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 3
She promptly got dressed and had a quick breakfast before departing. The air was fragrant with the scent of her perfumed décolletage. Ashton wanted to look especially decadent today. There was no real reason why she wanted to do such. She was a girl who enjoyed the finer things in life and she proudly wore that statement on her sleeves.
She darted through the streets of New York, passing cackling women and men of a variety of sorts. Several newsies were in the midst of selling their papers in the streets as usual. She ran into one of her friends. Christine, a lively young woman, happened to be coming from Brooklyn. She, like Ashton, had a boyfriend that she spent time with on the other side of the bridge when she was not wasting her time on the upper-class cad she humored.
"Coming back from a hot, sweaty session with your lover?"
"As always." Christine laughingly retorted. "Are you going to see Spot?"
"Without question, dear."
"Well, don't hurt him too much. You, on the other hand, better not wear yourself out. Spot's one healthy guy, if you know what I mean. I hope you can handle that."
"Of course, I can. Why do you think he's with me?" Both laughed like the capricious young lasses that they were.
She was wild, carnal, and refined all at once. With that poise went an awareness of her own powers of attraction. Near the Brooklyn docks, she appealed to the wrong sorts. A trio of young bloods came walking up to her, smiling wickedly.
"Hello there, doll." Said the one with the vibrant light green eyes. "I take it from dat dress and da way ya walk you're a working goil. How much, sweetface?"
"As much as you can afford, handsome." Raising his eyebrows, the green-eyed stud and his two cohorts encircled the young vixen, lusting as their eyes roved over her breasts.
"How does five dollars sound?"
Her lips compressed. One dainty black-gloved hand whipped up her parasol and laid it hard onto his cheek.
"You dirty, impious wretch! I'm a respectable woman."
"Ya look like a whore ta me." He said reaching for her. Ashton jabbed the point of the parasol into his groin very hard. He balled over in pain, tightly clutching himself. The other two made the clever decision not to interfere, lest her wrath would descend upon them. They hurriedly carried their injured friend away from the obviously no-nonsense young woman before she could do anymore damage.
Her intimidation seemed to have worked. As a result of her beauty and haughty airs, men of various ages tried getting her attention. She ignored them, however. She only set her sights on one man. Steadfastly, she made her way to the Brooklyn Lodging House to spend quality time with her boyfriend.
As usual, Spot was surrounded by his crew of newsies, as if he was their king and they were his loyal subjects. He was heavily involved in a game of poker with his boys and other newsies from the neighboring boroughs when he looked up and noticed her. A libidinous smile spread across his face.
"Looks like lady luck is still with me." He said as he placed his cards on the table, exposing a Full House. The other players threw down their cards in disappointment. Spot swiftly pulled his money toward him, smiling. They comrades decided to take a break from the card game and relax. Spot got up and signaled to one of his men to gather the rest of his winnings while he wandered over to Ashton. He kissed her heatedly.
"Let's go someplace private." He said, taking her hand and exiting the lodging house.
~
Ashton woke up this morning in a hasty manner. She jumped up and locked the door, making sure there would be no interruptions or surprise visits in her room. She quickly disrobed, flinging her nightdress and pantalets across the way for it to land on the bed. She stood in front of her full-length mirror totally nude. Her stomach remained smooth and flat, but it would not stay that way for long. Her breasts were already a full cup size larger than before, and she knew that if people noticed her enlarged bust line, they would definitely notice her growing belly.
"God Almighty, what am I going to do?" She said to her reflection.
It had been three months and she did not see her monthly. Her wildness had caught up with her. How could she stay in that house knowing that she would eventually be forced to reveal her situation? If she did not say anything, her body certainly would. She found it odd that she did not have morning sickness. The malaise that she so often heard of women falling to seemed to pass over her completely. She felt normal. She didn't feel as if she were with child, except she was. She needed to tell someone about her plight. She felt like a volcano waiting to erupt with the news of her pregnancy. She was happy, however, that she could create another human being, but the timing was wrong. She almost saw that letter as a horrible omen. As if it was a sign that predicted her fate. She was pregnant, and, yes, it was for a newsie.
She put on her robe and paced back and forth, trying to figure out what to do. She could tell her friends and they would certainly put her in touch with people who could help her with her situation. She had heard of houses near the river where women went to have their babies and leave them in orphanages. They were also available for women who did not want their unborn babies and had them aborted. Neither of these choices she wanted to make. She had always dreamed of being a mother, and she was at the age where marriage was now an option for her.
An epiphany suddenly came to her. She thought about the perfect plot. She quickly got dressed and left her house to carry out her carefully thought- out plan.
~
Ashton was on her way to a bar in Brooklyn where she and her friends would consort with the various guys of the lower classes. The pub was filled to the hilt with newsies, stable boys, dock workers, and guys just hanging around looking for some excitement. She proceeded to walk to a table where her friends were frolicking about with their male companions. Christine, wearing a dress that was almost as revealing at the top as the dress Ashton donned, was currently involved with a newsie that would stop at nothing to entice her to go to his place for a little bedroom fun. Christine, always aiming to please, happily obliged him, on the condition that he bought her another drink.
Ashton sat next to the two and promptly ordered a cocktail. She looked over and saw two strapping Brooklynites eyeing her from the barstool. One was tall, muscular, and decidedly good-looking. The other was shorter and looked like he possessed a tough demeanor. She allowed them to ogle her from a distance, but that was a far as it would go. She deemed herself to be a beauty that others could look at but not touch without her permission. Only Spot Conlon could do such. At one point, Jack Kelly was also a recipient of her charms, but that quickly changed once he threatened her. She was done with him. She didn't care how cute he was or how much a champion in the bedroom he was. She decided to put it all behind her now.
Thirty minutes had passed and she was becoming restless. Normally Spot would not have her waiting for this long a time. Getting impatient, she decided to leave the premises. The instant she steps out of the bar she sees a familiar figure walking towards her. She is met with beautiful blue eyes that did not look as if they were in high spirits. She thought that she should be the one angry, being that she waited forever for him. In a self-aggrandizing way, she stopped, put her hand on her hips, and swayed her head to one side. Although Spot found it extremely sexy for her to perform such body language, right now he was not in the mood for playful games.
"Well, you certainly know how to show a lady a good time. And I'm not talking about the bedroom, either." Ashton sarcastically retorted.
"Well, it seems dat you know how ta show Manhattan a good time, too!"
Ashton stood shocked and appalled by Spot's statement.
"What's dis shit about you messing around with Jacky-boy? Are ya two-timing me?"
Now was the moment of truth. Ashton had no idea how Spot found out about her and Jack. As it turned out, while Spot was on the docks practicing with his slingshot a week ago, a Manhattan newsie recognized Ashton when she came to visit Spot. The newsie instantly identified her as the girl that Jack had been seeing every other day. He knew that she and Jack were more than just friends by the way Ashton conducted herself around him. Ashton had to come clean with her story, from beginning to end.
"No, Spot, it's not like that at all. You see, I was having sex with both of you when I started having feelings for you. But now I know that I love you and I want us to spend the rest of our lives together."
"I ain't marrying no whore."
His words struck through her like a dagger in her heart. She wanted to break down right there. He had never told her anything so hurtful. Spot was immediately sorry as soon as he uttered that cruel statement. Quickly, he rushed up to her. He gently grabbed her by the arms and consoled her.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean that." For a split-second she thought about slapping him, but she was too saddened to do such a thing. Instead, she allowed Spot to encircle her in his muscular arms, while listening to his heartbeat.
Although he was briefly unkind, he still needed to hear what she had to say. After all, there are two sides to every story. He persuaded her to finish telling him everything. They walked back to the lodging house where they could discuss the matter in private. He sat her down on the bed before joining her. His icy blue eyes softened their gaze as he coaxed her to finish telling her tale by rubbing her back and sides.
"Well, like I said, I started having feelings for you. That's when I decided to stop seeing Jack. But then I saw him and he figured out that you and I were an item when he saw the bracelet that you gave me. He freaked out and forced himself on me." By this time, tears were streaming down her face. Spot had to take a minute and take in everything that she told him. For one, she was cheating on him. He could not believe that this smoldering temptress was sexually unfaithful. Secondly, Jack had raped her, and that totally angered him. He held her firmly in his arms, his blood boiling with rage.
"Where is he?" He asked in a low, threatening voice.
"In Manhattan, at the lodging house most likely. Why?"
"I'm gonna kill him."
"No, Spot don't do that. That'll just make matters worse, and I can't have you dying on me, especially since you are going to be a father."
Spot eyes widened. This was definitely news to his ears, especially if anything she had told him up until that moment was not. "How long have ya been pregnant?"
"Three months. My parents don't know, mainly because I haven't told them about you and me. But don't worry, I am planning on persuading them to allow me to move into an apartment or townhouse of my own and that way I can have my own place and live my own life. And they won't be embarrassed by having a pregnant, unmarried daughter."
"Are ya kidding me? I'm gonna marry you. I want my kid to have a real family. And I'm gonna stick around for my wife and baby." Spot leaned forward and kissed her passionately. He apologized once more for calling her a whore. He did it in anger. She cordially forgave him as he pulled her into his lap and cuddled her.
~
Entering her posh home, Ashton seemed to be more at ease. The conversation went over much better than she had expected. Based on what she told Spot, she knew that she had to act fast. She pondered on when to announce to her parents the perfect time to request a place of her own. She admitted that she had wanted to live independently for some time, but under these circumstances, it was imperative that she move out as soon as possible.
She walked into the parlor without a care until she heard voices. One was that of her father's while the other was of someone she knew all too well. As she slowly approached the threshold, her fears were being confirmed.
"Oh, there you are, darling. I have just met the gentleman caller that you have been spending time with. Sweetheart, why did you not tell me about him?"
"It must have slipped my mind." Ashton replied, nervous as hell.
"You should have invited him earlier. I like to know of the company my daughter keeps. Especially if they are as strapping and well-respected as he is." Ashton wanted to faint right then and there. This was way too much for her nerves.
"Well, it doesn't surprise me that your daughter had not mentioned me earlier. She's secretive when she wants to be. Well, seeing that you two are here, I'll leave you two lovebirds to your own devices." Her father politely excused himself, leaving Ashton alone with her guest.
"Jack!" She whispered. "What the hell are you doing here? How did you find where I lived? Who told you?" He smiled at her candidly, knowing that she had not expected to see him in her home.
"Well, ya know, ya shouldn't build up your rep the way ya do because ya never know who will come back ta haunt ya. Besides, I have friends all over Manhattan. They know dis place like the back of their hand. I've got my connections."
All of the feelings that Ashton had for Jack had quickly diminished. She saw now what kind of male he could be, scheming and clever. Used to seeing him in his newsie attire, she saw him in a medium grey suit. He looked like he was of the same class as she.
"You wrote that note did you." Jack just smiled, nodding his head up and down while taking pleasure in her humiliation.
"This is beyond unbelievable. I want you to leave right now." She said as she flung her satin skirt up to leave the parlor. Jack quickly cut her off, grasping her arm tightly.
"Dis isn't over, baby. You're not gonna get away dat easily. You're mine. You've always been mine and nothing's gonna change dat. Besides, I think ya still love me." Inches away from his face, she shuddered. She knew that this situation had just gone from bad to worse. Before she could release herself, he lightly kissed her on the lips. Normally, she would have given him a good whack, but she was too horrified to do such. Casually, he put his hat on his head and walked out of the door, but not before turning back to look at her one more time and puckering a kiss to her. As soon as he closed the door, she became thunderstruck. "This was not happening." She thought to herself. Her hedonistic lifestyle now had a price. More than one, in actuality.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. However, Ashton and other miscellaneous characters belong to me.
Chapter 3
She promptly got dressed and had a quick breakfast before departing. The air was fragrant with the scent of her perfumed décolletage. Ashton wanted to look especially decadent today. There was no real reason why she wanted to do such. She was a girl who enjoyed the finer things in life and she proudly wore that statement on her sleeves.
She darted through the streets of New York, passing cackling women and men of a variety of sorts. Several newsies were in the midst of selling their papers in the streets as usual. She ran into one of her friends. Christine, a lively young woman, happened to be coming from Brooklyn. She, like Ashton, had a boyfriend that she spent time with on the other side of the bridge when she was not wasting her time on the upper-class cad she humored.
"Coming back from a hot, sweaty session with your lover?"
"As always." Christine laughingly retorted. "Are you going to see Spot?"
"Without question, dear."
"Well, don't hurt him too much. You, on the other hand, better not wear yourself out. Spot's one healthy guy, if you know what I mean. I hope you can handle that."
"Of course, I can. Why do you think he's with me?" Both laughed like the capricious young lasses that they were.
She was wild, carnal, and refined all at once. With that poise went an awareness of her own powers of attraction. Near the Brooklyn docks, she appealed to the wrong sorts. A trio of young bloods came walking up to her, smiling wickedly.
"Hello there, doll." Said the one with the vibrant light green eyes. "I take it from dat dress and da way ya walk you're a working goil. How much, sweetface?"
"As much as you can afford, handsome." Raising his eyebrows, the green-eyed stud and his two cohorts encircled the young vixen, lusting as their eyes roved over her breasts.
"How does five dollars sound?"
Her lips compressed. One dainty black-gloved hand whipped up her parasol and laid it hard onto his cheek.
"You dirty, impious wretch! I'm a respectable woman."
"Ya look like a whore ta me." He said reaching for her. Ashton jabbed the point of the parasol into his groin very hard. He balled over in pain, tightly clutching himself. The other two made the clever decision not to interfere, lest her wrath would descend upon them. They hurriedly carried their injured friend away from the obviously no-nonsense young woman before she could do anymore damage.
Her intimidation seemed to have worked. As a result of her beauty and haughty airs, men of various ages tried getting her attention. She ignored them, however. She only set her sights on one man. Steadfastly, she made her way to the Brooklyn Lodging House to spend quality time with her boyfriend.
As usual, Spot was surrounded by his crew of newsies, as if he was their king and they were his loyal subjects. He was heavily involved in a game of poker with his boys and other newsies from the neighboring boroughs when he looked up and noticed her. A libidinous smile spread across his face.
"Looks like lady luck is still with me." He said as he placed his cards on the table, exposing a Full House. The other players threw down their cards in disappointment. Spot swiftly pulled his money toward him, smiling. They comrades decided to take a break from the card game and relax. Spot got up and signaled to one of his men to gather the rest of his winnings while he wandered over to Ashton. He kissed her heatedly.
"Let's go someplace private." He said, taking her hand and exiting the lodging house.
~
Ashton woke up this morning in a hasty manner. She jumped up and locked the door, making sure there would be no interruptions or surprise visits in her room. She quickly disrobed, flinging her nightdress and pantalets across the way for it to land on the bed. She stood in front of her full-length mirror totally nude. Her stomach remained smooth and flat, but it would not stay that way for long. Her breasts were already a full cup size larger than before, and she knew that if people noticed her enlarged bust line, they would definitely notice her growing belly.
"God Almighty, what am I going to do?" She said to her reflection.
It had been three months and she did not see her monthly. Her wildness had caught up with her. How could she stay in that house knowing that she would eventually be forced to reveal her situation? If she did not say anything, her body certainly would. She found it odd that she did not have morning sickness. The malaise that she so often heard of women falling to seemed to pass over her completely. She felt normal. She didn't feel as if she were with child, except she was. She needed to tell someone about her plight. She felt like a volcano waiting to erupt with the news of her pregnancy. She was happy, however, that she could create another human being, but the timing was wrong. She almost saw that letter as a horrible omen. As if it was a sign that predicted her fate. She was pregnant, and, yes, it was for a newsie.
She put on her robe and paced back and forth, trying to figure out what to do. She could tell her friends and they would certainly put her in touch with people who could help her with her situation. She had heard of houses near the river where women went to have their babies and leave them in orphanages. They were also available for women who did not want their unborn babies and had them aborted. Neither of these choices she wanted to make. She had always dreamed of being a mother, and she was at the age where marriage was now an option for her.
An epiphany suddenly came to her. She thought about the perfect plot. She quickly got dressed and left her house to carry out her carefully thought- out plan.
~
Ashton was on her way to a bar in Brooklyn where she and her friends would consort with the various guys of the lower classes. The pub was filled to the hilt with newsies, stable boys, dock workers, and guys just hanging around looking for some excitement. She proceeded to walk to a table where her friends were frolicking about with their male companions. Christine, wearing a dress that was almost as revealing at the top as the dress Ashton donned, was currently involved with a newsie that would stop at nothing to entice her to go to his place for a little bedroom fun. Christine, always aiming to please, happily obliged him, on the condition that he bought her another drink.
Ashton sat next to the two and promptly ordered a cocktail. She looked over and saw two strapping Brooklynites eyeing her from the barstool. One was tall, muscular, and decidedly good-looking. The other was shorter and looked like he possessed a tough demeanor. She allowed them to ogle her from a distance, but that was a far as it would go. She deemed herself to be a beauty that others could look at but not touch without her permission. Only Spot Conlon could do such. At one point, Jack Kelly was also a recipient of her charms, but that quickly changed once he threatened her. She was done with him. She didn't care how cute he was or how much a champion in the bedroom he was. She decided to put it all behind her now.
Thirty minutes had passed and she was becoming restless. Normally Spot would not have her waiting for this long a time. Getting impatient, she decided to leave the premises. The instant she steps out of the bar she sees a familiar figure walking towards her. She is met with beautiful blue eyes that did not look as if they were in high spirits. She thought that she should be the one angry, being that she waited forever for him. In a self-aggrandizing way, she stopped, put her hand on her hips, and swayed her head to one side. Although Spot found it extremely sexy for her to perform such body language, right now he was not in the mood for playful games.
"Well, you certainly know how to show a lady a good time. And I'm not talking about the bedroom, either." Ashton sarcastically retorted.
"Well, it seems dat you know how ta show Manhattan a good time, too!"
Ashton stood shocked and appalled by Spot's statement.
"What's dis shit about you messing around with Jacky-boy? Are ya two-timing me?"
Now was the moment of truth. Ashton had no idea how Spot found out about her and Jack. As it turned out, while Spot was on the docks practicing with his slingshot a week ago, a Manhattan newsie recognized Ashton when she came to visit Spot. The newsie instantly identified her as the girl that Jack had been seeing every other day. He knew that she and Jack were more than just friends by the way Ashton conducted herself around him. Ashton had to come clean with her story, from beginning to end.
"No, Spot, it's not like that at all. You see, I was having sex with both of you when I started having feelings for you. But now I know that I love you and I want us to spend the rest of our lives together."
"I ain't marrying no whore."
His words struck through her like a dagger in her heart. She wanted to break down right there. He had never told her anything so hurtful. Spot was immediately sorry as soon as he uttered that cruel statement. Quickly, he rushed up to her. He gently grabbed her by the arms and consoled her.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean that." For a split-second she thought about slapping him, but she was too saddened to do such a thing. Instead, she allowed Spot to encircle her in his muscular arms, while listening to his heartbeat.
Although he was briefly unkind, he still needed to hear what she had to say. After all, there are two sides to every story. He persuaded her to finish telling him everything. They walked back to the lodging house where they could discuss the matter in private. He sat her down on the bed before joining her. His icy blue eyes softened their gaze as he coaxed her to finish telling her tale by rubbing her back and sides.
"Well, like I said, I started having feelings for you. That's when I decided to stop seeing Jack. But then I saw him and he figured out that you and I were an item when he saw the bracelet that you gave me. He freaked out and forced himself on me." By this time, tears were streaming down her face. Spot had to take a minute and take in everything that she told him. For one, she was cheating on him. He could not believe that this smoldering temptress was sexually unfaithful. Secondly, Jack had raped her, and that totally angered him. He held her firmly in his arms, his blood boiling with rage.
"Where is he?" He asked in a low, threatening voice.
"In Manhattan, at the lodging house most likely. Why?"
"I'm gonna kill him."
"No, Spot don't do that. That'll just make matters worse, and I can't have you dying on me, especially since you are going to be a father."
Spot eyes widened. This was definitely news to his ears, especially if anything she had told him up until that moment was not. "How long have ya been pregnant?"
"Three months. My parents don't know, mainly because I haven't told them about you and me. But don't worry, I am planning on persuading them to allow me to move into an apartment or townhouse of my own and that way I can have my own place and live my own life. And they won't be embarrassed by having a pregnant, unmarried daughter."
"Are ya kidding me? I'm gonna marry you. I want my kid to have a real family. And I'm gonna stick around for my wife and baby." Spot leaned forward and kissed her passionately. He apologized once more for calling her a whore. He did it in anger. She cordially forgave him as he pulled her into his lap and cuddled her.
~
Entering her posh home, Ashton seemed to be more at ease. The conversation went over much better than she had expected. Based on what she told Spot, she knew that she had to act fast. She pondered on when to announce to her parents the perfect time to request a place of her own. She admitted that she had wanted to live independently for some time, but under these circumstances, it was imperative that she move out as soon as possible.
She walked into the parlor without a care until she heard voices. One was that of her father's while the other was of someone she knew all too well. As she slowly approached the threshold, her fears were being confirmed.
"Oh, there you are, darling. I have just met the gentleman caller that you have been spending time with. Sweetheart, why did you not tell me about him?"
"It must have slipped my mind." Ashton replied, nervous as hell.
"You should have invited him earlier. I like to know of the company my daughter keeps. Especially if they are as strapping and well-respected as he is." Ashton wanted to faint right then and there. This was way too much for her nerves.
"Well, it doesn't surprise me that your daughter had not mentioned me earlier. She's secretive when she wants to be. Well, seeing that you two are here, I'll leave you two lovebirds to your own devices." Her father politely excused himself, leaving Ashton alone with her guest.
"Jack!" She whispered. "What the hell are you doing here? How did you find where I lived? Who told you?" He smiled at her candidly, knowing that she had not expected to see him in her home.
"Well, ya know, ya shouldn't build up your rep the way ya do because ya never know who will come back ta haunt ya. Besides, I have friends all over Manhattan. They know dis place like the back of their hand. I've got my connections."
All of the feelings that Ashton had for Jack had quickly diminished. She saw now what kind of male he could be, scheming and clever. Used to seeing him in his newsie attire, she saw him in a medium grey suit. He looked like he was of the same class as she.
"You wrote that note did you." Jack just smiled, nodding his head up and down while taking pleasure in her humiliation.
"This is beyond unbelievable. I want you to leave right now." She said as she flung her satin skirt up to leave the parlor. Jack quickly cut her off, grasping her arm tightly.
"Dis isn't over, baby. You're not gonna get away dat easily. You're mine. You've always been mine and nothing's gonna change dat. Besides, I think ya still love me." Inches away from his face, she shuddered. She knew that this situation had just gone from bad to worse. Before she could release herself, he lightly kissed her on the lips. Normally, she would have given him a good whack, but she was too horrified to do such. Casually, he put his hat on his head and walked out of the door, but not before turning back to look at her one more time and puckering a kiss to her. As soon as he closed the door, she became thunderstruck. "This was not happening." She thought to herself. Her hedonistic lifestyle now had a price. More than one, in actuality.