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Bratz are Slutz	By : InkHeart17 Category: -Misc Cartoons > General Views: 4174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Bratz characters and dolls are not owned by this author who therefore makes no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-For the Camera
- 2-Body Work
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Chapter 2- Body Work:
Cloe was visiting Cameron to ask about the repairs on her convertible. Yesterday Jade had been shooting footage for their project with the camcorder while Cloe was driving the girls to the mall. Showing off her windblown tresses as they cruised down the road had been too distracting, and Cloe had driven off the embankment when the road curved. Her car had ended up crumpled around a tree in the ditch. The girls had called Cameron and Dylan for help, and Cameron had offered to fix Cloe’s car for her – he’d even promised to try to get it done before Prom that weekend.
Cloe was ecstatic at the generous offer of course. She’d had a feeling Cameron was crushing hard on her and this favor of his proved it. If he wanted money for the repairs she was pretty confident she could lower his price with her feminine charm.
She walked up to Cameron’s house and saw that the garage door was up. And there was Cameron in a greasy jumpsuit working hunched over the hood of her car. “Hey there, cutie,” she greeted him.
Cameron straightened up and when he saw who he had for company he smiled. Cloe inspected what she could see of the car and was very pleased. It already looked so much better! “Looks like you’ve been busy,” she said. “I see my car is in good hands.”
“Yeah,” Cameron replied. “You didn’t need much for the mechanical aspects. It’s mostly body work and with all the reshaping leaving scratches, I think the car is due for a new paint job.”
Cloe leaned on the passenger side door, with her hip to one side raising the hemline of her mini skirt and her crossed arms pushing her tits together. “Body work, huh?” she purred. She saw Cameron’s Adams apple bob as he gulped nervously. “I guess you know all about that.”
Cameron ran a hand through his hair, accidentally smearing some grease into the silky red locks. “Uh, yeah. I’m just lucky my dad has so many tools available here at the house. But it’s still gonna cost a few hundred.”
Cloe’s eyebrows shot up high onto her forehead. A few hundred? Unacceptable! “Is that so?” she said more calmly than she felt.
“I’ll let you know the full cost after the work is done,” he said with a smile, not catching her displeasure at all.
Cloe made her expression into the haughtiest pout she knew how to do. Running one finger across the top of the car door slowly before simply saying, “No.”
Cameron frowned. “No?”
She repeated, “No.”
Cameron felt a storm of emotions brewing in him. Who did she think she was? “Cloe, I did all this work already. You’re telling me that you’re not going to pay me for any of it?”
She shrugged. “I assumed that this would be free of charge. After all, you said you’d be doing me a favor.”
He scowled and said, “I AM doing you a favor! This is a fraction of the cost that a repair shop would ask for; especially trying to do the job in less than a week. Cloe, you owe me for this labor!” Cameron knew this girl was bad news, but he couldn’t help how attracted he was to her. She was so hot and confident. Was it too much to dream about being her steady boyfriend someday?
He was surprised when Cloe said, “Of course I’ll owe you, Cameron.” She pushed herself off the car and walked towards him. She put her hand on his chest; the pink nails of her manicure standing out against the grey fabric of his jumpsuit. “Isn’t there something besides money you’d rather have?” she asked suggestively. Her fingers pinched the suit’s front zipper and slowly began to pull it down his chest.
As much as he wanted money for the work he was doing, Cameron’s brain didn’t hesitate to agree to the girl’s offer. He wanted her so badly. Every other night he was getting himself off to the thought of being inside of her, and now here she was offering him that chance. But he kept himself calm; calm enough to negotiate.
“Oh yes, Cloe,” he said. She smiled in victory. “But,” he added, taking the time to put his hands on her tiny waist, “with such extensive body work to the car, you’re gonna need to ante up on the ‘body work’ too.”
Cloe slid the zipper all the way down and slipped her hand into the suit, running her fingers over Cameron’s abs. “How much do you want me?” she asked.
Cameron had his terms ready in the next second. “Be my date for Prom, and between now until the end of Prom night, we have sex whenever I want, no matter where we are.” Maybe in that time, she’d come to see how great he’d be as her boyfriend and actually want him without favors being involved.
She leaned forward and kissed his lips but pulled away before he could deepen it. “It’s a deal,” she said, using the sexiest tone of voice he’d ever heard. She pushed her thigh against him and felt his hard cock through his clothes. “I have a feeling you want my payment’s first installment now,” she smirked.
Cameron’s head was spinning. He was going to have sex with Cloe, one of the hottest girls in school. His fantasies were spilling into reality, but a sudden realization made him pull away from her. “I don’t have anything,” he admitted.
Cloe appreciated his considerate nature, especially when she saw his disappointment at admitting he didn’t carry condoms. She loved his eagerness for her. Being adored was like oxygen to her. Plus, the boy was cute so she gave him a rare opportunity. She shrugged and said, “You know what? For giving me such a break with the cost, I’ll let you ride bareback. Any time.”
Cameron gaped at her. Then all at once he swooped forward and passionately pulled her body against his. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once all over her; stroking her sides, sliding over her breasts, gripping her arms, cupping her ass, hitching her leg over his hip. His erection pressed up to her hot center, and she ground herself on his hardness. Cameron moaned appreciatively.
Kissing and groping all the while, they slowly made their way to the convertible. Cloe finally felt the metal against her back. She pushed the loosened jumpsuit off the boy’s shoulders and he shrugged out of it until the material dropped to his ankles. He kicked off his boots and the suit but never stopped kissing her while he did so. His lips trailed down to her throat while his hands slid the material of her halter top up. No bra underneath and her tits popped out for him. Cameron finally stopped kissing her to fully appreciate the sight before him. Though not sizable, Cloe’s tits were perky points with dusky pink nipples looking so rosy against her smooth, white skin. He couldn’t wait to make them jiggle. In his eyes she was a blonde goddess standing before him to be worshipped; and worship her he would.
He bowed like a gentleman and reached around her to open the car door to the backseat. Cloe winked and climbed in. Cameron followed and shut the door. Now he realized that the garage was still open, but his neighborhood street was deserted. The risk of being seen by passersby gave this an extra thrill. Besides they’d see him with this beautiful topless girl in an awesome convertible; not embarrassing in the slightest for him.
Cloe seemed prepared to lie down, but he positioned her to kneel on the seat instead. She faced the back of the car, leaning slightly over the trunk. Cameron swung himself behind her, kneeling on the seat between her legs. The long curtain of platinum blonde hair in front of him smelled like coconuts. He trailed his hands up the back of Cloe’s bare thighs. She shivered with the sensation. Cameron reached the hem of the small scrap of material that passed for a mini skirt and pushed it up to her waist. He hooked his fingers into her sexy lace panties and yanked them down to her thighs, exposing her tight butt and the slick slit of her pussy.
The garage had a floor fan to keep Cameron cool as he worked, but now its breeze made Cloe more aware of her exposed skin. Her clothes being pulled out of the way but not removed felt sexier than being completely naked. Her nipples were rock hard and her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. She could feel the fabric tension of her lowered panties digging into her thighs as her legs spread wide for Cameron behind her. She pushed her ass towards him, wanting to feel his touch on her tingling pussy. “Come on, Cameron,” she urged. “Take me for a spin in my own convertible.”
Cameron felt his erection practically ripping through his jeans. He quickly unzipped his fly and his cock sprang free. Its swollen tip settled against Cloe’s inner thigh. That small touch alone gave him such relief. Moving fast, he whipped off his shirt and pushed his jeans down around his knees. “You ready for me, angel?” he asked, calling her by her Bratz nickname.
Cloe looked over her shoulder at him with hooded eyes and said, “Help me find God.”
With that, Cameron lined his cock up to Cloe’s slick cunt and plunged in deeply. They both moaned with the intensity of the feeling. Cameron brought his bare chest against the blonde’s back, wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts. He gave shallow thrusts inside as he squeezed her front. Cameron wanted to savor this moment. He was finally with the girl of his dreams, touching her, seeing all of her, being inside of her. He wanted to remember everything about this moment with her and almost lost the passion of the tryst in sentimentality until Cloe snapped him out of it.
She took his hands and moved them to pinch and roll her stiff nipples, and she clenched her inner walls around his cock tightly. Cameron felt the urgency of needing to make her come return to him and he leaned away to grab her hips roughly. He pulled more of his cock out of her cunt for the thrusts and pushed back in with speed. The swollen purple head of Cam’s dick nearly leaving her tight warmth before diving back in. Cloe’s hip bones were shoved against the backseat with each thrust. The leather material stuck to her sweaty thighs and created an amazing tingle along her legs when she could pull away. She put her own hands on her breasts and squeezed herself as hard as she could stand it. “Ung!” she moaned. “Cameron, fuck me harder! I need it harder!”
Cameron obliged; anything for his beautiful angel. He rammed himself into her, trying to get as deep as possible. Her hips slammed against the backseat each time, but Cloe pushed herself into his thrusts too, making their flesh smack together loudly. “Oh, fuck! Cloe you feel so GOOD,” he said. “Your pussy is so hot! I never want to leave.”
His felt her insides squeeze his hardened length when she played roughly with her titties. He brought his right hand down hard on her tight ass, and was rewarded with another clench of her pussy. “Ooo!” Cloe squealed as he did so. He slowed his thrusts to focus, and he spanked her again and again, watching her milky white skin turn bright pink and warm. Cameron ran his slightly greasy hands up Cloe’s body, enjoying the feel of her slim shape until his palms cupped her breasts once more. But this time he wasn’t tender. He squeezed her perky tits until Cloe moaned her approval. Cameron tugged the flesh back and forth, up and down, kneading her knockers into an uncomfortable stretch of mild pain that aroused Cloe further. Her cunt leaked more juice as it spasmed from the sensations in her breasts. “Mmm” Cloe moaned. “Cameron, it hurts sooo good. Oh! Keep going.”
Cameron next played with her dusky pink nipples. He rolled them in his fingers. He repeatedly tugged at them like he was trying to pluck tiny, ripe berries. “Oh! Yes!” Cloe squeaked when he did this. He pinched them firmly and pulled them out so hard her pointed titties stretched to follow. “Aaahh!” she wailed at the pleasurable pain. “You already know just how I like it, baby!” Encouraged, Cameron tried one last thing, smacking his palm hard against her tit. “Oh, God!” The stinging radiated from her nipple over her swollen breasts. Cameron’s ministrations had her throbbing everywhere. Her legs were starting to tremble from staying in the kneeling position so long.
Then one of Cameron’s hands slid down her body, over her stomach and right to her small landing strip of lower blonde curls. He kissed her shoulder in a brief moment of tenderness before starting to rub her clit. “Ooh! Oh, Cameron! I’m gonna-” Cloe panted.
“That’s right, Angel,” he grunted. His balls were tightening as he climbed towards orgasm with her. “I’m gonna get you there. Ung! Gonna pump your pussy full of my cum and hope the neighbors don’t hear you scream my name.”
With the combination of his words and fingers on her tit and clit, Cloe came. “FUUUCK! Cam. Er. Ron!” she cried as her cunt clenched and squeezed Cameron’s dick. His sac slapped the back of her thighs as he thrust deep and hard into her triggering his own climax. His tip shot ropes of hot, white cum into her cunt. Cameron dug his fingers hard into Cloe’s hips as he hung on with the intense feelings of coming bareback inside the girl of his dreams. “Mmm, Cloe, you’re amazing,” he moaned.
He looked down as he pulled out of her pussy. The tight, little hole of her anus was too tempting and he gripped his dick, now coated with essence of Cloe, to bring it up. When the tip touched her puckered opening though, Cloe said, “Whoa there, grease monkey!” And pushed his dick away. “Maybe next time.”
With that she started pulling her clothes back into place. Their bodies were slick with sweat and Cloe’s thighs glistened with their sex juices dripping from her vag. The garage smelled like motor oil, sex, and Cloe’s coconut shampoo. Cameron pulled up his jeans, turned around, and sat at leisure in the car’s backseat. Cloe sat with him, finding her purse on the car floor and redoing her makeup. The breeze from the fan felt especially nice as the two cooled off. Cameron thought about what they’d just done though and remembered the look and feel of Cloe’s perky tits. He’d have to get more of that before Prom approached. How many rooms of the school could he pull her into to fuck her? Maybe Cloe could arrange a private car wash and modeling job for him when he finished fixing up her convertible as a celebration and memento. At what point in all of this could he make Cloe fall in love with him? Cameron realized that he’d made himself hard again with all this planning. He looked over at the beautiful blonde next to him redoing her lipstick.
“Cloe?” he said. She moved the lens of her compact to look at him rather than turn her head. He asked, “Do you mind smearing that fresh lipstick? I think your second payment is an oral exam on how to drive stick.”
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