Laquetta on the Streets
by Neal


Chapter 3 - Girl's Night Out Interrupted


Saturday night was a busy one for the prostitutes on the corner.  Cars
with white men out alone or occasionally in pairs were stopping by
frequently, giving the girls quite a work out.

Laquetta was happy to see the black sedan pull up to the curb.  Dressed
in a low cut blouse, mini skirt, and thigh high boots, she walked
quickly to the car as the window rolled down.  It's him, she thought.

"Meet me in the alley," he said and rolled the window back up.

The black sedan pulled forward and turned into the alley.  Laquetta
hurried after it.  When she got there, he was already standing next to
the car.  She walked up to him.  He put his hands on her shoulders and
forced her down to her knees.  She could feel grit digging into her
flesh where her knees rested on the pavement.  He unzipped his fly and
took his cock out.

"You want me to suck your cock?" she asked, looking up at him.

Whap!  Whap!  "Shut up, bitch," he ordered.  "Just open your nigger
mouth.  I'm late for an engagement and I have to take a piss."

The big black girl opened her mouth, her face stinging from the slap,
tears rolling down her cheeks.  He held his cock in one hand and
stepped forward so that the head of it was between her lips.  Suddenly
the hot stream of urine hit the back of her throat.  She valiantly
suppressed her reflex to choke and swallowed it as fast as he was
relieving himself her mouth.  She knew without his saying so that he
expected her to not let any spill.

When he was finished, only a little piss was dripping off her chin
leaving wet spots on her black fake silk blouse.  She gagged the last
mouthful down and quickly inhaled to catch her breath.  Her eyes were
still watering and her face still stung but she leaned forward and
licked the tip of his dick off, finally kissing it, and looked up at
him.

"Ahhh..." he sighed.  "That's much better.  I'm impressed, nigger.
You swallowed it all.  You're a good toilet."

Laquetta felt a mixture of pride and humiliation at the same time.  He
had just used her in a most degrading manner, but still complimented
her.  Even if the compliment was on her prowess at performing the
function of a urinal, it was a compliment.  The first he'd ever paid
her.

"Thank you, sir," she said quietly, looking down at the ground.

"I guess you're a pay toilet, aren't you?" he asked with a hint of
disgust in his voice.  "Here's a little something for your trouble."

The jingle of coins hitting the pavement rang out.  The big negro girl
could see that he'd emptied his pocket of change to pay her for her
debasement.  She heard the car door shut and the engine start.  He
rolled down the window.

"Be here in a few hours, nigger," he ordered her.  "I'll have to go
again by then.  Turn all the tricks you want before then.  Don't wait
up for me."

With that he backed out and went off down the street.  With tears in
her eyes, Laquetta gathered up her payment.  Fifty four cents in
exchange for her total degradation.  Why was her pussy so wet, she
wondered.

She got up and brushed the grit off her knees and went back to the
corner.  Daisha watched as she approached, shaking her head.

"That was quick," she observed.  "That white man blow his load
already?  You doin' good, girl!"

Laquetta shook her head.

"No sale, huh?" the skinny girl asked.  Then she wrinkled her nose.
"Dayum, girl!  You smell like pee!  Goddamn!"

"Lemme have some o' yo' soda," asked Laquetta, wanting to get the taste
of urine out of her mouth.

Daisha handed the can over.  "You kin have the rest of it, you need
it!"

The big black whore had collected herself for a couple of minutes when
the next customer arrived.  While the van that pulled up was somewhat
out of place, the group of teenage girls inside certainly were.

The passenger window rolled down and a blonde haired girl leaned out
and called to the hookers hanging on the street.

"Hey," she said, "which of you whores wants to party with us?"

Feminine giggles could be heard from inside.

"How much you got, honey?" Daisha called back.  "We ain't runnin' a
day care center here."

"Forty bucks!" the blonde responded.  "We pooled our babysitting
money!"

More laughter escaped from the van.

"Shit," said the skinny black girl.  "I ain't gonna cross the street
for no forty dollars."

"What kind o' party you talkin' 'bout?" asked Laquetta, stepping up to
the van.

The big black girl looked inside the van.  In addition to the petite
blue eyed blonde girl in the passenger seat, a chubby brunette with
long straight hair was behind the wheel, looking nervous.  A
diminutive red head with green eyes along with another blonde, this
one with brown eyes, clearly much taller than the one sitting up
front, were in the back.

"A pussy party!" exclaimed the blonde.  "We want a girl to play with
us.  The boys think they should take charge and besides they don't
know shit about how we like it.  We figure a hooker'll do what we want
and know how to do it.  We don't have much money so we have to settle
for some nigger street whore."

Laquetta thought about all that young pussy and thought it would be easy
money.

"So, you want the money?" the blonde asked, waving two twenties in the
big negro girl's face.

"What the fuck," said Laquetta.  "Sure."

"Get in then," she said.

The side door slid open and the big girl climbed in.

"Oooh!" squealed the red head.  "She's a big one, Bethany!"

"Where's my money?" asked Laquetta.

"Here, you slut," said Bethany, the blonde in the front seat, as she
handed her the two twenties.

"Wow!  A real black hooker!" the other blonde girl spoke up.  "You're
first, Iris."

The red head reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off.

"I can't believe we're really doing this!" said Iris.  She turned to
Laquetta, spreading her legs and pulling her skirt up.  "Well, you've
got your money.  Eat my pussy!"

The black whore got to her knees and put her head between the red
headed girl's legs.  Laquetta noted she was a genuine red head.  Her
coochie was bare but she had a small patch of red hair just above the
top of her slit.  She started lapping the young teen's cunt with her
broad tongue.  The redhead opened her legs even wider to give the
colored girl better access to her pink pussy.

Laquetta kept licking, alternating between pushing her tongue in the
girl's hole and sucking gently on her clit.  The redhead bucked her
hips involuntarily in response to the black girl's attention.  She
closed her eyes and let her head fall back, moaning quietly as the
other girls looked on.

"Oh!" Iris's eyes opened as she felt her orgasm building.  "Ah!
Ahhh..."

The big black girl felt the redhead's pussy suddenly get wetter as she
came.  Laquetta leaned back onto her knees on the floor of the van in
front of where the redhead and tall blonde were sitting.

"Fuck!" cried the redhead.  "That was so fantastic!  I never felt it
like that!  Go eat Heather now, pussy licker"

"My turn!" said the tall blonde, quickly shedding her own panties and
eagerly spreading her legs wide.  "Do me now!"

Laquetta crawled towards Heather and put her head between her legs.  The
tall blonde actually had thick brown hair that covered her pink pussy.
She got right down to business licking the white girl's pussy.  The
black whore licked the length of her hairy slit and sucked on her
large pink pussy lips.  The tall blonde moaned with pleasure and
clutched the colored woman's head between her thighs, humping her
face.

The negress continued to work the white girl's pussy with her tongue
even though she was having difficulty catching her breath.  And the
air she did get was strongly tinged with with the tall blonde's scent.
Once the colored woman started sucking her clit, it didn't take long
for the blonde teen to cum.

"Mmmm..." she moaned.  "Oh, yes!  Eat me, nigger!  Eat me good!"

Laquetta again felt the familiar wetness as the tall blonde came in her
face.  She kept licking until her thighs relaxed and she could move
her head back.

"Yeah," said Heather.  "This nigger knows how to eat pussy, all right.
Must be a dyke or something."

"Move over, Heather" said the blue eyed girl in the front.  "I want to
try her out."

Laquetta was surprised to see Bethany climb into the back, naked from
the waist down.  She had a wisp of blonde hair on her pussy.  The big
black girl could smell this one's pussy even though the first two's
juices were already smeared all over her face.  She stepped over the
kneeling prostitute and sat between her friends and parted her legs.

"Ok, bitch," said the blonde, breathing heavily, "lick my cunt."

Laquetta immediately went to work on the blue eyed girl's coochie.  It
was pink and already swollen and wet with lust.  Her scent was very
strong, but not unpleasant in the least.  The big black girl could
feel her own pussy reacting to the sights and smells so she squeezed
her thighs together, which stimulated her clit nicely.

The colored whore lapped eagerly at the blonde girl's sopping wet
pussy, causing her to moan with delight.  She ran her tongue up and
down her slit, sucking her swollen pink pussy lips into her mouth.
This filled the black woman's mouth with the white girl's taste which
she just couldn't get enough of.  She stuck her tongue in the girl's
pussy hole and fucked her with it, the white girl squeezed her thighs
against her head, holding her face in her crotch.

Laquetta was trapped there, but didn't mind at all.  The white girl
moaned louder and humped the black woman's face vigorously.

"Oh, shit!" cried Bethany.  "Fuck!  Yeah!"

The negress squeezed her thighs harder and faster as she felt the
white girl cumming all over her face.  Unbeknownst to the blonde, the
black whore was cumming, too.  Laquetta moaned into the girl's pink
pussy, causing her to feel even more pleasure in the midst of her
orgasm.

Finally, the big black woman could feel the white girl relax, spent.
She could feel that her own panties were soaked.  She gave the girl a
wet kiss on her pussy lips and sat back onto her knees.  The blonde's
eyes were closed and she had a happy dumb look on her face.

"Fuck..." she sighed.  "That was incredible."  She opened her eyes and
looked at the kneeling prostitute.  "You sure know how to eat pussy,
nigger.  I don't think I ever came so hard."

"I'll say!" said the redhead.  "Damn, Bethany, I didn't know what a
screamer you were!"

Heather laughed.  The brunette in the driver's seat smiled and
blushed.

"Your turn, Becky," said Bethany.  "Time to get your pussy eaten by
this fat nigger whore."

"I'm not sure I can do it," said the brunette softly.

"Come on, Becky!" objected Iris.  "We all did it!  You'll like it,
really."

The chubby older teen got up and climbed over the console while the
other girls slid over to make room for her.  Bethany climbed back into
the front passenger seat.  Becky blushed and slipped her panties down
over her feet and off.

Laquetta looked up at her and smiled at her, the negro woman's face
glistening with the other white girls' juices.  The brunette opened
her legs and closed her eyes.  The black whore put her head up under
the girl's skirt.  This one was the hairiest of the lot.  Her pussy
was covered with thick brown hair.  The negress inhaled the white
teenager's scent.  It was also the strongest of the four girls, but
still clean and pleasant smelling, slightly spicy.

The girl clamped her thighs around Laquetta's head when she first
touched her tongue to her cunt.  The colored woman was undeterred and
began to lick at her hairy pink slit, running her tongue up the entire
length of it.  Becky had thick pussy lips that hung down and the black
whore gently sucked on them causing the girl to shudder and relax her
grip on the negress allowing her easier access.

Becky quickly relaxed and was soon lost in Laquetta's ministrations,
murmuring and moaning as the black girl flicked at her clit,
occasionally pushing her tongue into her pussy hole.  The white girl
began thrusting her hips which encouraged the big colored woman to
lick her harder and faster.  The taste of her pussy got stronger and
she pushed herself onto the negro's pink tongue.  The older woman
could tell she was getting close.

"Ohhh....  yes.  Ohhh... yes.  Ohhh... yeah..." the girl sighed as she
gushed into the black woman's face.  Laquetta could feel her tense up
and relax as the white girl came.  She licked up her cum and gave her
a kiss on her thick pink pussy lips and rocked back onto her heels,
looking up at the girl, who was positively glowing.

Just then they were all startled by flashing blue lights outside.  A
loud rapping noise on the driver's door window.  A thirtyish looking
white policeman with a flashlight was peering in.

Becky was instantly flustered and quickly climbed back into the front
seat and rolled down the window.

"License and registration, miss," said the cop, moving the flashlight
beam around to illuminate the other occupants.

Laquetta could feel her heart pounding.  She'd been arrested for
solicitation before and didn't want to go through that experience
again.  Becky fumbled with her purse and handed over the requested
documents.

"This is no place for you girls to be hanging out," the cop continued.
"What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I guess we got lost," stammered Becky.

Laquetta was suddenly in the cop's flashlight beam.

"Hmmm, somebody looks out of place here," observed the cop.  "You,
nigger, get out."

The big black girl opened the van door and stepped out.  Another white
cop waited there.  This second one was slightly younger than the
first.

"What have we here?" mused the second cop.  "Looks like a fat nigger
whore to me.  What are you doing corrupting these young girls?  Bad
enough street trash like you gotta be struttin' their stuff all over
the place down here, but tryin' to bring young girls like these down
to your level is more that we can stand for!  Turn around!  Hands up
against the vehicle."

Laquetta turned around and leaned up against the van.  The second cop
patted her down, groping her breasts and ass in the process.

The policeman took a pair of handcuffs off of his belt and slapped one
cuff on the negress's wrist.  He roughly took her other arm and
painfully applied the other cuff.  The big girl was then forced to her
knees there on the concrete sidewalk.  She looked up into the van, the
white girls were all looking back at her.  All their sexual lust was
gone, replaced by looks of pure innocence.

"All right," said the first cop.  "Get out of here.  If I catch you
even driving through this part of town again, I'll run the lot of you
in and your mommies and daddies will have to come bail you out.  Now
beat it!"

Heather pulled the van door closed and Becky started the motor.  The
girls were quickly out of site, leaving Laquetta alone, handcuffed on
her knees with the two cops.

The second cop pulled her to her feet while the first opened the back
door to the prowl car, shoving her inside.  She sat uncomfortably with
her hands painfully cuffed behind her back.

The two cops got in the front and the first one started the engine and
pulled out onto the street.  The second turned around and looked at
Laquetta.

"Damn, your reek of poontang," he said.  "What are you?  Some kind of
dyke?"

Laquetta wouldn't look at him.

"I bet you been busted before, ain't you, nigger?" he asked.

"Yeah, so what?" she replied, trying to sound hard.

"You better lose the 'tude, bitch," he replied.  "You could be in a
world of shit."

Laquetta said nothing, but started to feel scared.

"Of course, we don't have to take you in," continued the second cop,
leering at the captive prostitute.  "Maybe let you off with a warning.
An oral warning, know what I mean?"

The first cop laughed.  Laquetta was starting to get the idea of where
this was going.

"You want me to suck your dicks, right?" she asked, resigned to it.

"Say, you're not as dumb as you look!" laughed the second cop.  "Pull
over, Pete.  I think we got a live one here."

The first cop steered the squad car into an alley and stopped, put it
in park and shut off the motor.  He turned around to give Laquetta a
closer look.

"Damn, Jim!" Pete exclaimed.  "She's a big one!"

"Yeah, but she looks like a cocksucker to me," replied Jim.  "Ain't
that right, nigger?  You a cocksucker?"

"Can we just get on with it?" Laquetta asked impatiently.

Whap!  The second cop slapped her across the face hard enough to knock
her over on the back seat.

"Stupid cunt!" growled Jim.  "I told you to lose the fuckin' 'tude,
bitch!  You better act respectful or you gonna spend the night in a
fuckin' cage with the other street trash.  You got that?"

"I's sorry, sir," the big girl said softly, tears running down her
cheeks.

The two cops got out of the car.  Jim opened the back door and pulled
the big girl out and marched her around to the front of the squad car.
Once there he forced her down to her knees.  The grit on the pavement
dug into her bare skin.  Her arms ached and her wrists hurt from the
hand cuffs which kept her tightly secured.

"Kin you take the cuffs off me?" she asked.  "They be hurtin' me."

Whap!  Whap!  The slaps came hard and fast.  Laquetta fell over onto the
asphalt, the side of her face on fire and her ear ringing.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." said Jim as he unzipped his pants.  "The
cuffs stay on.  Stop whining and get ready to suck my dick.  Pick the
cunt up, Pete."

The first cop reached down and pulled the big black girl back up onto
her knees.  Her face was level with the second cop's rigid white cock.
Obviously he enjoyed slapping whores like her around, she thought.

"Now suck it, nigger," he ordered.  "If I feel teeth, I'll knock 'em
out."

Tears streaming down her face, Laquetta opened her mouth and took the
cop's dick into her mouth.  She sucked hard and bobbed her head
rapidly in an effort to get him off quickly.  She could tell he was
already very aroused and needed no warming up.

"That's it!" he said, grinning.  "I knew you were a cocksucker, you
fat whore."  He turned to the first cop.  "She knows how to suck a
dick, Pete.  You're in for a treat."  He turned back to the kneeling
colored woman.  "Don't slow down, nigger!  I'll pop you again!"

Laquetta continued to bob her head over Jim's erection.  She felt his
hand grasp a handful of her hair on the back of her head and forced
his dick further into her mouth.  The head of his cock was hitting the
back of her throat as the white cop fucked the black whore's face.
She started to gag and gasped for breath.  She wasn't sucking anymore,
but the cop didn't notice, oblivious to her struggles.  He was totally
lost in the sensation of masturbating in the negress's soft warm wet
mouth.

"Ah!  Fuck!" Jim exclaimed at last.  "Take it, bitch!  Take it all!"

He thrust his cock into Laquetta's face so far that his balls were
pressed up against her chin.  She felt the jets of semen hit her
throat as he ejaculated in her mouth.  She coughed and sputtered but
he held her head tightly against his crotch.

After what seemed like several long minutes to her, the second cop
relaxed and released her.  The big black girl gasped for breath,
drooling long strands of semen and spittle from her lips and down her
blouse.

"Yeah, Pete," said Jim with satisfaction, "she may be a fat nigger,
but, damn, she sucks a mean dick."

"I told you before, buddy," replied the first cop, "don't overlook the
fat hookers.  They gotta have skills to stay in business.  I've
learned *some* things after twelve years on this beat."

Pete looked at Laquetta's kneeling form, chest still heaving, face wet.

"Jesus, Jim!" he exclaimed disgustedly.  "At least clean the whore up
a little when you're done with her!  Have some consideration for the
next guy!  I've gotta put my dick in there!"

"Big fuckin' baby," grumbled the second cop.

Jim reached down and yanked on the black girl's blouse popping a few
buttons, leaving her breasts naked to the night air.  He used her
shirt tail to wipe the spittle and semen off her face.  Tears
continued to roll down her cheeks.

"Better?" he asked his partner as he checked out Laquetta's assets.
"Fuck!  She's got some big honkin' jugs, huh?"

"Yeah, most of these niggers have big udders," replied Pete.  "Another
good quality they got.  Like their fat asses.  Big black fuckin' cows.
Just what I like to stick my dick into."

The first cop unzipped his fly and took his flaccid dick out.

"Time to suck your daddy, girl," he told the fat black whore.  "Suck
it good."

Still sniveling, Laquetta took the cop's soft cock between her lips and
began to suck on it.  She could feel it grow inside her mouth.  Once
his dick was hard enough, she began to bob her head slowly up and down
on it.  She looked up at the white cop's face to see him looking back
down at her.  This one wasn't so rough with her, which was good, she
thought, because her throat still hurt and her jaw still ached from
the brutal use she'd received from the other policeman.

Pete was content to let Laquetta do all the work.  He just stood there,
looking down at the hapless negro woman as she worked his cock in her
mouth.  Looking up all the while for a sign of his approval.

After a time she could feel his dick twitching and she knew he was
getting close.  Just as she felt him about to cum he pulled out and
ejaculated on her face.  He hit her with four or five strong spurts,
leaving her face and hair covered in semen.  It slowly dripped onto
her naked breasts off her chin.

"Ahhh...", he sighed, looking down at her messy wet face.  "Now that's
satisfying.  Was it good for you, too, nigger?" he asked mockingly.

Laquetta just nodded, shamed and used.

Pete zipped up and turned to his partner.  "Let's roll, bud."

"Just let me get my cuffs," Jim said.

He stepped behind Laquetta, who expected to be helped to her feet.
Instead the cop pushed her over onto her face and roughly removed the
handcuffs, leaving the negro woman lying sprawled in the alley.

"You're just mean," laughed Pete.

"She ain't no lady," Jim responded.  "She'll just have to take it and
like it."

The two cops opened the front doors of the patrol car.

"Now I know you know better than say anything about this, whore,"
warned Jim.  "You could be in a cage right now if you weren't such a
good cocksucker."

"I won't say nothin'," replied Laquetta.  She rolled over and sat up,
her face still dripping the first cop's cum.

"See that you don't," said Pete.  "See ya later."

The two officers laughed and got in their car.  The motor roared to
life and it backed out of the alley, the headlights brightly
illuminating the used black whore.  Her face glistening with sticky
white fluid.  Her large saggy breasts hanging out, exposed and
splattered with semen.

Laquetta wiped off her face and tried to button her blouse back up.
Several buttons were missing, making it impossible to cover her
breasts without holding the blouse closed with one hand.  Her makeup
was smeared and she was covered in grit from the alley.  She realized
she'd need to change before she could return to the street corner and
continue plying her trade.  She knew she'd have to walk home to do it.
Might as well get started, she thought.  It was a long way home.

The big colored girl had gotten a couple of blocks when a black sedan
passed her and pulled to the curb.  As she walked by it, the passenger
side window rolled down.  She glanced in and saw it was him.  She was
relieved and mortified at the same time.  Relieved to see a somewhat
familiar face, mortified to be seen in such a state.  She stopped
walking and turned to face the open window.

"I got a hard on for a fat nigger whore like you," he said, "but you
look like shit, girl.  Don't know if I can fuck that."

Laquetta fought back the tears she felt starting again.

"I's sorry to look so poorly for you, sir," she explained haltingly.
"I had a rough night."

"Hmmm," he pondered.  "Anybody use that coochie yet tonight?"

"No, sir."  Her face flushed hot with shame at his directness.  "It
ain't been used tonight."

He thought for a moment, eyeing her.

"Alright, get in," he said at last.

Laquetta opened the car door and climbed in.

"You better brush off the upholstery when you get out," he said.
"You're all dirty.  You can let go of that shirt, by the way.  I won't
be offended if your tits hang out."

The big girl released her grip on her blouse, which hung open
revealing her massive breasts.  She could feel his eyes on her.

"Messed up as you are," he observed, slowly looking her over, "you
still look good enough to fuck."

"Thank you, sir," she replied, not knowing what else to say.

After a few blocks he pulled the car into a deserted parking lot.

"I can't wait any longer," he said.  "Out here."

Laquetta opened the door and got out.  She remembered to brush the grit
she'd left on the seat off.

She found him waiting standing next to the back of the car.

"Where do you want to go to do it?" she asked.

"Go?" he replied, his tone sounding as if it were obvious.  "Why,
right here, of course!  Bend over the trunk.  I've got to bust a nut
in you *now*."

The big black girl looked around to see if anyone was watching.

"What are you looking for?" he said sternly.  "Don't tell me you're
modest!  Bend over now, bitch!"

Laquetta did as instructed and bent over, resting her body on the trunk
of his car.  The metal was smooth and cold.  She felt him lift her
skirt up over her ass and pull her panties down.  She heard his fly
unzip and his hard cock was pressing against her almost immediately.
He entered her with one firm thrust.  The black girl gasped at the
suddenness of it..

"You're soaking, you slut," he said to her.  "I don't know what
happened to you earlier, but you must have loved it!"

Laquetta flushed again at the notion that he'd think she'd be aroused by
the brutal treatment she'd received from the two white cops.  The
white man continued to pound himself into her pussy.  He fucked her
hard and fast, for his pleasure and obviously not hers.  It didn't
take long before she felt him tense up and push himself deeply into
her.

"Uh... Uh... Ahhh...." he sighed.

The big colored girl felt his semen flood inside her as he ejaculated
into her vagina.  He stood there for a minute, his cock slowly
softening inside her.  Finally he stepped back.

Laquetta turned towards him, bent over, and pulled up her panties.  She
looked up as she began to straighten backup and saw his wet dick
hanging there.  She knew what she was supposed to do now.

"Kin I clean yo' cock off, sir?" she asked.

"Yes, nigger," he replied.  "Do it."

The black whore got on her knees and began licking and sucking the
white man's dick.  She could taste her own juices mixed with his
semen.  She wanted to do a thorough job and please him.  She looked
up, his cock in her mouth, to make sure he was satisfied with her
service.  His expression was hard to read, so she let him slip out
from between her lips and kissed the tip of his cock.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled bill and dropped
it on the ground in front of her.  She picked it up without looking at
it.

"That's for the use of your pussy," he said.

"Thank you, sir," she said quietly.

He fumbled around in his pocket some more and pulled out some change,
letting it fall jangling to the ground.

"Open back up," he ordered.  "I'm not through with you yet."

Reluctantly Laquetta opened her mouth again, very aware of what he was
going to use it for this time.  She wrapped her lips around his
flaccid dick and waited for the inevitable.  A few seconds later she
felt the gush of hot liquid as he emptied his bladder down her throat.
She swallowed as best she could and managed to keep up with the flow.
Thus relieved, he stepped back.  She leaned forward and licked off the
tip of his cock.

"Good, nigger," he said, zipping up.  "Keep the change."

With that, he got back into his car and drove off, leaving the big
girl coughing as she kneeled, there, alone in the empty parking lot.
She gathered the change up and stood, brushing herself off.  The money
was a fifty dollar bill.  The change was thirty seven cents.  That,
along with the forty from the girls and her freedom from the police
was the price of her dignity that night.  It had gone for less in the
past.  Much less, she thought.

He'd left her a few blocks closer to home.  Maybe she'd just call it a
night, she thought as she walked along, holding her blouse closed over
her bare breasts.  It had been a rough night.


  
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