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Subject: {ASSM} Street Scenes by JPenguin  (M+/f, NC, Hum, RP)
Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 08:10:12 -0500
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Street Scenes

by JPenguin  <jpenguin@katie-mcnNOSPAM.net>

(c) Copyright 2002, JPenguin


She was very careful and so far it paid off. She always 
waited until she saw the right person. A person she thought 
she could trust and maybe someone who would want to take 
care of her. She waited until she had no other options and 
then she took a chance.

Four months ago Janey ran away from home, not just home, 
but from a life of fear and misery. She ran away from 
unspeakable evil and abuse. She ran to the streets where 
there was nothing worse than the life she left behind. Her 
mother was a drunk and her father abused her on a daily 
basis. At a time when other girls were just thinking about 
sex, Janey no longer remembered how many times she was 
raped by her father. Long ago she stopped making up excuses 
for the black and blue marks that covered her body like a 
tapestry of pain. She almost gave up and then she ran away.

"Do you want a ride?"

She was standing near the intersection. They both knew why 
she was there, but they wanted to play the game anyhow. The 
game of "we're not really going to do this" even though 
they both knew they were.

"I need to make thirty dollars to pay my rent." She didn't 
know why she said it. It just seemed right and maybe not as 
bad as some other things she could say. She didn't want to 
be a whore and she tried to explain to every customer why 
she was doing it. Mostly, they didn't care. Sometimes they 
liked the idea that she was almost at their mercy. 
Sometimes they liked the idea that she was only 14. 
Sometimes they liked the idea that it only took money to 
get a young girl to do anything, anything they wanted.

"I can do it, but what will you do for me?"

"What do you want? Do you want me to suck you off? Do you 
want to fuck? What do you want me to do?"

"Yes, I want that and I want you to pretend to be my 
daughter. Can you be my daughter?"

"I can do everything you want, but I need fifty dollars, 
Daddy. Will you take care of your little girl?"

She got in his car and they went to the motel. It was her 
home and her place of business. She always asked for the 
money first and they always gave it to her when they saw 
the promises written all over her face. 

She slowly pulled her tee shirt up until her boobs were 
almost uncovered. She paused as if she was thinking about 
something important and then quickly pulled her shirt over 
her head. She knew how to jiggle her firms breasts as her 
shirt came off without her seeming to notice and she made 
sure he noticed. She made sure he saw  everything she did. 

"Just stand there and let me look at you. You got great 
tits and I thought for sure you were wearing a bra."

Watching wasn't so bad. Not as bad as having someone touch 
her although she knew it was going to happen very soon. She 
would do what he wanted  because he would give her more 
money when she did everything he asked. Later he'd come 
back looking for her and maybe he'd decide to come by at 
the same time every week. She had some customers like that 
already and if she kept pleasing people, it wouldn't be 
long before she could get off the streets.

She took off her shorts and let him see her tiny white 
panties. She always wore white when she worked and never 
wore that color at any other time. She slipped her panties 
off and put them in his hand. She could see he wanted to 
hold them and maybe even smell them. She didn't care what 
he did. She would never wear them again.

"Does daddy want me to help him take off his clothes?" She 
hoped he did because she could do some things to get him 
ready and maybe get him to end the session a little quicker 
than usual.

She started to take his shirt off and found just another 
flabby middle aged man hiding underneath 
his clothes. She knew what she would find and she didn't 
care. She could turn off her brain and go through the same 
motions she'd done hundreds of times before. She was 
already someplace else and he'd never know she left.

"You sure do have big muscles, Daddy. I want to touch you 
everywhere."

Her words weren't new, but they were what he wanted to 
hear. She told the same lies that worked on all the other 
old guys who somehow thought she wanted them. They didn't 
pay her for sex. They paid for a fountain of youth and she 
knew how to paint the picture they wanted to see.

He'd been drinking. They usually were and she detested the 
smell. The stubble on his face reddened her tender skin and 
his hands hurt her as they squeezed her breasts. He smelled 
like an old man. She didn't know why, but they always 
seemed to have a smell that set them apart. She hated it.

"Do you want me to touch your thingie, Daddy?" She wanted 
to get started so it could end. 

She rubbed his half hard cock up and down on her pussy. It 
started to grow as she knew it would. It almost got hard 
and somehow she was able to guide it inside her no longer 
private place. It hurt, but not as much as the pain that 
covered her mind with a blanket of loathing and despair. 
She hated this. He would continue to paw and violate every 
part of her body. If she tried to stop him, it would just 
take longer.

She knew she had to talk to him.

"Oh, Daddy, you feel so big inside my little pussy. Don't I 
feel tight? How can you get that big thing inside of me? It 
feels so good. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."

He came. He came with a sound that told her it had been 
awhile for him. She was filled with a reminder that someone 
paid to get personal. A reminder that she had to do things 
to get by and not the things other girls her age were 
doing. Just a reminder.

"Gosh, what's that white stuff shooting out of your 
thingie? Can I touch it, Daddy?"

She jacked him off and hoped to drain him before he asked 
her to suck him dry. He was starting to look guilty so he'd 
be leaving soon. Thank god. She didn't think she could 
stand it much longer and she was relived when he started to 
put on his clothes.

He gave her another twenty. He was gone. She tried to 
forget.

"Okay little girl, get into the back of the car."

She wanted to run from the police, but she didn't think she 
could get away. There were two of them. If she ran and got 
caught, they would kick the shit out of her and then laugh 
at her battered and bruised body. If she didn't run they 
would take her back. She couldn't go back. She just 
couldn't.

"Please don't take me back. They're terrible. They'll kill 
me."

The patrol car pulled up behind the empty warehouse 
building. They knew all the places where they could be 
alone, alone with someone who might be willing to pay a 
different price for some indiscretion. The policemen liked 
doing this. There was nothing the women could do about it 
and they usually put out. The women were always afraid and 
they usually did whatever the police wanted.

"All right bitch, suck our cocks and we'll let you go."

The usual. Nothing to this. She dropped to her knees in 
front of the cop who was doing most of the talking. She'd 
start with him first and get it over with. She unzipped his 
uniform pants and pulled his partially erect dick out from 
its hiding place. He undid his pants and leaned back 
against the car while her mouth enveloped his swollen cock. 
She played with his balls and hoped she could get him off 
fast. He came in a 
hurry and now it was time for the other one. She thought he 
must like watching when he came almost as soon as he put 
his dick in her mouth.

"Take of your shorts, girl, and show us what the guys have 
been paying for baby."

They were going for seconds. She'd be here all day and 
maybe they'd decide to kick the shit out of her after they 
were done making her satisfy their needs. Well, she was 
already into it and decided it was too late to stop now. 
Maybe it was always too late to stop.

It didn't matter what she had to do. She wasn't going back. 
She had three years, four months and eight days to go until 
her 18th birthday. She would be free, but until then she 
had to hide and do what it took to make sure she never went 
back. She wasn't going back.

They made her take off her shorts and all the rest of her 
clothes. She was nude in the parking lot where they 
violated all the intimate parts of her body. 

"One eleven to one nine four, your location?" The car radio 
shocked everyone back to reality.

"Shit, they're looking for us. We better get our asses back 
into the streets."

She started putting her clothes on as the patrol car drove 
out of the parking lot. She had a long walk ahead of her.


The End 


Let me know what you think of my story . . .

JPenguin  <jpenguin@katie-mcnNOSPAM.com>


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