He stood there leaning against the dark alley wall, holding a cigarette loosely between his chapped lips. His hands were in his pockets keeping them warms as the heavey rain poured down,
and into the street. It was three a.m. and most people were safely at home sleeping in their nice warm beds dreaming of something sweet, or something sour, but no matter what their time, on this world, living the way they do, they'll die without complete happiness. Never will Chase understand what the happiness, that the people claim to have, is.
Chase was twenty-four years old, he was six foot two inches, and some what in the middle of being built, and skinny, but just right His messy dark hair matted to his head, he pulled out one of his hands out of this pockets, and ran it thorugh his hair He reached for his cigarette, inhaling it deeply, than took it away, looking up at the clouded sky breathing out the smoke. A prostitute came by looking at him with intrest, grinning, she walked over to him and reached for his arm rubbing it softly.
"Hey there, hun. Why are ya out so late? Ain'tcha got a wife you suppose ta be with in bed?" She asked, with the grin still on her face, continuing rubbing his arm, working to his chest. Her eyes wondered graciously across his body, fitting out his body,
form the outside of his large clothes. Yup... That's New Oreleans for ya.
Chase flicked his cigarette away, and looked down at the hooker, narrowing his eyes slightly "No wife fer me, lassy. Just quick sex and it'll do." He lunged towars her neck, nibbbling and suckong on her salting tasting neck, chewing and caressing her into seduction.
"Now c'mon boy, ya know it's gonna cost ya," The woman said groaning softly, her hand now down between his legs, messaging him. She took a loose grip of him and tugged what she could through his jeans.
"Ah know," he pulled from her neck and slid his arm around her waist. "Come along. Got a place."
Chase took the lady to an abandon building, it was quite empty.
Except for the casual beer bottles scattered about, in the corner, a small stack of ripped out pornagraphy pictures that raging hormonal teenagers tore out of magazines, some trash,
and leastly, an uncovered mattress, for people to sit on, or just fuck around on. Chase tossed the hooker onto the partially torn mattress, and climbed on top of her. As she giggled, his right hand carressed her thigh slowly up towards her hips, then peeling off her silver plastic looking, hot pantsand throwing them behind him. Sure enough, he was horny, unstable to keep himself from such bodily contact. The unknown woman unzipped his pants, ad the both of them were wildly kissing, their tounges smothered all over their mouths, and lips, touching, rubbing, anything to please each other to an extent. She took grip once again of his erection,
now that it was out of his pants, and jerked at it gently, getting it hard enough to hold up a coat. Of course, she need not to do much more, so she guided him into herself. And without anymore notifications, he pulled her up, holding on to the body, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they both moved quickly into each other like a fast rythem. Chase shut his eyes tightly,
his breathing was heavey, and the prostitutes voice was explicied.
Her screams, and moanings just echoed through out the whole room.
They continued for the rest of the night. All through the night.
Only simply, becuase, this is what Chase was good at.
The next day he woke up early. The prostitute was still there, naked next to him. Chase ran his fingers through his hair and got dressed, then picked up the purse lying near by the skimmpy clothes, and took whatever money that was in it, throwing a couple of dollars on the floor.
"Thanks for the quick round. I'm sure I can find better.." He mummered, and left.
"Yer late! Third time tihs week, kid!" John, the boss of Body Cars Paint, yelled to Chase. He was a mechanic, and it was his fourth week there..
"Sorry, Ah'll try not gettin' here earleh," The dark hair kid replied. "Evereh time Ah do, no one's 'round. So Ah went and did some charity work." He smartass comment, wasn't helping.
His boss glared at him, and threw to Chase an oily rag. "Ya' know, I only Let you work here becuase of the Law. It's temporary, ya see. Only a matter of time until yer fired. Don't need a nasty blooded critter like yerself 'round here cuasin' a ruckas. Damn muties are fucking waste of space in this damned world."
Chase rolled his sleves up and replied back to him, "ell, ya not all that shaby ya self! Go loose a few pounds, and mabeh ya can get some ass. Muntants ain't the only ones takin' up space here. It's ya bloody humans too! Damn fatass."
That was it. Chase got fired, yet again, and this was the longest time he kept a job. Not surprising though, with a mouth like his to get him fired. It always is. And with a fact to go along with this, when someone is like this, there is usually a secret is involved, or a problem at that; which he cannot resolve himself.