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Author: Sarah Sorana
waitresses.
The blond man paced back and forth in his bedroom, not looking at his bed. He wasn’t wearing a stitch.
Couldn’t take girls to Kay’s Waffles any more, had to find somewhere new, because one middle-aged bitch couldn’t keep her nose out of his business.
That girl would have been goddamn perfect, too.
He took a moment to think of her on her knees, naked, mouth open and ready for him.
Breaking a new girl in was the best part of this shitty job, and he hadn’t had a redhead, a fresh one, in so long.
He stopped and turned abruptly, marching over to the bed.
“Suck me,” he ordered the girl on the bed.
Her eyes had been following him with fear, and she moved over to where he stood so quickly that she knocked a pillow off the bed.
The girl was flinching even before the blow struck.
As she shook herself and got to work, he shut his eyes and pictured the pretty redhead.
If she stayed in town, he would have her.
He would have her.
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ALLIE
It didn’t take Allie long to get settled in to a routine.
She knew she should probably find an apartment if she was going to stick around in this city, but the motel was fairly clean and cheap and she was having decent luck at earning her fifty bucks a day from her drawing of the tourists.
The families with kids, in particular, seemed to tip well if she made their kids happy - and drawings of themselves as princesses and superheroes always made their kids happy.
When she wasn’t drawing, she bought cheap meals at the coffee shop or the diner, or stopped at the grocery store for bread, cheese, peanut butter… she’d never eaten that well in her life.
She wasn’t saving up any money, but it was warm, she had a place to sleep, all the food she could eat, and new art supplies.
Life was pretty damn good.
Sure, she sometimes woke up in a cold sweat from nightmares where she was shoved against walls, pinned to the ground, stripped, groped, humiliated… but not many nights, and she was no stranger to nightmares.
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Allie put the finishing color - yellow, this time - on a princess dress and handed it to the little girl, who spun in a circle and clutched it to herself, she was so happy.
The parents paid her in cash with grateful smiles and she put her sketchbook in her bag, carefully looking around anywhere but at the clock on the next building.
She didn’t have long to wait.
“Hey, hot stuff,” Jesse said.
“Hey, yourself,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
“You free for a walk?” he asked.
“I guess,” she said, with a careful air of indifference. “I can always come back here tomorrow.”
His smile warmed her heart as she headed away from her drawing spot. His long legs could keep up with her easily even when she walked quickly.
Her new shirt rode up a little when she stopped and picked up an old beer bottle, tossing it into a nearby trashcan.
“What are you looking at?” she asked him.
“Cute tat,” he said. “I didn’t know you were inked.”
She laughed out loud.
“Inked? It was my job. I have more tattoos than that,” she said.
“Wait, you do? You did? Is that one of your designs? Can I see it again?” he asked, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and staring at her, his voice rising with excitement.
Allie shrugged. She didn’t see the harm, so she lifted her shirt an inch or so, letting him see the floral tattoo on her hipbone.
“I did that one myself,” she said. “Drew it and inked it. It was one of my first.”
“Damn,” he said. “If that’s one of your first, you must be amazing.”
“I’m good,” she said. “No one’s been unhappy with my work. They’ve been unhappy with their choices, but that’s not my fucking
The blond man paced back and forth in his bedroom, not looking at his bed. He wasn’t wearing a stitch.
Couldn’t take girls to Kay’s Waffles any more, had to find somewhere new, because one middle-aged bitch couldn’t keep her nose out of his business.
That girl would have been goddamn perfect, too.
He took a moment to think of her on her knees, naked, mouth open and ready for him.
Breaking a new girl in was the best part of this shitty job, and he hadn’t had a redhead, a fresh one, in so long.
He stopped and turned abruptly, marching over to the bed.
“Suck me,” he ordered the girl on the bed.
Her eyes had been following him with fear, and she moved over to where he stood so quickly that she knocked a pillow off the bed.
The girl was flinching even before the blow struck.
As she shook herself and got to work, he shut his eyes and pictured the pretty redhead.
If she stayed in town, he would have her.
He would have her.
----------------------------------------------------------
ALLIE
It didn’t take Allie long to get settled in to a routine.
She knew she should probably find an apartment if she was going to stick around in this city, but the motel was fairly clean and cheap and she was having decent luck at earning her fifty bucks a day from her drawing of the tourists.
The families with kids, in particular, seemed to tip well if she made their kids happy - and drawings of themselves as princesses and superheroes always made their kids happy.
When she wasn’t drawing, she bought cheap meals at the coffee shop or the diner, or stopped at the grocery store for bread, cheese, peanut butter… she’d never eaten that well in her life.
She wasn’t saving up any money, but it was warm, she had a place to sleep, all the food she could eat, and new art supplies.
Life was pretty damn good.
Sure, she sometimes woke up in a cold sweat from nightmares where she was shoved against walls, pinned to the ground, stripped, groped, humiliated… but not many nights, and she was no stranger to nightmares.
----------------------------------------------------------
Allie put the finishing color - yellow, this time - on a princess dress and handed it to the little girl, who spun in a circle and clutched it to herself, she was so happy.
The parents paid her in cash with grateful smiles and she put her sketchbook in her bag, carefully looking around anywhere but at the clock on the next building.
She didn’t have long to wait.
“Hey, hot stuff,” Jesse said.
“Hey, yourself,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
“You free for a walk?” he asked.
“I guess,” she said, with a careful air of indifference. “I can always come back here tomorrow.”
His smile warmed her heart as she headed away from her drawing spot. His long legs could keep up with her easily even when she walked quickly.
Her new shirt rode up a little when she stopped and picked up an old beer bottle, tossing it into a nearby trashcan.
“What are you looking at?” she asked him.
“Cute tat,” he said. “I didn’t know you were inked.”
She laughed out loud.
“Inked? It was my job. I have more tattoos than that,” she said.
“Wait, you do? You did? Is that one of your designs? Can I see it again?” he asked, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and staring at her, his voice rising with excitement.
Allie shrugged. She didn’t see the harm, so she lifted her shirt an inch or so, letting him see the floral tattoo on her hipbone.
“I did that one myself,” she said. “Drew it and inked it. It was one of my first.”
“Damn,” he said. “If that’s one of your first, you must be amazing.”
“I’m good,” she said. “No one’s been unhappy with my work. They’ve been unhappy with their choices, but that’s not my fucking
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