Warning: This story contains sexually explicit themes and adult language.
Reader's discretion is advised.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. However, Ashton and other miscellaneous characters belong to me.
Chapter 2
Entering the bar, Ashton sauntered to the barstool haughtily and cool. She seemed to be in high spirits. The bar was filled with a number of men and women looking for a good time, and Ashton was no exception.
Once she sat down the bartender asked her for her order. She felt adventurous today, so she ordered brandy, something she was familiar with since her father and his friends would drink such while engaging in heavy conversation while smoking cigars. As soon as the bartender returned with her drink, she began checking her makeup to double check her appearance.
"Hi, dollface." A male voice said casually. She turned around as was met with a set of hazel eyes. Her heart pounded violently. Jack made his way beside her and just looked at her with a smug grin on his face. Although she still found Jack extremely attractive, she had enough sense to resist his advances. She remembered all to well the unpleasant incident of the previous month. She learned the hard way that toying with a man of this type could lead to nothing but misfortune.
"So, what are ya doing here?" Jack said, in a brash and leering manner. She ignored him as she nervously reapplied her lipstick.
Paying no attention to her protestations, Jack continued to molest her in public, rubbing her back while she turned back toward her small mirror to fix her lipstick. She could see Jack's reflection. She could see the way he kept eying her and it was pretty obvious what he had in mind. She hastily grabbed his hand and flung it away from her
"Oh, why are ya being so mean ta me? Don'tcha wanna be seen in public with me?"
"I have nothing to say to you, Jack!" She hissed. "You know damn well why I'm not talking to you. I'm waiting for someone." Jack just looked at her, a sadistic smile spreading across his face.
"Spot? Oh, dat's right. You're his bitch now. Does his know dat me and his bitch have a history between da sheets taggeda?" Ashton wanted to slap Jack's silly right about now. She didn't even care if they were out in public and openly lashing out at a man in such a place was not ladylike. Instead, she kept her cool and glared at him.
"What do you want, Jack?" She asked seriously. Jack's face became stern. "I want ya ta pick me ovah Spot. I already told ya how I feel about ya."
"Have you forgotten our little episode last month when you raped me?"
Jack just smirked. "Actually, since you and I had already gotten ta know each udda rather well, da cops would not look at dat as rape. And since you are not exactly a "good goil", they would probably say ya deserved it." Jack's words stung her. She knew what he did was wrong, but she also knew that her behavior would surely brand her as a "bad girl" and that since it was a man's world, no one would have a reason to defend her knowing her background.
She cast her eyes downward. She did not like this situation that she had created for herself in the least. Jack stood patiently waiting for her answer. "What if I don't tell Spot that I'm dumping him for you? What if I tell him you raped me?"
Jack just looked at her. "Why wouldja do something dat damn stupid?"
"Because he doesn't know about the history between you and me. I'll just say that you were jealous of our relationship and you forced yourself on me because I didn't want you. And I think he'd believe me before you."
"I'm his friend."
"I suck his cock and give him my body. So, who do you think he'll believe?" Jack didn't realize that she could be just as shrewd as him. He realized that he needed to develop a new strategy. Before departing, he looked at the bracelet on her wrist that he inquired about the day of the assault.
"Maybe dat 'S' stands for 'slut' instead of Spot. I give ya 'til the end of da week ta tell him."
"And if I don't?"
Jack just looked at her and gave her a sardonic grin and left. Ashton didn't believe his threat, but then again, she should have. She remembered the sexual assault all too well and she knew that if he could do that he could do something far worse. But what could be worse than raping a woman she thought.
Within time, Spot walked through the door. Spot, never one to waste time in matters of his sex life, strolled toward her. He greeted her with a heated kiss. "Ready ta go, baby?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." She said with her arms encircling his body. Immediately, they waltzed out of the bar.
~
Spot took her to his room in the lodging house. All of his newsies were there, playing cards and making out with the girls who were present. "Hey dere, Spot! Got'cha goil with ya, I see." Spot just grinned. Taking her hand, he immediately led her upstairs to his room. As soon as they made it there, Spot closed and locked the door behind them, wanting to make sure there were no interruptions.
With an involuntary, explosive impulse, he seized her in his arms and kissed her with brutal force. Spot's hasty advances were always a turn-on for her. He pushed her onto the bed and quickly joined her. He unbuttoned the back of her top. Spot found it difficult to take his eyes from her voluptuous bosom. Then, with a savage onrush of passion, Spot ripped off the streaming presence of her undergarments.
His eyes moved libidinously over her exposed flesh. She began disrobing his clothes almost as quickly as he undressed her. Right away, they got their party started.
"Mmmm," he murmured against her chest as he entered her. She relished in the feel of his body taking over hers, penetrating it with immeasurable power. She boldly mimicked his movements, darting her tongue with his as he moved his hips in a breathtaking rhythm. The force of his body into hers was more than exciting. She felt herself being stretched, as if she was being filled completely as a woman.
After the exhausting lovemaking session, they laid there breathless and panting. She did not show any signs of being repulsed by sex. She had heard countless stories about women who were sexually assaulted and became sexually repressed as a result. However, the reverse was also true. She knew, somehow, that she was the opposite. Even though she certainly did not enjoy being taken by force, she still found herself attracted to Jack. On the other hand, his jealousy was what turned her off about him.
Ashton was quite torn about her situation with Jack and admitting to herself that she was still attracted to him although he raped her. If Jack tried anything, she could always tell Spot about the incident. After all, she wouldn't be lying. And if Jack did try to say something to make her look bad, she could always use the threat of using herself to persuade Spot to see things her way and he would be in the clear. She then looked over at Spot, who was sleeping peacefully, looking like an angel in a painting. She smiled as he adjusted himself in the bed, pulling her closer to him as he slept.
~
Two weeks had passed and no issues occurred. Ashton went to Coney Island with some of her friends for a "Girls' Night Out" outing. They enjoyed themselves immensely while they rode various rides throughout the theme park. They flirted with the assortment of males that inhabited the park. Acting more like libertines than well-mannered young ladies, the girls continued to delight themselves in teasing guys for sport. "After all, you only live once," was their mantra. They would blow kisses to the guys from a distance, wink at them, and give the guys the impression that they were interested in them, which, to an extent, they were. With the cute guys, they would flirt tremendously. However, with the boys they deemed as not-so- cute, they would just smile at them to be nice. They did not want the boys that they found unattractive to come running up to them. All of these girls were very pretty and available to a certain extent. But that did not mean that they were available to just anyone.
Ashton had enjoyed herself as usual. She took a carriage back to her house that she shared with one of her girl friends. Upon entering her home, she was met with two rather stern faces.
"Hello, mother, father. What's wrong?"
"We just received some startling news." Her father said walking towards her. Ashton was in a state of confusion. He directed her to enter the parlor. Quietly, she complied with his wishes and took a seat. Standing above her with his arms crossed, her father asked her point blank.
"Who is the father of your unborn child?" Ashton was thrown into a state of shock. How could her father ask her something so personal and so ridiculous?
"What are talking about? I'm not with child!"
"This letter states otherwise." He retrieved a note from his pocket. The correspondence indicated that Ashton was pregnant and, more surprising, the father was a newsie.
Ashton could not believe what was happening. She did have a pregnancy scare as a result of the rape which, luckily, proved false. But she knew that this was not at all true. She pleaded with her father not to force her to divulge any kind of information about her supposed pregnancy, as she told him countless times that she was not pregnant. After several minutes of debate, he decided that his daughter was telling the truth. She told him that there was a girl that she knew, who was known for spreading horrible rumors, that did not like her because her boyfriend liked her and that this was her tool of payback. She assured her father that she was not carrying anyone's child. With that, her father apologized for his harsh behavior towards her and bid her a good night. Her mother quickly followed suit.
Once she made her way to her bedroom, she became totally enraged. She wanted to know who was behind the note and why. At one point she thought it was Jack, but she eliminated him from the list because he did not know where she lived, unless he followed her. She reasoned that she was careful not to allow anyone to walk her home under any circumstances. But she needed to know who informed her parents of such a lie. She would get down to the bottom of this matter if it killed her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. However, Ashton and other miscellaneous characters belong to me.
Chapter 2
Entering the bar, Ashton sauntered to the barstool haughtily and cool. She seemed to be in high spirits. The bar was filled with a number of men and women looking for a good time, and Ashton was no exception.
Once she sat down the bartender asked her for her order. She felt adventurous today, so she ordered brandy, something she was familiar with since her father and his friends would drink such while engaging in heavy conversation while smoking cigars. As soon as the bartender returned with her drink, she began checking her makeup to double check her appearance.
"Hi, dollface." A male voice said casually. She turned around as was met with a set of hazel eyes. Her heart pounded violently. Jack made his way beside her and just looked at her with a smug grin on his face. Although she still found Jack extremely attractive, she had enough sense to resist his advances. She remembered all to well the unpleasant incident of the previous month. She learned the hard way that toying with a man of this type could lead to nothing but misfortune.
"So, what are ya doing here?" Jack said, in a brash and leering manner. She ignored him as she nervously reapplied her lipstick.
Paying no attention to her protestations, Jack continued to molest her in public, rubbing her back while she turned back toward her small mirror to fix her lipstick. She could see Jack's reflection. She could see the way he kept eying her and it was pretty obvious what he had in mind. She hastily grabbed his hand and flung it away from her
"Oh, why are ya being so mean ta me? Don'tcha wanna be seen in public with me?"
"I have nothing to say to you, Jack!" She hissed. "You know damn well why I'm not talking to you. I'm waiting for someone." Jack just looked at her, a sadistic smile spreading across his face.
"Spot? Oh, dat's right. You're his bitch now. Does his know dat me and his bitch have a history between da sheets taggeda?" Ashton wanted to slap Jack's silly right about now. She didn't even care if they were out in public and openly lashing out at a man in such a place was not ladylike. Instead, she kept her cool and glared at him.
"What do you want, Jack?" She asked seriously. Jack's face became stern. "I want ya ta pick me ovah Spot. I already told ya how I feel about ya."
"Have you forgotten our little episode last month when you raped me?"
Jack just smirked. "Actually, since you and I had already gotten ta know each udda rather well, da cops would not look at dat as rape. And since you are not exactly a "good goil", they would probably say ya deserved it." Jack's words stung her. She knew what he did was wrong, but she also knew that her behavior would surely brand her as a "bad girl" and that since it was a man's world, no one would have a reason to defend her knowing her background.
She cast her eyes downward. She did not like this situation that she had created for herself in the least. Jack stood patiently waiting for her answer. "What if I don't tell Spot that I'm dumping him for you? What if I tell him you raped me?"
Jack just looked at her. "Why wouldja do something dat damn stupid?"
"Because he doesn't know about the history between you and me. I'll just say that you were jealous of our relationship and you forced yourself on me because I didn't want you. And I think he'd believe me before you."
"I'm his friend."
"I suck his cock and give him my body. So, who do you think he'll believe?" Jack didn't realize that she could be just as shrewd as him. He realized that he needed to develop a new strategy. Before departing, he looked at the bracelet on her wrist that he inquired about the day of the assault.
"Maybe dat 'S' stands for 'slut' instead of Spot. I give ya 'til the end of da week ta tell him."
"And if I don't?"
Jack just looked at her and gave her a sardonic grin and left. Ashton didn't believe his threat, but then again, she should have. She remembered the sexual assault all too well and she knew that if he could do that he could do something far worse. But what could be worse than raping a woman she thought.
Within time, Spot walked through the door. Spot, never one to waste time in matters of his sex life, strolled toward her. He greeted her with a heated kiss. "Ready ta go, baby?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." She said with her arms encircling his body. Immediately, they waltzed out of the bar.
~
Spot took her to his room in the lodging house. All of his newsies were there, playing cards and making out with the girls who were present. "Hey dere, Spot! Got'cha goil with ya, I see." Spot just grinned. Taking her hand, he immediately led her upstairs to his room. As soon as they made it there, Spot closed and locked the door behind them, wanting to make sure there were no interruptions.
With an involuntary, explosive impulse, he seized her in his arms and kissed her with brutal force. Spot's hasty advances were always a turn-on for her. He pushed her onto the bed and quickly joined her. He unbuttoned the back of her top. Spot found it difficult to take his eyes from her voluptuous bosom. Then, with a savage onrush of passion, Spot ripped off the streaming presence of her undergarments.
His eyes moved libidinously over her exposed flesh. She began disrobing his clothes almost as quickly as he undressed her. Right away, they got their party started.
"Mmmm," he murmured against her chest as he entered her. She relished in the feel of his body taking over hers, penetrating it with immeasurable power. She boldly mimicked his movements, darting her tongue with his as he moved his hips in a breathtaking rhythm. The force of his body into hers was more than exciting. She felt herself being stretched, as if she was being filled completely as a woman.
After the exhausting lovemaking session, they laid there breathless and panting. She did not show any signs of being repulsed by sex. She had heard countless stories about women who were sexually assaulted and became sexually repressed as a result. However, the reverse was also true. She knew, somehow, that she was the opposite. Even though she certainly did not enjoy being taken by force, she still found herself attracted to Jack. On the other hand, his jealousy was what turned her off about him.
Ashton was quite torn about her situation with Jack and admitting to herself that she was still attracted to him although he raped her. If Jack tried anything, she could always tell Spot about the incident. After all, she wouldn't be lying. And if Jack did try to say something to make her look bad, she could always use the threat of using herself to persuade Spot to see things her way and he would be in the clear. She then looked over at Spot, who was sleeping peacefully, looking like an angel in a painting. She smiled as he adjusted himself in the bed, pulling her closer to him as he slept.
~
Two weeks had passed and no issues occurred. Ashton went to Coney Island with some of her friends for a "Girls' Night Out" outing. They enjoyed themselves immensely while they rode various rides throughout the theme park. They flirted with the assortment of males that inhabited the park. Acting more like libertines than well-mannered young ladies, the girls continued to delight themselves in teasing guys for sport. "After all, you only live once," was their mantra. They would blow kisses to the guys from a distance, wink at them, and give the guys the impression that they were interested in them, which, to an extent, they were. With the cute guys, they would flirt tremendously. However, with the boys they deemed as not-so- cute, they would just smile at them to be nice. They did not want the boys that they found unattractive to come running up to them. All of these girls were very pretty and available to a certain extent. But that did not mean that they were available to just anyone.
Ashton had enjoyed herself as usual. She took a carriage back to her house that she shared with one of her girl friends. Upon entering her home, she was met with two rather stern faces.
"Hello, mother, father. What's wrong?"
"We just received some startling news." Her father said walking towards her. Ashton was in a state of confusion. He directed her to enter the parlor. Quietly, she complied with his wishes and took a seat. Standing above her with his arms crossed, her father asked her point blank.
"Who is the father of your unborn child?" Ashton was thrown into a state of shock. How could her father ask her something so personal and so ridiculous?
"What are talking about? I'm not with child!"
"This letter states otherwise." He retrieved a note from his pocket. The correspondence indicated that Ashton was pregnant and, more surprising, the father was a newsie.
Ashton could not believe what was happening. She did have a pregnancy scare as a result of the rape which, luckily, proved false. But she knew that this was not at all true. She pleaded with her father not to force her to divulge any kind of information about her supposed pregnancy, as she told him countless times that she was not pregnant. After several minutes of debate, he decided that his daughter was telling the truth. She told him that there was a girl that she knew, who was known for spreading horrible rumors, that did not like her because her boyfriend liked her and that this was her tool of payback. She assured her father that she was not carrying anyone's child. With that, her father apologized for his harsh behavior towards her and bid her a good night. Her mother quickly followed suit.
Once she made her way to her bedroom, she became totally enraged. She wanted to know who was behind the note and why. At one point she thought it was Jack, but she eliminated him from the list because he did not know where she lived, unless he followed her. She reasoned that she was careful not to allow anyone to walk her home under any circumstances. But she needed to know who informed her parents of such a lie. She would get down to the bottom of this matter if it killed her.