1. Mallory Monroe - Birth of a Streetwalker


    Date: 7/2/2016, Categories: Reluctance, Author: Milik_the_Red, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    she made her way down the unremarkable side street known grandiosely as Pasadena Avenue. Mallory felt invisible to them as they drove by, knowing they weren't giving her a second glance. The men who sought girls like her, or at least like she was about to become, were attracted to a certain look. Hookers gave subtle signals to these man and Mallory was giving off none of those. To them, she was just another lost soul going about her lonely life. Turning south on East End, she made her way down the short edge of a hundred year old housing tract. Muted lights burned in the old homes, but none offered her the slightest warmth. She was on her own and the pain of her loneliness ached in her heart as she made her way toward the future she had reluctantly chosen for herself. ‘Goddamn you, Mick! You said you loved us! You lying bastard! How could you just leave us like that?' The salty and bitter taste of anger filled her mouth, but in the burning heat of her fury, her fear was purified into a grim determination. For days, Mallory refused to believe he’d really gone. She told herself over and over that he would be back. The days passed into weeks and only then did she accept that she was truly alone. She tried to keep working, but with no one to help watch Constance, it just wasn’t possible. After missing the third workday that first week, she lost her job at the diner. She tried to get public assistance, but the online forms were impossibly complicated and in the end, it took too ...
    long for them to respond. Once her service providers cut her phone and internet, whatever hope she had of getting government welfare went up in smoke. After that, everything snowballed until she and her baby were mere days from being homeless. She was hungry and scared, but what really terrified her was what might happen to her daughter. ‘I don’t care what I have to do,' she swore to whatever fates that might have cared, 'I'm not taking my baby out onto this street!' By the time she reached the bright lights of the intersection, her fear of what she was about to do was buried under the sickening terror of what would happen if she did not. Mallory looked at the street sign and repressed a shudder at the infamous name it carried. Holt Boulevard. It was the single most notorious hotbed for young prostitutes in the Inland Empire, and it was here that Mallory Monroe desperately hoped to find her salvation. Four lanes wide, the boulevard ran the distance from Gary Avenue all the way to the Ontario International Airport. Along with Mission Avenue, it was the primary corridor for east-west traffic through the Pomona Valley and the conveyor of vehicles it carried never seemed to wane. Standing under the soft, amber light of the street lamps, Mallory removed her satin wrap and rolled it up tightly before slipping it into her purse. For a long moment, she stared in despair at the haunting image of herself reflected in the decades-old store front window. There, hanging like a specter over ...
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