Playing With Fire
Ashton was a beautiful, outgoing young woman who liked to have a good time. Although she lived on the more well-to-do side of Manhattan, she loved spending time in the bars and cabarets of Manhattan and Brooklyn. She always had a thing for guys of the lower classes. She thought they were cuter, had nicer bodies due to working on the docks and in factories, and were better in bed. A man of wealth was good for the money, but a man of lower station was good for fun and excitement. She had a number of girl friends who also shared her philosophy and engaged themselves in "slumming." They knew that men of their class did the same thing, so why couldn't they?
Ashton became acquainted with many of the newsies throughout New York, especially in Brooklyn and Manhattan. She became most friendly with Spot and Jack, leaders of the two boroughs. Her friends told her that they were really cute and they loved women. She took the initiative and formed a "friendship with benefits" relationship with the two, without their knowledge that she slept with each of them. She liked playing with fire.
She loved how Spot would flirt with her right before taking her up to his apartment for a night of naked bliss. She enjoyed being taken by him every minute, engaging in the act in every position he commanded for her to be in. He would demand that he stay on top for a while before making her ride him. Whether in an apartment or on the docks, in a warehouse or in an alley, Spot liked getting involved in sexual escapades with Ashton, in particular, because she was sexually adventurous. Whenever she went to Brooklyn, she spent her time with Spot. In Manhattan, however, she became heavily involved with Jack. On a weekly basis, she would visit Jack and spend hours at a time engaging in physical exploits with him. He was a lusty cub in the same sense as Spot. They, too, would have sex in different areas of the region. Audacious was Jack's middle name.
Eventually, both young men developed feelings for her, but she only felt for one of them. The other, she thought, would have to look elsewhere for a relationship and pleasures of the flesh. But then again, she thought to herself, you only live once. She could have her cake and eat it, too.
~
Jack and Ashton began making out as they usually would before engaging in heated, sexual activities. Jack began running his fingers through her hair, sucking her neck as she reveled in his heavy petting. She roved her hands all over his muscular body. As he kissed her shoulders, he felt a metal object piercing his thigh. He looked down and noticed a silver bracelet with an "S" dangling from it on her wrist.
"What's this?" He asked with a scorching tone in his voice.
"It's just a bracelet." Jack grabbed her wrist and examined it closely.
"What does the "S" stand for?"
"Sexy." She says, giving him a salacious grin.
"Who gave it to ya?"
"A friend."
"What friend?"
"Jack, why are you making such a big deal about this?"
"Because we both know no one gives you somethin' like that unless you gave them somethin' in return. Now, who gave it to ya?" He demanded in a harsh and threatening voice.
Annoyed, Ashton flung her skirt down and proceeded to leave when Jack grabbed her by the arm and held her face by the chin.
"Don't run away from me, baby? Tell me." Terror stood firm in her eyes as she wanted so desperately to escape.
"It's from Spot, isn't it?" Ashton tried to avoid the subject by trying to cuddle up to him, but it made no impact as he pushed her away from him.
"Jack, he only gave it to me to be nice. I couldn't refuse it. That would have been rude."
"So, you're fucking the Prince of Brooklyn, too? I thought that we had an understandin'."
"Jack, I never promised you anything."
"No, but you're gonna make it up ta me right now, you two-timing bitch!"
He slapped her very hard across the face that she fell back from the force. She grabbed her face and whimpered as she got up and tried to make it to the door. Jack jumped towards her and threw her to the floor. She gasped in horror as she watched him walk slowly towards her unbuttoning the top of his pants. She moved back as far as she could until she felt the wall touching her back. Breathing heavy, she tried to figure out a way to escape her untimely demise. Jack was a very tall, very fit young man and she was a petite young woman that stood at 5'3" tall. He could easily snap her neck in two and dump her in the East River, and she hoped that those were not his plans.
He then fiercely raised her to her feet and forcibly kissed her. She tried to comply, as a way of hoping that he would not physically hurt her, but he slapped her again. Gripping her hair tightly, he huskily verbalized to her, "I'm gonna give you what you filthy whores deserve."
He threw her, face down, over the back of a chair as he hoisted up her dress and pulled down her pantalets. She tried to turn her body upwards to scratch him, but was unsuccessful. He removed himself from his underpants and forced himself into her with a mighty thrust. He seized her by the hair with one hand while holding her hip with the other. With every drive he made with his body, he grunted and groaned as he took her. She screamed constantly at the taking of her body, not wanting the night to over go like this. As he continued to impale her entrails, he took his hands and placed his fingers in her mouth in a fishhook-type of manner.
"I'm gonna fuck you like the slut dat you are!" His long fingers stretched the corners of her mouth, causing her great oral discomfort. She hoped that he would finish and let her go without harming her. Within due time, she heard Jack moan loudly as he held her head firmly in his grasp. His body collapsed on top of hers, as a diminutive smile spread across his face. Lifting himself up, he raised her pantalets up to her buttocks, and pulled down the bottom portion of her dress. He patted her on the backside before buttoning the front of his trousers. Guilt-ridden and out of breath, Ashton lifted herself from the chair and stood still. Slowly, she looked over at a smug and arrogant Jack Kelly. She saw him pull something from his pocket, hoping that it wasn't a gun or a knife. She hoped that Jack Kelly wasn't a "Jack the Ripper." Within his hand he held a wad of bills. He walked up to her and kissed her roughly.
"Thank you for your services. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me." He then took the money and shoved it into her mouth.
Ashton was a beautiful, outgoing young woman who liked to have a good time. Although she lived on the more well-to-do side of Manhattan, she loved spending time in the bars and cabarets of Manhattan and Brooklyn. She always had a thing for guys of the lower classes. She thought they were cuter, had nicer bodies due to working on the docks and in factories, and were better in bed. A man of wealth was good for the money, but a man of lower station was good for fun and excitement. She had a number of girl friends who also shared her philosophy and engaged themselves in "slumming." They knew that men of their class did the same thing, so why couldn't they?
Ashton became acquainted with many of the newsies throughout New York, especially in Brooklyn and Manhattan. She became most friendly with Spot and Jack, leaders of the two boroughs. Her friends told her that they were really cute and they loved women. She took the initiative and formed a "friendship with benefits" relationship with the two, without their knowledge that she slept with each of them. She liked playing with fire.
She loved how Spot would flirt with her right before taking her up to his apartment for a night of naked bliss. She enjoyed being taken by him every minute, engaging in the act in every position he commanded for her to be in. He would demand that he stay on top for a while before making her ride him. Whether in an apartment or on the docks, in a warehouse or in an alley, Spot liked getting involved in sexual escapades with Ashton, in particular, because she was sexually adventurous. Whenever she went to Brooklyn, she spent her time with Spot. In Manhattan, however, she became heavily involved with Jack. On a weekly basis, she would visit Jack and spend hours at a time engaging in physical exploits with him. He was a lusty cub in the same sense as Spot. They, too, would have sex in different areas of the region. Audacious was Jack's middle name.
Eventually, both young men developed feelings for her, but she only felt for one of them. The other, she thought, would have to look elsewhere for a relationship and pleasures of the flesh. But then again, she thought to herself, you only live once. She could have her cake and eat it, too.
~
Jack and Ashton began making out as they usually would before engaging in heated, sexual activities. Jack began running his fingers through her hair, sucking her neck as she reveled in his heavy petting. She roved her hands all over his muscular body. As he kissed her shoulders, he felt a metal object piercing his thigh. He looked down and noticed a silver bracelet with an "S" dangling from it on her wrist.
"What's this?" He asked with a scorching tone in his voice.
"It's just a bracelet." Jack grabbed her wrist and examined it closely.
"What does the "S" stand for?"
"Sexy." She says, giving him a salacious grin.
"Who gave it to ya?"
"A friend."
"What friend?"
"Jack, why are you making such a big deal about this?"
"Because we both know no one gives you somethin' like that unless you gave them somethin' in return. Now, who gave it to ya?" He demanded in a harsh and threatening voice.
Annoyed, Ashton flung her skirt down and proceeded to leave when Jack grabbed her by the arm and held her face by the chin.
"Don't run away from me, baby? Tell me." Terror stood firm in her eyes as she wanted so desperately to escape.
"It's from Spot, isn't it?" Ashton tried to avoid the subject by trying to cuddle up to him, but it made no impact as he pushed her away from him.
"Jack, he only gave it to me to be nice. I couldn't refuse it. That would have been rude."
"So, you're fucking the Prince of Brooklyn, too? I thought that we had an understandin'."
"Jack, I never promised you anything."
"No, but you're gonna make it up ta me right now, you two-timing bitch!"
He slapped her very hard across the face that she fell back from the force. She grabbed her face and whimpered as she got up and tried to make it to the door. Jack jumped towards her and threw her to the floor. She gasped in horror as she watched him walk slowly towards her unbuttoning the top of his pants. She moved back as far as she could until she felt the wall touching her back. Breathing heavy, she tried to figure out a way to escape her untimely demise. Jack was a very tall, very fit young man and she was a petite young woman that stood at 5'3" tall. He could easily snap her neck in two and dump her in the East River, and she hoped that those were not his plans.
He then fiercely raised her to her feet and forcibly kissed her. She tried to comply, as a way of hoping that he would not physically hurt her, but he slapped her again. Gripping her hair tightly, he huskily verbalized to her, "I'm gonna give you what you filthy whores deserve."
He threw her, face down, over the back of a chair as he hoisted up her dress and pulled down her pantalets. She tried to turn her body upwards to scratch him, but was unsuccessful. He removed himself from his underpants and forced himself into her with a mighty thrust. He seized her by the hair with one hand while holding her hip with the other. With every drive he made with his body, he grunted and groaned as he took her. She screamed constantly at the taking of her body, not wanting the night to over go like this. As he continued to impale her entrails, he took his hands and placed his fingers in her mouth in a fishhook-type of manner.
"I'm gonna fuck you like the slut dat you are!" His long fingers stretched the corners of her mouth, causing her great oral discomfort. She hoped that he would finish and let her go without harming her. Within due time, she heard Jack moan loudly as he held her head firmly in his grasp. His body collapsed on top of hers, as a diminutive smile spread across his face. Lifting himself up, he raised her pantalets up to her buttocks, and pulled down the bottom portion of her dress. He patted her on the backside before buttoning the front of his trousers. Guilt-ridden and out of breath, Ashton lifted herself from the chair and stood still. Slowly, she looked over at a smug and arrogant Jack Kelly. She saw him pull something from his pocket, hoping that it wasn't a gun or a knife. She hoped that Jack Kelly wasn't a "Jack the Ripper." Within his hand he held a wad of bills. He walked up to her and kissed her roughly.
"Thank you for your services. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me." He then took the money and shoved it into her mouth.