The Talent Scout

Note to Readers -- When Kmaf and I came up with the premise for the next chapter, we decided to take a different approach. This is the result of one of those ideas. Brace yourselves, it's a long one. I took a poll and the majority asked that I post it in one shot. Here it is. Leave me a comment and let me know what you think.

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The Talent Scout 03

Candy Crush

Part 1: The Virgin

by st0rmbringer

Based on Kmaf's character

Candace Langley had no idea what to do or where to go. She had very little money, no one to turn to for help and no place to stay, but at least she had a car.

She was at the first major crossroad of her young life.

Her troubles started the year before, the day she and her mother moved in with her mother's boyfriend.

Before then, it was just the two of them against the world. They were a team. They were THE team. Ever since she could remember, they tackled all of life's challenges together.

But when her mother Rachel finished her nursing degree, got a good-paying job and her new boyfriend John entered the picture, that all changed.

From that point on, everything her mother did was for him or with him and Candace was forgotten or ignored.

To top it off the guy was a cheating pig. Candace overheard him on several occasions talking to other women on the phone and making plans to meet at a hotel or in some parking lot.

He was also way too touchy feely, always touching her, resting a familiar hand on her leg or stroking her arm. The way he stared at her creeped her out and he also happened to be "accidentally" naked way too often and only when her mom wasn't around.

She went to her mother and told her everything, but she laughed it off, refusing to believe a word of it. She insisted Candace was jealous, that he was just a friendly person and that's just the way he was and that she'd talk to him about being naked in the house.

John really wasn't a bad-looking guy. Like her mother, he was in his mid-30s, went to the gym regularly, dressed well and was always well-groomed, but the way he looked at her made Candace feel dirty, especially since he was supposed to be "so in love" with her mom. Ugh! He was a cheating piece of shit who couldn't keep his hands to himself.

The final straw came when he finally made a move on her.

Her mother was working a late shift at the hospital. Candace was in her room, lying belly-down on her bed doing her homework. Her long legs were bent at the knee, her heels occasionally tapping her shapely butt and her slim feet swaying side to side to the beat of the music flowing softly from a small Bluetooth speaker.

She wore only a pair of snug pink shorts with the word PINK stamped on the rear, an old, loose, paper-thin T-shirt and her skin-colored bra. The clothes she wore to school that day were carelessly bundled on the bench she sat on when she used her vanity.

The door opened suddenly, and John stepped into the room. He wore a towel wrapped around his waist and a big smile on his handsome face.

"Alright, it's about that time," he declared. "Your mom's not coming home til tomorrow, so we have all night."

Candace squealed in surprise and angrily jumped out of the bed. She backed away until her butt pressed against the wall, placing the bed between them.

"John, get the fuck out of my room!" she screamed.

He shook his head.

"No. It's my room. I own this house and tonight I get a piece of the daughter. Tomorrow I'll get a piece of the mother," he sneered. "Who knows, maybe when we finish and you see how good I am, I can have both of you at the same time?"

He yanked the towel away and lunged around the bed, big hands reaching for her, his swelling member bouncing up and down and from side to side.

Candace was ready, as soon as he was in the right spot, she took a step forward as if she were about to punt a soccer ball and swung her foot with all the strength and skill acquired over years on a soccer field and cheerleading.

Her long slim foot connected powerfully with his junk, smashing his testicles up against his body.

The man screeched like woman, high-pitched, long and LOUD. He fell to the ground and rolled onto his side, clutching his groin and squealing louder and louder, his face twisted in agony.

The cries of agony were so loud and unnerving that a neighbor called the police. They were knocking at the door within minutes. Candace let them in and escorted them to her room where the naked man still lay in a fetal position on the ground, clutching his groin.

They called an ambulance, and he was taken to the hospital, handcuffed to a gurney.

She told the cops exactly what happened, they wrote up a domestic disturbance report and left without arresting her, she had protected herself from sexual assault and done a pretty good job of it.

Candace's mother was one of the nurses who received John in the emergency room. When she told the nursing staff they were in a relationship, she wasn't allowed to treat him.

She wondered why he was handcuffed and talked to the cop who was stationed outside his room.

She refused to believe what her daughter accused him of and made up ridiculous stories in her head about how her beloved John fought Candace off as she tried to take advantage of him, finally kicking him because he rejected her.

She was head-over-heels in love with the man and couldn't fathom the possibility he wasn't as perfect as she believed.

She sat in the waiting room, anxious and fretful.

She called her daughter and after gaslighting her, tried to convince her to drop the charges against her innocent and beloved John.

Later, after she got home from work, she told Candace she had to find another place to live because she wasn't welcome in that house anymore. Besides, the house was his and with the restraining order a judge had put in place, he wasn't allowed within 100 feet of her.

Candace was absolutely flabbergasted. He assaulted her and now SHE had to leave.

She called all her friends, but none of them could take her in. One look at her and their mothers said no, she couldn't stay.

She had no clue that the very idea of having a beautiful young woman in their home who just cried rape about the man of the house where she lived, made them nervous about having her around their men. They didn't want to take any chances.

So, she had nowhere to go, no place to stay... and her mother didn't seem to care.

She could think of only one person who might be willing to help her. Maybe he'd be willing to take her in for a while.

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Several years before, when Candace was younger, she begged and pleaded for her mother to tell her who her father was. She tried for months until her mother finally caved.

"Alright! Fine!" she finally said.

She walked out to their car, keys and purse in hand.

"Get in," she said curtly.

Candace trotted along wondering what the hell was going on. Where were they going?

"I thought you were going to tell me about my father," she said, angry that her mom wasn't telling her anything.

"Candy, get in the fucking car," she said, exasperated. "I'm taking you where you can see him for yourself. He actually isn't far."

Her mother drove about 15 minutes and parked in front of a battered old photo supply store. A fat sweaty man stood behind the counter ringing up a young couple who were peeking inside a large photo envelope. Something about the old man made Candace pause for a moment. There was something familiar about him.

Shrugging it away, Candace turned to her mom.

"Mom, why are we here? What does this have to do with my father?"

Her mother turned to her and then looked down, blushing bright red in embarrassment.

She faced forward again and pointed at the store.

"HE'S your father," she said, her voice tight, her face bright red with embarrassment and shame.

Candace looked at the young couple at the counter. They were maybe in their late-20s. They looked like a power couple, rich, attractive, well-put-together. She didn't even glance at the startlingly ugly, fat and sweaty old man with the ridiculous comb-over behind the counter, the one who she felt recognized from somewhere.

"THAT guy?" Candace asked, pointing at the young man in disbelief. "Mom, what are you talking about? He's way too young."

Her mother grabbed her hand and moved her pointing finger until was aimed directly at the disgusting old man.

Candace stared in disbelief.

"WAIT WHAT!?" she gasped, turning to look doubtfully at her mother. "There's no way."

Her mother nodded, looking down at the steering wheel her face flaming red in mortification.

"I was young and stupid and got caught up with a bad crowd," she whispered. "In the end, I ended up in bed with..."

She turned her head and pointed at the photo store with a quick jut of her chin.

"THAT."

They sat in the car and her mother sucked in a deep breath then let it out in a long loud sigh.

"Back before you were born..."

She started her story. She held nothing back but the sordid sexual details.

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Rachel Langley couldn't believe she was hanging out with two upperclassmen. She met them in AP physics where she was the youngest one in the class, where everyone else was an upperclassman and getting ready to graduate. She was wicked smart and was placed in advanced classes every year.

The two girls talked to her and flattered her, eventually convincing her to do their homework in exchange for taking her out with them on the weekends.

Her parents were happy she finally made friends but were uneasy they were older. They kept quiet and let her go out with them but warned her if she didn't get home before eleven on weekends and nine on weekdays, the privilege would be taken away.

Rachel readily agreed.

On the first weekend, her new friends drove up, impatiently honked their horn, and Rachel immediately ran out of the house, waving at her parents after she jumped in the back seat. The two girls in the front seats waved at them too. Their hair was done up and they wore tight revealing clothes.

Rachel was tall, gangly and awkward but her features were exquisitely beautiful. Her light sandy brown hair was long, straight and fine as corn-silk and her startlingly violet eyes looked enormous and waifish in her slender face.

She sat and listened anxiously to the two girls in the front seat talking about going to meet their boyfriends in a bar at the edge of town.

"Wait, we're going to an actual bar?" Candace asked, interrupting their animated conversation. "I-I-I don't know about this. Maybe you should take me home?"

The girl in the passenger seat turned to face her.

"I thought you wanted to hang out with us?" she asked sarcastically, frowning. "This is it."

She blew a raspberry and rolled her eyes.

"What? Did you think we were going to the park to sit on the swings and tell scary stories or something?" she continued.

The two older girls looked at each other and laughed. Rachel laughed with them, uncomfortable but willing to go game. They were the cool older girls, and she wanted to be like them, so she shrugged and decided to go along.

It was a decision she would live to regret.

The bar was a beat-up old building with the word "Bar" in big bold blue neon letters above the entrance. The parking lot was crowded with cars. The place was really hopping.

An enormous bald man in an ill-fitting suit sat on a stool next to the entrance.

He saw the expensive sedan drive into the crowded dirt parking lot and watched as three girls got out. Two of them looked good to go, but the third... not so much. She looked way too young.

They huddled up and held a little conference before walking towards him, the two older girls in front and the tall gangly girl trying to hide hunched down behind them. Was she good to go too? She WAS taller than the two skanky-looking chicks.

When they made to go through the door, he put an arm out and blocked their way.

"Not so fast ladies," she rumbled. "Let me take a look at you..."

The two girls dressed in clubbing gear struck a pose, still trying to block his view of the third girl.

"All THREE of you," he insisted.

Defeated, the two girls stepped aside, revealing tall gangly Rachel in jeans and a t-shirt standing uncertainly, anxious the scary bald man would turn them away.

He studied her closely. He should've carded them, but the owner told him not to card ANY girls who showed up. He should let them in with no cover charge. They were good for business.

This girl was obviously not 21. She was tall, probably just under six feet, awkward and thin but shapely. Maybe if she'd been wearing slutty clubbing clothes like the other two, he wouldn't have even bothered stopping them.

She stared at him with pleading, striking violet eyes. "Please let me in," they begged.

He sighed. He was going to keep an eye on purple eyes. Make sure nobody took advantage of her.

Or so he told himself, but it wasn't meant to be. The boss sent him on an errand and the only defender who would've prevented what happened next was not at the door when Rachel left later that night.

The giant bald man put his arm down and motioned them inside.

His deep voice followed behind them.

"Have fun ladies."

Rachel held back for a moment, frightened and unsure, then she trotted to catch up, determined to show no fear, to have a good time.

The two girls ahead of her giggled, put their heads close together, and glanced at her smirking as loud rock music, shouted conversations, cigarette smoke and the smell of spilled beer and liquor engulfed them in a smoky haze.

The place was packed with people. There were two pool tables, small rickety barstools around tall wooden tables and a wide bar that must've been at least ten paces long with people filling every barstool down its shiny length.

There were couples dancing on a shiny wooden dance floor and people milling around, talking, flirting, smoking, drinking and swaying to the music.

Rachel didn't note him, but a heavyset older man sat alone at the far end of the bar. There was space around him as if nobody wanted to go near him. He was in his 50s with his thin, scraggly hair combed over the top of his shiny balding head. Beads of sweat dripped down his face and there were wide stains under his armpits where his shirt was drenched with perspiration.

Rachel's eyes passed over him, not even registering his existence. There were way too many other, more interesting people to watch instead.

Her two "friends" grabbed her hands and dragged her to a group of stools next to one of the pool tables. Two young men sat there, leaning on pool cues. They smiled at her two friends who let go of her hands and skipped to them, squealing in excitement.

Rachel followed slowly, looking around wearily and shying away from people who walked too close. She looked like a frightened doe caught in an open field.

Her two friends and the two young men had their heads close together, talking excitedly and occasionally glancing at her with wide smiles, but they didn't motion her over to join them.

She felt completely out of place and almost turned around and left the bar, but they were her ride so held her ground. Besides, there was no way she could call her parents to pick her up at this place. They'd never trust her again.

The two couples laughed suddenly and all four of them straightened and started looking at the people around them and then further out.

Rachel looked around too, curious about what or who they were looking for and then one of her friends clapped her hands and ran off through the crowd while the other three put their heads together again, talking excitedly.

Her friend came back dragging the old heavyset man by the arm, the one with the comb-over sitting at the end of the bar. God, he was grossly overweight and hideously ugly.

"Hey you guys, this is Thomas," she said, letting go of the man's sweaty arm and wiping her hands on the sides of her short skirt. A faint look of distaste quickly faded from her face.

"He's gonna join us for a few games of pool," she said.

Everyone clamored to greet him, acting excited and happy to see him. Rachel was too unsettled with the sensory overload to note just how fake their welcome was. They kept glancing from her to the old man with smirks on their faces.

"He said he was gonna buy us a round of shots," her friend continued. "Didn't you Thomas?"

The old man nodded, never taking his eyes from her friend's big chest. The guy was a real creep.

Rachel was glad the hideous old man's attention was focused on someone else instead of on her.

But that didn't last long.

They introduced her to him. He thrust out a large sweaty hand and she shook it gingerly then excused herself politely.

She rubbed her hand on her jeans, wiping his slimy sweat from it then made her way to the bathroom.

She didn't hear her "friends" tell the repulsive old man that she was his date for the night and if he bought their drinks, they would help him take her home and he could have his way with her. She'd be his for the night.

When Rachel came back, there were a dozen tequila shots lined up on the table. Next to them sat a saltshaker, and a small mound of lime wedges on a soggy napkin.

One of the older girls quickly explained how to properly take a tequila shot.

They each licked the side of their hands, between thumb and forefinger, sprinkled salt on the wet spot then looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

Together, they counted "one, two, three" and then they licked the salt from their hands, threw back the shot and bit into the lime wedge.

They made Rachel take another shot, laughing as she coughed and spluttered, her face twisted in disgust at the taste, before biting into the lime.

At the fourth shot, Rachel was slurring her words and swaying on her feet, completely inebriated.

By this time, her inhibitions were completely gone. In her drunken state, the hideous old man didn't look so bad. As a matter of fact, when he asked her to dance during a slow tune, she said yes.

Before long, they were on the dance floor, her tall slender body pressed intimately against his gross corpulent frame. She felt his body-heat against her and his sweat soak into her clothes. She didn't seem to notice or care.

The world around her swam in a dull, confused fog of faces, sounds, sensations that came and went. The old man's flat face with his fat slabby cheeks, deep close-set eyes and pale sweaty skin were the only things that seemed real, though they too swayed and shuddered.

His hands cupped her ass familiarly, pushing her loins hard against his, and she felt his engorged manhood press hard between her slightly spread legs.

It felt good, oh so good.

Had she not been so drunk, she would've seen her "friends" laughing uproariously at her, happy they got her hammered enough she would do something so intimate with someone so vile. One of them even took pictures of her with her phone, though the room was dark and smoky.

Rachel rolled her hips, making the old man's rock-hard lump press against parts of her that had never been touched by another human being, let alone a man four times her age. She felt an electric thrill of pleasure travel from her sex, up through her belly then to her perky suddenly hard nipples.

She threw her head back, closed her eyes, moaned and humped the hard slab of meat pressed so intimately against her. When a pair of thick lips pressed passionately against hers, she responded by kissing back just as passionately. When the lips parted and the man's tongue gently prodded her lips, she opened her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to his.

Before long, they were gasping into each other's mouths, entangled in an intimate and passionate lovers' kiss.