Fsog 1
Jenny Flint was nervous. Annabelle had just moved into a nearby tenement apartment. Jenny had been out romping around in her cousin's clothes. The new neighbour had thought she was a boy and called 'him' over. "You look like a strong lad, can you 'elp wi these boxes?"
Jenny spent part of the afternoon helping Annabelle's family move in. She introduced herself as Jimmy. Annabelle's dad gave 'him' a couple pennies for his effort, and the pretty blonde girl had walked him out. She guided Jenny around to the back of the building and kissed 'him'. "You were such a strong bloke 'elpin' with all them 'eavy boxes" Annabelle purred, feeling Jenny's arm. muscles.
She took Jenny's hand and placed it on her breast. As she massaged the offered breast, Jenny turned her hips away so Annabelle wouldn't feel what wasn't there. The girl had misread the gesture, as Jenny thought she would, as hiding the signs of arousal.
"Don't be shy, I'm glad to make a friend." Annabelle reached for Jenny's fly. Jenny's heart was racing. The arousal was certainly there, just not in the form the girl was looking for. Jenny had had more than one date end abruptly at the point when the girl she was with discovered that she, too, was a girl, so had honed her technique.
The brunette took control of the situation before she was discovered. She took her left hand off the offered breast, with regret, and used it to support Annabelle under her arms. Jenny then reached under the girl's dress, leaning her against the wall. Jenny was efficient, moving her thumb on her nub and teasing her entrance with a finger, watching for her response.
"Annabelle- come up for Dinner" Annabelle's father yelled down the stairs.
"Don't stop Jimmy, I'm sooo
close".
Annabelle gasped, moving her hips to guide Jenny's fingers inside. In seconds Annabelle clenched on Jenny's hand and muffled her cry.
" Come back the day after tomorrow, Ill make it up to you then." She kissed Jenny and ran upstairs.
That had been two days ago. Jenny had bought a few flowers and some sweets, combed her hair and tied it back low under her cousin's hat and nervously made her way down the block. Jenny knocked on Annabelle's door.
Jenny and Annabelle walked around the neighborhood for a bit and then found a secluded spot not far from the docks where Jenny's uncle worked. Annabelle whispered in Jenny's ear "no one's ever done that so good for me before, most blokes just wanna put it in an' be done."
Jenny quickly got to work before her girlfriend discovered her secret. She knelt on Annabelle's thigh, carefully out of reach of helpful hands. Jenny found a rhythm that gave her some much needed friction, which may be why she didn't hear voices approaching.
The next thing she knew, her uncle was dragging her home by the hair, and Annabelle was screaming and crying, calling Jenny a liar and a pervert.
Her uncle didn't take her all the way home. He pulled her into a dark ally. "You unnatural little whore - I'll fix ya for sure. " Jenny was used to her Uncle's beatings, but this was a whole new kind of pain as threw her to the ground and raped her. "If ya say a word of this to yer Aunt, I'll tell 'er about what I caught you doin' and you'll be on the street fer shore".
For the next months, Jenny's uncle used her regularly with the same threat. Jenny learned to hide her soul while her uncle took her body.
Jenny continued to wear her cousin's clothes around town when she wasn't selling matches. It was easier and safer to be a boy. Unfortunately, her Aunt Connie saw her outside the baker's about two weeks before her thirteenth birthday and the next thing she knew, she was out on the street.
Ok, I can do this' Jenny reassured herself as she loosened the rags to draw attention to her cleavage. She loosened her hair, and walked up to the first gentleman who came around the corner. Deepening her voice, she tried to sound seductive.
"Matches sir?" She held them close to her chest, and the gin-scented man groped her breast for a minute, grabbed the matches and tossed her a couple of pennies.
Jenny held her breath until the man was out of sight. Relief mixed with disgust as she clutched the first coin she'd seen since Aunt Connie kicked her out of the house.
'How twisted is this? Auntie kicks me out for not bein' ladylike, dressin' in trousers 'n' all. 'Poor Little Orphan Jenny' wasn't doing so well as a match girl without her guardian's help to create the illusion of poverty mixed with a dash of 'I could be your daughter'. 'Whore Jenny', as she called her new "look" and approach was showing signs of great success.
Although she longed to take her two pennies and buy whatever scrap of food she could find, she wanted to keep working while the men were heading home from the factories. This was prime time. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, letting the men touch her, picking their pockets, but hunger is a powerful motivator.
By the time the streets quieted down, Jenny had sold enough matches for her first real meal in two weeks and her first food of any kind in three days. She sat down to stew and a bun in a tavern called The Gin Palace. She felt dirty after all those men had pawed her like a piece of meat, but she was also relieved as the warmth of the hot stew thawed her hands as she cradled the bowl.
Half dozen men burst through the door or the tavern. "Hey you, wench, get over here!" The Chinese men grabbed Jenny by her hair and dragged her out of the Palace. A hooded figure in the back corner of the tavern threw some coins on the table and slipped out a minute behind the Tongs and their captive
"You tryin' a sell more than matches out there? That's our business and we do not stand for competition. If you're gonna whore, you whore for us!" Jenny tried to scream or even explain, but they covered her mouth, pinning her against the outside wall of the Gin Palace, in the ally. Two men pinned her down and tore the rags away from her body while several others opened their own clothing, insulting her and preparing to do worse. Her soul went and hid, but her body fought with everything she had. Never again would a man use her as her uncle had.
The hooded figure jumped out of the shadows into action. Jenny seized her opportunity and bit the hand on her mouth.
"Go back inside!" The hooded figure hissed (hissed?). Not needing a second invitation Jenny slipped back in the door as her rescuer used some kind of whip to subdue the group from the Chinese Tong.
Mrs Jenkins drank more gin than she sold, some people thought, but she had a kindly streak, and when the waif came back inside, trembling and bleeding, she tossed a rag over the girl's shoulders and poured her a cup of tea. "Have some more stew lass, on thee 'ouse"
Jenny curled up under the makeshift blanket. 'I recognize that hooded woman' she thought to herself. The shrouded figure had been at her dad's funeral, with a spiky haired man with the oddest shoes.
Jenny owed this hooded figure more than she could repay. The match girl had been poor too long and lived rough for too long to believe there wouldn't be a price for her salvation. She waited, terrified, for the woman to return. She hoped that she wasn't saved from the Tong only to meet a worse fate repaying the shrouded figure.
When Jenny's rescuer finally reappeared, she was coated in blood. She came back to her table, where the match girl waited and fretted.
"Thank you ma'am for savin' me tonight"
If Jenny could have seen beneath the hood in the dark tavern, she would have watched her hero's head crests change colour.
In a moment the silurian saw a way to finally repay her debt to the girl and to save the child's dignity all at once. She would have gladly take the girl in, adopted and cared for her, but knew this child had too much pride and too much fear to accept such charity. She had watched her for seven years.
"You could come work for me, as a, a maid? An assistant? My accommodations are modest, but I have a plan to better my situation. I'll start you out at a scullery maid's wages, and cover all your expenses."
"Am I to be your slave?" Jenny asked earnestly? "You might better yourself but a scullery maids wage wouldn't begin to repay you for what ya did tonight."
"You will be no one's slave, not tonight, or ever, if I have a say in it. I said you'd start as a scullery maid. It's only fitting, you're only 12. "
"Thirteenth birthday today Miss"
"Happy birthday then. I will train you and your pay will increase with your skills and responsibilities."
Jenny was too tired to argue. "Can we discuss this in the morning?"
Jenny put her head on the table and fell asleep.
'Poor little ape', thought the new mistress, and carried the girl up the stairs and laid her to sleep on her own blankets. The rescuer then busied herself getting cleaned up from the night's feast.