heya guys. heres a m rated smutty filthy story that i wrote in the middle of a dull R.S lesson (while talking bout contraception-thought it was quite apt) please tell me what you think.

Fiction rating: M (this chapter)

Written by: cockenygeezah

Beta: ButtonsMagoo

A Quick Release

A balmy wind blew, ruffling Vince Noirs' dark hair as he wandered round the Labyrinthine back streets of Dalston. He sighed, rounding another corner. He needed release. A quick, no-strings-attached release. Then he saw her. A young girl leant casually against a cool, red brick wall, her shoulder length chocolate brown hair flopping unkemptly into her eyes. She looked round, a rogue smile played across her full, plump-if not slightly bruised-lips.

"Hey…" she grinned as Vince approached, looking up at him through her overlong fringe. Vince's' breath caught. Her eyes shone deepest indigo, flecked with crystal blue. They bore into Vince s' with a deep interest, half frightened and curious. Vince smiled, silently reassuring her. She grinned back, satisfied, her youth gleaming through the tired exterior. Surely she couldn't be more than…twenty? Twenty-one?

"Umm…you can talk…can't you?" she asked, raising a jovial eyebrow and snapping Vince out of his trance.

"Huh? Oh yeah! Course I can!" his grin returned, feeling somehow more comfortable around the girl by the second.

"Good." She grinned, "so. What is it that such a good looking man could want from a common whore like me?"

Hearing the girl put herself down like that angered Vince to the core.

What could have happened to her to make her think like that? His anger must have shown through on his face because the girl took a step backwards, eyes filled with fear. Vince raised his hands level with his head and took a step towards her.

"I'm sorry…I'm not going to hurt you. I…I just need release…please?"

The word startled the girl even more. She cocked her head to one side, moving closer, confusion evident.

"Please?" she repeated, trying her best to hide her confusion by raising a mocking eyebrow. Vince bit his lips, feeling himself harden even more, heat rising to his collar as his erection strained against his already too tight jeans. He raised a hand again, this time stretching out towards her. Another flicker of fear shadowed her eyes, darkening them to a misty grey. His soft fingers brushed her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. It was obvious that no one has handled her this gently in a long time he thought, letting his hand slide down to the base of her neck, tilting her head upwards. Vince slowly lent his head down, brushing his lips against hers momentarily. She turned her head away, wincing as he brushed against the bruise below her bottom lip.
"N…no…please…" she pleaded, looking up at Vince again through her fringe.

She looks so innocent…he thought, nodding understandingly to her.

"No kissing?" he asked, smiling gently. She nodded gratefully, running a soft hand down his chest, hitching his breath again. He wrapped a hand around her thin waist, lifting her blouse to touch the white skin beneath. Her nimble fingers made haste, unbuttoning Vince's dark shirt, licking and sucking at the base of his neck. His eyes fluttered closed, his head falling forwards to lean on the girls shoulder, his breathing becoming heavy. She slid her hands down his chest again, scraping long fingernails lightly across his pale skin, drawing more gasps from his throat. She eventually moved downwards, slipping a finger beneath his waistband. Vince moaned gently, silently urging her on as his belt found its' way to the floor. She glanced up at him, almost melting into his arms as she caught his gaze, eyes sapphire with lust. Vince held her eye contact for a few more seconds before his head fell forwards again as she slid her long, warm fingers beneath the folds of his jeans, wrapping around his straining cock. She began stroking down his length, the other hand pulling his jeans down further, exposing more of his pale form. The girl placed a hand on the sharp swell of hip, pulling him closer as she pumped him harder, gaining speed. Suddenly, Vince felt the familiar tightening sensation of impending release. He moaned sharply as her other hand gently caressed his balls, squeezing slightly. With a final shuddering groan, he thrust forewords, coming forcibly, his eyes screwing shut tightly before falling against the wall. The girl grinned; tucking his now spent cock back into his pants, re-dressing him. She slid down the wall, blushing as her cheek brushed against the prominent bulge, picking up his belt. Vince gasped in surprise as the girl pressed against him, threading his belt and tightening it around him. He brushed locks of now wilted hair from his eyes again. He winked, looking cheery and slipped a wad of notes into her hands.

"But that's…£150!" she exclaimed, staring at him in awe. Vince nodded.

"I was desperate. I needed that…you've no idea…and you're really very pretty…always helps." He winked again, laughing inwardly at her expression.

"Th…thanks!" she stammered, walking backwards down the alleyway. Vince grabbed her arm quickly, noting the flicker of fear behind her eyes.

"What's your name?" he asked softly, loosening his grip.

"Anya. You?"

"Vince."

She stared up at him in amazement, reaching out to touch a lock of silky black hair.

"Vince …Noir?" she realised, biting her lip. He nodded, flicking his hair back into place and attempting to fluff it back up. She almost chocked, stepping back along the ally, "please tell me I did not just give Vince Noir a hand job…" she asked, grinning.

"I could…but I'd be lying," he raised his eyebrow and laughed, giving her a cheeky wink as he turned to leave.

"See you around Anya!" he called as he bounced off into the night, completely at ease.