She sat in the bar and watched the skinny kid in jeans and T-shirt walk towards her. Her heart sank. Ever since she helped a kid lose his virginity two months ago for twenty pounds – she felt sorry for him, her usual price was fifty – she has been plagued by kids.
Why do they come on Friday? My best day, when some clients can be encouraged to pay for extra services. Kids are quick money, usually less than five minutes in the alley, and I’m back in my seat in ten minutes, but young cocks and fidgety hands give no satisfaction. I’d rather not leave this seat tonight, even for ten minutes because Fat Clara will jump in. It’s the best seat facing the door. The last time she sat here I stood in front of her, she got the message, but…money is money.
His mouth twitched and he looked down as he approached, “I’ve got this. Can you give me a…trip round the world?”
They all used the same words, and at first she used to laugh, but not now. She quickly covered his hand with hers, put her face close to his and said, “Don’t ever give me money like that in this place. I don’t want the fuzz see any money.”
The kid looked around, “Nobody here looks like fuzz.”
“Doesn’t matter what you think. Anyway twenty quid is not enough for what you want.”
“My friend, Terry, he says you do it for twenty quid. He says he did it with you last month. I’m now seventeen and I haven’t been with a woman. I need to do it now.”
She looks at him and wonders if he eats enough, “Don’t you need this for food, you’re so skinny, I can see your chest bones through your shirt. Don’t your mum feed you properly?”
“I get enough food. Can we do it?”
“Do you have fifty quid?
“No, just twenty. I was told twenty.”
“There won’t be any real takers for at least thirty minutes so give me the money and let’s go outside into the alley.”
They walk ten yards into the unlit alley beside the pub. There is just enough light from the main road for them to see what they are doing. She stands against the wall raises her skirt, lowers her pants and says, “OK.”
“Don’t we get a bed?”
“A bed?? Wot and fancy linen as well, all for twenty quid? The cost of a hotel room takes most of that. If you come with fifty then you can have a bed. This is all there is for twenty. It’s worth it. It means you have been with a woman, and it will make you a man.”
He unzips his jeans, and her eyes light up. His thighs look thin, but, “Oh my gawd you have a magnificent cock. I aint seen nothing this long for years. Let me help you in.”
She relishes the experience and helps him slow his excitement down, “Don’t push, just stand there, move your hips left, right, left, right, keep doing that. You can touch my breasts, here put them here, yes, just hold…phew…your cock is wonderful, it fills me…Oh fuck!…Oh my!…Oh my!..Oh my!” She closes her eyes, moans with pleasure, “Oh Jesus!…Oh!… Now move in and out slowly, slowly…aaah!… aaah!…aahaaaa!!”
He screams with her, and knows its over. He’s done it. He’s not a virgin any more. He is so happy, but she holds his hips close to extend her joy.
She lets go and as he pulls away she looks at his cock, “My gawd, you are a treasure, like a horse. Next week can you come with…oh shit, OK, forty pounds? We’ll do it in a bed and I’ll teach you a few things. Don’t come on a Friday or Saturday, hotel rooms are more expensive. Best come on a Tuesday. Do you understand?”
“I can have forty next Tuesday. I’ll work at the supermarket all day on Saturday and Sunday. I’ll have forty quid.”
“Oh, kid, have a good meal that day, and a bath!”