Horns honked, lights reflected off chrome and glass as they passed. Far
away a siren wailed, announcing to the world that another accident had
taken place, perhaps another life ended. People walked the dirty
streets kicking cans and bottle out of their path. Paper blew into the
gutters by a cool fall breeze adding it's bulk to the trash already
collected there.
The streets and sidewalks were filled with people looking for a little
action. In a mundane life where every day was the same, any action was
better than no action. The old Centurion theater showed the latest in a
three month old movie. Blow was advertised in huge letters. Blow was
another name for cocaine, which was one of the few drugs which had no
place here. Cocaine was for the very rich. This was not a rich part of
town and hadn't been since the early 1920's. Prostitutes plied their
trade on the corners, or in front of the adult book stores. The letters
S - E - X, flashed on assorted signs for as far as the eye could see.
Pimps strutted up and down the sidewalks, looking for clients, or
watching out for cops. There were few cops in this area, and those who
did show drove through quickly without stopping. A cop would be crazy
to be seen in that part of town. A cop had a gun for protection. The
citizens of this part of town had many. No cop would be crazy enough to
mix with the scum of the Earth. No cop... except one. Sarah Jane
Haines, a two year veteran who specialized in prostitutes and
prostitution, the least favorite part of police work.
Sarah Jane herself would have made a fantastic prostitute. She had the
looks to match even this highest of high paid call girls. The passing
lights reflected off her creamy complexion. Her blonde hair gleamed in
the twilight. Her beautiful face showed some concern at the moment. She
licked her dark red lips as she watched the object of her attention. A
cute, short-haired prostitute, something of an air-headed, perhaps, but
a strikingly beautiful brunette who now danced and laughed across the
street in a fake fur coat and fishnet stockings. She hung out with her
partner, a light complected black girl with beads in her hair. Sarah
Jane had kept these subjects under surveillance for many hours. She was
not there to bust them, she wanted something else. But it must be at
just the right moment. Now was that moment.
"Dispatch, this is 12 Alpha 6, breaking off, actor has identified this
unit as UC," Sarah lied. She was breaking off surveillance, but she had
not been spotted by the prostitute. She simply didn't want to be seen
with the girl while on duty.
"Roger, 12 Alpha 6. Go EOW."
"Affirmative, I will be EOW at my home 20," Sarah lied again. She had
no intention of going home. Sarah had a small idiosyncracy. Some people
might call it a character flaw or perversion. Some may even call it
sick. Whatever they call it, it was as real to Sarah as compulsive
anxiety disorder or nymphomania. Sarah stepped out of her unmarked car,
slid the baton into the belt loop, and put on her blue hat. She stepped
out into the street so she could be seen by the prostitutes. They grew
alert, about to run, but Sarah stopped the brunette by crooking her
finger.
"What!" the girl yelled while still half way across the street. She
side-stepped a taxi and approached Sarah. A black man in a real fur
coat hurried across the road to intercept them.
"Is that your pimp?" Sarah demanded.
"Yeah."
"Tell him to go away, or I will shoot him in the knee caps.
"Go, Joey, it's all right," the girl said in her nasal voice. "So what do you want, cop? You here to roust me?"
"No, I'm here to hire you."
"Really? Is that uniform for real?"
"It's real, but I'm off duty."
"Oh. Ok," the girl said happily.
"Joey, I'll be ok," she screamed in annoyance at the young man, still hovering on the sidewalk. "She's a customer."
Joey looked skeptical, then dismissed them both with a disgusted wave of his hands.
"Are you really a customer? I've never done a girl before," she said with a smile.
"Any objections?"
"No, that's fine with me, as long as I get paid."
"You will, but this is something special. It's not quite what you think it is."
"Yeah. Well what?" she asked, suddenly interested.
"It's hard to explain. The first part is just fuck a guy, but not any guy, a clean guy, nice looking, no tracks."
"Down here?"
"I know," Sarah smiled, "that's a tall order, but I'm sure there is one such guy here somewhere."
"If he is, he's probably gay."
"Let's hope not. If it's impossible we can go somewhere else."
"Hey, the IGA closes soon. It's full of delicious young boys who will be going home to mommy."
"Perfect, absolutely perfect," Sarah gasped. "When?"
"In 23 minutes," the girl looked at her watch. "Hey, I've tried before
and they won't spend a dollar on a whore. Believe me, I really did try.
I think their mommies count their money when they get home."
"Did you try giving it away?"
"Hell no, Joey would kill me," she snorted.
"Well I'm buying. You fuck the first good looking young man you see, and I'll pay for it."
"Yeah, I can do that," she said with more confidence.
"Should we move?"
"Yeah, there's an alley beside the store..."
Sarah stood at the back of the alley. The bulk of a dumpster hid her
from sight. It was dark in the alley, but it was a blind alley with
only one way in and out. Sarah wasn't worried about an attack. She
watched Julie plying her trade. She really was very good at it, her
body alone gained the attention of every man who walked out of the
store. It was only a matter of time before she talked one young man
into fucking her.
"I'm Julie," her voice echoed down the dark alley to Sarah. "Bradley",
the young man said nervously. He looked around the dark alley. For a
moment he stared directly at Sarah, but he couldn't see her. Still, it
made her nervous. The car door slammed and the car began to move back
and forth, as they disrobed and made themselves more comfortable. For a
moment the car steadied, then the familiar rhythmic squeak of the
springs let Sarah know that it was safe to approach the car. She snuck
forward one foot at a time, until she could see movement in the front
passenger seat. She moved slightly closer and found Julie in the seat,
naked with her feet up on the dash, while Bradley pounded away at her
pussy from where he knelt in front of her. Julie seemed to be enjoying
herself, but you never could tell with a whore. They could be great
actors, if they cared enough to fake it.
Julie left her
coat in the car. There were times when looking like a whore was
beneficial. Otherwise a man may be afraid to ask if she was a whore or
not. You couldn't sell much pussy if you looked like a high school girl
who would yell for the police.
There were other times, like now, when looking like a whore was bad.
She wanted to attract one of the delicious young men who wouldn't buy a
whore if their life depended on it. It was a macho thing. Some men when
through life without ever having fucked a whore, the pathetic bastards.
They would rather jack off instead of sinking their stiff manhood into
the soft, wet lips of a beautiful young woman's pussy. What was the
matter with those losers? You only live once, you want to grow old and
senile and remember all the good times when you spurted your cum into a
toilet? There was something wrong with that.
Julie suddenly spotted her man. An 18 year old coming out of the store,
with a jacket thrown over his left shoulder. He really needed a good
fuck, in Julie's opinion.
"Hey kid, you want a little action?" she asked with a friendly smile.
"Fuck off," he said in disdain.
"I'll kick your fucking ass, you little weasel," she glared as he
hurried away. Another young man pushed through the glass doors. He was
followed by a customer. Julie let him pass without speaking. The
customer, an old woman, was giving her the eye as she pushed a cart of
groceries to her car. Julie could wait.
The third teen looked promising. He had blonde hair, a perfect
complexion, and the muscles of a football player. He looked buff.
"Are you Tommy?" she asked, pretending to be embarrassed.
"No. Can I help you?"
"I'm supposed to be Tommy's birthday present. I'm all paid for, but I'm
afraid I've come to the wrong store. I hate to go home without fucking
somebody.
The young man swallowed quickly. His eyes bulged out as he looked her
over from head to toe. She was beautiful, of course. That's why Sarah
had picked her.
"I... I could be Tommy," he said with a shrug.
"Could you?" Julie said hopefully. I have a car back here, it's not a
palace, but it's better than screwing in the alley," she said, leading
the boy back to Sarah's car.
"I'm Julie," Julie said, extending her hand.
"Bradley," he said nervously, taking her hand and holding it until they
entered the car. Bradley locked all the doors before they started.
Julie had to admit that she felt better with the doors locked, but what
would Sarah say? Hell, she didn't even know what Sarah wanted, which
excited her a little. She was also excited about the prospect of doing
Sarah. She had always wanted to experiment with other women, but had
never had the chance until now. There was little that could excite her
and any excitement in her life was welcome. Sex for her was as exciting
as taking a shit, and gave her the same amount of pleasure. It was just
another bodily function to a street walker. But mystery and excitement,
those were sexy.
"You are a very big boy," Julie said as she released the passenger seat
button and leaned back. This gave her a little more room.
"You are beautiful," the boy said in wonder.
"Hey, that's what I get paid for. You don't get paid for being ugly."
"Yeah," he laughed, while taking off his shirt. He paused when he saw
Julie sliding down her skirt. As she sat white and naked in the half
darkness, he leaned down and ran his hands over her smooth legs and
soft stockings. The white lace of her stocking tops fell a foot short
of reaching her pussy. The vast expanse of bare skin between the
stockings and her pussy, was very exciting to Bradley, and very
beautiful. He rubbed her soft skin in awe. She giggled, then slid her
panties down and off her feet. When she was done, she spread her feet
wide and placed them on top of the dash. She was now open and ready for
his adventure.
"That is so damned sexy," he laughed, while pushing down his pants with both hands.
"Does it look good enough to fuck?" she asked playfully.
"Oh yeah," he gasped. With his pants off he leaned forward and hugged
her body, while burying his face in the cleavage between her breasts.
She opened her shirt and allowed him in between her tits. He sniffed
around for a moment, then claimed her right nipple with his mouth. He
sucked painfully, with obvious inexperience. She liked first timers,
although they didn't give her the thrill they used too.
"Oh yeah, that feels real good," she gasped loudly. Too corny? She
didn't think so. She would have laid off a little with a more
experience man, but this boy probably believe that she was in love with
him. He was probably in love with her by now.
"Oh yes, suck my nipples," she moaned in his ear. His breath was coming
out in snorts, similar to an angry bull. He slobbered and sucked for
several more minutes before he sank down and checked out her pussy.
This was another sign of inexperience. No man familiar with whores,
would ever eat her pussy. But newcomers always did. Probably because
they had fantasized about it so much and just couldn't hold back when
their first time came. His mouth opened wide and engulfed her pussy.
She felt a real thrill when he began licking her salty pussy flesh.
"Oh yeah, that feels so good," she moaned, watching him go down on her
wet pussy. She also liked the feeling of his mouth pulling on her cunt
lips. As she said, it was rare when a man when down on a whore. He was
always worried about who had been there before him. That was stupid, of
course. Any whore who wanted to live, washed her pussy the moment she
finished fucking. It was good sense, especially if they didn't want a
disease or kids. Prostitutes used to use a vinegar and water solution,
now they used bleach and water. It worked, although it hurt like hell
for a while.
"Oh my God, that feel so good," Julie said, while searching for Sarah
in the mirror. She couldn't see her in the dark, but she knew she was
out there. The fogged up windows didn't help.
"Oh, stop, I want to
feel you inside me," Julie heard herself say for the 100 thousandth
time in her life. Long ago it had been true. She could fuck all she
wanted, enjoy it, and get paid. Now she just got paid.
"Oh God, you are so big," she pretended amazement as he held his
throbbing cock in his hand and pressed it against her spread pussy. She
had once known a man with a 14 inch cock, which was all of two inches
wide. He could actually give himself a blowjob. Now that was big. This
guy was barely adequate.
Julie felt a thrill as Bradley finally inserted his cock and pushed
slowly. She enjoyed the soft hard fullness of his cock gently parting
her swollen lips and creeping down her moist hot tunnel. If he had
proceeded in the right way at that very moment, he might have given her
a legitimate orgasm. But he fucked up right from the start. Once his
cock was lubricated he started pounding away inside her pussy. She
relaxed with her legs widespread, and her heels resting on the dash,
while trying to figure out what to have for dinner. It was girl's night
out tonight. Tonight it was supposed to be Gissepies.
"Oh yes," she gasped. She was suddenly frightened half to death when a
ghostly face appeared in her mirror. She gave a little cry and jumped,
when she looked up to see a blue uniform, then relaxed when she saw
that it was Sarah.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked in concern.
"Yes," she lied, "just slow down and enjoy it, don't worry about me."
"I don't want to hurt you," he said in concern, and a little pride.
"A little pain is good. Just fuck me," she insisted. She wanted to get
this part over with, so she could see what Sarah had in mind. Was it
really kinky, she wondered in excitement? Something really dirty and
perverted? She would soon find out, the boy was about to become a man.
She could see him gritting his teeth in an attempt to hold back. It
wouldn't work. It never did.
The thought of Sarah watching was
beginning to give her pleasure. Bradley himself couldn't thrill her,
but Bradley fucking while Sarah watched was something else. Her pussy
began to glow, and her moans began to take on a real quality. If only
Bradley could go the distance.
Sarah moved up by the car
and looked inside. It was very exciting. There was just enough light
from the street light to show her everything. Julie's legs were slender
and beautiful, partially encased in white stockings. She had her shoes
off and feet up on the dash. Her feet were small and perfectly
sculpted. Her white stockings were extremely sexy. The tendons stood
out in her naked thighs, near her crotch. Her pussy hair was light
brown and trimmed.
Bradley was naked from the waist down. He was still wearing a white
t-shirt. Sarah felt like laughing, but she was too excited. Her pussy
was sopping wet and thrilled to the core. She could almost feel
Bradley's cock sliding in and out of her own pussy, but she was not
there to cheat on her husband with another man, she was here for Julie.
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