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Tears
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A man wanders down a street in the seedy part of town. 
An area thriving with pimps and hookers, and lowlifes. 
He has a special need and he'll keep looking until that 
need is satisfied. (MF, huml)

***

He wandered down the street slowly, walking leisurely, 
despite the late hour and the section of town. He was 
looking for her, and nothing was going to stop him from 
finding her. Not tonight. Tonight he needed her.

Each time they walked by, he'd look them over, from top 
to bottom. Mostly, though, he'd look at their eyes. And 
each time he found himself shaking his head. No... 
no... too jaded... too old... too rich. Each time, he 
was met with jeers and offers. Each one had something 
to offer him.

"Hey handsome... wanna date? I'm a great date, and I'm 
sure you got a good HEAD on your shoulders."

"Hey stud, I got something you need, right here."

Each time, he smiled. Each time he shook his head. 
Perhaps another night they -would- have what he needed. 
(And God help them if they did) But tonight he was 
looking for Her.

He turned back towards the parking lot. It was pretty 
obvious that he wasn't going to find her. Not here. 
Maybe it was the part of town. Maybe she was on the 
Northside, or the Westside. He would check. He had all 
night.

As he drove along Stetson Blvd., he saw her. She was 
walking much too fast, and a bit clumsily, as if she 
didn't quite have the hang of the high heels she was 
wearing. As if perhaps the tight red latex mini were 
making her feel just a bit too uncomfortable. He pulled 
up along side of her. He wanted to make sure. He 
stopped the car. 

She turned to look at him. The look of relief on her 
face was evident. He wasn't a sleaze. He was dressed in 
a nice pair of slacks and a sweater. He was smiling. He 
was probably just lonely. Hell, he was probably just as 
uncomfortable as she was. 

"Hi there," he said, "need a ride?"

"Well, yeah, if you're headed where I'm headed."

"I am."

She smiled and walked to the door, "in that case, 
sure."

She had a room in what appeared to be a run-down 
boarding house about a mile from where he picked her 
up. The closet door was closed, but he could imagine 
the tawdry outfits he would find if he opened the door. 
The only pieces of furniture were the bed and the 
dresser. The bed was made, but somewhat untidy. He sat 
down on the edge of it.

"What's your name?" he asked her.

"What do you want it to be?" she smiled, jokingly.

"I don't want to fuck you," he said softly.

She nodded. She'd been right. Just a lonely guy wanting 
to talk. She'd heard that a lot of the girls had guys 
like this. So you smile, you act a little innocent, and 
then they give you a big tip. Just like that. Easy 
money.

"My name's Anna," she said.

He smiled. "No it's not," he said, "but that's okay. I 
can call you Anna tonight. Would you please get 
undressed, Anna?"

She blinked. He wasn't going to fuck her, but he wanted 
her to get undressed. Well, okay, why not? He was 
paying, after all. 

"I need to..uh... I need to see the money."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He 
opened his wallet and showed her what was easily be 
fifteen one hundred dollar bills.

She nodded, trying not to show her interest in the 
money, and began to remove her clothes.

He watched, silently, as she removed her heels, and 
then her black stockings. She started to say something 
to him, but he held a finger to his lips, and she 
finished removing her clothes in silence.

When she was standing, naked before him, he leaned back 
against the headboard, pulled his legs onto the bed, 
and motioned for him to come and lay next to him. She 
hesitated for just a moment, but then complied, and 
moved next to him on the bed, laying on her back, and 
looking at him.

"Close your eyes," he said softly. It wasn't a command, 
but the force behind his voice made her look twice at 
him. 

"Close them, Anna," he repeated.

She nodded, and, although she was beginning to tense 
up, she obeyed him.

She felt his fingers touch her stomach, and she began 
to shiver. She was beginning to wonder what this man 
wanted. He was a little different than any of the 
others she had been with. It appeared that all he 
wanted to do was touch her. That was a little spooky. 
Then again, she'd only been doing this for a few weeks, 
and everything was still a little spooky to her.

He was moving his fingers in little circles on her 
stomach, not moving towards her breasts nor moving 
downwards, but just staying in the same general area, 
stroking her. 

 Then he did the strangest thing... He began singing to 
her. Softly, and only slightly out of tune. She tried 
to stop herself from laughing, but the smile wouldn't 
stay away. He was singing an old song that she 
remembered from being a child. 

"The ants go marching ten by ten... hurrah, hurrah... 
the ants go marching ten by ten... hurrah, hurrah... 
the ants go marching ten by ten, the last one stops 
to." he stopped and she opened her eyes to look up at 
him.

"Do you remember what the last one stopped to do, 
Anna?"

She nodded, "Yeah, the last one stopped to buy some 
din... "

He looked, cockeyed at her, "To buy some DIN? What's 
that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged and found herself giggling. "I dunno. But 
that's the way I remember it."

He chuckled, and put one finger under her chin, "tsk, 
tsk... you opened your eyes, little one."

She smiled and immediately shut them again. "I'm 
sorry," she said softly. Perhaps he was one of -those-. 
Into giving orders. Maybe he was even one of those who 
liked it when she called them daddy. Maybe she would 
surprise him by calling him daddy before he ever asked.

But he didn't ask. And she didn't call him that. 
Because suddenly she felt his fingers on her clit. She 
let out a small, involuntary moan. That was the first 
time in two weeks where she'd actually felt something 
when a man touched her there. Her eyes clenched more 
tightly closed. He was stroking her, and singing to 
her. It was the strangest combination of things she'd 
felt in ages. She wanted to laugh, and she wanted to 
moan and arch her back all at the same time. She was 
relaxing under the ministrations of this strange man 
who was paying -her- for sex. 

But then he stopped singing and began talking to her.

"Anna, why do you do this?"

She opened her eyes, and immediately felt his free hand 
come up to cover her face again. He wanted her eyes 
closed.

"I... uh... *oooh* I need the money."

"Yes, you do need the money, don't you? And that's why 
you're here... That's why you're willing to give your 
body to any man who wants it. Why you're willing to 
give your body to any stranger... like me for 
instance... "

She nodded her head, just a bit, suddenly confused. The 
feelings in her body were incredible, but his voice had 
become like ice. Oh, he was still speaking softly, and 
he still sounded friendly... but there was something 
under that voice. Like broken glass wrapped in bunny 
fur.

"Have you ever thought of it, Anna... you're a whore. 
There isn't a single part of your body that I couldn't 
have if I had the right amount of money. If I took out 
one of those bills you saw, I could have your cunt... 
couldn't I, slut?"

She resisted the urge to open her eyes. Suddenly she 
didn't want to see him anymore. She was sure he had 
suddenly turned into a monster. One of those sleaze 
bags she had every other night. The ones who liked to 
call her "slut", and "whore" and "cunt". She nodded 
softly. Yes, he could have her cunt for a hundred 
dollars. For much less, even. And she knew it. 

"Yes, and for another of those bills, I could take your 
mouth. Isn't that right, my pretty little toy? I could 
fuck your mouth with my cock. You'd even let me do it 
without a condom. Because you're a good little girl. 
And you're only doing this because you have no choice, 
isn't that right? You need the money that badly."

He was still stroking her clit, softly, and now she 
felt him slip a finger inside of her. She gasped and 
arched her back, but felt his hand push her back down. 

"Am I right, slut? You need this money so badly that 
you'd let me fuck your mouth without a condom, wouldn't 
you?"

She tried to think about this, but couldn't grasp an 
answer. What he was doing to her body was too intense 
for her to think. So he stopped. 

"Well?" he demanded.

"Yes," she answered, frustrated, "Yes, I would. I would 
let you fuck my mouth without a condom, and come down 
my throat if you wanted to. Yes."

He smiled. "I thought so. And for yet another bill, 
you'd probably let me fuck your ass as well, wouldn't 
you?"

He had begun to stroke her again, his finger moving 
softly inside of her, but suddenly all she could sense 
was his voice. She was still an anal virgin. She had 
been lucky in that no one had wanted that from her yet. 
This man was going to take her ass... she could sense 
that. Her body started to shake.

"Shhh, calm down," he said softly, "and just answer the 
question... I'm not going to hurt you just now. But I 
could if I wanted to, couldn't I? Because that's your 
job little slut. It's your job to make me happy. And if 
it made me happy to hurt you, I could, couldn't I? I 
bet other men will want to hurt you... other men will 
want to use your body, and tear you apart."

She felt his fingers moving over her clit, a little 
faster now. Despite her sudden shakes and the way his 
voice was affecting her, she was close to coming.

And then, suddenly, his fingers were gone. She cried 
out.

"Yes, little slut. You want this, don't you? For the 
first time in your pathetic, useless life, you want to 
be fucked, don't you?"

She nodded her head, frantically, her body still 
shaking, and her nerves all jumbled up. She was 
confused.

"Tell me your name," he ordered, his voice still soft.

"A-Ann..." She felt him slap her lightly across the 
face.

"Your real name."

"S-Staci," she answered, in shock. The slap hadn't 
hurt, but she felt the hand still there, as if it had 
burned her.

"Yes. Staci. Probably from some little town in nowhere, 
America. Here in the big city. Same story as half a 
billion other girls. What makes you so special Staci? 
You're just like every other one of them. The only 
thing you're good for is fucking. Isn't that right? 
You'll never be an actress or a model or a star. You'll 
always be on your back though, where you belong."

She shook her head, angry, that wasn't true. 

"Yes, Staci. Yes. You can deny it all you want. But 
what you want is someone like me. You want someone with 
money. Someone who will make you feel secure. You want 
me to take you out of this room tonight, and put you up 
in a fancy room and come make love to you once a week 
and pay all your bills. Isn't that right, Staci?"

She was shaking hard now, on the verge of crying. Had 
he just said he would take her away? Make her his 
mistress? Pay her bills? She nodded, yes, she wanted 
that.

"And if I took you away from here, Staci, would you let 
me hurt you? Would you let me call you a whore and a 
bitch?"

She nodded again, the tears beginning to flow down her 
cheeks.

"Yes, you would let me hurt you. I know you would. 
Because you need the money, and like all little tramps, 
you will do anything for that money. Say it, Staci. 
Say, 'I'm a whore. I'm a slut, and if you take me away 
from here, I'll do anything for you.' Say it."

She was crying, and nodding. And her mouth was playing 
traitor to her mind.

"Yes," she cried, "yes, I am a whore. I am a slut, and 
I'll do anything if you take me away... please... 
please take me away. I don't want to do this."

He smiled.

"Open your eyes," he said softly.

She opened her eyes, and looked up at him. He looked so 
handsome. Like an angel almost. He reached down and 
stroked her cheek softly.

"Oh my precious little Staci. My beautiful little 
whore. So eager and willing to please me. You would 
please me even if I wasn't going to take you away from 
here, wouldn't you?"

She was nodding, and reaching for him, trying to pull 
him down to her. But he was holding her arms away from 
him and shaking his head. 

"No. Staci, you're not fit to hold me. You know that. 
Now you be a good girl and lay there like I tell you 
to."

She put her arms down and closed her eyes again. 

"I said open your eyes, little harlot."

She opened them again and shook her head, "Please..." 
she begged.

"Please what?"

"Please take me away? Please let me make you happy."

"No. No, Staci, I think you're too filthy to leave the 
streets. You're a whore, and you belong on the streets. 
You want my money, and you'll have my money, but I 
don't want you. I spit on people better than you every 
day. You're worthless. A piece of litter on the 
streets. A little cunt who isn't good for anything but 
being fucked. You can stay here in your dingy little 
room. I'm going back to the people who would laugh at 
you. Who wouldn't give you the time of day."

"No!" she cried. "P-please... don't... don't go... not 
yet. Just stay a little while longer."

"No," he replied. "You couldn't make it worth my 
while."

And he stood up. 

"NO!" she cried, louder, almost screaming, "please 
don't..."

He reached into his wallet and pulled out four 
hundreds. He laid them on the dresser. He opened the 
door.

"No... please..." she was whispering and crying.

"You grow repetitive, dear. You'll find your money on 
the dresser."

And he left. 

END

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