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Whitechapel
Date: 3/15/2017, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Death, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, First Time, Horror, Lesbian, Masturbation, Murder, Prostitution, Virginity, Voyeurism, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com
all it held was an extra coin. He put it in her palm. "I hear the news. It's not safe out here for women. You take that and get home." Rose looked at the penny as if she didn't know what it was. She said "Thank you," automatically, without thinking about it, and then again a second time, more firmly. The sailor looked quite pleased with himself, even taking off his cap and making what he probably imagined to be a very respectful gesture as he escorted her back to the street. Half an hour later Rose lay in bed, doss paid with enough leftover for a meal in the morning. She was tired enough to sleep even in spite of the mutterings and unrest of the women in the other beds and the noises of those out on the street who hadn't earned their night yet, but she didn't let herself go to sleep right away. She was busy thinking. In that second when the sailor reached into his pocket, Rose's notions about her own death crystallized. In a way, it was like it had really happened. When the time comes, she thought, it will be no worse than this, because I've been through it already. There was no bottom after this. This heartened her. It was a strange brand of courage, but it was the only one she could afford. *** No one died that night, or the next, or for some weeks, but no one stopped talking about the murders either. The police made reassuring noises about their investigation, but no one (the girls on the street least of all) believed they really had any clue who they were looking for. The ...