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Street Kid  She had almost forgotten her name. They called her CD because she used to steal and sell them for food, back when she hid from the pimps and dealers, sleeping in alleys and under stairs. But she wasn't hiding any more. Now she was the scourge of the street, tall blonde and dangerous, with a gun and a license to find the runaways littering the dirtiest streets of New York. But tough as she was she had a fatal weakness, for the streets had made her an unreformed slut and exhibitionist, and not all of the men she taunted and tempted with her lush, beautiful body could be denied, no matter how wild and dangerous the ride.   $5.95   32,000 words                                              OR TO RETURN TO LIBRARY click here

ONE

Sudden moonlight shone into her face and CD blinked. She looked up, surprised at the sight, then grinned. It was only a reflection off an anonymous glass walled skyscraper. Unless it was directly overhead, you seldom saw the moon on the streets of New York.

She walked purposefully down the street, eyeing the wide and sometimes strange menagerie of lounger’s loiterers and strollers with a mixture of distaste and wariness.

The New York of the high fashion districts, the Broadway plays and the Wall Street brokerage houses might as well be on a different planet. The dignified matrons in their jewels and furs and the arrogant yuppies had been replaced by an odd assortment of prostitutes, pimps, freaks and junkies of all ages and sexes.

CD nodded and smiled to some as she passed. She had been on the streets herself once. She hadn't been much different than them. It had only been a few years since she'd wondered where her next meal would come from, or where she'd camp down for the night, or day.

She shook her head and sighed. Maybe she was getting old or something; enjoying the rich life and looking down on the people she used to live with.

She had never been into drugs or hooking, but it had been close a couple of times. It wasn't something she got nostalgic about. Nostalgic? She must really be getting old. She could remember all the way back to when she'd run away from home, and that was... eight years ago now.

She manoeuvred around a pair of aggressive drunks raining abuse on each other. If you could remember back almost a decade and think of it as yesterday did that make you old, even at twenty-two? It had been kind of fun, after she'd adapted anyway, and it had left her with a distinctive identity, and an almost unmatched knowledge of the ins and outs of street life.

She watched a pale, thin teenaged girl get into a dark sedan, a fat; drooling man reached over and grabbed her breast before pulling away from the curb. CD made a disgusted noise. The idea of whoring with creeps like that made her sick, yet she accepted it easily enough in her friends.

At one time she had done some figuring and realized that damn near every friend she had was a hooker, both girls and boys.

She still wasn't sure how she'd avoided a like fate. It wasn't as though the pimps hadn't tried their hardest to recruit her. She was not exactly a late bloomer, after all, and even at fourteen her lithe young body and firm, full chest had attracted a lot of attention.

So had her face. She had an exquisitely lovely, fragile looking face, with wide, innocent blue eyes and a small snub nose. Her mouth was small too, pouty, with thick, sensual lips and perfect rows of ivory teeth. Her face was framed by long thick blonde hair that fell haphazardly down over her shoulders in a golden wave, and floated behind her as she moved. She was six feet tall, and had long, long legs that were perfectly sculpted.

Oh yes, the pimps had gone after her all right, had they ever.

At first she'd used her long legs to run. She'd gotten the nickname "Roadrunner" from her speed, which left even the most determined pursuers in her dust. She'd outlived that title. Few tried to chase her now, or wanted to catch her. She was too dangerous, too ruthless. She'd put more than one pimp in the hospital over the years, and put more than one in the morgue too.

She'd also had a name change.

One night in a warehouse, she'd been wandering around, looking for something to rip off, and had come across a big consignment of portable CD players. She'd loaded up her knapsack with them, then hidden dozens more up above the false ceiling she'd hidden in.

For weeks afterward, she'd lived off the sale of those little machines. She'd gotten to be such a reliable customer at Leos' pawnshop that she was on a first name basis with the sleaze. He'd given her her new nickname by greeting her with "Hey, CD girl!" ever time she went in.

Everyone had been after her to find out where her stash was. The CDs fetched a good forty bucks a pop from Leo in those days.

She crossed the street into the main meat market, 42nd, near Times Square.

Cars moved slowly up and down, examining the merchandise on display, adding their rumbling motor noises to the music pounding out from the bars and porno shops, and the shouts, jeers and laughter coming from the crowds of people lining the sidewalks.

Flashing lights and neon colours bounced and reflected off the dozens of girls and boys wandering up and down. There was also an assortment of pimps, junkies, hawkers, crazies, muggers, weirdo’s, scroungers, and gang members, along with a heavy sprinkling of honest citizenry out for a good sleazy time. America the beautiful, she thought with a grimace.

Her eyes swivelled back and forth as she walked, like ships radar. She sought out everything within range, identified it, then assessed its possible threat.

Fat Mona was sitting on the ledge outside a live sex show that advertised, WHORES GALORE in shiny red neon. Rumour had it she’d killed at least two hookers for crossing her. She was big, mean, and crazy, and capable of anything. One of the few hookers who had no pimp, because the pimps were too scared to have anything to do with her. CD saw the whore glaring at her as she walked past.

Just ahead on her left, was one of the areas nastier pimps, Jackie Lawston. Jackie was a mean little bastard, who liked to play it tough in front of his harem. He was a sadistic bully who always had at least one girl unsaleable due to cuts and bruises. He knew better than to mess with her though.

There were few, if any women CDs' age who could walk down this street unmolested by Jackie and his ilk. There were enough creeps and perverts out even without the streeties, to make life difficult and dangerous here. Even the hookers moved in groups, usually watched over by their pimps.

CD wasn't worried. The years had given her confidence in her own ability to deal with any threat. She wasn't a street kid anymore, but she was still part of this place. She knew it as well as anyone. She knew the threats, how to react, when to run and when to fight, better still, she was good at both.

There was the odd catcall and obscene gesture from jerk off college boys out on the town, and tough talking gang members. She ignored them, or levelled a penetrating stare that mixed equal parts threat, contempt and pity. The taunters usually shut up quickly. There was an aura around the tall graceful woman, a cool steely confidence that intimidated strangers fast.

As for the streeties, few were stupid enough to risk her wrath over a mocking gesture or leering insult. She had proved herself in the past to be a mean and imaginative foe. She knew almost everything that went on, and she never forgot a slight. She also had too many friends.

The only street people that gave her trouble now were the junkies, who were too desperate or brainless to know better, and the gangs, who were too busy trying to prove how tough they were to each other to worry about one lone female, however impressive her rep.

"Hey CD!"

CD stopped and smiled as a pretty brunette in short shorts and halter ran up and hugged her.

"Hi Suze."

"You should have seen this John I had last night CD!" she giggled, "You wouldn't believe how tiny he was!!" Suzanne's eyes danced.” Christ! It was all I could do to keep from laughing. You wouldn't believe it!"

"You shoulda got pictures," CD grinned.

"I shoulda! I shoulda!" the girl laughed.

"Did you charge him half price?!"

Both of them giggled at the idea.

"Suzanne! You got customers!"

They turned towards a tall, barrel chested black man wearing a muscle shirt, leaning in a doorway. CD glared at him and he back. Suzanne sighed.

"I gotta go. You gonna be at Als later?"

"I doubt it. I'll see you around."

She and the pimp exchanged glares again, and she continued on her way.

She stopped for a red light at the corner. There was a brown sedan stopped right next to her. The man leaned over to look at her through the open passenger window. She scowled at him and he retreated, offer unmade. It irritated her that these morons would mistake her for a whore. Whores could be recognized a mile off. Hell, they practically had their own uniforms.

CD was wearing a pair of green silk shirt that buttoned down the front, with loose white pants and flat leather boots. It was far from hooker gear. She comforted herself with the explanation that some people were just too horny or ignorant to know better. Johns seldom gave her any real trouble though. They were a timid lot usually, looking for easy, buyable meat.

"Hey Marty," She waved as she approached the Rialto.

The Rialto was a peep show, filled with little booths that ran five and ten minute cheapie reels of the worst perversions and sexual stunts imaginable. Marty was a hawker. He stood around outside trying to lure the suckers in to drop their change and get an eyeful.

"Hey CD," he called back. "Hows tricks?" He grinned.

"I don't do tricks! You know that," She grinned back.

His teeth showed white against his face. Marty was the darkest shade of black she'd ever seen, one of the few blacks who actually qualified for the name.

"You should see this new reel we got in babe. It's Celia with a big ol pinto pony! That girl's gonna split a seam if she keeps this up."

CD screwed her face up and shook her head in disgust.

"I don't think so," she said firmly.

"I thought you hated Celia," he protested.

"She wasn't exactly my favourite person, but it don't mean I want to see her screwing a damned horse, Marty," she exclaimed.

He laughed, then looked around.

"That little blonde you lookin for, Black Sonny took her in a week ago."

"You know where," she queried.

"I think over on Water Street."

"Thanks Mart, I'll check it out."

She stepped back and drifted away, walking backwards.

"And keep your nose out of them reelies! Don't you know that stuff'll turn you into a psychopathic sex deviant?"

"Hey! I always been one anyways," he yelled back.

Black Sonny, as distinguished from White Sonny, had two places for his stable of girls. Water Street, a dump, and another on fortieth, where he and most of his girls lived. He was a run of the mill pimp. CD had known him for about three years. He didn't impress her at all. It constantly amazed her how the prettiest, brightest young girls would fall for the biggest pack of lies, flattery and bullshit from shit-for-brains people like Sonny. He wasn't even good looking. The man had a face like a schnauzer!

Sometimes she felt disgusted by her own sex. At least the guys who hooked got to keep their own money.

She rounded the corner and skipped over a low fence that surrounded a public parking lot. The place was as brightly lit as Yankee stadium. It had to be for anyone to have any hope of finding their car still intact when they got back.

She zig-zagged in and out of the cars, until she stopped beside her own little Mazda. The sleek, silver RX7 was one of her pride and joys. After all those years of walking, hitching, and bus and subway rides, it was a delight to be able to hop into the comfy little box and glide smoothly along the roadways like the citizens. She slid inside and closed the door.

The inside was all custom. It had everything she could find in the dealers catalogue that looked neat. It had plush leather seats, high tech instrument panel, CD/cassette/AM/FM music system, CB radio, and of course a car phone with a cordless receiver. The handset was small enough to ride around in her pocket unseen. So long as she stayed within fifty yards of the car it worked great. The Mazda was better than most of the places she had lived in her life.

It started with an even growl, then settled to a low gentle purr. Green, red, and orange lights blinked into life on the dash, and soft Blues floated out of the stereo. She sighed and pulled the shiny automatic out of her shoulder holster. She threw it on the seat, rubbing under her arm where the holster chafed a little.

She pulled out into traffic, the engine growling as she accelerated rapidly and raced down the street. CD had never believed in driving slow, even driving at the speed limit was way too slow for her.

She whizzed down the road, letting the wind blow her hair. She was so eager to get home that her foot went a little heavier than usual on the accelerator.

She didn't notice until the red lights started flashing in her rear view mirror. She gazed down in disgust at the forty-nine on the digital speedometer. “Aw shit!” she cursed.

She pulled over and turned into the parking lot of a restaurant that had long since closed. She watched the cop car pull in behind her, rapidly unbuttoning her shirt.

She pulled it out of her pants while watching the cop in the rear view mirror. He was still in his car. She had been stopped so often she knew almost to the second how long it would take the guy to finish checking the computer, gather up his hat, baton, and notebook, then get out of the car and walk up to her.

She slumped down a little and kept her movements slow, but shrugged off the shirt and then opened her bra in front and shrugged that off too. As always when she tried this she felt a shiver of excitement and lust.

She pulled her shirt up and on again, just as the cop's door opened. She bunched up the two sides of her shirt and tied them in a quick knot under her breasts. She looked down and licked her lips in indecision, not wanting to show too too much.

She buttoned one button.

The cop got out, shambling towards her like a half-dead bear.

"Could I see your licence, Miss?" he sighed.

She handed it up to him tiredly.

He looked at the picture then at her. He gave her a double take, though he hid it well.

"You realize you were going almost fifty Miss Simpson?" he asked.

He moved forward a couple of feet so he was facing her better, and so he could see her boobs through the in the tight little halter she'd made, she thought.

He looked kind of cute though.

"Forty-nine actually." she replied.

"Beg pardon?"

“I was goin forty-nine, but I didn't notice till I saw your lights. I was looking forward to getting home and out of this damned heat."

"Isn't this something?" he answered, peeling his shirt away from his chest with his fingertips.

He was about twenty-five or so, with his thick brown hair, cut typically short. He was handsome, in a kind of Rock Hudson, square-jawed kind of way. There were sergeant’s stripes on his sleeve, and the name tag on his shirt said Jordan.

And he really was kind of cute.

She started thinking about something more than just getting a warning instead of a ticket.

"Isn't it ever?" she said. She shifted her body, managing to push her breasts out more. Almost half her thirty six inch chest was visible between her knotted shirt halves, the smooth, golden skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She saw his eyes follow her movements.

"Whereabouts you headed this time a night?" he inquired.

"Home and a cold shower."

"Oh yeah you said that, hah."

He rubbed his hand over his face.

"I could sure as hell use a cold shower myself right about now."

"How long you working till?"

He shook his head in disgust.

"I'm only half way through my shift."

"It must be awful to do this every night." she said sympathetically.

She really couldn’t afford any more points. They’d wind up sending her to fucking driving school again.

"Oh no, not usually. Tonight, it's dead quiet though. You got nothing to do but sweat like a pig."

"Don't I know it." she agreed. "You know," she said, slowly. "My apartment is only a couple of blocks from here, and it's got two bathrooms, with two showers.

"I could, like, loan you one for a bit."

He laughed, and shook his head, then licked his lips considering.

"Well, I'm going to take my break. If you're sure it wouldn't be a bother, I'd be everlasting grateful." His eyes strayed down her lithe, athletic body, then up again to the creamy cleavage sitting nestled in the knotted shirt.

CD was feeling a different kind of heat as she pulled out of the parking lot, the cop a few yards behind. What the hell, he was kind of cute, and she'd had an incredibly boring and rotten night so far. She deserved something - interesting.

He lingered a little behind her as they strolled across the underground lot. "Nice huh?" she asked.

"Huh?" he said, startled.

"The garage. It's nice and cool, compared to out there.

"Oh yeah, great!" he enthused.

She smiled. This guy wasn't paying any attention to the surroundings. She was willing to bet his eyes were fastened on her bottom. Well, that was okay. She had a great ass.

They rode the elevator in silence. He tried not to stare too obviously. CD thought that showed commendable tact.

She had her key in the door before a thought hit her. She turned to him and grinned suddenly. "Hey. What's your name?" she queried.

He laughed. "Dennis, and you're Robin, right?"

"CD"

"CD?"

"Yup, that’s it."

The door opened and she waved him through gracefully.

"There’s a washer and dryer here too, if you want to clean your shirt while you wash up," she offered.

"Hey, that'd be great," he said.

She looked at him as he passed. He was tall! She thought. She was almost six feet, but he was probably over six-four.

"How come cops are always so big?" she wondered aloud.

He laughed and turned around. "Goes with the territory, I guess."

She led him into the living room.

"Want anything to drink? Coke, ice water, beer..?"

"A coke'd be nice.

She opened the fridge, pulled out a can, and flung it across to him. He grabbed it easily, popping it open and drinking down a huge swallow. "Thanks a lot, CD. This's a nice place you got here."

"Thank you." she said easily.

"Excuse me a sec, while I make sure the bathrooms tidy."

She went to her bedroom and stripped, then ran a brush quickly through her hair. Shit! What a mess, she thought in irritation.

Dennis was eyeing the big screen television with interest when CD reappeared in the hallway. She was wearing a short, thin silk bathrobe that did little to hide her figure.

"Jeez, I'm sorry Dennis." she shook her head.” The main bathroom is busted, I forgot about it."

"Oh yeah?" he said uncertainly.

"You can still use the one in my bedroom though; I'll wait till you're finished."

He nodded his head. "Thanks a lot, CD."

She led him down the hallway and into her bedroom. They passed the big four poster bed without comment and went into the bathroom.

The shower was a huge stand-up model, not one of those tubs with a showerhead. CD opened the glass door and motioned him in with a smile, then sauntered out of the room, closing the door behind.

After a few seconds wait, she knocked on the door.

"Toss me your shirt and I'll throw it in the washer."

In a minute the door opened and Dennis appeared, modestly hiding behind the door. CD thought he looked like he was blushing, though it might've been the heat.

She grabbed the bundle and stuffed it into the little washer. Then turned back to the bedroom.

She could hear the shower going as she approached the door. The sound got louder when she opened it and stepped inside.

The steam from the shower was already fighting with the ventilation system to control the room’s temperature. She could see Dennis's shadowy form behind the glass doors. She shrugged off her robe and slid the door open.

Dennis looked up with a start.

"I couldn't wait,” she said. "I just couldn't stand to be all sweaty one more minute. Do you mind if we share?" She looked pouty and kicked one foot against the floor.

Dennis reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her gently inside. The glass slid shut as he enfolded her in his thick arms and clasped her body against his. She pressed her soft, full breasts against his muscular chest and slid her arms around his shoulders as their lips melted together.

She felt the heat rising within her, the heaviness grow in her loins and pelvis. She raised one leg and half curled it around him as she felt his erection pressing up against her, thick, hard, pulsing with life and lust.

She groaned, grinding her body against his, her sensitive nipples hard and fat as strawberries as she rubbed and crushed them against his skin. His hands curled around her, squeezing her bottom tightly, kneading the soft flesh as he pulled her in against him. Their bodies moved heavily against each other as they revelled in the heat and excitement... the feel of flesh against flesh.

His tongue slid into her mouth and her own rose to meet it. They twisted and rolled together like snakes as he turned her around and pressed her against the corner of the shower stall. Water beat down on them, soaking their hair, turning their bodies slick as seals.

He slid his right hand down to squeeze her buttocks, then beneath and along her thigh. He locked his long, powerful fingers around her thigh, then raised it, pressed it back against the wall. He mashed his groin into her, his lips tearing free of her mouth then and darting down under her ear. He bit at the soft flesh and suckled hungrily as his hard cock ground against her pelvis.

He stroked her body with growing hunger, jubilant and almost dazed by his luck, astonished at her beauty and passion, at the strength he felt below her flesh, the firmness of her high, firm breasts, the perfection of her hard, round nipples, and the softness of her downy skin.

She was a dream, a fantasy, a gorgeous face with a perfect body and a sleek, sexy attitude; the only theoretically possible ten on the scale that never ever came along. His cock was throbbing with heat, every touch against the soft heat of her body threatened to explode it. He pushed her back forcefully, panting for breath, needing to pull his flesh free before it was too late.

He held her pinned against the wall, eyes bright and sparkling with excitement and lust. He bent and seized her soft breasts in his hands, sinking his fingers into the luscious, skin, mashing and squeezing them as he bent, opened his lips and sucked in one big strawberry nipple into his mouth.

He sucked furiously, trying to devour her, groaning with lust and blazing passion as he sucked in a great mass of breast meat and suckled frenziedly. He tore himself free and grabbed his cock, pointing it at her soft, gleaming sex. She raised her leg and opened herself, and his cock pierced her.

Her lips were tight, so tight against his cock he was afraid he'd explode before he could get inside. He thrust forward hard, unable to restrain himself. His cock spiked up into her body, producing gasps of pain and excitement. He crushed his body against hers, finally burying his pulsing tool deep in her furnace-like pussy.

Instantly he came, thick, heavy wads of semen blasting up into her womb as he ground himself into her. He chewed violently on her throat, his hands clutching her bottom and the back of her neck, pulling her so tightly against him she couldn't breathe.

He grunted repeatedly, unable to breathe himself as his body shook in overheated sexual bliss. He could feel each individual wad blasting up into her, could feel them shooting out in time to his pounding heart as his hips pounded against her, could feel her pussy sucking them deep as it milked his prong.

Their lips moved together in uncontrollable hunger as he thrust into her. There was no finesse, no expertise. Both were too hot, too uncontrollable. His cock was still rock-hard, his lust still on super-high. He lunged into her again and again, throwing his hips into her with bruising force, slamming her back against the tiles as he rammed his thick, red meat up into her quivering body.

Her pussy tore at his meat, threatening to rip it free of his grinding, pounding loins. She was sopping inside, her pussy walls were jerking and spasming and squeezing his prick with unbelievable strength as she climbed his body, her fingers digging into his back. His mind was totally gripped by a heavy sexual heat, everything else blasted away as he clawed and tore and hammered at her.

His heavy, muscular frame battered her back into the wall. His bulging rod sliced up into her belly with brutal power, almost lifting her off her feet with the force of its deep penetration. His fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing her bottom and breasts with bruising force. He bit and sucked and licked at her flesh, his mouth moving everywhere, sucking on her lips, on her tongue, her earlobes, her throat and breasts and nipples.

He had never been so out of control. His mind was blasted by the force of his own sexual lust and he felt his heart threatening to burst as the heat inside him turned into an inferno.

Yet she was as bad, if not worse. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, her lips and teeth tore at his throat, at his nipples. She bucked back against him and begged for more. She cursed him passionately, drawing him in tighter, harder, smashing her pussy back against his tool.

Her powerful arms went around him, her hands on his ass, pulling furiously, jerking him in against her in time to his savage thrusts, trying to increase the force of his strokes. She grunted and sobbed in pleasure as she felt his cock sawing back and forth against her clitty and rasping through her pussy lips.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped.

"Jesus!" he groaned.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

The first orgasm tore through her and she trembled violently, her head jerking spastically, her mouth opening wide as the force of her climax rippled up and down her spine. His cock pistoned inside her, turning her heat up higher, and the next orgasm approached.

She felt it coming, awaited it eagerly. Her breathing was coming in superheated pants, her head dazed with sexual passion. All her concentration focussed on the big, stiff prong as it pounded up into her guts.

Again she came, jerking and swaying in place, mouth opening and closing repeatedly as her head snapped back against the wall.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh! OH! OHHhhhHhhhhhh! Unggggggggg!" she groaned.

Fire burned along her flesh and bones and blood, and her nervous system disintegrated. The orgasm ripped through her body like an explosion, hurling her mind upwards into the clouds, into the stratosphere. The roller coaster began, orgasm after orgasm parading across her mind as she shuddered and jerked and quivered like an epileptic in a fit, violent convulsions wracking her body as she floated on an all-encompassing sexual high.

His cock was still thrusting up into her with violent force, and as her pussy spasmed and shook around him and her body shook and trembled in uncontrollable lust, he clutched her tightly against him and willed her orgasms to continue, willed her body to cum for him. He felt himself chanting it under his breath cum, you bitch! Cum! Cum!

He felt elated and powerful, knowing he had caused the tall, sleek woman to fall apart, to disintegrate into a frothing, sexual animal. He gripped her hair, jerking her head to one side as he bit down on her throat. He felt her trembling against him, shaking and jerking as her orgasms rippled through her.

His cock gushed again, blasting more frothing white liquid up into her sucking hole, more oil on the fire.

She collapsed against him and he held her tightly, feeling her own heart hammering even over his own. He slid downwards, easing her to the floor of the shower stall, panting for breath as she groaned in dulled delirium.

"Jesus!" he groaned, exhausted by the furious carnal workout.

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