This story describes the day in the life of a young runaway who was turned into a street hooker.
She was very careful and so far it paid off. She always waited until she saw the right person. A person she thought she could trust and maybe someone who would want to take care of her. She waited until she had no other options and then she took a chance.
Four months ago Janey ran away from home, not just home, but from a life of fear and misery. She ran away from unspeakable evil and abuse. She ran to the streets where there was nothing worse than the life she left behind. Her mother was a drunk and her father abused her on a daily basis. At a time when other girls were just thinking about sex, Janey no longer remembered how many times her father had raped her. Long ago she stopped making up excuses for the black and blue marks that covered her body like a tapestry of pain. She almost gave up and then she ran away.
"Do you want a ride?"
She was standing near the intersection. They both knew why she was there, but they wanted to play the game anyhow. The game of "we're not really going to do this" even though they both knew they were.
"I need to make thirty dollars to pay my rent." She didn't know why she said it. It just seemed right and maybe not as bad as some other things she could say. She didn't want to be a whore and she tried to explain to every customer why she was doing it. Mostly, they didn't care. Sometimes they liked the idea that she was almost at their mercy. Sometimes they liked the idea that she was only 14. Sometimes they liked the idea that it only took money to get a young girl to do anything they wanted.
"I can pay that, but what will you do for me?"
"What do you want? Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want to fuck? What do you want me to do?"
"Yes, I want that and I want you to pretend to be my daughter. Can you pretend that?"
"I can do everything you want, but I need fifty dollars, Daddy. Will you take care of your little girl?"
She got in his car and they went to the motel. It was her home and her place of business. She always asked for the money first and they always gave it to her when they saw the promises written all over her face.
She slowly pulled her tee shirt up until her boobs were almost uncovered. She paused as if she was thinking about something important and then quickly pulled her shirt over her head. She knew how to jiggle her firm breasts as her shirt came off without her seeming to notice and she made sure he noticed. She made sure he saw everything she did.
"Just stand there and let me look at you. You've got great tits and I thought for sure you were wearing a bra."
Watching wasn't so bad. Not as bad as having someone touch her although she knew it was going to happen very soon. She would do what he wanted because he would give her more money when she did everything he asked. Later he'd come back looking for her and maybe he'd decide to come by at the same time every week. She had some customers like that already and if she kept pleasing them, it wouldn't be long before she could get off the streets.
She took off her shorts and let him see her tiny white panties. She always wore white when she worked and never wore that color at any other time. She slipped her panties off and put them in his hand. She could see he wanted to hold them and maybe even smell them. She didn't care what he did. She would never wear them again.
"Does daddy want me to help him take off his clothes?" She hoped he did because she could do some things to get him ready and maybe get him to end the session a little quicker.
She started to take his shirt off and found just another flabby middle-aged man hiding underneath the clothes. She knew what she would find and she didn't care. She could turn off her brain and go through the same motions she'd done hundreds of times before. She was already someplace else and he'd never know she left.
"You sure do have big muscles, Daddy. I want to touch you everywhere."
Her words weren't new, but they were what he wanted to hear. She told the same lies that worked on all the other old guys who somehow thought she wanted them. They didn't pay her for sex. They paid for a fountain of youth and she knew how to paint the picture they wanted to see.
He'd been drinking. They usually were and she detested the smell. The stubble on his face reddened her tender skin and his hands hurt her as they squeezed her breasts. He smelled like an old man. She didn't know why, but they always seemed to have a smell that set them apart. She hated it.
"Do you want me to touch your thingy, Daddy?"
She wanted to get started so it could end.
She rubbed his half hard cock up and down on her pussy. It started to grow, as she knew it would. It almost got hard and somehow she was able to guide it inside her no longer private place. It hurt, but not as much as the pain that covered her mind with a blanket of loathing and despair. She hated this. He would continue to paw and violate every part of her body. If she tried to stop him, it would just take longer.
She knew she had to talk to him.
"Oh, Daddy, you feel so big inside my little cunny. Don't I feel tight? How can you get that big thing inside of me? It feels so good. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." He came. He came with a sound that told her it had been awhile for him. She was filled with a reminder that someone paid to get personal. A reminder that she had to do things to get by and not the things other girls her age were doing.
Just a reminder.
"Gosh, what's that white stuff shooting out of your thingy? Can I touch it, Daddy?"
She jacked him off and hoped to drain him before he asked her to suck him dry. He was starting to look guilty so he'd be leaving soon. Thank god. She didn't think she could stand it much longer and she was relived when he started to put on his clothes.
He gave her another twenty.
Then he was gone. She tried to forget.
"Okay little girl, get into the back of the car."
She wanted to run from the police, but she didn't think she could get away. There were two of them. If she ran and got caught, they would kick the shit out of her and then laugh at her battered and bruised body. If she didn't run they would take her back. She couldn't go back. She just couldn't.
"Please don't take me back. They're terrible. They'll kill me."
The patrol car pulled up behind the empty warehouse building. They knew all the places where they could be alone, alone with someone who might be willing to pay a different price for some indiscretion. The policemen liked doing this. There was nothing the women could do about it and they usually put out. The women were always afraid and they usually did whatever the police wanted.
"All right bitch, suck our cocks and we'll let you go."
The usual. Nothing to this. She dropped to her knees in front of the cop who was doing most of the talking. She'd start with him first to get it over with. She unzipped his uniform pants and pulled his partially erect dick out from its hiding place. He undid his pants and leaned back against the car while her mouth enveloped his swollen cock. She played with his balls and hoped she could get him off fast. He came in a hurry and now it was time for the other one. She thought he must like watching when he came almost as soon as he put his dick in her mouth.
"Take off your shorts, girl, and show us what the guys have been paying for baby."
They were going for seconds. She'd be here all day and maybe they'd decide to kick the shit out of her after they were done making her satisfy their needs. Well, she was already into it and decided it was too late to stop now. Maybe it had always been too late to stop.
It didn't matter what she had to do. She wasn't going back. She had three years, four months and eight days to go until her 18th birthday. She would be free, but until then she had to hide and do what it took to make sure she never went back.
She wasn't going back.
They made her take off her shorts and all the rest of her clothes. She was nude in the parking lot where they violated all the intimate parts of her body.
"One eleven to one nine four, your location?"
The car radio shocked everyone back to reality.
"Shit, they're looking for us. We better get our asses back into the streets." She started putting her clothes on as the patrol car drove out of the parking lot. She had a long walk ahead of her.