Lolita Virginia Snow

[Corvid]

Re-post of a story of mine... I don't remember if it was originally on RapeCage or Ravishment University, honestly.
This is parody. You've been warned.
-The author

Lolita Virginia Snow toyed with one blond ringlet as she looked into the mirror, her pearl-white teeth chewing on the cherry swell of her lower lip.

It was the day after her eighteenth birthday, and she was wearing the outfit her Uncle Chester had given her. The dress was as white as her name, but its cut was anything but pristine. The brocaded top cut perilously low across the melon-like swells of her breasts, barely held in place by the tight, clinging fabric as she moved; the short skirt, buttressed by stiff support, thrust out almost ninety degrees from her hips, an obvious invitation for others to look underneath it. Lacy white stockings were secured with garters beneath it, clinging to the shapely curves of her well-toned thighs and calves, leading down to the lace-up pumps with just enough heel to present the curves of her legs to her best advantage.

Chester had said that she was grown up, now; it was time she had a grown-up outfit. Lolita wasn't sure; despite the way the clothing accentuated her feminine proportions, there was something decidedly little-girlish about the brocaded top, the pixie-ish skirt, the lace-up shoes.

Shrugging her shoulders- and then double-checking that the simple motion had not caused one of her breasts to spring free of its confinement- she made a final adjustment of the pink bow in her hair, and walked out of her bedroom.

There was a clank from the kitchen, and swearing. Taking a lollipop from the candy jar nested on the hallway's antique side-table, she followed the sound into the kitchen.

An unfamiliar form dressed in suspenders toiled under the kitchen sink, a toolbox full of heavy steel instruments close at hand.

"Hey, Mister!" Lolita chirped.

The man's head struck something underneath the sink, and he let loose another burst of profanity. Slowly he edged himself out from underneath and stood, his burly, hairy form looming over a foot above the pert teenage girl.

"Aw, jeez," He murmured, rubbing his head. "I didn't realize there was a young lady in the house. Sorry about the language, Miss."

"'Watcha doin' under there, Mister?"

"Your parents hired me to do some plumbing."

"They aren't here." Lolita noted, stripping the lollipop of its wax paper coating and giving it a slow lick.

"I know. They left me instructions on where to find the hidden key. I didn't think anyone was going to be home! I'm Hank, by the way."

Transferring the heavy wrench to his left hand, he extended his huge, grime-smeared paw to the girl. Timidly, Lolita accepted it to shake, her slender fingers dwarfed by his.

"My! That's a big tool," Lolita murmured, giving the lollipop a languorous suck before pulling it with a soft pop from between her wet, tightly pursed lips. "What do you do with a big tool like that?"

"Oh this thing? Well, I've got to tell you, Miss- sometimes, in plumbing, a regular sized wrench won't cut it. Sometimes you get a job that's really stubborn, and you've got to put a whole lot of torque into it, just to make it give. Sometimes even that isn't enough."

"What do you do then?" Lolita inquired, her eyes wide, limpid pools.

"Well, there's nothing for it. Sometimes there's a gasket that's a bit naughty, or a pipe that just won't behave the way that it's supposed to to let big things pass through it properly. Sometimes there's nothing for it... You've just got to pound on it until it breaks."

"I guess a big tool like that can be handy for a job like that," Lolita said, nodding.

"Yes."

"Just, busting on a pipe until it lets go."

"Exactly."

Lolita twirled the lollipop in her mouth.

"Well, I ought to get back to work- can't spend all day gabbing. It was nice meeting you, Miss!"

"It was nice meeting you, too, Mister Hank! I hope my parents paid you in advance- they're not going to be home for at least another four hours."

"Oh, I should be done and gone well before then."

"See ya!"

Recognizing that the clanking under the sink was likely to go on for some time, Lolita Snow strolled down the street to the drug store for a soda.

The drug store wasn't technically open yet, but Lolita's parents were good friends with the pharmacist who ran the small corner store. She went around the back, knocked twice at the staff entrance, and let herself in.

Most of the lights were still off, a lone, flickering fluorescent casting the black checkerboard tile of the back room in peculiar shadows. At the end of steel shelves full of bottles and pieces of medical equipment, Mr. Perkins, the pharmacist, was leaning over a tray full of bottles.

"Hey, Mister!"

"GAH! Lolita, don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Sorry, Mr. Perkins. I did knock."

The shaven-headed pharmacist's gray eyes blazed momentarily behind the square panes of his glasses, and he gave the girl a stern look.

"Well, be careful, please. If one of these bottles breaks, I could be in a lot of trouble."

Lolita frowned, tucking her hands behind her as she slowly approached Mr. Perkins' work area. "What is it you have, there?"

"Well, Miss Snow, it appears that some dundering fool has made a mistake. I was asked to procure Chlordiazepoxide for an incoming prescription, and instead, the supplier has sent me several bottles of chloroform."

"Chloroform?"

"Yes. Just a few drops of this liquid could render you completely insensate! I wouldn't want to be responsible for a thing like that. Whatever would I tell your parents?"

"Do you still keep the stock for sodapop back here?"

"Yes, of course! Top shelf- above the enema syringes, the medical restraints, and the extra-large prophylactics. Help yourself."

Lolita found the shop's precarious step ladder and pushed it over to the indicated shelf. Turning her back to the pharmacist, she slowly climbed the ladder, swaying slightly as she reached the top, finding that she had to stand on tip-toes to actually reach the purple grape elixir in its thick black bottles.

When she climbed back down, she found Mr. Perkins standing close, holding a white cloth folded in his hand.

He was using it to scrub fastidiously at his glasses.

"Ahem. Miss Snow?"

"Yes, Mr. Perkins?"

"Might I gently suggest you refrain from climbing any more ladders while you're dressed in that particular dress? You might be accidentally giving someone a view of London and France, as they used to say."

The blonde blushed. "Oh! I'm sorry, Mr. Perkins."

"No harm done. But I should get back to sorting out this chloroform nonsense. Take the soda with my compliments."

"Thank you!"

He raised a hand in salutation as she backed towards the door before turning back to the tray of bottles.

Discarding the expended lollipop's stem in the garbage can outside the pharmacy door, Lolita opened the grape soda and took a dainty sip. She had a weakness for sweet things, and she knew she ought to be watching her figure, but it seemed like any weight she gained these days only served to fill out her bust and hips.

She skipped down the sidewalk, her thumb over the neck of the bottle in her hand, when she was startled out of her reverie by a harsh voice close at her side.

"Hey, little lady!"

Black biker leathers adorned the man's over-sized frame, and the smell of leather and sweat clung to him. He wore sunglasses underneath the blue bandanna tied around his forehead, and the grizzled stubble on display looked like he hadn't shaved in at least a week.

The bottle dropped from Lolita's hand; quick as a wink, the biker grabbed the tumbling bottle, a miniature geyser of foaming soda spattering purple droplets across the hem of her skirt. He moved with unsettling speed for one so large; despite the build of a grizzly bear, his motion was as rapid as a striking cobra.

"Whoa. Almost dropped this bottle, girl. You need to put this bottle somewhere where you won't lose it?"

Lolita looked up at the fizzing bottle now held in that great, leather-gloved mitt.

"No, I don't think so, mister. I'll keep hold of it if you'll just give it back to me."

His other hand closed on her forearm. "Well, I'll just keep hold of it for now, and I'll give it back to you in a moment. Come here! I have something I want to show you."

Wide-eyed, Lolita stumbled forward as the biker dragged her towards the back doors of a white, windowless van parked in an alley just off the street.

"You're going to like what we're doing here," He muttered, lips pulling back from stained teeth in a fearsome-looking grin. Setting the soda bottle on the roof of the van, he pulled a massive keyring from the pocket of his pants and unlocked the back door, pulling the van's back way open with a rusty rattle.

The back of the van was filled to half-way up the door with plush stuffed toys.

"My crew and I started a drive to collect toys for needy kids," the biker explained. "I was thinking, you being a local, maybe I could let you choose a toy, and you could ask your parents to get the word out, help us raise some more donations from the local merchants."

Lolita's eyes widened. If there was one thing she liked more than sweets, it was stuffed toys. "Gee, Mister! That would be great!"

"It's mostly bears near the front; there's some more unusual stuff close to the back. Mind the netting."

Eagerly, the blonde scampered over the cargo net at the back of the van, over the soft layers of velvety toys, deep into the van's cargo space. It was darker in the deeper part of that space, making it harder for her to make out the individual plushies; she took her time holding them up, one after another, before deciding that the purple octopus was something that would stand out in her existing collection.

Her decision finally made, she began crawling out of the van, rump first.

Something cold and hard pressed against her buttock, just past the lacy band of her panties; Lolita let out a squeal.

"Oh, sorry kid. I was just holding your soda out for you. Didn't expect you to come out like that."

Lolita panted with surprise, clasping her new toy to the swell of her bosom. "Whew! That's okay, Mister."

"You want me to return your soda to you now?"

"...Yes...?"

"You sure you want this bottle back?"

The blonde pouted, thrusting her hips forward as she folded her arms, body braced against the van's back bumper.

"I said, give it to me!"

The biker frowned, handing the sweating bottle back to the girl. "I was just teasing. Jeeze! You coulda said 'please', or somethin'."

Her lower lip rose as she pouted at him, chin thrust forward. The biker rubbed at the back of his head, looking embarrassed.

"Anyway..." He reached into an inner pocket, pulling out a flyer about the toy drive. "Could you make sure your parents get this, and let anyone who might want to play a part know? That would be great."

Lolita accepted the yellow slip, still giving the biker a sideways look.

"Okay."

"I hope you enjoy the octopus, little lady."

Snuggling the purple octopod into her chin, Lolita allowed her pout to melt into a girlish smile. "I will. Thanks, Mister."

The biker began closing up the van as Lolita skipped away. It was time she started home.

The sun was shining brightly as she strolled up the walkway to the front door; it was only as she turned her key in the lock that a cloud passed in front, shadowing her as she pushed the door open. Inside, she turned back, closing and latching it, when she felt a hand close on her shoulder.

It was Hank, the plumber. She felt very small, caught between the door and the looming bulk of the workman. He still had the enormous wrench clutched in his hand.

"Hey, Miss. What you said reminded me- your parents didn't pay me in advance, after all."

Lolita smacked her lips. Her mouth felt very dry. "Yes...?"

"So I'm thinking I'm going to need you to do something for me."

"...Yes?"

The word came out as a squeak.

He thrust out a business card.

"Have them give me a call so we can get this sorted out? I can accept Visa, Mastercard, or Discover over the phone, or they can bring a check by at their convenience, but I need to get this sorted out within a week just to make sure all the books balance."

"Oh! Okay."

He leaned back, waving a couple of fingers. "The work's done, by the way. I was going to be heading out now."

"That's great."

There was a significant pause.

"So... I'm going to need to go through that door you just latched..."

"Ah! Sorry."

With another jaunty wave, Hank headed out into the daylight, the blue sky once again cleared of clouds. Lolita closed the door behind him, took another sip of her soda, and walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Setting the bottle on her bedside table and the octopus on top of the mound of furry creatures that congregated across the pillow line of her bed, the girl turned to look at herself in the mirror.

She fingered the lace at the hem of her skirt, cupped her bosom in both hands, pressed her decolletage up until her nipples almost came out of her neckline. Releasing the supple flesh, she sighed, dropping backward onto the mattress as the stuffed animals spilled forward over her.

"Really." She murmured to the glossy-eyed plush assemblage. "What's a girl have to do, anyway?"

[Blue]

Well, these days it's sometimes not so easy to be perceived as a Lolita.

[Lucius]

Whatever this Lolita does, she stays Virginia. @Corvid Thank you for the smiles!