'Oh, look, someone's coming out!' one in a group of several dozen shouted. Debbi turned away from them arid began to run. The loud clanking of fire engines seemed deafening. She didn't stop running until they were only faint sounds.
'You all right, girlie?' a middle-aged man asked her. He was staring at her peculiar outfit of leather that showed from underneath her coat.
'Yeah, but get the fuck out of my way!' Debbi barked, but the man held her fast. She was too weak to escape his hold.
'Take it easy. Maybe I can help you out,' he added, lust Written on his features.
'I had a fight with my old man. He kicked me out. I need, some bread,' Debbi said breathlessly. She still could sell her body.
'Okay. I know a couple of guys out of town who could use a few laughs. They'll throw in a twenty apiece,' the man suggested. The price was insulting. She'd been a two-hundred-a-night chick. And this cheap son of a bitch offered only twenty miserable dollars apiece. But times were lean. And Debbi wanted to get out of the area in a hurry.
'All fight. But I need a dress. I'll tell you the size,' Debbi said.
'Good. I got a car. Let's get in,' the man urged, ushering her into a vehicle by the curb. They made a stop at a dress shop and the man bought her a cheap shift. It was far more functional than the leather outfit. She put it on over the leather uniform even as the man drove through the deserted side streets of Toronto. They were out of the city proper in a few minutes.
'Where is this place?' Debbi asked.
'Just up ahead,' the man answered. He pulled the car into a roadside diner. Several cars were there.
'This is the place?' Debbi asked, not bothering to conceal the contempt in her voice.
'It's a good place. And it's clean enough,' the man said. Debbi could see that he thought of her only as a cheap tramp. If that's what he wanted, that's what he would get.
'What goes on here?' Debbi asked, shivering in the cold as she got out of the car.
'You'll see,' the man answered, opening the door and pushing her inside. Five males of various ages and sizes were drinking beer at the bar. A couple was eating dinner in the corner and an old man was seated alone at another booth. The cook was also apparently the waiter, ansi he was an ugly brute who sized her up with hot lust in his eyes. He nudged all of the barflys and they turned around to get a look at her.
'Whoooeee, hello, Mama!' one black-toothed younger man chuckled. The others grinned their approval of what they saw.
'She's hot for a little fun,' the man who had brought Debbi said.
'So are we, eh, boys?' a pot-bellied man in a
t-shirt commented. The others chuckled like a herd of braying jackasses. The black-toothed youth got up and played a series of popular songs on the jukebox.
'Dance it around,' the man who brought Debbi suggested. She was physically sickened by what she was about to do. The men were nothing but repulsive animals. But perhaps she deserved it for the life she led. It was fitting that she be punished for her treatment of others.
'Yeah, yeah, take it all off!' the men howled in unison as Debbi removed her coat and shift. She wiggled about in her leather outfit to their lecherous delight. They scratched and pulled at their crotches in anticipation of what was to come.
'Show us them tits,' the black-toothed youth demanded, and Debbi took off her bra. As her ripe tit shook, each man fumbled in his wallet for the price to tuck her.
'Twenty bucks for your best shot,' the man who had brought her commented. He collected up the money and ushered her into a back room. The young couple had disappeared when they realized what was about to happen.
'This is a shit hole,' Debbi commented, noticing a broken mattress lying in the corner of the storeroom. She took off her skirt and the man began to breathe faster.
'We ain't got no palace. But you sure look like a queen,' the man said, his cock causing a swell in his pans.
'Thanks. Send them in one by one,' Debbi instructed. She sat down on the mattress. The boots stayed on, though Debbi doubted these rustics had enough sophistication to appreciate the kinky deviation.
Her estimate was right. The first six men merely
jumped on her and fucked away. They had no technique, and when she put her well-developed pussy muscles to work on their pricks inside other, they all ejaculated quickly. The men hadn't exhausted her, though her cunt was sore from the workout. Her breasts were also a bit bruised from their rough handling. They were like a bunch of horny high school boys, fudking like jackrabbits and grabbing a feel of tit as they went. Now only the man who had picked her up remained to be satisfied.
'Those bastards don't have any idea how to fuck a woman,' Debbi lamented. The bleary-eyed weasel of a man would no better.
'What do you want, Miss Fancy Cunt?' the man chided.
Debbi laughed at him. 'None of them would kiss me. Afraid, I guess; How about you?' Debbi teased.
'Don't crap me. I did you a favor, you know. Jeez, you're all soaked down there,' the man commented with displeasure. He quickly stopped his tentative exploration of her cunt.
'What did you expect? Those bastards had a lot of come stored up. And I know why. No decent woman would touch them. Only a whore,' Debbi said, watching the man remove his pants. He wore no underwear. His prick was hard and of modest size. A clear drop of fluid glistened on the tip. Debbi ran her fingers over the prick, rubbing the lubricant into the pulpy head.
'Oh, suck it for me,' the man breathed, looking like he would come just from her touch. She wanted to hassle him for more money, but thought better of it.
'Come in my mouth,' Debbi ordered. She continued to fig his dick as her mouth sucked the
entire length. She let some of it out just in time to feel the man's load pouring into her mouth. He shook for a moment, then forced her head away as the friction of her lips after climax was too rough on his sensitive dick. Debbi made a big display of spitting the come out. But the man didn't seem to give a damn.
'How about my bread?' Debbi reminded him. She dressed quickly.
'Here,' the man said, handing her only seventy dollars.
'What's this shit? I want the entire one hundred forty!' Debbi demanded.
'You'll take half. I helped you earn it,' the man said.
'The flick you did! You give me all the bread or I'll tell those flickers how you're taking their money. They'll kick the living shit out of you for that,' Debbi threatened. The man squirmed and sadly handed over the rest of the money.
'Whore,' he whispered under his breath as she left. She chose to ignore the comment.
'Can I give you a lift?' the black-toothed youth offered. The others at the bar laughed at his enthusiasm.
'No thanks,' was all Debbi said in reply. She quickly left. The wind was cold, but she braved it and began walking down the highway.
Debbi felt it was all over now. There was nowhere to go and nothing to do. She could whore for twenty dollars for the stinking scum that hung around the taverns. But death would be better. She sat down next to the highway. The cold increased when she stopped moving. This would be the end of the road.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Several cars passed without any of the occupants paying attention to Debbi. Her exposed legs were already a bright red. And she barely felt any pain when she pinched them. Her face was also red from the wind burning across it. And she felt so tired.
At first, Debbi didn't notice the car that pulled off the road. But she became aware of a tall man moving toward her. He was dressed like the locals, but his smile was genuine.
