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From: "J Penguin" <jpenguin@ausi.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Street Scenes" by JPenguin (Mf, MMf, NC)
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 22:10:02 -0400
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Street Scenes

by JPenguin  <JPenguin@ausi.com>

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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 
cunny. 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



JPenguin@ausi.com



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