Chapter One
She stood near the curb, beneath the street light. The snow drifting down
around her, covered her in a mantle of virginal white. Her stiletto-heeled
shoes, salt stained and scuffed, moved in a kind of two step, as she attempted
to warm her cramped, freezing toes. Black fishnet stockings encased her well
shaped legs, but did little to ward off the cold, or hide the goose bumps. She
rubbed her legs together in a vain attempt to improve their circulation. She
wore a skin tight, flame red micro mini, which normally showed off well her
supple thighs. Tonight, it offered little protection from the elements. She
cursed the weather as she tried to pull her midriff length imitation fur jacket
tighter around her. What little chance she might have had to make money tonight,
was surely made slimmer by the falling snow. She hoped Nicky would show up soon
and let her go home. Even he couldn't expect her to stand out here all night in
this blizzard. As she stood watching the snow swirl under the glare of the
street light, an old Pontiac came crawling along. It stopped as it came abreast
of her. She peered in, and saw a young man behind the wheel. She struck a
provocative pose and smiled. He slid across the front seat, rolled down his
window, and said, "You look cold." She moved to the car and leaned over to
afford him an ample view of her unrestrained breasts beneath the light, silky
camisole. She smiled even wider, and said, "Yes, but you'd be surprised by how
fast I get hot." He reached out to touch her. She moved away without
straightening. She pressed her arms tightly together, forcing her breasts to
stick out further, and at the same time, gave her rear a little wiggle. "Oh-oh,
naughty, naughty! No freebies tonight, sweet heart." "You can't blame a guy for
trying, can you?" he laughing replied. She saw him in the light, and was
momentarily taken back by the acne scars on his face. Nicky had some, but not as
disfiguring as this poor guy. She waited, saying nothing, for him to make the
next move. She might be cold, but she'd rather freeze out here then spend the
night in jail again. Shivers, having nothing to do with the cold, went through
her body at that thought. She swore never again would she be trapped by a
fucking pig. "Well how much?" he asked. "How much for what, sweet thing?" she
coyly responded. "For sex, damn it. I ain't here to order pizza." "Well, that
all depends on what you had in mind." "Shit, I ain't got all night. Just want to
know the rates. Let's stop beating around the bush, and decide what I can
afford. Okay?" "Well," she said moving closer to the open window, "it's fifty
for an oral, and a hundred for a quickie. Normally I charge a lot more, but the
weather being such a bitch, I'll give you a break. Hell, if you're really
looking for a great time, pay the motel bill, and I'll give you a good time all
night for only $300. That's way below the going rate." She hoped he was
interested in more than a quickie. She wanted off the streets bad. He didn't
answer right away. Instead, he pulled out his wallet and, as if afraid she'd
reach in and grab it, turned away to riffle through it. "Shit," she thought, "he
ain't got enough money for squat." He turned back to her and said, "I seem to be
a bit short. But I'll tell you what. I'll let you sit in here for as long as you
want, if you'll do me for $30. This baby sure gives off the heat and you must be
freezing out there. What do you say?" He held out some bills and moved back
behind the wheel. She was tempted. She could feel the heat blasting out the open
window. She knew if Nicky ever found out, he'd beat the shit out of her. But if
she did this guy real fast, maybe she could get back here before Nicky stopped
by to check on her. And she'd never have to tell him about the money either.
Nicky couldn't really believe she'd turn any tricks on a fucking night like
this. The guy started to put his money away. "I guess another night then." He
leaned over and started to roll up the window. "No! Wait! I guess I can do you a
favour this once. But the next time, I expect the full rate. Give me the money,
and I'll get in the car with you." He looked sceptical but quickly handed her
the money through the window. He moved closer to the door just in case she
decided to run. But it was too cold to pull that shit, and opening the door she
jumped in. "You can pull this baby around the corner. There's a narrow lane
behind the building where you can park," she said, trying to rub some warmth
back into her body. He put the car in gear and drove to the lane. Putting the
car in park, he moved closer to her and put his arms around her. "Whoa there,
friend. All you get for your money is a blow job. Push this seat back, and turn
that damned heater on full blast. Okay, now move up against the other door." She
knelt on the floor, her backside as close to the heater vent as possible, and
reached into his lap. Pulling his zipper down slowly, she reached in and pulled
out his limp penis. "Damn, your hands are cold," he complained. "Don't worry
honey, things will soon heat up," she laughingly replied. Rolling his penis like
a cigar between her palms, she brought her lips to its tip. She showered it with
hundreds of small, sucking kisses as her hands made milking motions on his
shaft. His hands went to his belt and loosened it. He pushed his pants down
around his knees. She let go of his now hardening shaft as he pushed his shorts
down too. The warmth coming from the heater felt really good on her legs. She
thought how she'd normally try and hurry up the customer. But not tonight! She
didn't care if he took forever to come as long as she could enjoy the heat. He
attempted to grab her breasts. "Shit," she thought, "he had to ruin a good
thing." "Hey! I said no freebies tonight. Now, if you can't just sit there, I'm
leaving." "Aw come on. I just wanted to warm you up a bit." "I'm serious. I'm
already giving you more than you've paid for. Either you just sit there, or
forget it." He didn't look very happy, but he did as he was told. His
disappointment showed in more than his face. His penis lay limp between his
legs. She again took it in hand and started to kiss it. Her tongue traced a path
down along the tender underside and back to the tip. She could feel it
hardening, and opened her mouth to swallow it. She sucked it into her mouth,
taking it as deeply as she could without gagging. Still using her hands to jerk
up and down on his shaft, she used her tongue to tease the now swollen gland.
His breathing became rapid as he moaned, "Oh yes baby. Suck it! Suck it good. It
feels so good when you eat me like that. Is it too big for you? Wouldn't you
rather have it deep in your hot, wet cunt?" She ignored his mutterings as she
continued to suck and lick him. He grabbed her head, forcing his cock deeper in
her mouth. She tried to pull his hands away, but he was too strong. The tip of
his penis lodged against the back of her throat. She tried to relax, but felt as
if she would gag. He rapidly moved her head up and down as he continued to mouth
obscenities. "Aw shit! Not yet! I'm coming. Fuck! I bet you can't wait to have
my hot cum squirting deep down your throat, can you, you fucking whore?" She
managed to pull free as he grabbed for his shaft. "Here, swallow it, bitch! You
know you want it." "Fuck you!. You swallow it," she said, pushing his penis away
from her. He continued to pull on it as thick spurts of semen shot upward along
his body. He cursed, and threatened to make her pay. He reached for her as she
tried to get out of the car, his hand grabbing at her face. She bit his thumb
and, as he howled in pain, quickly got out of the car. She ran around the
building. She hid in a doorway, afraid he might follow. But he never came back.
She stood shivering, partly from fright, but mostly because she could again feel
the penetrating cold. She waited a while before she dared stand under the street
lamp. But when he didn't appear, she decided she should get back on post. It
wouldn't do if Nicky came by and found her hiding there. The snow continued to
fall around her as the night wore on. She could barely make out a pair of
headlights as they approached. The car was almost abreast of her before she
realized it was Nicky's red Trans- Am. She opened the door before the car came
to a full stop, and jumped in. Leaning over to the driver's side, she planted a
big wet kiss on Nicky's face. "Hey, cut that shit out," he growled as he wiped
her lipstick from his face. "So what have you been doing all night?" he asked.
"Not much. Christ, it's too cold for anyone to be out on a night like this,
Nicky. I was hoping you'd come along to take me home." "Take you home? Are you
crazy? The bars just closed a few minutes ago. The streets should be teeming
with tricks soon. Shit woman! Don't you know by now that when a man has alcohol
in his blood, and heat in his loins, it ain't never too cold? And what do you
mean you ain't seen no action?" Nicky reached over and gently caressed her
cheek. His hand moved in lazy circles down her neck. "Really Nicky, there ain't
been shit out tonight. All I have to show for the evening is one frost bitten
ass." Nicky moved his hand down her camisole and caressed her left breast. "Come
on, this is Nicky you talking to. Don't give me that crap. Now what did you take
in tonight?" "Honest Nicky, nothing. There ain't been any trade along the street
tonight. I wouldn't lie to you." Nicky grabbed her breast between two fingers
and his thumb and twisted. She let out a cry of pain. "I'll ask you one more
time. What do you have for me? And don't waste my time with more bullshit, or
I'll start to lose my temper. Now give!" She reached in her belt and quickly
handed the money to Nicky. He took it with his other hand, never letting up on
the pressure to her breast. Looking at the money, he asked, "What the fuck did
you do for thirty bucks?" The pain was becoming unbearable, but she knew better
than to resist him. "The john was short of cash." He gave another brutal twist
and said, "I asked what, not who or why." "I sucked him off, Nicky. But it was
so cold and . . ." "Shut up! Shit Jeni, you never learn, do you? Get your ass
back out there and don't give cut rate prices again." He let her go, and started
the car. She jumped out, and watched as his car fishtailed down the road. She
took her place again under the street light and watched the snow softly fall. It
was a night, just like this, almost three years ago, when she first met Nicky.
Her mind ignored the cold snowy night as she recalled how she came to the life
she now led. Chapter Two She had been sixteen. Her father had died two years
earlier. And her mother had started to drink heavily even before Daddy was in
the ground. She liked to think it wasn't her mother's drinking which had made
her run away from home. The drinking Jeni could have put up with. But the
boyfriends were another matter. Actually, most of them were kind of okay. Okay,
that was until Ray came along. He wasn't satisfied to simply beat up her mother
whenever he got roaring drunk. He would usually want to make love to her right
there on the spot, despite whoever else was in the room. He took extra pleasure
in humiliating her mother when Jeni was around. Then that night he tried to
force himself on her. Her mother had managed to stop him by offering herself
instead. But Jeni had been forced to watch him violate her mother. He said it
was so she would know what to expect the next time he came for her. She made up
her mind then she wouldn't stay in that house. After her mother managed to get
Ray back in their room, Jeni packed a knapsack with several changes of clothes,
and slipped down to the kitchen. She emptied the coffee tin where her mother
kept what cash they had on hand. She didn't bother leaving a note saying where
she was going. She didn't even know herself. She managed to get a few lifts, and
arrived in the city. The City! She was stunned by how big and busy it was. She
had no idea what she was going to do or where she should go. What was even more
appalling was how expensive everything was. She quickly ran out of money and was
forced to panhandle to eat. She slept in doorways and back alleys. She felt
grubby but didn't know what else to do. She was certain if the police caught
her, they would force her to return home. And she would never go back there
again. It had been a particularly cold day--the snow starting to fall. She was
hungry. God, she had never known hunger like this. She hadn't eaten anything,
but a donut, since yesterday. She had no luck begging for money that day, and
she was tired and cold. As she passed a snack bar, the smell of french fries
caused her mouth to water. She just had to have something to eat. She walked in
and sat at the counter. When the man behind the counter asked what she wanted,
she said a hot dog, fries and a large cup of coffee. She refused to think what
was going to happen when he found out she didn't have any money. When the food
arrived, she devoured it. Having finished the food, she sat there nervously
sipping the coffee. The guy came over and asked for payment. She made a big show
of looking through her bag. "Shit, girl! Don't tell me you ain't got no money.
Fuck! This is the third time today I've been stiffed. What the hell do you kids
think I'm made of? Gold? You stay right there. I'm calling the cops!" "Please,
mister, I ain't trying to stiff you. I know I have it here somewhere, just give
me a minute." Jeni looked nervously toward the door, hoping she might be able to
make a run for it. The guy reached over and grabbed her coat sleeve. "You ain't
going nowhere, lady. Not until I get the cops." A hand reached around her, and
placed a fifty dollar bill on the counter. "Why don't you let the poor girl go,
Harry. That should cover my tab and hers. And I'm sure she still wants to order
some more, too. Don't you, honey?" Jeni looked over her shoulder, and glanced up
into two of the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. She was too frightened to
speak. "It's okay, sweet heart. Don't worry. No one's calling the cops. Are
they, Harry?" he asked the guy behind the counter. "Gee Nicky, if I had known
she was one of yours, I'd . . ." "Can it! Just see what the little lady wants to
eat. Better yet, bring a menu over to the table. I'm sure she'd be more
comfortable sitting away from all these people gawking." He led her to a booth.
He helped her remove her coat. She noticed he winced as he caught a whiff of
her. It had been a long time since she'd been able to wash. She figured she must
stink pretty bad. But he said nothing. Instead, he helped her choose several
things from the menu, and engaged in small talk while she wolfed down the food.
She couldn't eat it all. She thought she would burst. Matter of fact, she
thought she might be sick. He laughed softly as she clutched her stomach. "The
bathroom is in the back. I don't think Harry would take too kindly to you
getting sick here in the restaurant. Mind you, it might be more appetizing then
some of the shit he serves." She quickly got up from the table, and ran to the
bathroom. She stood above a toilet, gagging, and watched all the food she had so
wanted, flush away. She tried to wipe her face in the sink, but there was only
the slightest trickle of cold water. She felt better, but light-headed, as she
made her way back to where the man with the blue eyes sat waiting for her. She
sat opposite him, and not knowing why, started to sob. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to waste all that food. Really I didn't." He reached across the table and took
her hand. "Hey, it's okay. You'd be surprised at how many people get sick eating
Harry's food. Are you okay? Can I get you something?" Jeni wasn't able to
answer. Instead, she continued to cry. He got up from his side of the table and
moved beside her. He placed an arm around her and hugged her gently. "Hey.
C'mon, it can't be that bad, can it? Look, I know you don't have a place to
stay, and it's too cold for you to sleep outside. Tell you what, I have a spare
couch you could use, if you want to. And I promise no tricks. If you want to
leave, you just walk out the door. What do you think? After a good night's
sleep, your stomach may be more prepared to accept something. C'mon, what do you
say?" Jeni gazed up at him through tear-filled eyes. She never knew why she
agreed to his suggestions. All she knew was her mind seemed to get lost in his
tender blue eyes. He led her from the snack bar to his car. They drove for about
twenty minutes. She didn't know where they were headed, but soon found herself
standing outside his apartment. She was having second thoughts about whether
this was really a good idea. But once she was in the warmth of the building for
a few minutes, she felt too drowsy to care. He showed her the couch, and went
away only to return a few minutes later with his arms full of sheets, blankets
and pillows. Jeni started to cry at the sight of the pillows. She never realized
just how much she missed sleeping in a real bed. "The bathroom is down the hall
to the right. Feel free to use it. And if you want to wash your clothing, you'll
find a washer and dryer in there too. Only thing I ask is that you do whatever
you find in the hamper at the same time." "If you get hungry later, the kitchen
is just past the bathroom. Help yourself to whatever you can find. I've got to
go out for a few hours, but I'll let myself in later. Don't answer the phone if
it should ring. And of course, don't answer the door. You never know what kind
of weirdo's are out there these days." Jeni couldn't believe it. He was going to
let her stay in his place alone. But the mention of a hot bath was all she
really wanted to hear. Thanking him, and grabbing her knapsack, she ran to the
bathroom and closed the door. She never really knew when he left, nor how long
she lay in the hot water. Finally getting out of the tub, she dried herself. She
threw the towel, and her few clothes, in the washer. She checked out the hamper,
and added the few things she found there before she started the machine. She
found a bathrobe hanging on the bathroom door. She put it on as she had nothing
else to wear which wasn't already in the washer. She went back to the living
room, and made up the couch. She was so tired. She thought she'd just lie down
for a few moments until it was time to put the clothes in the dryer. Instead,
she fell into a sound sleep. When she awoke, the room was dark. There was just
the faintest hint of light coming through the living room windows. She took a
minute to remember where she was, and was startled to see someone kneeling over
her knapsack. It was that fellow Nicky. He looked as if he was naked. She was
frightened. Not knowing where the courage came from, she said, "Hey, what are
you doing there?" As he turned toward her, she could see he had on a pair of
bikini briefs. "I was just putting your clothes away. It seems you forgot to
finish the laundry, so I did it when I got home." "What time is it?" she asked.
"You're just finishing the laundry now? What time did you get home?" "Boy, you
sound like a wife. For your information, I arrived home about an hour ago. And
the time now is almost 7:30 on an overcast morning. Tell you what, if I leave
the room for a few minutes, do you think you might get dressed and give me back
my robe? I'm not crazy about running around half naked with an under-age
juvenile in my apartment." She realized she was still wearing his bathrobe.
"Gee, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep it. I was only going to lie down for a
moment while I waited for the wash to finish. Really, I didn't mean . . ."
"Damn, you talk a lot. I'll go into the kitchen and fix us something to eat. You
throw on some clothes. And don't forget to bring the robe with you, okay?" He
stood up and, giving her a warm smile, left the room. Once she was sure he was
gone, she quickly got up and went to her knapsack. Taking out a change of
clothes, she dressed. Remembering to take the robe, she went in search of the
kitchen. He was standing at the stove frying some eggs. "I hope you're feeling
better today. But maybe you should take it easy with what you eat. I don't want
you getting sick like last night." Again, she was captivated by his eyes. They
seemed to reach out and encompass her whole being. She couldn't remember meeting
anyone quite like this man. She found herself looking closely at his almost
naked body as she had never really looked at a man before. "Hello? Anyone home
in there?" he asked laughingly. "Oh, you brought my robe. Thanks." He took the
robe from her hands and putting it on, turned back to the food cooking on the
stove. "Well, are you going to follow my advice or not?" "Sorry? I guess I was
kind of lost in thought. I didn't quite get what you said," she answered
timidly. "I was suggesting you take it easy on what you eat this morning. We
don't want you getting sick again." "Oh? That would probably be a good idea.
Except I am starving. I could eat a horse right now. But I guess you're right.
Maybe I should just have some toast. But those eggs sure do smell good." "Well,
I guess it wouldn't hurt if you had some. But try not to wolf it down in one
gulp. I promise they won't disappear. Get yourself a plate from the cabinet up
there. You'll find knives and forks in the drawer by the sink. Get me some too,
will you?" She did as he asked, and brought them to the table just as he dished
out the food. She buttered the toast as he poured the orange juice. They sat in
silence while they ate. He read the morning paper, and she found herself again
studying his features. He looked up and caught her staring at him. He smiled and
laid the paper down. "Well, you look as if you'll survive my cooking. Why don't
you clean up the dishes, and I'll hit the sack. If you want, you can watch TV.
But do me a favour and keep the sound down low." "B-b-but," she stammered. "What
seems to be the problem? Don't tell me you don't know how to wash dishes." "I
do, but I . . . er . . ." "C'mon now, don't tell me you forget how to speak once
you've eaten," he laughed. "No, that's not it. I was just wondering, er . . ."
"Look, sweet thing, I've been up all night. and I'm bushed. I don't mean to be
anti-social, but I have to get my beauty rest. Do you think you could spit it
out in twenty-five words or less?" "Well, I was wondering when I . . . er . . .
I had to leave?" "Shit, is that the problem? Like I told you last night, you
leave whenever you feel like it. Now I really have to hit the sack. Try not to
make too much noise. Good night." He left her sitting there. She didn't know
what to make of him. She felt funny staying here, but it sure beat being
outside. She got up and washed the dishes, being as quiet as possible.
Afterward, she went to the living room and turned on the TV. There sure wasn't a
lot to watch at that time of the morning. She got bored, and wandered around the
apartment. It wasn't very big, but it was well kept. Returning to the living
room, she browsed around on the book shelves. She didn't see any books which
struck her fancy, but she did notice a couple of video cassettes. Taking one,
she placed it in his machine. She had a hard time believing her eyes. This was a
pornographic video. But it didn't appear to be a regular movie video. More like
someone's home movies. It took her a moment to realize that the guy in the film
was Nicky. She quickly turned it off, and put it back on the shelf. She wondered
if she should leave right away. What kind of person made movies like that? She
was frightened. The only two men she had ever seen naked were her boyfriend
Bobby, and that bastard Ray. The thought of Ray, naked, violating her mother,
caused her stomach to turn. She quickly shifted to the image of Bobby. Bobby. He
was sweet. He tried often enough to get her to allow him to stick his cock in
her. But she had always managed to prevent him. Okay, so she occasionally sucked
his cock to get his mind off the other thing, but she enjoyed it when he
returned the favor. She had remained a virgin all these years. And, she was
damned if she was going to let a kid like him spoil her track record. He did
have the cutest little ass though. A sob caught in her throat as she realized
she'd never see Bobby again. The thought of Bobby and their little games, made
her curious about the video. She put the tape back in the machine. She turned
off the volume for fear of waking up Nicky. Watching it more closely this time,
she noticed you really didn't see much of Nicky. The film focused more on the
woman in the film. She wasn't quite sure if you would classify her as a woman.
She looked more like a young girl, heavily made up. Jeni noticed enough to
realize Nicky wasn't as immature as Bobby. He even had a cuter ass. And he
appeared to be quite good at what he was doing, if the girl's reactions were
anything to go on. Jeni watched the tape to its conclusion and then quickly got
up to exchanged it for another. This one was almost the same, but the girl was
different. The other five tapes were same. She sat, her eyes riveted to the
screen, and watched every minute of every tape. She was both horrified and
curious by what she saw. Obviously, Nicky liked to tape his conquests. And even
though she had the sound turned off, it was obvious the girls were all quite
vocal in their approval of him. Jeni sat there as the last tape started to
rewind. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. What kind of sex maniac
was sleeping in the next room? But when she thought about it, none of the girls
appeared forced into doing anything. Matter of fact, they all seemed upset when
the lovemaking was over. Still, she figured she better be extra careful around
him so he didn't get any wrong ideas. But otherwise she thought she should be
safe. Making sure she put the films back exactly as she found them, she went
back to the couch, and laid down. She must have more tired then she realized
because she soon fell into a deep sleep. Chapter Three She woke to find the day
had past. Looking out the window, she saw it getting dark outside. She could
smell something cooking in the kitchen, and made her way there. Nicky was seated
at the table, eating. "Good to see you've joined the living again. Help yourself
to the stew on the stove. You know where the dishes and silverware are." She got
down a bowl, and ladled some stew into it. Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, she
sat opposite him and started eating. "Okay. So now you've spent the night here,
and eaten my food, I wonder if I qualify yet to get some questions answered?"
"Sure! Anything you want to ask. I really appreciate your kindness and I'll try
. . ." "Christ. I see you found your tongue. Was it hidden somewhere in your
bag?" "I . . . er . . . I . . . er . . ." "Whoa up there, lady. At least wait
until I ask the questions, okay?" "Okay." "That's better. Now the first question
is how old are you?" "Well, I'm . . . er . . . eighteen." "Hey, if you don't
want to tell me, just say so. I can understand that. But I hate being lied to.
So will you tell me your real age, or do we just forget playing twenty
questions?" Jeni felt a blush creep over her face. "Damn," she thought, "I never
could lie worth a damn." Looking Nicky squarely in the eyes, she said, "I'm
sixteen. But I turn seventeen in about three months." "Shit," he snapped, "talk
about jail bait. Hey, it's okay. Everyone has to start somewhere. And why did
you run away from home?" Jeni felt uncomfortable. "What makes you think I ran
away from home?" "Look, sweetheart, a nice girl like you just doesn't live on
the streets if she has a nice warm home to go to." "Oh yeah? What makes you
think I'm such a nice girl? For all you know, I could be some kind of criminal
hiding out from the law." "Now you're being silly. Next to being lied to, being
bullshitted is the second thing I hate. First, I suspect you wouldn't even know
how to break the law, let alone hide from it. And second, if you weren't a nice
girl, you would have climbed into my bed last night as if it was a matter of
course, to repay me for my hospitality. So cut the crap, and tell it like it is.
I ain't here to bullshit you. And I don't take too kindly to being bullshitted
in return. Again, Jeni blushed. "Well, I really don't feel like talking about
it. I'm sorry, but I still feel quite uncomfortable about it, and it's not that
. . ." "Jesus, girl! We're going to have to put a meter on that mouth of yours.
Don't you even stop to take a breath? Like I said, if you don't want to answer
any questions, just say so. Can you tell me what you expected to do when you got
here? Or how you were going to survive without any money?" "I had money. But it
just seemed to disappear, and I wasn't really thinking about that. I figured I'd
manage somehow. Look, I'm sorry if I'm such a problem. I'll just get my things
and . . ." "Maybe if you tried to slow it down a bit. I think I'm going to call
you 'Motor Mouth'. You look so much prettier when you not talking a mile a
minute. As for as you being a problem, you're not. Least ways, not yet. And if
you really want to leave, you know where the door is. But I don't mind if you
stay here. Now, without starting to give the entire speech from the throne, can
you tell me your name?" "Jeni." "Okay, Jeni 'One Name'. Like I said, you can
stay here for as long as you want. At least until I need the couch. Which by the
way, has no upcoming engagements that I know about. Deal?" Jeni shook her head
in agreement. Nicky smiled and said, "Yup, you really are much prettier with
your mouth shut." They both started to laugh. "Tell me one more thing while you
seem to be able to restrain that motor mouth of yours. Do you have anything else
to wear except those jeans and T-shirts I put away last night?" "No," she
replied. "Well, I guess the first thing we have to do is get you something
decent to wear. And then we need to get you some fake ID. Can't take you
anywhere without it." "Gee. Really? You don't have to do that. Where would we
go? I'm sure it's too . . ." "Whoa! I just said how I hate all that racket.
Right now I'm going to clean up this mess. Until then, give that mouth a rest,
will you?" "Okay," said Jeni, as she jumped up to help him clean the dirty
dishes. Nicky helped her wash, dry and put them away. He said he was going to
shower and change, and they would go out when he was ready. Jeni asked if she
could use the shower after him. "Sure, kid. Don't know how much hot water
there'll be, but try not to take too long, will you? I want to get to the stores
before they close." Jeni sat impatiently waiting for him to free up the
bathroom. Once he went into his room to dress, she quickly showered and changed
into her best outfit. She looked down at her clothing and felt a bit ashamed at
how shabby she looked. She was excited by the thought of Nicky buying her some
new clothes. She heard him calling her, telling her to hurry up and she quickly
ran to meet him. He stood there looking at her. "Do you have any make-up in that
bag of yours? No? I should have known better. Come in here," he told her as he
headed to his bedroom. She was reluctant to follow him, but overcame her fear
when he called her again. "Here, try some of this stuff. I need a picture of you
for the ID. We need to make you look a bit older. Try some of this blush and
maybe some of the eye shadow. I think with your coloring, the blues would be
best." She went to the mirror and started to apply the make-up. "What the hell
are you doing? Shit, you look like a whore. Didn't they teach you how to apply
make-up where you come from? Here, let me do it. Shit, ain't nothing worse than
a bitch who can't do her own make-up." Jeni was frightened, and wasn't sure how
or what to answer him. Instead she stood silently as he wiped off the make-up
she had put on, and allowed him to reapply it. "There, that's better. Now, I
assume you can apply lipstick. Use the light pink one. And don't put it on too
heavy. Your lips are big enough without drawing more attention to them." Her
hands shook as he watched her. She was so nervous, she had to wipe it off and do
it a second time. "Okay. I guess you look as good as you're going to get. Hey,
don't get me wrong. You look great. Really! I just meant you look as old as we
can make you." He gave her a peck on the cheek. Jeni had not been prepared for
that. Her hand went to where his lips had touched her, and again, she felt
herself falling into his blue eyes. They stood gazing into each other's eyes for
a moment and then as if it took a great deal of effort, Nicky left the room.
Jeni heard him call her name but seemed unable to move. She wondered about this
effect he seemed to have on her. She realized she was walking on very thin ice.
But it had been so long since someone had been nice to her. She knew there was
no place else she wanted to be right now. Even when he was criticizing her, he
seemed to care. And the feeling that kiss had. It was as if she had been touched
by something electrical. A warm feeling diffused through her body as she thought
of him. "Jeni? Hey, come on and move that cute butt of yours. The stores won't
stay open forever, you know." She hurried into the living room, and saw him
standing there holding a polaroid camera. "Come here. I need to get a picture
for the ID. Stand away from the lamp and smile. Yeah, that's it. Now don't move
while I take another." The pictures taken, he gave them to her to hold as they
went down to his car. Again, she had no idea where they were going. He pulled in
front of an old building and told her to wait while he ran in. After about
fifteen minutes, he returned. "They said the ID would be ready in about a half
hour. Let's get you some clothes. We'll come back later to pick it up." They
went to a small boutique nearby. She was breathless, looking at all the lovely
things there. But when she saw the price tags, she wasn't quite as excited.
"Nicky, they can't be serious. Who would pay these prices? Isn't there somewhere
cheaper we could go?" "Hey, did I tell you to check the price. Just pick
something out quickly before the store closes." "But . . ." "Listen, Motor
Mouth, put it in idle and start looking." Jeni pick out a nice grey skirt,
though she thought it was too expensive. Holding it up for Nicky to see, she was
taken back by the expression on his face. "Shit. Obviously they didn't teach you
how to pick out clothing back home either. Come here and let me see the size.
Okay, wait over by the changing room. I'll get you something decent." She went
to the changing room and watched as Nicky rushed around the store, picking up
some items and rejecting others. He came over with his arms full. He handed her
a beautiful black leather skirt and a black silk top. "Here, go try on these.
And be quick, will you?" She entered the changing room, and put on what he had
picked out. The skirt was very short, and much tighter than anything she would
normally wear. The top was gorgeous. She loved the feel of it against her skin.
But the neck was cut so low her bra showed above the neckline. She took off her
bra. She looked at herself in the mirror and didn't recognize the girl staring
back at her. "Hey, ain't you done yet? C'mon, I want to see what you look like."
She left the room and stood before him. He looked at her, and let out a low wolf
whistle. "Now that's quite a package. How do you like them?" he asked, smiling.
"The skirt feels a bit tight, and the blouse is a bit revealing, don't you
think?" "Tight? What are you talking about? I think it shows your butt off
great. But I see you'll need a new bra to go with that top. Hand me your old
one. While you try on the other stuff, I'll see what I can find." She returned
to the room and handed him her old bra. "Okay, while I'm looking, you try on
those other clothes. I'll be right back." He took off, and she tried on the
other clothing. She fell in love with all of them. They were much more daring
than anything she would normally wear, but they were all so beautiful. They made
her feel so grown up and, giggling to herself, sexy. A blush crept over her face
as she thought how Nicky had reacted to her in her new outfit. Breaking out of
her reveries, she heard Nicky knocking on the door. "Here, try on this one. And
put the black outfit on again when you're done." She finished trying on the last
of the clothes, and then put on the bra. He had chosen an under-wired bra which
just barely covered her breasts. It pushed them together and upward at the same
time. Her breasts looked as if they had suddenly increased in size. Putting on
the skirt, and then the top, she looked into the mirror. Her breasts seemed to
rise out of the low cut neckline of the silky top. Straightening her hair, she
waltzed out of the dressing room, in what she hoped was a very sexy walk. "Damn!
Now where did Jeni go? Excuse me, very sexy lady, but did you see some
snot-nosed kid in there a few moments ago?" Jeni took a playful swing at him.
They stood there, holding each other, laughing. "Really sweet heart, you look
good enough to eat. Now all we need to is to get you something to replace those
scruffy running shoes. Come over here and let's see what they have." She fell in
love with a pair of low cut boots with silver metal toe shields. Trying them on,
they fit perfectly. "Okay, I guess that'll be it for now. Lets go settle the
damages." "But wait, I have to change first." "Like hell, you do. I ain't paying
for these clothes so you can go back to looking like a bag lady." "But Nicky,
you can't pay for all these. They'd cost too much. Just let me have what I'm
wearing now, and that'll be enough." "Look, you don't tell me how to spend my
money. And, I won't tell you what to do with yours." "But I don't have any
money." "Exactly. Now move that cute butt over to the counter so I can pay for
all this shit." He took a playful swipe at her backside and she let out a yelp.
Running to the counter, they again broke out into fits of laughter. The lady
behind the counter eyed them curiously, but was more than happy to ring up the
purchases. Jeni couldn't believe it when the bill came to nearly five hundred
dollars. But Nicky never flinched. He reached into his pocket and drew out a
large wad of bills. Peeling off five of them, he waited for his change. Jeni
needed help carrying all the packages out to the car. Nicky opened the trunk and
placed the packages in there. Jeni asked, "Where to now, my knight in shining
armour?" "First, we get the ID, and then we'll hit a few clubs. That is unless
you're too tired and want to go home to bed?" Jeni was too excited. She had
never had so much fun, and couldn't believe things could get any better. But she
knew there was no way that she wasn't going to go out with Nicky tonight. So she
giggled and simply said, "Wherever you go, I go." They drove back to get her ID.
When Nicky handed it to her, she looked at the picture and hardly recognized
herself. She glanced in the rear view mirror and saw the face in the picture
reflected back at her. She noticed the name on the ID was Paula Kearney. She
asked Nicky why the name change. "Well, you never did tell me your last name.
Even if you had, I figured you wouldn't want just anyone to know your real name,
in case you got into trouble. C'mon, let's get going." As Nicky started the car,
she realized he had thought of everything. She leaned over and rested her head
on his shoulder, feeling quite content and happy. He put an arm around her, drew
her closer, and still keeping an eye on traffic, nuzzled his lips in her hair.
Sooner than she expected, they pulled into a parking place. It had felt so nice
just sitting there with his arm around her. She was a bit disappointed when he
moved to leave the car. "Are you going to sit there all night, or do we start to
do some serious partying?" She answered, as she got out of the car, "Let's
party!" Nicky told her to stay close to him when they got inside, and to let him
do the talking to the doorman. The doorman greeted Nicky like a long lost
brother and let them pass without asking to see her ID. The place wasn't very
crowded. Nicky explained it was still early. He seemed to know everyone there.
He chose a table in the back of the room. Once seated, he asked, "You do drink,
don't you?" "Why of course I do," she answered, some what defensively. "Yeah
right. And I suspect it was just the occasional sip of beer. Well, am I right?"
Feeling a bit hurt, she stammered an agreement. "I suggest you stick to white
wine coolers tonight. Heavy on the soda and take your time drinking them. Don't
want you getting sick all over those new clothes." Jeni was pleased by his
concern. When the waiter came, she ordered a white wine cooler, heavy on the
soda. When the drinks came, they sat there silently, sipping their drinks. Jeni
particularly liked hers. It was like a fruity Seven-Up. She couldn't see how it
could make her sick. But with Nicky watching her closely, she contented herself
with sipping it slowly. After a few drinks, the music started to play. She
looked at Nicky mischievously and said, "And I suppose they taught you how to
dance, back where you came from?" He seemed at first angered by her comment. But
then he started to laugh. "Well, Ma'am, if I don't, I'm sure you'll teach me.
Besides, I've been dying to see how well you can move that sexy ass of yours."
She got up and, giving a big wiggle with her hips, ran to the dance floor. He
followed. She was surprised by how well he moved. They danced for almost forty
minutes. Jeni was feeling tired and thirsty, but wasn't about to ask to sit.
Finally, Nicky said, "Hey. Have some mercy on an old man. I need to catch my
breath. Let's sit for a while, okay?" "I thought you'd never ask," she said,
collapsing into his arms. He reached down, and lifting her chin toward his,
kissed her. Jeni thought she would never catch her breath. But she didn't want
the warm feeling she was experiencing to stop. She threw her arms around his
neck and pressed tightly against him. Nicky broke the kiss and half carried her
back to their seats. They sat without speaking. She was afraid to break the
mood. Suddenly Nicky stood up and said, "C'mon, this place is dead. Let's go
somewhere else." Jeni grabbed her coat and followed him. They walked a couple of
blocks to another club. Again, Nicky spent a good deal of the time greeting
people who called out to him. Nicky being so popular made Jeni feel good. While
it was a bit disconcerting, she didn't really mind all the looks and comments
the guys made about her looks to Nicky. They ordered drinks and spent most of
the time dancing. Jeni was drinking more than she realized and was starting to
feel a bit woozy. But Nicky never tried to kiss her again. She was a bit
disappointed, though not sure why. Chapter Four They had been at the club for
about two hours when Nicky said he had an errand to run. Jeni grabbed her stuff
and followed him to the car. He drove a fair bit from town and parked in the
back of what turned out to be a strip club. Turning to her, he said, "I'd
suggest you stay out here, but I don't know how long I'll be. And in this
neighbourhood you'd be safer inside then out here in the car." "It's okay with
me. I'd rather be with you then stay by myself." He waited for her to get out of
the car, and together they entered the building. Standing on the other side of
the door was the biggest man Jeni had ever seen. He asked to see her ID. Jeni
showed it to him. He looked at Nicky and said, "Boy, they still do a good job on
these, don't they?" "Hi Mixer, what's been happening?" Nicky asked the big man.
"Place is dead, man. Don't think the girls are making much dough tonight. This
ain't your usual night to come around. What's up?" "Not much, just looking for
Billy Boy. Seen him lately?" "Naw, ain't been in here for awhile. But then
again, you can't be too sure when he will turn up. Want me to tell him you're
looking for him?" "Shit no! That's the last thing I need. I'd never find him
after that. The man owes me." "Oh, that's it. Okay, why don't you and the pretty
lady go find yourselves a table, and if he shows, I'll keep him busy long enough
for you to connect." "Thanks, Mixer," said Nicky as he steered Jeni toward a
table near the back of the room. Jeni had never been in a bar before tonight.
And here she was in a strip club. She was fascinated. She looked around in the
dim light and saw a handful of men scattered around the place. Nearby was a
table full of half-naked women. They were just sitting there, drinking and
smoking. One of them got up and came over to their table. "Hi, Nicky, what'll
you have? The usual? Hey, what's this, a new recruit?" "Stuff it, Laurie! Just
bring my usual and a wine cooler for the lady." "Lady? Lady, my ass. Does she
know . . ." "Laurie, I suggest you get those drinks real fast, or would you
rather I told Mixer how you're insulting the clients. I'm sure he'd love to hear
that." There was an edge to his voice which Jeni hadn't noticed before. She had
been too busy trying to see everything there was to see, and hadn't really been
paying attention to the conversation. But when she heard his tone of voice, she
looked at Nicky. "Is there something wrong, Nicky?" she asked. "No sweetheart.
We were just discussing what the young lady would be bringing us to drink,
weren't we, Laurie?" "Yeah, sure Nicky. Whatever you say." The girl looked
uneasy. "I guess I should hurry up and get those drinks. I'll be right back."
Jeni watched the girl as she went to the bar. She was pretty, though not very
well built. Jeni knew she was better built. There was something about her which
looked vaguely familiar. Jeni couldn't remember where she had seen her before.
When the girl returned with their drinks, Nicky pulled out the wad of bills and
left one on her tray. "Keep the change." The girl looked down at the bill and
smiled. "Thanks, Nicky. No hard feelings, okay?" "Sure Laurie, no hard feelings.
By the way, don't forget to tell Mixer, you'll be working extra duty tonight."
The smile left the girl's face almost as quickly as it had appeared. "Come on,
Nicky. That's not fair. All I . . ." Nicky motioned to Mixer. The girl, seeing
Mixer approach, quickly left. Mixer arrived and said, "Yeah, whatcha want?"
"Just wondering why there is no action," was Nicky's reply. "Also wondered if
you were holding tonight?" Mixer looked at Jeni and back to Nicky. "Don't worry,
she's clean. Just looking for a couple of grams until next week. If it matters,
I can pay." "Shit, no problem, Nicky. I know you're good for it. If not in cash,
then in merchandise. Step out back with me for a few minutes, and I'll see what
I can scare up." Nicky turned to Jeni and said, "Will you be okay here for a few
minutes? I have to go see something with Mixer. I'll be right back. Now don't
leave the table, and don't talk to anyone. Okay?" Jeni nodded in agreement, and
went back to sipping her cooler. Nicky returned after a few minutes. He seemed
somewhat different. Jeni wasn't sure if the difference was him, or because she
had been drinking. Before she could say anything, the music started blaring.
Mixer, bent over a microphone, said, "Okay, ladies and gents. Let's have a great
big round of applause for the very sexy, Teri." A few men started to clap as a
girl moved to the stage in the center of the room. Jeni was fascinated. She was
actually going to see a nude dancer. Nicky turned to her, and speaking loudly
into her ear to be heard over the music, said, "C'mon, Jeni, let's get out of
here." Jeni was disappointed. She had wanted to see the girl dance. She turned
to Nicky and said, "Do we really have to go?" Nicky saw the look on her face and
laughed. "You really want to stay? Don't tell me you get off watching naked
ladies?" "No! How could you even think such a thing? It's just that I never saw
a nude dancer before and . . ." "Well, if you don't get off watching naked
ladies, what does turn you on?" Jeni was taken back by his comment. She started
to blush, and said, "Come on, Nicky, don't tease me like this. I just want to
see one dance." "Hey I ain't teasing. I'm just curious. But you know the rules.
You don't have to answer any question you don't want to. If you really want to
see a nude dancer, you'll have to sit through several dances. They don't take
everything off at once. Okay, tell you what, let's have another drink. You watch
the broad and then we'll leave, okay? I still have my rounds to make tonight.
And I can't very well do it with you with me." Jeni wasn't listening to him. Her
mind was fighting with itself over his first question. She reached over and
pulled his head close to her. Pressing her mouth up against his ear, she
whispered, "You do." "I do? I do what?" Nicky looked at her. Jeni again blushed
as she said, "Turn me on." Nicky sat there, his blue eyes fixed on her. She
could feel the blush deepen as it suddenly felt very hot in the place. She tried
to break away from his gaze, but it was if he wielded some strange power over
her. He reached out a hand and caressed her cheek. "Tell me that tomorrow when
you're sober, and maybe we can explore it a bit further." He placed a light kiss
on her cheek. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tight against him. She
felt as if she was in dreamland. She sipped her drink as she watched the girl
dance. The dancer was in the middle of her second number before she removed her
top. Jeni didn't think she was all that good looking. But every time the girl
bent over, a fellow sitting next to the stage would go crazy. She turned to
Nicky and asked him why? Nicky watched the girl for a moment. He suggested to
Jeni they switch places. Changing seats, Jeni's view of the stage was very
different. She was looking directly over the head of the guy by the stage. The
next time the dancer bent over, Jeni saw she wore nothing under the short
spandex skirt. You could clearly see her bare vagina. But that wasn't what was
driving the fellow crazy. Every time the girl bent over, she looked at him
through her parted legs. She then stuck two fingers deep in her mouth and made
as if she was sucking them. She then inserted them deep into her cunt as she
moved her ass up and down. Jeni at first felt disgust, but then she found the
poor guy's antics quite funny. She started to laugh. Nicky, who had been
watching her closely the whole time, started to laugh with her. She leaned over
and gave Nicky a kiss. He pulled her closer and together they continued to watch
the interplay between the dancer and her main admirer. The second song ended and
the girl left the stage. Jeni watched as dancer ducked into room marked Ladies.
She was in there for some time before she returned to the stage. The lights
dimmed further, making it almost impossible to see anything. As the music
started to play, a red spotlight lit up the stage. There in the center, on a
white fur rug, lay the girl. The dancer's body movements were extremely slow and
exaggerated as she moved with the beat. She spent a great deal of time caressing
her small breasts. She would squeeze them together, and then tease and pinch her
nipples until they stood straight out. Jeni didn't believe anyone could have
nipples that large. The more the girl teased them, the bigger they seemed to
get. The girl was now lying on her back, stroking her vagina. The guy sitting up
front appeared to be pleading with her. She would poise a finger just in front
of her vagina and then pull it away. The guy threw something on stage. Jeni
watched as the girl reached for it, and stuck it under her rug. The dancer
manoeuvred herself until she was almost in front of guy and again placed her
hand near her vagina. This time, she didn't pull it away. She forced it deep
into her vagina. Keeping it there, she raised her other hand to her mouth and
began to suck it. After a few moments, she exchanged hands. The poor fellow
looked as if he would fall out of his chair. Again he threw something on the
stage. And again, the dancer grabbed it. She positioned her body until she was
squatting in front of him as she continued to play with her vagina. The guy had
his face so close that Jeni thought he must have his nose pressed tight against
her. The music finally ended, and the guy went wild with his applause. The girl,
moving slowly, left the stage. She disappeared into the washroom. Jeni turned to
Nicky and said, "I can't believe that they would allow stuff like that on
stage." Nicky chuckled, and replied, "This is the sticks, sweetheart. And this
is one of the seedier clubs. In town, you would see an entirely different show.
But out here, they get away with a lot more. The clientele tends to be rougher,
and demands more than the usual bump and grind." "But the girls? Why do they do
it?" "Again, it all depends on the girl herself. Usually it's because they need
the extra money, or can't work in town or both. That girl, Teri? The one that
was just up there? She's only seventeen. She'd never work in town. They'd find
out she was under age." "But here, they're a little more lax. Particularly when
you're willing to do a specialty act like that. But enough of that. You saw your
naked dancer. I still have to do a few things after I take you home." Jeni
agreed that it was time to leave, but she needed to visit the washroom first.
Nicky said okay, he'd wait for her. Coming out of the washroom, she saw Nicky
hand the guy near the stage some money. Nicky headed over to Mixer. He appeared
to say something to Mixer, who roared with laughter. Jeni, making her way to the
door, noticed the guy at the stage get up and move to a dark corner of the room.
Mixer walked by her to the table of girls. She heard him say, "Laurie, you get
lucky tonight. The guy over there is looking for some extra duty." Laurie slowly
got to her feet and went to where the guy was sitting. Nicky told Jeni to hurry
up so she was unable to see much more. Just before she went out the door, Jeni
turned. Though the lighting was dim, she could have sworn the guy had one of
Laurie's breasts in his mouth as she tried to gyrate her hips in front of him.
Chapter Five They had just arrived back at the apartment when Nicky said he had
to leave. Jeni felt angry. "How can you go out again? What about me?" He looked
at her and laughed. "I suggest you get that sexy butt of yours to bed." She
removed her coat, and striking a provocative pose, tried to gyrate her hips as
she had seen the dancer do. "If you really think this ass is so sexy, why are
you leaving it alone?" "I said before we'd talk about it in the light of day
when you're sober. Until then, just go to sleep." He left her standing there.
Feeling a bit foolish and very tired, she stripped to her underwear and went to
bed. She fell asleep almost before her head hit the pillow. When she awoke the
next morning, she felt as if she was dying. Her head screamed in agony. She
could smell food coming from the kitchen, and that did in her stomach. She ran
to the bathroom just in time to wrap her hands around the porcelain bowl as she
felt herself turn inside out. As she lay there gagging, Nicky appeared in the
doorway. He handed her a glass of a murky, foamy concoction, and told her to
drink it. He suggested she take a hot shower, the hotter the better. She
couldn't even answer him, she felt so sick. She placed the glass to her lips and
swallowed. He waited as she drank the foamy drink, and taking the glass, turned
to leave. "When you manage to feel a bit more human, I'll be in the kitchen with
the rest of your cure. Now get that sexy butt into the shower." Nicky left Jeni
lying on the bathroom floor. Her stomach finally settled enough that she thought
she might be safe to move from the bowl. She managed to crawl to the tub and,
slipping over the side, turned on the water. As the water cascaded over her, she
realized she had forgotten to remove her underwear. Not caring any more, she
adjusted the water temperature until she thought she was going to scald herself.
Slowly standing, still not quite too sure on her feet, she held on to the towel
bar. She allowed the water to pour over her head and body. Slowly life seemed to
ebb back into her. Her head still screamed in protest. But at least her stomach
seemed to have taken a respite, and her limbs seemed strong enough to respond to
her requests. She continued to stand under the steaming hot shower until she
felt like a lobster-red, wrinkled prune. Stepping gingerly from the shower,
trying not to move her head, she carefully removed her soaking garments and
threw them in the washer. She dried herself. Realizing she had nothing else to
wear, she wrapped the towel around herself. Slowly she moved to the kitchen, and
sat opposite Nicky. On the table in front of her was some toast and a large
glass of tomato juice. Raising the glass to her lips, she felt her stomach start
to churn again. "Hey, easy," said Nicky, as she turned various shades of green.
"First, start with the toast. You have to build a base. The toast will help
absorb the excess bile and stomach acids." "When you feel ready, sip the juice.
It helps to replenish your bodily fluids. Right now your body is severely
dehydrated. Don't drink it like you did the wine last night. Just take small
sips." The thought of the drinks last night caused her to utter a low, sickly
moan. Nicky started to roar with laughter. "Gee, you don't seem to be as
interested in partying this morning as you were last night." "Oh, stuff it,
Nicky. I'm sitting here dying, and all you can do is make fun of me? How was I
to know what I would feel like this morning? I never really drank before." "Hey,
don't jump on me. I tried to warn you last night. But you didn't listen." Jeni
chose to ignore Nicky and his taunting. She finished the toast and slowly sipped
the juice. Her stomach again seemed to settle. Now if her head would only stop
hurting so much. Nicky left the room. He returned with some aspirin. Handing
them to her, he said, "Take these with the juice." "I can't take them with
juice. I need water." "The last thing you want right now is water, believe me.
Now do as I say and I'll help you back to bed." He waited while she struggled to
swallow the pills and chased them down with a mouthful of juice. "Okay now,
let's get you back to bed." He helped her to her feet and manoeuvred her back to
the living room. Setting her gently down on the couch, he closed the blinds to
darken the room. Returning to her side, he helped her under the covers. Tucking
them in around her neck, he leaned over and gently placed a kiss on her
forehead. The mere touch of his lips on her skin seemed to set off shooting
stars within her skull. She groaned in pain and turned away. She heard him go
into his own room and close the door. She was sure she would die. But her body's
exhaustion took over and she dozed off. Waking later in the day, she was
relieved to find her head no longer hurt. Actually, it was just plain numb. Her
stomach was also almost back to normal. She realized she was naked. She didn't
remember Nicky removing the towel when he had put her to bed, but there it was
lying in a lump at the side of the couch. The thought he had seen her naked, had
actually touched her naked body, caused mixed feelings. She really liked him.
She found him quite attractive. But he was so much older. What if he had forced
himself on her? Jeni sat there as questions seem to flood her mind. Why didn't
he respond to her advances? Why did she find him so fascinating? Did she really
fear he would seduce her? Or, was she more afraid he wouldn't? All this thinking
was causing her head to throb again. She decided she'd be better off if she
tried to eat something. She went to the kitchen. After putting some bread in the
toaster, she went to the fridge and got some juice. As she sat there eating and
slowly sipping the juice, questions again surfaced in her mind. She wondered why
she was so attracted to Nicky. True, he had been kind to her. But she thought
his treating her as an adult, and not placing any demands on her, were the most
probable reasons. And he was cute. Those eyes. God, she'd never seen eyes like
his before. She was falling in love with him. That thought was the most
frightening. Somehow she knew if she was to get involved with Nicky, she
wouldn't be able to put him off like Bobby. With Bobby, she had always managed
to avoid his demands to make love by either jerking him off or, when all else
seemed to fail, sucking him off. Sometimes she thought all Bobby really wanted
was to be sucked off. He was as frightened as she was when it came to making
real love. But Jeni didn't think she could avoid it with Nicky. And she wasn't
sure she wanted to avoid it. She was sixteen now. And if she was going to give
her virginity to someone, she wanted it to be someone as sweet as Nicky. He
obviously knew what he was doing. It wouldn't be like doing it the first time
with some immature high school kid. She sat there fantasizing what it would be
like to feel his hands and mouth on her body. "Damn. Why dream?" she thought.
"He hasn't even looked at me as a woman. Every time I come on to him, he seems
to move further away." "Why doesn't he like me? Hell! I'm better looking than
that skinny dancer last night. I'm even better looking than, what was her name?
Laurie? Yeah, that's it, Laurie. Well anyhow, I know I'm better looking then
either of them. And he obviously likes girls. Just look at those videos."
"Shit," she thought, "that's where I've seen her before. Laurie was one of the
girls on the cassettes in Nicky's bookshelf." Jeni got up quickly from the
table. The room spun around her as she realized she would have to take it slow
for awhile yet. Moving more cautiously, she went to the living room. Going to
the bookshelf, she tried to remember which video she had seen Laurie in. Damn,
she wished her mind was a bit clearer. She glanced nervously at the clock on the
VCR and then at Nicky's closed door. Well, if he were true to form, he shouldn't
wake for at least another hour or two. She wondered if she dared watch the video
while Nicky was in the apartment. She stood there, momentarily unable to decide.
Finally overcoming her uncertainty, she reached u
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