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Chapter 4: Bargain
I opened my eyes, peering into the beautiful blue- grey eyes of Collin. I smiled but then began to freak out.
"Collin? Dat you?" It looked so much like him, I thought I was dreaming. Collin had died in the gang war and this customer I noticed before had dark brown eyes, nothing even close to the color I was peering into now.
"Conlon, now shh.." he whispered to me as he kissed my neck.
I sat up, interrupting his act, "Conlon? No, you're Collin! Collin, what's the mat..." I then noticed my surroundings. The room was small, and dirty. The walls plain, and the room was bare. The now pissed man, I noticed, wore a pair of brown pants with red suspenders hanging from them. His tossed aside shirt was that of a blue button up. I then saw my garments, not believing what I saw. I wore an old dress that fell down to my ankles, and crossed my bosom. I felt as if I couldn't breathe and realized I was wearing a corset, those tie-up-so-you-look-skinny things. I had no panties on, which was not unusual because they got in the way while I was working. (AN- I would never do that- always gotta have da panties- I'm not that sick!)
"Conlon, Spot Conlon ya stupid whore! I'se don't know who dis Collin guy that you're talking about is, but I'se not him," I saw that he looked, and acted just like Collin. But alas, I knew that something was totally wrong.
"I'se sawrry, before we'se get back tah business, can ya tell me da date?"
Out of frustration and being impatient, he replied, "March 23, 1899. Ya happy?"
My eyes grew wide, and I didn't know what to do, "Uh, yeah.."
With that, I lay there as he resumed to taking over my body. His body fit with mine so we rocked back and forth smoothly compared to the rough thrusts of so many others. I knew that I had to be dreaming and decided to just go along with what happened, and had to hold my breath so that I did not laugh. I thought about how I met Collin, he, just like Spot Conlon, was a paying customer for the night.
I moaned loudly as he reached deeper into my feminine terminal. I too, some what thrusted to get even more of his beautiful body into me. I loved every moment of it, blissfully moving in sync with the young man. All too soon he and I reached our peak, and I felt him explode. His loving liquid seeped into me, and I gently lay back enjoying the moment.
He rested on top of me, loving the feeling of releasing all of his manly juice into this beautiful girl( AN: me! hehe! Sorry Sweets I love you and I know you love me too!). He knew that he was just another business transaction for me(or so he thought), and knew better than to want more from a whore.
I didn't want him to leave, and knew I had to think of something fast before he got up to leave. After all if this was my dream, why not make it go my way so I could be with him.
"Uh, Spot right?" He nodded as he continued to get dressed. I sat up only holding the sheet to partially cover myself. As seductively as I could, I continued, "How would ya like tah have da whole night?"
He looked up, grinning, "I'se dat good huh?"
I couldn't look to desperate, "Look, I'se jist tryin tah give ya yer money's worth. Ya wanna stay er not?"
"Look, I'se been doin dis fer a long time. I'se got me money's woith(worth)."
"How much did ya pay?"
"Three bucks and foity five cents," He replied.
My mouth dropped open, "Dats it? Damn, yer right." The more I talked to him, and took in my surroundings the less I thought I was dreaming. I pinched myself and knew that I must have fallen back in time. 'Oh no! What do I do? I don't no anybody!' I thought to myself as reality hit me hard. "I'se new round here! Give me a place tah stay and ya can have me for the night. No more money."
"I'se don't keep in touch wit me whores."
I couldn't think of any real reason for him to provide me with a home. Then, it hit me, "Look, how bouts dis. Ya paid for da hour a'ready. I'se offerin the rest o' dis night for only a place to stay fer a while. An' anytime ya need tah use me, ya git me fer free. No more money, jist someplace tah stay."
He contemplated this, "Aight, I'se could use a personal whore. But, ya ain't tah be doin business wit me men. B'sides my pleasures, everythin stays outta da lodge. Ya hear?"
I nodded, as I stood dropping the sheet, exposing my body to him. I went button by button, taking his shirt off and tossing it to the side. He kissed me almost passionately, considering he was merely a customer. We once again lay back on the bed, releasing our feelings to one another.
- Hey what all do you think? Email me/im me! Please! Hey don't forget R/R!!! ANY NEWSIE (besides Spot|) ANY WAY YOU WANT IF YOU REVIEW!!
Chapter 4: Bargain
I opened my eyes, peering into the beautiful blue- grey eyes of Collin. I smiled but then began to freak out.
"Collin? Dat you?" It looked so much like him, I thought I was dreaming. Collin had died in the gang war and this customer I noticed before had dark brown eyes, nothing even close to the color I was peering into now.
"Conlon, now shh.." he whispered to me as he kissed my neck.
I sat up, interrupting his act, "Conlon? No, you're Collin! Collin, what's the mat..." I then noticed my surroundings. The room was small, and dirty. The walls plain, and the room was bare. The now pissed man, I noticed, wore a pair of brown pants with red suspenders hanging from them. His tossed aside shirt was that of a blue button up. I then saw my garments, not believing what I saw. I wore an old dress that fell down to my ankles, and crossed my bosom. I felt as if I couldn't breathe and realized I was wearing a corset, those tie-up-so-you-look-skinny things. I had no panties on, which was not unusual because they got in the way while I was working. (AN- I would never do that- always gotta have da panties- I'm not that sick!)
"Conlon, Spot Conlon ya stupid whore! I'se don't know who dis Collin guy that you're talking about is, but I'se not him," I saw that he looked, and acted just like Collin. But alas, I knew that something was totally wrong.
"I'se sawrry, before we'se get back tah business, can ya tell me da date?"
Out of frustration and being impatient, he replied, "March 23, 1899. Ya happy?"
My eyes grew wide, and I didn't know what to do, "Uh, yeah.."
With that, I lay there as he resumed to taking over my body. His body fit with mine so we rocked back and forth smoothly compared to the rough thrusts of so many others. I knew that I had to be dreaming and decided to just go along with what happened, and had to hold my breath so that I did not laugh. I thought about how I met Collin, he, just like Spot Conlon, was a paying customer for the night.
I moaned loudly as he reached deeper into my feminine terminal. I too, some what thrusted to get even more of his beautiful body into me. I loved every moment of it, blissfully moving in sync with the young man. All too soon he and I reached our peak, and I felt him explode. His loving liquid seeped into me, and I gently lay back enjoying the moment.
He rested on top of me, loving the feeling of releasing all of his manly juice into this beautiful girl( AN: me! hehe! Sorry Sweets I love you and I know you love me too!). He knew that he was just another business transaction for me(or so he thought), and knew better than to want more from a whore.
I didn't want him to leave, and knew I had to think of something fast before he got up to leave. After all if this was my dream, why not make it go my way so I could be with him.
"Uh, Spot right?" He nodded as he continued to get dressed. I sat up only holding the sheet to partially cover myself. As seductively as I could, I continued, "How would ya like tah have da whole night?"
He looked up, grinning, "I'se dat good huh?"
I couldn't look to desperate, "Look, I'se jist tryin tah give ya yer money's worth. Ya wanna stay er not?"
"Look, I'se been doin dis fer a long time. I'se got me money's woith(worth)."
"How much did ya pay?"
"Three bucks and foity five cents," He replied.
My mouth dropped open, "Dats it? Damn, yer right." The more I talked to him, and took in my surroundings the less I thought I was dreaming. I pinched myself and knew that I must have fallen back in time. 'Oh no! What do I do? I don't no anybody!' I thought to myself as reality hit me hard. "I'se new round here! Give me a place tah stay and ya can have me for the night. No more money."
"I'se don't keep in touch wit me whores."
I couldn't think of any real reason for him to provide me with a home. Then, it hit me, "Look, how bouts dis. Ya paid for da hour a'ready. I'se offerin the rest o' dis night for only a place to stay fer a while. An' anytime ya need tah use me, ya git me fer free. No more money, jist someplace tah stay."
He contemplated this, "Aight, I'se could use a personal whore. But, ya ain't tah be doin business wit me men. B'sides my pleasures, everythin stays outta da lodge. Ya hear?"
I nodded, as I stood dropping the sheet, exposing my body to him. I went button by button, taking his shirt off and tossing it to the side. He kissed me almost passionately, considering he was merely a customer. We once again lay back on the bed, releasing our feelings to one another.
- Hey what all do you think? Email me/im me! Please! Hey don't forget R/R!!! ANY NEWSIE (besides Spot|) ANY WAY YOU WANT IF YOU REVIEW!!