	My time with Alan was too good to be true.  He was the caring parent I’d always dreamed of having.  He was there to console me when I hurt and to congratulate me when I succeeded.
	He was a caring lover, showing me how to please him and letting him please me the ways that I wanted. It was the happiest time of my life.  
	I should have known it was too good to last.
	A month into summer break the police came to Alan’s.  Someone had seen us out together and got suspicious about our relationship.  They called the police and everything wonderful in my life came crashing down.
	Even though I denied ever sleeping with him, the police found my clothes in his bedroom.  They found the used condoms in the trashcan in the bathroom.  They took him away to jail and me back to my mother’s house.
	I would only see him one more time and that was at his trial. I kept denying that anything had happened between us, trying my best to protect him the way he had protected me, but I failed.
	Being back at my mother’s was a new kind of hell for me.  In the time I’d been away, my mother had found a new boyfriend to move in and be useless.  
	Larry didn’t have a job, he didn’t have a car and he seemed to have an allergy to taking showers.  He was the perfect man for my mother.
	The first two weeks, Larry wasn’t too bad. He was a dick to my mom but, at this point, I could have cared less.  My opinion of him would change real fast though.
	I was sitting on the sofa, reading my book one night towards the end of summer.  My mother had gone over to Paulie’s and Larry and I both knew she’d be gone for a while.  He knew what she’d do for Paulie to get anything for free and he didn’t care, as long as he got his cut of it.
	Larry came over and flopped on the sofa next to me and asked, “Whatcha reading?”
	“Animal Farm,” I said.  It was actually one of Alan’s books.  I’d lied to the police and said it was mine.  It was one of the few mementos for our time together and there was no way I was letting it go.
	“What’s it about?” He asked, scooting closer to me.  His bare knee bumped up against mine and stayed there.  I was a little uncomfortable but decided to ignore my discomfort since he was showing an interest in me.
	“Animals rise up against their owner and kick him out to make their own perfect society,” I told him.
	He stared at me blankly.  Reading was not one of Larry’s hobbies.  In fact, I’m pretty sure if the book didn’t have small words and big letters it would be beyond Larry’s grasp.
	“Is it any good?” He asked, reaching out and began to play with my hair as he pressed up against my side.
	I scooted away from him and said, “Yeah, it’s good.”
	He scooted right back up against me and said, “So you like to read. What else do you like to do for fun?”
	I looked at his leering face, just inches from mine.  He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days and his face was covered in bristly blond hair.  The whites of his blue eyes were almost red and I was pretty sure he had a stash he kept secret from my mother and used when she was gone.  His short, curly blond hair had a greasy, unwashed look to it that made me sick to look at.
	And then there was the smell of him.  I was sure it had been a couple of days since he’d actually taken a shower and, with this being a hotter than usual summer and my mother not wanting to use the air conditioner, he reeked.
	I leapt up off of the sofa and snapped, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
	“What?” He asked.
	“You’re touching me and being all gross and shit,” I said.
	He shrugged and said, “I’m just trying to get to know you is all.”
	“Bullshit,” I said.  “Don’t you ever touch me again.”
	“Or what? You’ll tell your mom?” He asked with a laugh.
	I gave him a glare before stomping off to my room. I stormed in and slammed the door behind me.  I couldn’t believe he was fucking my mother and trying to put the moves on me.  He was so disgusting to me.
	He was right about one thing though.  If he tried something and I told my mother, I was pretty sure I knew who’s side she’d take.  The problem was he knew who’s side she’d take too.
	He backed off for a week or so but started right back up again just after school started.  I was getting out of the shower one morning and had finished drying off when I noticed the bathroom door was open a crack.  I walked over and yanked it open but didn’t see anyone.  I wondered if maybe I just hadn’t closed it all the way.  The next morning, I made damn sure it was closed and, sure enough, when I got out, it was open again.
	The son of a bitch was peeking in when I was in the shower.  Naturally, our cheap ass place didn’t have a licking bathroom door so there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it.
	A couple of days later, he stopped peeking and just opened the door to watch me.  I yelled at him to go away and, finally, my mom came to see what was going on.
	“I needed to take a piss,” he told her.  “I can’t help it if she’s gotta take hour long showers. She needs to share the damn bathroom. Or would you rather I piss in the hall or something?”
	“Honey, can you just take quicker showers?” My mother asked me.  “Larry’s right, you take too long in there and all the water you waste costs money that we don’t have.”
	“Whatever,” I snapped.
	The next week, I took the quickest showers I could. Diving in and rinsing off before Larry showed up at the door.  At night, when the two of them would take off and go wherever they went, I’d take longer showers and use up every last drop of hot water I could.
	Everything came to a head when my mother wound up passing out at Paulie’s one night and not coming home.  I got up, like every school day, and hurried into the bathroom for my quick shower.  I was just about done when Larry barged into the bathroom.
	I yanked open the shower door and jumped out, grabbing for the towel.  He was quicker and got it off of the towel rack before me. He tossed it out into the hall and just stared at me.
	I tried to cover up and yelled, “Get the fuck out of here!”
	He shook his head, his eyes wandering up and down my bare skin.  “No way, baby. I ain’t gonna miss a chance like this.”
	“I’ll start yelling and wake up my mom,” I told him.
	He laughed and said, “Your mom’s not home, girl.  She’s over at Paulies and we’re all alone.”
	It felt like my heart stopped when the words were out of his mouth.  I froze for a second and, in that second, he grabbed me and pulled me to the floor.  I fought and screamed and he pressed his weight down on top of me.  He grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple hard, making me scream.
	He ground himself against me and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my pussy with only his sweatpants between us.
	He lowered his head and sloppily kissed me. I bit his tongue as he tried to shove it in my mouth. He cried out and let me go for a second.  For the briefest moment I thought he was going to stop and let me go. Wrong again.
	He slapped me hard. My head rocked back and hit the floor and everything went blurry for a moment.  In that moment, he pulled his sweatpants down and pressed his cock against me.  I felt the hardness against my pussy and I tried to wiggle away.  All that did was excite him more.
	He rubbed his cock against my thigh and up onto my stomach as we struggled.  He was grinding it hard against my stomach when he let out a long moan.  I felt the heat and wetness of his cum as he orgasmed against me.
	His body shuddered a few times and then he collapsed on top of me.  He lay there, pinning me with his sheer bulk for a few minutes.  
	After an eternity under him, he got up off of me.  He stood over me and shook his shriveling dick at me. A few drops of cum splattered against my face and arms.
	I glared up at him, fighting the tears, not wanting to show him any weakness.  He stared down at me for a minute and then said, “You better get cleaned up and go to school.  You wouldn’t want to be late.”
	He turned and left the bathroom, leaving me to pull myself up and get back in the shower.  I let the hot water run over me, cleaning off his cum and hiding my tears.

*****

	School was a nightmare. I couldn’t focus at all. Every few minutes my mind wandered back to this morning and Larry’s attack.  I knew it could have been worse. He hadn’t gotten his cock inside me. This time. I knew there would be a next time though; unless I could do something about it.
	I couldn’t go to the cops. They’d call me a liar since I had lied to them about me and Alan. They’d still convicted him but, without my testimony, they hadn’t gotten the sentence they wanted.
	Going to my mother was a joke.  It wasn’t until school was almost out that it hit me.  There was one person who might help me.  
	If I was willing to pay his price.
	After the last bell hand rung, I ran through the halls to find my friend Jenny.  She lived close to where I needed to go and her mom was happy to drop me off.  I had them drop me off a block from my goal and I waited until they were out of sight before walking the final distance.
	I got to the bottom of the stairs and slowly made my way up them.  Each step felt like another weight added to my shoulders. By the time I reached the door my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest.
	I knocked and waited. Paulie opened the door and his jaw dropped at the sight of me on his doorstep.
	“Lizzi!” He said.  “This is quite the surprise.  What are you doing here?”
	“I need to talk,” I said.
	“Come in,” he said, stepping out of the way.
	I walked in and looked around.  His apartment hadn’t changed since the last time I’d been here.  The only difference was, this time, he had five people sitting around watching TV.
	“Is you mom with you?” He asked, closing the door and already knowing the answer.
	“No,” I said. 
	“Ah,” he said. “What did you want to talk about?”
	“Can we do it somewhere more private?” I asked him quietly.
	He nodded and turned to one of the guys watching TV. “You guys don’t bug me for a while. Me and Lizzi have some catching up to do.”
	A couple of the guys giggled and one gave me a wink.  The lone woman with the group gave me a glare and the turned back to the TV.
	I followed Paulie into his room.  He shut the door behind us and walked over to the bed.  He sat on the edge and patted the bed next to him.  I walked over and sat next to him, my eyes on the floor.
	“What’s buggin’ you, girl?” He asked.  
	I opened my mouth to speak but nothing would come out. Was I really here again? Was I really going to sell myself to him again?
	He reached over and took my hand in his.
	“Lizzi, look at me,” he said.
	I turned my head and managed to face him.  I could see the hunger and the calculation in his eyes. He knew I wanted something and he knew he’d make me pay for it but there was just a hint of compassion too.  That little ounce of compassion broke me and tears began to pour down my face.
	He pulled me into his arms and held me while I cried.  He wasn’t Alan, I knew that but, if I tried really hard, I could imagine his arms were Alan’s and that I was safe and free.
	When the tears, and the daydream of Alan, faded, I wiped my eyes and look at him.  Paulie sat watching me, waiting for me to tell him what I wanted.
	I took a deep breath and told him about Larry. I told him about this morning and I could see his eyes narrow slightly. He was mad which was good, the angrier he was the more chance I had of getting what I wanted.
	When I finished, he watched more for a minute before he asked, “Okay, what do want?”
	“I want him gone,” I told him.  “I want him to go away and never come back.”
	“You want me to kill him?” He asked.
	“No!” I shouted.  “Just make him go away. I don’t know.  Scare him or something. Make him think you’re going to kill him and then let him go.”
	Paulie thought about it for a second.  “You know, Larry’s one of my clients, right?”
	“I figured,” I said.  “Maybe you could threaten to cut him off, like you have with my mom. Make him think you won’t give him any more stuff unless he does what you say.”
	Paulie nodded.  “I can do that. But if I do that for you, what are you going to do for me?”
	Here it was, the moment of truth.  What was he going to ask me to do?  Would I be able to do it?  I thought about it and knew there was no choice.  Either I did what he wanted or I went home and risked being raped.
	I met his eyes and asked, “What do you want me to do?”
	He smiled at me and moved closer.  He ran his fingers against the side of my face and said, “If you do everything I want you to do, I’ll make sure Larry never bothers you or your mom again but you have to do everything I want.  Can you do that?”
	My eyes never left his and I never hesitated.  “Yes.”
	He leaned closer and his lips touched mine.  Our lips parted and his tongue slid into my mouth.  I could taste the cigarette he’d been smoking before I got there and I wanted to gag but I didn’t. He had to enjoy this and I had to as well or I’d never be rid of Larry.
	He broke the kiss and stood up.  He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down.  I could see his hard cock tenting out his boxers and knew what he wanted before he pointed at the floor in front of him.
	I slid off of the bed and got on my knees in front of him.  He stood over my, his hands on his hips, waiting for me to make the next move.
	I reached up and pulled his boxers down, exposing the hard length of his cock.  I took his cock in my hand and slowly stroked up and down its length.  I leaned forward and kissed the base of his shaft.  I licked and kissed my way up his cock.  When I reached the head< I slowly took him into my mouth.
	Paulie groaned loudly and asked, “You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?  Damn, girl, whoever’s been teaching you I need to send him a fucking thank you card.”
	Thoughts of Alan ran through my head and all I wanted to do was bite down on Paulie’s cock.  Alan had taught me so many things and I hated myself for using what he taught me on Paulie but I didn’t have any choice.
	Pushing the memories of Alan out of my head, I sucked on the head of Paulie’s cock while I stroked him up and down.  I was moving faster, hoping to hit the right rhythm and get him off quickly but he wasn’t about to let me do that.
	He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.  His cock slipped from my mouth and he forced me to look up at him.
	“It’s not gonna be that quick, babe,” he said.  “If you want me to do something for you, you better be damn ready to work for it.”
	I glared up at him and said, “I’m ready. What do you want?”
	“Get naked.”
	I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt.  I did it slowly, making sure his eyes were on me the whole time. I wanted him to be entertained, didn’t I?
	When I reached the last button, I shrugged my shoulders and let the shirt slip off of me.  I gave him a moment to stare at my bra clad chest before I reached down to unbutton my pants.  
	I slid my pants down and turned away from him, bending over just a little to let him see the round globes of my ass under my white panties.
	I started to stand up straight when I felt him press himself against me from behind.  His cock rubbed against my ass and his hands cupped my breasts. He leaned down and kissed my neck and shoulders.  I pressed back against him, grinding my ass against his hard cock.  
	The feelings of being dirty were slipping from my thoughts as my desire quickly drowned them out.
	His hands moved from my breasts to the clasp off my bra.  He quickly unsnapped it and yanked it away from me so he could touch the tender flesh of my breasts.  His hands slid along my breasts, making me moan and grind harder against him.  He teased my nipples with his fingers, rubbing them, brushing them, pinching them and making my need for him overwhelming.
	He pulled away from me and I turned around to watch him yank off his shirt.  I looked at his face and saw the unbridled lust and it only made me wetter.
	I slipped off my panties and had just gotten them off when he turned me around and pushed me back onto the bed.
	I slid back and he climbed onto the bed and got between my spread legs.  There was no slowness or tenderness to his actions. He wanted something and he was going to take it.  He pressed his cock against my wet pussy. With one hard thrust he was inside me.  I cried out in pain as he pulled out and rammed himself back into me.  He covered my mouth with his hand as he shoved his cock deep inside my pussy.
	The pain slowly faded and some of the pleasure and need returned. I bucked against him, feeling the length of his hard cock, loving the tingles of pleasure that ran through my body with each thrust.
	He pulled his hand off of my mouth and leaned forward to mash his mouth against mine. I kissed him back just as greedily as he kissed me.  Our tongues fought and our moans mingled as we kissed.
	He suddenly pulled out of me and said, “Get on your hands and knees.”
	I turned over, onto my hands and knees, my legs spread and my face near the top of his bed.  I felt him keel behind me.  He pressed his cock against my pussy and, with a harsh thrust, shoved himself into me.
	I pressed my face down into his pillows and screamed as he grabbed my hips and began pounding his cock into me.  He spanked my ass hard as he fucked me and said, “You’re a bad girl, Lizzi.  You are little fucking slut that’ll do anything for my cock, won’t you?”
	When I didn’t answer he slapped my ass harder and said, “Say it!”
	“Yes, Paulie,” I gasped.  “I love your fucking cock and what you do to me.  I want more!”
	He grabbed my hips and pounded his cock into me, faster and harder than ever. He reached forward and grabbed my hair, yanking my face up from the pillows.  He pulled my hair painfully while he thrust himself into me.
	His breathing became shallow and harsh and I knew that he was, thankfully, close.  With a couple of hard thrust, I felt his cock spasm inside of me.  He shoved himself deep into me and let out a long moan as he came.  I could feel each pulse of his cock as he came in my tight pussy.
	With one final throb, he slid his cock out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me.  I fell onto my stomach and looked over at him. 
	He lay beside me, his eyes closed and a smile of satisfaction on his lips.  I lay next to him, watching and waiting.
	After a few minutes his eyes cracked open and he looked at me.  The smile on his lips never touched his eyes.
	“You kept your end of the deal,” he said, his breath still short from his exertion.  “I’ll keep mine.  You sleep in my other room tonight and, when you get home from school tomorrow, Larry’ll be long gone.”
	“Thank you,” I said.
	He stared at me for a second before laughing.  “Don’t thank me, girl.  We had a deal is all.  It’s not like I’m doing out of the kindness of my heart.  The kindness of my cock maybe.”
	I glared at his back as he stood up to put his clothes back on.  When he was dressed, he turned and said, “Get cleaned up and then go in the other room. I have customers coming over and I don’t want them to see you.  They might get the wrong idea.”
	I did as he said and spent a long, sleepless night at Paulie’s.  In the morning, one of his less suzzy looking clients took me to school.  
	The day seemed to take forever to get over with and, when it finally was and I was home, I wasn’t sure if the day had been long enough.
	I walked into find my mother on the sofa crying her eyes out. 
	“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, still near the door, ready to bolt if Larry was still hanging around.
	“Larry left me,” my mother bawled.  “He said he’s been seeing some other bitch and that I’m a used up old whore. Why? Why did he do that to me?”
	I wanted to tell her it was because she was a used up old whore but I didn’t.  All that mattered to me was that Paulie had kept his word and Larry was gone.  Maybe I’d have some peace in my life, if just for a little while.
