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Spot Conlon, feared Brooklyn newsie leader, stepped in to "The Cat House." His newsies had been scoffing at him, daring and making fun of him, if he didn't go in to 'have some fun' for at least one night.
Looking around, he saw it wasn't quite as shabby as the outside. The interior had been decorated with hot pink wallpapers and hardwood floors. The windows however, were another thing; they were fogged up and scratched so no one could look on the inside.
Inside, leering women looked at him. He backed away in disgust; they could be the age of his mother!
Suddenly, a nervous little girl in the corner fidgeting caught his eye. "Youse dere!" He pointed at her, "C'mere." The girl lifted her head and started to tremble. "Youse very pretty…" She apprehensively nodded her head, her black curls swinging back and forth. She tried to walk as dignified as she could to the boy, as she neared him, she grabbed his hand and led him to her servicing room, which was down the corridor.
It was her first time at work, she just signed up yesterday and found out the people were actually quite nice, some people worked here because they really needed the money, like her, or because they actually liked the job.
Spot shut the door behind him and looked side-ways at the girl before him. She was hastily undoing her laces at her tight corset. He reached out and touched her hand, making her stop what she was doing.
"Sorry mister, I—I didn't know youse wanted to undress me." She mumbled while blushing, "You see, it's my foirst job here."
Spot raised his eyebrows, "What's youse name?" The girl turned to face him.
"Me name is—Dollface. Dats what people call me heah, Dollface." She said, then adding, "Dats not me real name though."
"Oh so what's youse real name den?"
"Can't tells you, it's poisenal information." She said smiling. "So why's don't we start…this, it's what you want right?"
He pressed his lips against hers and started unbuttoning her dress. She kissed slowly down his neck, his hands peeling off her dress; it dropped to the floor, in a heap around her ankles. Slowly, she stepped out, her bra and underwear showing.
Spot took a deep breath when she nibbled at his collarbone.
"Doll—face."
"Mm," She mumbled casting her eyes upwards towards his stare.
Spot pushed her on to the bed, making the bed squeak.
And he started kissing her again…
She felt—pain, then pleasure.
The two lay in the bed till morning's light.
Sunlight bathed the two in warmness, before a loud banging on the door awakened them.
"Dollface! How many times have I gotta tell you not to let customers sleep in your room?" Came a yell from the outside.
Spot just groaned and rolled over, "Harlot! It's not me fault, we'se were so tired. And—I'll tell youse the other part later."
Even though she hadn't much experience to do with sex, she knew that this boy-or man was inexperienced, or in other words, a virgin. Rolling over, with one hand grabbing her sheets she did up her dress with much difficulty.
Unlocking the door, she pulled it slightly ajar and found Harlot's head popping in through the doorframe.
She grinned at her friend's discomfort. "So—what's with you and this customer?"
Lowering her voice she said, "Well—it seems this customer, is'e virgin." Harlot chuckled, "And so was I'se."
Harlot stared weirdly at her, "Youse? A virgin? I don't believes it!"
"Shh, keep it down…" She whispered. "I'se was gonna save it for someone really special, I haven't forgot him, even though he probably already has."
"What's his name Dollface?" Harlot asked interested.
"Spot, Spot Conlon," She said, "He's me best friend, since forever, but we'se got separated when me mudda got sick, and he had to lead the Brooklyn newsies. I saw him in da newspapers, haven't changed a bit." Ana smiled proudly. "Still as handsome as eva!"
Harlot raised an eyebrow and said, "You must really like this boy so much."
In Ana's head there was like this invisible sign held up that said, "Yes I do! I do!" But she didn't say anything.
"Well, we'se better get moving or Meow is gonna be angry with us." Ana commented throwing the sheets on to the bed and preparing to shake her customer awake. "Psst, are youse awake?"
"Ana…I miss youse…Ana…where are youse?" He mumbled into his pillow, to Ana is just sounded like a jumble of hogwash.
"Get up!" She yelled, ripping the blanket from Spot, which led to him hitting the ground. All he said when he hit the ground was 'ow.' He gathered up his clothes, when Ana looked towards the door, it was closed, and Harlot was gone. She turned her gaze back towards the boy.
Spot had always a little birthmark of a spot on his thigh. Ana caught a glimpse of one similar to it, when the boy was dressing. "What is that?" She asked, looking at his leg.
He grinned and responded, "It's me boirthmark, had it since I was a baby." Her mouth formed an 'oh.'
"Me friend has one too, he woirks as a newsie around heah somewhere." She said in high hopes, "Do you think you'd know him?"
"Probably." The boy answered. "What's his name?"
"Spot, Spot Conlon," She continued, "I'se think he's the leadah of the Brooklyn newsies." Spot could see pride of him radiating from her stature. Spot couldn't help but blush.
"I'se Spot."
Ana's eyes widened. "Youse not…"
"Yes I am, but whose are youse?"
"Well, da real Spot woulda rememba-ed me." She took a deep breath, "Me name is Ana, Anastasia. Do you rememba?"
Words could not describe the feeling he was feeling, he took a step forward and crushed her with a huge embrace. "Oh—god. Oh god. Oh god. Ana! I'se missed you so much. I can't believes I—I whys are you woirking here? And—oh god, some odda man didn't violate youse did he?"
With tears in her eyes, she shook her head, "No Spot, youse were da foirst one. And always will be." She held up her pinky, "Remember?"
"I remember." He smiled weakly, "But we'se have to get youse away from heah."
Ana nodded dumbly, but before either of them could move the door swung open, showing "The Cat House" owner, Meow.
"Where do you think you're going pretty-boy?" Meow said.
Ana interrupted Spot before he could even say a word, "Meow, dis is Spot. I told youse about him, rememba?"
"Oh yes," Her face softened, "How are you?"
"Uh—fine." Spot said, he pondered for a second before continuing. "Meow, can youse keep Ana—Dollface heah for 'bout 10 months, but just as a bar goil or somefin' I'se not gonna let her becomes a whore, I'se gonna come back, it's just I'se got some t'ings ta settle in Brooklyn territory…"
Meow smiled at Spot and nodded, "That's a keeper Dollface, that's a keeper."
With that, Spot left, with only a kiss on her cheek to remember by.