Disclaimer- I Don't Own Oliver Twist, If I did I would be in a Fancy Apartment Counting My Millions. But I do own the object of Dodgers affection, which goes by the name of Rayne Goldfield.
Note- To clear confusion. The Characters seem very mature (to think they're young) but during the Victorian Era Children of 12-15 (Like in this Fan-Fiction) have the maturity of 16-19. Prostitution was also common back then, so was thieving.
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Jack Dawkins, (known as The Artful Dodger to friends) was walking through the narrow alleys of London. His tattered top hat lay strangely secure on his mop of brown hair. He was on his way back to the place he called home, a small house occupied by many others. Today, his loot was plentiful. He could picture old Fagin smiling crookedly at him, pleased with his thieving.
Dodger entered the loft area, he saw all the boys doing the usual (A few were playing cards, while others were sleeping after drinking too much gin) but he saw Nancy talking to Fagin. A young girl of his age stood next to Nancy. She had dark wispy hair, as far as Dodger could tell she has dark blue, almost black eyes. She wore a dark purple dress; it was very short (barely covering her petticoat), she also wore dark stockings up to her mid-thigh. Her profession was obvious by the way she dressed, Dodger could tell she was a prostitute.
"Of-course she can stay, as long as she earns her keep" Fagin told Nancy, obviously talking about the girl.
"That shouldn't be a problem; she's still being trained for her career. But she's a mighty fine pick-pocket" Nancy nodded.
"Very well, but she will have to sleep on the floor".
With that Nancy left, the girl still stood next to Fagin as he introduced her to the boys. She seemed un-interested, until it came to Dodger's turn to meet her.
"This is Jack Dawkins, but around here he's known as The Artful Dodger" Fagin said gesturing to the early teenage boy.
"Rayne Goldfield, also known as Charm" The girl, identified as Rayne smiled.
"I expect you can be her mentor Dodge".
"I s'pose I can 'elp the gal" he smiled.
Fagin left the two of them. The Artful Dodger suddenly realised how close they stood.
Her corset was tight, enhancing her womanly features. Dodger felt the urge to kiss her, to feel her red lips roaming his body. But he quickly excused those thoughts, blaming his raging hormones. It was late now, and they needed to sleep.
"Where do I sleep?" Rayne asked.
"There" Dodger shrugged pointing to the patch of floor next to his bed.
"But why must I sleep on the floor, when I could just share with you?" she said innocently, pretending to be oblivious to the sexual innuendos.
"That's inappropriate" Dodger managed to say. Even though his teenage body craved to feel the girl shudder in pleasure underneath him.
"Why'd they call you Charm anyway?" asked the Dodger as he lay on his bed.
"D'you want a demonstration?" She asked slowly crawling atop of him.
His heartbeat quickened as she leaned on his lower-body. Her small pale hands working on his waistcoat buttons. He couldn't push her away, as truthfully he wanted this. He wanted to feel her bare skin on his (even though they just met) to make her scream his name in utter exhaustion. After opening his waistcoat she planted quick frequent kisses down his neck causing him to generate a small noise. She then began to release the clasps on the back of her dress. Dodger was painfully aware of the throbbing he felt in his private area as she ran he hand up his inner thigh. He was also glad that the boys were asleep in their beds, and not witnessing this shocking display of mature nature. Her soft dress lay crumpled on the floor, leaving her in her white petticoat. The Artful Dodger let his instincts take over, as he kissed her hardly on her lips, attempting to undo the back of her petticoat, only to be stopped by soft hands.
"It'll cost you" she whispered in his ear.
"How much?" He hurriedly asked, gasping for breath.
"Hmm.( She paused) Two and a half pennies" she smirked, knowing it was expensive.
The Artful Dodger contemplated this idea, weighing the prose and cons of the deal. He had a few spare pennies to blow, since his successful day pick-pocketing. He decided to bargain with the girl instead, wondering what she would do for a lower price.
"What will you do for a penny?" he asked.
"I can make you smile" She whispered against his neck.
Dodge rummaged in his trouser pocket and handed the girl a shinning penny.
"Deal. Is everyone asleep?" he asked.
"Let us hope so" she smirked as she ran her hand down his dirty shirt.
She used her nimble hands to un-tie the knot that fastened his trousers. Dodgers face reddened as he remembered that he didn't have underwear (not many of the boys had). Charm pulled down his red-ish brown trousers to reveal his aroused manhood. She leant down, engulfing his length in her mouth. Softly sucking, flicking her tongue on the end of his throbbing member. Dodger grunted at the contact, happy with his decision. A few minutes of sucking, licking and moaning later he came into her comforting mouth. His juices shot down her neck like a shot of warm milk, as he shuddered at the release. Rayne lay beside The Artful Dodger, lifting the sheets to cover them both. She tucked the shinning penny that united them both into her petticoat.
"How was that?" she asked the still dazed Dodger.
"Wonderful" he smiled pulling the girl closer to his side, only to be pushed away as she took his covers and laid on the floor.
"Good" she said as she fell asleep.
Leaving young Jack Dawkins stunned and confused.