1. Mallory Monroe - Birth of a Streetwalker


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

    a hand-painted, green, white and red banner, Mallory saw an overly-thin, blond girl wearing nothing but a short, blue denim skirt and a white, crocheted halter top. Satisfied, if not entirely pleased by her look, Mallory began the slow walk east, toward the traditional cruising ground of men prowling for young women and cheap ass. As notorious as Holt was for providing these men with the youngest of whores, the reality was slightly different. Mallory had innocently walked these streets every day for the last two years, and at just barely twenty, she knew how rare it was for a girl her age to be selling herself like this. 'Especially a white girl,' she ruefully thought. Walking aimlessly, as if she were not actually trying to get anywhere, she made a point of making eye contact with every driver who passed in the oncoming lane. It was a look she had seen countless times before. It was a look that said 'I'm available' to any man who cared to return her gaze. She had been walking for less than five minutes before a black Camry pulled up to the curb in front of her. Mallory felt a wrenching tension knotting in her belly as the car rolled to a stop. While the dark tint in the windows prevented her from seeing the man inside, she could almost feel his gaze burning into her. He would be appraising his find, judging her completely on how much he wanted to use her body to satisfy his lust. Nervously, she glanced up and down the street. The shame of what she was about to do welled up ...
    in her heart and yet she caught herself praying a police cruiser wouldn't suddenly roll up out of the darkness. Her heart and mind warred violently over what she was doing. She was terrified, but her need to provide for her child proved more powerful than her fear. Nevertheless, making that first, hesitant step toward that passenger window was the most difficult thing she'd ever done in a young life already filled with impossible decisions. With a low whirr, the darkened glass slid down as she approached. Standing on the curb, Mallory leaned into the car, exposing her bottom to the cold, night time air. The man inside was about ten years older than she. He was a white man, and his short, dark hair was parted and combed over in the classic businessman's cut. He was overweight, but not grossly so and looked decent enough in the dark tones of the casual suit he wore. The gold band on his left ring finger caught the amber radiance of the street light as his hand rested on the wheel. "Ah, hi. I just saw you out here and I kinda thought you might be..." As his voice trailed off into an insecure silence, Mallory sensed that he shared her nervousness. Somehow, that made the whole situation easier for her. Even though he was looking at her with undisguised desire, his lack of confidence was somehow comforting to her own. She might even have thought it cute under different circumstances. Still, the relief she felt was very real and the smile that appeared on her face was anything but ...
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