swam. She clutched herself and felt a heat in her cunt like she'd never known. But it was wrong, she told herself. Women don't fuck girls, at least she didn't. "Look hon, it's not you... My friend's outside in the car and she's ill, I mean, she needs me." And with that Lorraine fled, out of the club and to where she had parked her car. She was determined she would take Denise home and maybe it wouldn't matter about any deposit. She'd post the key back to this club and let all these people get on with whatever they wanted. Go home and forget about this, try not to look at Carrie Ann again.

The car was empty. There was a mark on the front passenger seat where Denise had been sitting, but she was gone. A little note, scribbled on a torn out diary page, was on the dashboard. 'Taken taxi home. Can't wait for you. Sorry. Denise,' was all it said. Lorraine stared at the note and then out at the road by the old pub. It was deserted. However the woman had got a taxi it had happened quickly. For a second Lorraine thought she should hurry home too and got her car keys out, ready to go and resume her normal and very sane life.

Keys for the car, yes, but it was the key Denise had given her that made her wonder. Sure, she could drive home and soon put this behind her. But it was Denise's money and she ought to at least go back and hand the key in. Just avoid looking at Carrie Ann's lovely face. But then, someone else would probably have tried their key in Carrie Ann's lock and right now was sweeping her upstairs to throw her on a bed and fuck her or whatever. Lorraine glanced at the shuttered windows above her and thought that in there a fat woman in a wholly inappropriate dress was getting ready to make little Carrie Ann's life a misery. A big fat woman rolling on the slim girl, or demanding that Carrie Ann hold still while she settled her big fat arse over the girl's beautiful face, telling her to lick harder. Telling the girl to make the ugly woman cum hard, or else.

Lorraine didn't really remember walking back in there, couldn't really remember afterwards how she went straight to Carrie Ann's cage, pushed aside a skinny old hag who was trying, but failing, to get the cage door open and put her own key into the lock. It opened sweetly - that much she did remember - and was pretty sure Carrie Ann threw her arms round her neck. No, she didn't remember the stairs or which bedroom the key let them into either but there was candlelight and soft music and a big double bed with the covers turned back invitingly and Carrie Ann was kissing her and saying this would be fun and peeling off that thin little dress and her naked body gleamed in the soft light and her little boobs with the delightful nipples and her hairless little pussy were there on offer.

Lorraine's cunt finally did what it had wanted but she had denied for so long. It started to gush and the little girl from next door laughed and put her small, warm hand on it and then in it and they even kissed. Long and deep and with all the promise of a night of sex to remember.

----

Lorraine never went back to the club and Denise never mentioned it again. She didn't seem bothered about any deposit, but it was as if she suspected her friend had taken advantage of the opportunity. For all Lorraine knew Denise went back under her own steam and got keys that either fitted a lock or didn't, and maybe she met someone really sexy and sweet to have sex with. But that was for Denise to think about and sort out. Like the women at the club, who either got lucky or didn't but kept on trying.

For her part Lorraine saw Carrie Ann every day, and they'd wave and she'd wink and the little girl from next door with her gorgeous red hair and pert little breasts would lick her lips, which was her way of saying: later on, I will lick your pussy, lady, and rim your arse and you can do the same to me unless you want to make me wait and beg...

They did all that too, and more. In fact Lorraine had a cage like the one at the club put in the garage (her husband never understood why it was there, and she never told him) and Carrie Ann would come home after school and put on whatever Lorraine had ready for her to wear. A little skirt perhaps or a skimpy halter top, a see-through nighty, stockings and heels, a little leather corset or a rubber hood if she was feeling so inclined, and she'd lock the girl up and then tease her through the mesh. Sometimes she would tie Carrie Ann's hands behind her so she was even more helpless and make the child giggle and laugh as she fingered the girl with her pressed up to the mesh begging to be let out, set free so they could have sex. Set free to suck and lick and kiss and say she loved Lorraine's naughty fingers and lovely tongue. Lorraine would parade in her strap on and let Carrie Ann lick it where the woman poked it through the mesh and tell her she was going to feel it in her in whatever hole she wanted and the girl was say "yes please, Mrs Holt." It was always Mrs Holt, because Carrie Ann respected the woman and Lorraine, if she ever wondered, knew she liked being called that.

Carrie Ann didn't need to go to the club anymore because she had all the sex and pleasure and games she wanted right next door. Lorraine often wondered how she had got there in the past, wondered whether the girl's mother knew about this, either knew the past or the present but then that didn't matter. She didn't ask and no one told her so she left it at that. Sweet, gorgeous, sexy Carrie Ann was all that mattered now for Lorraine and was all that made everything worthwhile.

Lorraine had a key that fitted, and Carrie Ann was all hers to be opened up however she wanted.