Runaway choices
By Oneheavyhand


Keywords: Mf, oral

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especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex
between adults and minors.

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** Foreword **

This story started as my attempt at editing another I had posted
months back. However after only a few changes I realized I was
taking the story down a path that would stand on its own as a
completely different story. Should you delve deap enough you may
find this story is less about the sex and more about thoughts and
choices such as, why would a teenage girl run away from a safe
and happy home and what could keep her from seeing the path back
home. In this, the first chapter, I would like to introduce two
of my key actors. Darael who himself has made many choices, a man
who as you will see later, learned to make the most of each and
every one. And Jackie, a young lady who like so many others
didn't stop to take a look at what she was giving up with the
choices she made.

As I still have no editor, I hope you can overlook the gramatical
errors and accept the story as it was ment. Enjoy!

** Foreword **
	
	Darrell sat across from the bus station with the sports page
open in front of him. The day's hustle and bustle slowly coming
to an end around him as the cool air of night began to settle in.
Page by page Darrell glanced at each article, he had read them
all three times already and had them committed to memory. Between
each line he looked up at the passersby, an old man, a child with
his mother, everyone received a moment of his attention. His
coffee had grown cold as he sat cataloging the comings and goings
around him, soon enough the last bus would run and the cold night
air would send him home.

	The bus unloaded behind the old station, a dozen cramped men and
women grabbing their bags and making their way either to the
parking lot or lobby. The station master watched as for a moment
the travelers mixed with the homeless already filling the
benches. He could easily clear the lobby out, sending the
wretched smell out into the cold night air, but he wouldn't.
Instead he waited for the last of the passengers to make their
way through the bagged belongings of his tenants then closed the
window and locked the door to his refuge. With a tip of his hat
it was his turn to leave through the glass doors, the cold night
begging a warm night cuddled up to his little lady at home.

	Darrell had seen the old man a thousand times. The station would
be empty save the few unfortunates who would sit the night out
pretending to wait on the morning bus to someplace they would
never see, or had not seen in more years than they could
remember. Each had their own story, a few Darrell knew more of
than he truly cared to, and all to many times he had taken
pleasure in moving that story along if only by a page.

	For just a moment the man's mind slipped, his vision filling
with ghosts of the past. Memories of nights not so unlike this
one where he had warmed himself with the comforts of a young lady
who begged a few dollars for a meal. The alley behind the dinner
between the tall metal dumpsters made the perfect wind break.
Even better, the smell of fresh garbage covering the odor of her
unwashed body.

	The girl pushed her head out of the station door, looking into
the dark of night and catching the chill of the air across her
face. She only needed a little fresh air, enough to clear the
rancid odor of the people sitting around her. The cool air
excited her skin, goose bumps forming in little patches where the
air touched flesh. A short stroll that was all she would need,
then come morning Alex would be there.

	The blond couldn't have been but 14 at the oldest, perhaps 4 and
a half foot tall. A bit young for a runaway, though not the
youngest to have made it to Hollywood by bus. Stars on the mind
and in the eyes had brought men and women, boys and girls. None
seemed immune to the glamour and riches devised in the heads of
those who came to see their names in the marque lights. There was
truth in the song "All that glitters is not gold". Few had enough
talent to find themselves a job as a server let alone a studio,
even fewer the guts to make it into the inner circles of the up
and coming.

	Seeing the blond slip back into the station, Darrell folded his
paper and picked up his half full cup of coffee. He knew the girl
would be their come his morning vigil. He had seen that face a
hundred times, the look of hope and fear in a child’s eyes. It
was the same look that had been in his own twenty years before
when he stepped out of that same station his first time.

	He had not seemed to move, the same paper and the same cup of
coffee sitting beside him each time she left the shelter. Not
that he was more than a side note, albeit a slightly freaky one.
Still nothing more than an oddity to give her something to think
about other than Alex, Who it seemed was going to be late. Alex
had promised to be there no later than eight when they last spoke
three days before, with it now closer to noon Jackie was starting
to wish she had made him give her his phone number.

	Darrell noticed everything, from the way the girl came out every
fifteen minutes or so to the way she looked up and down the
street as if expecting someone to show any second. He had almost
overlooked the girl when she first made her entrance that
morning, she had looked far different the night before in her
modest jeans and tee. She had spiffed herself up that morning
however, the jeans replaced by a pair of denim shorts to show off
her long thin legs and her tee traded in for a red short sleeve
blouse now tied up just inches below her breast. Darrell had no
doubt she had even gone to the trouble of stuffing her bra, no
girl grew that much overnight.

	With the first rumblings of her stomach she knew Alex was not
going to show. She knew better but wanted so much for it all to
be true, she had talked herself into believing him when he told
her of the parties and money, trusted him when he told her she
could become a star. Jackie had fallen in love with the man who
claimed to be a talent scout, told him her deepest secrets and
spent hour on hour posing in front of her laptops web cam so he
could get just the right pictures for her portfolio. She had even
posed naked at least twenty times before she read the email
saying he might have an interview for her.

	It was a two bit movie according to his email, but he was sure
she could get the lead if he could give the Director just the
right girl. Jackie was hooked, logging on as soon as her parents
were asleep then quietly waiting for his screen name to show
online. Alex was all business, strong, decisive, rich, and hot,
everything she dreamed a real agent to be. So when Alex told her
he needed live shots of her in action, Jackie just knew her boat
had come in. For nearly a month each time she asked if she had
gotten the part, Alex would tell her he needed something more to
convince the director.

	Jackie knew it was wrong when Alex had her using a brush to
"simulate" having sex with her co-star, still she wanted to
believe it was getting closer to her big break. When it happened,
she jumped. She never thought for a moment that he might be
looking for an out. All she could think of was her Alex telling
her he had gotten the interview. All she had to do was come up
with the bus ticket and he would do the rest. Jackie couldn't
miss the opportunity, and she knew once she was a star her
parents would forgive her the $210 bus fare.

	The hot dog and soda cup hadn't moved in over an hour. Nor had
the man as far as she could tell, his paper still open and his
legs still crossed comfortably. She was really hungry now, hungry
and scared. Another hour passed, her stomach growling loudly as
she watched the man look at the woman standing beside him and
nod. Jackie had seen the woman in the station the night before, a
comely woman in her thirties who had smelled of sweat and piss.
Again her stomach turned as the woman took the food and quickly
stuffed it down her throat, following it with the soda before
disappearing around the corner. Darrell looked across the street
seeing the blond girl watching through the glass doors. He had
been there before and knew her curiosity and hunger would bring
her around.

	Folding his paper Darrell followed the woman around the corner
and then into the alley. A glance to the side as he entered the
dark path his quarry a blur of blond hair as she ran across the
road. Sara knew the deal and stood waiting between the trash cans
as her benefactor arrived. Neither saying a word as he slowly
opened his pants, waiting to hear the patter of feet on the wet
pavement before motioning Sara to her knees.

	Jackie didn't know why she was so interested in following the
man, she knew what had happened as soon as the man stood up.
Still there she was hiding behind a stack of boxes just inside
the alley, her eyes glued to the couple. Her hand covered her
mouth as she watched the kneeling woman work her head back and
forth, she knew but hadn't believed such things happened. Her
body shuddering as the man took hold of the woman’s head and
pulled it hard against his belly. Was this her future, had that
woman been like her once? Jackie felt her fear form a lump in her
throat, her heart seeming to be torn from her chest even as she
watched the woman fall limply to the ground.

	He paid no attention to the woman, or Jackie as she tried to
become the shadows. He had done what he set out to do, to let her
know the price of living on the street. He had performed the same
ritual hundreds of times, his moment of release both a warning
and an offering to some young child who like him chose the wrong
path. Would this one find a way home or make a new one? Would she
lie in the alley, used and thrown away? Would she follow his own
steps? All questions he had answered once himself.

	Jackie spent the evening begging from the beggars and being
chased from bench to bench as the regulars refused her anything
more than a few words of advice. "Take it, it’s good and its
free." one said after telling her to go home. But they didn't
understand what Jackie had done, she had stolen from her parents.
She had been the one to go into her mother’s purse and taken the
ATM card, and it had been her who had purchased the bus ticket,
and it had been her who had stolen away in the night to meet a
man who lied for a show.

	Her mom and dad had instilled a sense of worth in her from
birth, and she knew everything had a price if not in cash then
trade or work. And she knew the price if she crossed that street,
if she could only outlast the cramps ripping through her stomach.

	Darrell watched out of the corner of his eyes as the blond girl
stood beside him. He kept the smile off his face, waiting for her
to make the first move. Looking at her only after she addressed
him directly, "Sir, I... I seen you here, and I seen you haven't
eaten your lunch. I... I was wondering. I haven't eaten in like
two days and if you’re not gunna eat it. Could I have it?"

	Darrell picked up the dog and drink, nodding for the girl to sit
as he asked, "What brings you to this stink hole?" Darrell had
seen that look of surprise a hundred times before, just as he had
heard the excuses most tried to believe. Darrell Knew the
difference and Jackie could see the truth as she looked back into
his eyes, her story unfolding as time passed unnoticed around
them. Her story hadn't been so long when she had thought it
through the night before, but as night began to fall and her
belly to ache she described her shame and humiliation to the odd
man on the bench.

	Her story told Darrell sat silent, watching the sun set over the
high rises around them. His words carefully chosen to fit her
story and only hers. "Sounds like you got yourself into a tight
corner. And to be honest, you might want to call home and pray
they don't hang up. That or find a job, nothing but a belly full
of pain living out here."

	The words hit home, each thought plucked from her mind and
screamed for the entire world to hear. The truth of the words all
the worse coming from a stranger, a man who she knew to be no
saint. No matter what or who the words had come from, they stung
deep enough to bring tears to Jackie’s dark green eyes. She had
done the unthinkable, the unforgivable. She couldn't forgive
herself, how could she ask the ones she had hurt.

	"I can give you a place to stay, it's not free but safer. Same
with meals." Darrell looked at his watch then pulled his jacket
around him as he gave her a few seconds to think. "Looks like
another cold one, think I'll retire early tonight."

	Jackie looked up at the man, her voice shaking again as she
tried to form her thoughts to words. "Did it hurt?"

	"What?"

	"The lady yesterday?"

	"Do you want to know?" he asked as he extended his hand palm up.

	Jackie's heart raced, her belly trembling and her sight clouded
as she took his hand and followed. She was scared, each shadow a
monster waiting to jump, every light pole hiding some unknown
beast wanting to tear out her pulsing heart. The man said
nothing, leading her slowly away from the only place she knew in
the whole of the city. The clacking of his shoes on concrete the
only sound louder than the drumming of blood in her ears. The
sight of the well kept Mercedes brought tears to Jackie’s eyes,
her dreams already shattered now slipping from her grasp. The
roaring of the Mercedes engine toppled the last of Jackie’s ivory
tower, her face hidden by her hands as she cried. Darrell’s hand
a comforting touch as he pointed the car towards the hills.

	The tears had dried up long before the car pulled up to the
automatic gate, the house slowly coming into view around the dark
sandy berm. Like the car the house was more than Jackie had ever
been in. The mulit-story home like something she had seen in Iron
Man. "You live here?" she gasped lightly as she bent her head
down to look up at the lights coming through the glass panels of
the top floor.

	Darrell knew how she felt, he had experienced it himself once
and seen it on a hundred faces. The magic had faded long ago for
him, though he never tired of seeing the look of amazement on a
guests face. Jackie’s glazed look didn't stop with the outside of
the building, the bright whites and yellows of the ultra-modern
decor giving her eyes whiplash as Darrell lead her through the
vestibule and up the stairs to the main room. The plush chairs
and thick soft carpet things she had only dreamed of while the
paintings and photos of nearly naked women reminded her of the
stark realities.

	Jackie stopped at one photo that had drawn her attention. The
woman seemed little older than herself she thought as she studied
the woman’s face. She was standing with her side to the camera,
her face with a coy look turned to face the photographer while
she pushed her tush against a large white ball and her hands
against a darker one in front. Jackie chuckled sarcastically as
she read the title "Double Scoops" printed in gold lettering
along the bottom of the frame.

  	Darrell was setting a camera up on a tripod when Jackie turned
around, his eyes seeming to bore into her as he asked, "Do you
like my work?"

	Another look at the photo then the camera and Jackie shivered.
"Is that what I have to do?"

	"If you mean pose, yes. That and more, but not tonight. Tonight
all I ask is you pay me back for the hotdog and the safety of my
home."

	"You mean like the woman in the alley?"

	"I never said different."

	Jackie looked again at the camera as her host moved the rig to
the left of the couch. She watched as he pulled a control from
his pocket and began pressing buttons. She took a few steps into
the main room to see what he was doing, her eyes darkening when
she saw hanging on the wall beside her a huge screen displaying
the couch and Darrell. "Then why this?"

	"You've been on camera before, just think of it as an audition."


	Jackie stood by the wall until Darrell sat down, moving closer
only once he had opened his slacks. She was standing almost
between his legs before getting her first real look at his penis
as it lay like a thick white snake atop his curly pubic hair.
Jackie had been with two boys in her whole life, neither had
asked her to suck them though she was well aware that girls often
did. She hadn't really looked all that good at either of the
boy's, but she didn't think they had been as big or long as the
one now waiting her attention.

	The whirring sound of a motor greeted her as she let her knee's
bend and her body drop between his legs. Her eyes glistening as
she told herself she would have done the same for Alex had he
been the one taking her home. Looking up at Darrell she reached
forward with her right hand, the top half laying double over her
fingers as she brought it to her trembling lips. Fighting her
want to run away, Jackie opened her mouth and took the head onto
the tip of her tongue then held her breath as the snake began to
grow.

	It didn't seem natural, how could the woman have taken so much
she thought to herself as she put her left hand up to help steady
the massive piece of flesh. Her urge to flee held in check only
by her fear of the cold and hunger that waited her at the
station. Ever so slowly she acted out the stories she had heard
from her girlfriends at school, her mouth sliding two inches down
past the head as she wiggled her tongue back and forth across the
bulging flesh.

	Darrell worked the camera using the remote he had hidden at his
side. He had become well practiced over the years both at running
the studio camera as well as keeping his mind off the one between
his legs. He knew the longer she spent trying to finish him off
now the harder she would work when it was time to make him money.


	Jackie's mouth was beginning to hurt from being stretched open
so long. She was already jerking his cock and fondling his balls
like her girlfriends had bragged, she had even tried to get him
farther into her mouth like the lady at the station. She was
thinking nothing would make the man cum when she felt his hands
on the back of her head, her body stiffening as she realized what
he was about to do. The harder she pushed against him the harder
he pulled her head, Jackie knowing it was a losing battle when
with a sudden jerk her gag reflexes took over.

	He pushed no farther, holding her in place for a second then
letting up long enough to let the girl stop gagging. A tap on the
back of her head a silent order to continue before he did. A tear
slipping down her enlarged face, the screen gave Darrell the
perfect view of Jackie's lips as she forced herself to take the
handful of cock.

	It was not long before Jackie realized she no longer felt the
urge to gag, her mouth seeming to form fit around the head of her
hosts cock the longer and faster she bobbed her head. Jackie was
even starting to enjoy listening to her host’s groans, she knew
from the sounds her ex-boyfriends had made that she was now doing
exactly what he wanted liked. Then came the most painful burning
in her throat she had ever known. One second she was wondering
how he made his cock quiver as it was, the next he was shoving
her nose into his belly. Jackie pushed her hands into his legs
then beat her fist on his arms as she tried to escape.
	
	Through the haze Jackie remembered the woman in the alley and
knew he was cumming. It was all Jackie could do to stop fighting
and start swallowing, the last of his cum sliding into her
stomach as with a loud pop he pulled her head from his lap. With
a loud rush of air Jackie sucked in all the air she could hold
before sputtering and hacking, her lungs forcing out the last few
drops before everything turned black.

	Jackie came around, her eyes opening to the sight of her host
still sitting above where she had fallen. A grin on his face as
he finished closing his zipper then leaned over to help her sit
up. "Nothing any worse than the first time you get throat fucked.
Up to you, you're welcome to stay if you're willing."

	She had her answer, and yet like all of the girls whose pictures
no hung on the walls she could only see the shame. Jackie hacked
up a ball of flem, the salty flavor of her hosts cum on her
tongue as she swallowed. Her eyes turning down as she realized
she didn't even know his name.

	


	To be continued ...