Leaving/James/Leave/City/Alley
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When you wake up, you've rolled over to your side. As you're waking, you realize you're not alone, and you feel something under your cheek. | When you wake up, you've rolled over to your side. As you're waking, you realize you're not alone, and you feel something under your cheek. | ||
| - | "Wakey wakey." A woman's voice says. She tips your head up with her foot so that you're looking up at her. "I need you to get the fuck out of the alley." She's dressed in a tube top and a denim skirt, with heavy makeup and painted nails. The foot she's moving your head with is wearing one of a pair of high heeled sandals. She looks more irritated than angry. And tired. | + | "Wakey wakey." A woman's voice says. She tips your head up [[Leaving/James/City/Foot| <font color=black>with her foot</font color>]] so that you're looking up at her. "I need you to get the fuck out of the alley." She's dressed in a tube top and a denim skirt, with heavy makeup and painted nails. The foot she's moving your head with is wearing one of a pair of high heeled sandals. She looks more irritated than angry. And tired. |
"Sorry." You say, sitting up, rubbing your face. "I'll leave, gimme a second." You try to shake yourself awake. | "Sorry." You say, sitting up, rubbing your face. "I'll leave, gimme a second." You try to shake yourself awake. | ||
Current revision as of 21:46, 13 May 2016
As it gets later, you find an unoccupied alley to set down in. You drift off to sleep, not fully intentionally, leaning against a building.
When you wake up, you've rolled over to your side. As you're waking, you realize you're not alone, and you feel something under your cheek.
"Wakey wakey." A woman's voice says. She tips your head up with her foot so that you're looking up at her. "I need you to get the fuck out of the alley." She's dressed in a tube top and a denim skirt, with heavy makeup and painted nails. The foot she's moving your head with is wearing one of a pair of high heeled sandals. She looks more irritated than angry. And tired.
"Sorry." You say, sitting up, rubbing your face. "I'll leave, gimme a second." You try to shake yourself awake.
"Damn. You're too cute to be sleeping in an alley." She says.
"Is that an offer?" You ask.
She leans down and grabs your chin. She turns your head this way and that, examining you. "Stand up." She says, and you do so immediately, which she seems to enjoy. She looks you over for a few seconds. "Ugh, these clothes." She pulls up your shirt.
"Wha- hey!" You protest, and go to put your shirt down but she swats your hand.
"Don't be such a baby. Do you want a place to stay or not?" She asks, and you stop and just look away. She feels your stomach and waist, then grabs your butt, making you jump. "Stop." She orders, and runs her hand down your leg. "Alright. A little work but I think I can use you." She steps away.
"Use me for what, exactly?" You ask, concern ruling your tone.
"Well that depends on you. I'm sure as hell not giving you a place to live for free, but if you're up for it I know a couple ways you can pay." She says.
"Such as?"
"Well for one, I have a serious lack of boys working the street. My customers are probably looking for boys half as often as girls, but I just can't find guys willing to work. That being said, I can always use more girls, even if they aren't girls when they get off work. But, I can understand not wanting to put yourself out there like that, and ordinarily I wouldn't offer this, but I like you. If you want, I'll keep you at my place as my personal boy toy, you keep me happy and I keep you indoors and fed." She says. "So, what'll it be? You want a place to stay?"
