


Streetwalker

by slyc_willie



Category: Erotic Couplings
Published: 2008-10-24
Updated: 2008-10-24
Packaged: 2017-05-10 23:03:43
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/streetwalker
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=748325&page=submissions
Summary: A night in the life of a young prostitute.
Erotica Tags: Blowjob, Car Sex, Ghost, Girl On Girl, Kylie, Oral Sex,
Paranormal, Prostitute, Stacy, Threesome
Average Rating: 4.3






        Streetwalker


_(This is an official entry into the 2008 Halloween story contest. I hope you
enjoy this little tale. Don't forget to vote, and please, read all the other
contest entries.)_  
  
*****  
  
Stacy eased herself onto the bus stop bench, nervously glancing up and down
the darkened street. This Halloween night was cool, wet, sticky; rains had
recently fallen, making the street shine and glisten. The cars that passed by
ripped through the thin film of water upon the asphalt, leaving misty spray in
their wake which coasted along on a gentle breeze. The glowing neon within the
windows of small dive bars advertised various domestic brews even as the dull,
muted music from within advertised desperation, depression, and a dulled hope
for something better. Stacy could sympathize.  
  
She held her cell phone like a devoted believer clutched a cross, staring at
the tiny dark window. After a few moments, the window came alive with light
and a chime filtered through the humid air. Quickly, she called up the new
text message.  
  
"Looking forward to tonight. See you soon."  
  
Stacy closed the phone with a heavy sigh and pushed it into the front pocket
of her loose jeans. She rubbed her hands together, keeping a wary eye on the
street. On the corner, a pudgy Hispanic girl in clothes two sizes too small
gave her a challenging look as she pushed out her barely-constrained breasts.
Stacy looked away. Across the street, a lean young black man paused as he
walked with overconfidence, smoking a blunt and giving her a speculative look.
Stacy tore her eyes from him as well.  
  
She lit a cigarette, exhaled harsh smoke from her lungs. She really didn't
like smoking; she hated the way it clung to her hair and soaked into her
clothes. Reverting to her former habit was both a defense mechanism and a way
to pass the time. At least she was doing something.  
  
"Hey, got another one?"  
  
Stacy glanced up from her innocuous study of the cracked sidewalk. The
querying voice belonged to a slender young blonde, late teens, clad in the
tiniest denim cutoffs imaginable and a tight sweater top. Her skin was pale,
almost alabaster, earned from too much time spent indoors during the day and
only venturing outside at night, yet still, she was pretty. Almost innocently
pretty, in fact. Her face was smooth, drawn, with a narrow mouth and pink
lips, dark eyes magnified by adroitly-applied mascara.  
  
"Sure," Stacy said, taking out her pack. The blonde leaned over, providing a
choice view of her barely-covered derrière to the passing motorists as she
tucked the cigarette between soft lips and allowed Stacy to light her.
Straightening, the blonde breathed out slowly, expelling a cloud which drifted
through her as much as around her.  
  
"New around here?"  
  
Stacy nodded. "Yeah."  
  
The blonde smiled cynically and sat upon the bench. "What'cha gonna do,
right?" she asked philosophically. "Life beats the fuck outta ya, and you got
about three seconds to figure out what to do. Ain't too hard to decide,
really. Live in a shelter and get raped by the 'Good Samaritans,' or make a
little money sucking dick and tell yourself you're doing all right."  
  
Stacy stared at the girl in profile, nodding slowly. "Is that how it is for
you?"  
  
The blonde turned her head, seeming so much older than her features should
allow. "I been to the shelters," she said grimly.  
  
Stacy averted her gaze. "I'm sorry."  
  
The blonde laughed. "Don't fucking feel sorry for me, chick. I don't know you,
and you don't know me." She pulled on her cigarette and exhaled again.
"'Sides, ain't like it don't happen all over the place. I ain't never known a
chick that's never been raped. That's life, you know? Guess that's how we're
supposed to be strong or something."  
  
Stacy frowned empathetically. "Maybe."  
  
The two women fell into silence, casting greyish smoke into the air which
quickly disappeared. On the other side of the street, a maroon sedan slowed,
the driver's face barely visible through a rolled-down window. His gaze panned
across the pair seated at the bus stop bench, and he seemed to make a
decision. The sedan continued along the street for a moment or two before it
made a U-turn and rolled up along the curb before the bus stop.  
  
The blonde cast a weary look to Stacy. "You want him?"  
  
Stacy fidgeted. "Um . . . ."  
  
The other girl smiled disarmingly. "You really are new at this, huh?" she
asked rhetorically, then continued. "Don't sweat it. I'll take him." She
stood, approaching the edge of the street as the car came to a stop. Stacy
watched as the lithe blonde leaned upon the passenger-side door, speaking
briefly with the man inside. After only a few seconds, she opened the door and
slipped inside. Briefly, the blonde cast a look back to Stacy, an enigmatic
smile decorating her face.  
  
Then the car was gone, peeling away on sticky wet streets. Stacy watched after
until the faint glow of the tail lights vanished around a corner.  
  
*****  
  
"So, uh, what's your name?" asked the pudgy man behind the wheel of the maroon
sedan.  
  
"Kylie," the blonde girl answered.  
  
He smiled, giving her an appraising look. Kylie smiled back and casually
unzipped her sweater top. Her breasts were small but firm, almost perfectly
spherical and capped with light-toned pink nipples. Flicking her fingers
across them, Kylie grinned as the rubbery protrusions swelled and hardened.
The man behind the wheel licked his lips in arousal, dropping a hand to his
crotch and rubbing.  
  
"Need help with that?" Kylie asked demurely.  
  
The man laughed nervously. "Uh, sure."  
  
Kylie massaged her breasts more wantonly, giving the man a sultry look. "Tell
me what you want, baby."  
  
The man returned his attention to the road before him as he navigated dark
neighborhood streets. "Well, um . . . I really just want a b-bl . . ." He
sighed in frustration. "A b--"  
  
"Blowjob?" asked Kylie.  
  
The man's face flushed. "Yeah."  
  
Kylie slid closer, leaning across the console between the seats. She brought
her face close to the man's ear, flickering her tongue out to tickle it. "Want
me to suck your cock, baby?"  
  
He shuddered. "Yeah."  
  
Kylie smiled.  
  
*****  
  
Bobbing her head rhythmically in his lap, Kylie massaged the stiff tube of
flesh with talented lips and tongue, tasting the seepage of pungent, tell-tale
fluid upon her tongue. The pudgy man writhed in the seat, legs parted as wide
as the confines of the car would allow, his hands spread across the back of
Kylie's neck and her shoulders.  
  
"Oh, fuck, you're good at that," he muttered, opening his eyes and looking
down upon ethereal blonde hair which glowed beneath the stark lights of the
grocery store parking lot. The wet sucking and slurping sounds made by her
eager, tugging mouth only enhanced his pleasure, giving him the impression
that the girl sucking his cock truly enjoyed what she was doing.  
  
Kylie's only response was a muffled and apparently agreeable moan. Her hand
deftly manipulated his balls, rolling the fleshy sacks in her slender fingers.  
  
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" In short order, he began pumping his hips up and down,
careless of the streetwalker's comfort, wanting only to get off. His cock
tingled electrically in the hooker's mouth, swelling to the limit of stiffness
before erupting. He gasped and spasmed, moaning loudly and shaking as the
talented prostitute sucked every last drop of essence from his straining dick,
laving the head of his cock with massaging swirls of her tongue.  
  
She finally lifted up, lips pursed closed and decorated with a slimy film of
semen. She smiled upon her client, who returned the look with dreamy
satisfaction. He laughed euphorically. Kylie merely straightened, languidly
removing her hand from the man's wilted cock. She licked her lips, swallowed,
breathed out, then licked her sticky lips again.  
  
"Got a cigarette?" she asked.  
  
*****  
  
Stacy was still seated upon the bus stop bench when Kylie returned, holding a
cigarette which trailed a wispy line of smoke behind her. She gave the
brunette an amused look as she sat once more. "No takers?"  
  
Stacy blushed and smiled in embarrassment. "A couple offers," she admitted.  
  
Kylie shifted, facing the newcomer directly. "I know what you're thinking,"
she said. "'How the fuck can I do this? How fucking pathetic do I have to be
to sell myself?' But it ain't like that."  
  
Stacy met the other girl's gaze. "It's not?"  
  
Kylie shook her head vehemently. "Think about it. You've fucked before, right?
Sucked dick before. The only difference now is that you're giving it up to
some guy you don't know. But that really ain't that important, when you think
about it."  
  
Stacy frowned. "Isn't it?"  
  
Kylie scoffed. "Look, the way guys think, all chicks are whores. Buy you
dinner, bring you flowers, all that shit, and all they're thinking is that
you're gonna be so fucking gracious that you'll at least suck 'em off."  
  
Stacy was quiet, thinking back to her senior year in high school, then her
undergraduate days. Thinking about all the men and boys she had dated, and all
the sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars, in movie theater seats, in the
bedroom of her first apartment. And then she thought about Bruce, patient,
kind, and mature Bruce.  
  
"Not all guys are like that," Stacy said at last.  
  
Kylie shrugged, looking out at the wet road and smoking her cigarette. "No,
probably not," she agreed. "But it's like, when you pick a card from the deck,
how often are you gonna get the king?"  
  
Stacy managed a laugh. "Not too often," she said.  
  
Kylie turned back to the brunette with a comradely smile. "You want a little
advice?"  
  
"Sure."  
  
"Okay, this is how it is," the blonde said. "Don't think about it, except when
you're doing it. These guys don't give a shit about you, and you don't care
about them."  
  
Stacy nodded. "Okay."  
  
"Use every trick you got, and get 'em off fast. But be nice about it, 'cause
you don't know when some asshole's gonna pull a knife or gun or some shit."  
  
Stacy swallowed nervously. "Got it."  
  
"And, seriously, don't fuck without a glove. You can't trust nobody. I mean,
nobody. And . . ." she paused, eyes cast down. Her lips worked silently, face
clouding with painful memory.  
  
"And?"  
  
Kylie lifted her gaze, boring into Stacy's soul. "I'm just saying, it's gonna
happen. Some guy's gonna get rough, or you're gonna get cornered by some pimp
or something . . ." she drifted off momentarily, then forced a smile. "It's
like any job, you know. There's gonna be parts about it you don't like. But
you're gonna do it, 'cause that's the job."  
  
"Is that how it happened for you?" Stacy asked bravely.  
  
Kylie cast a wan look to the fresh-faced brunette. "Honey, that's how it
happens for every bitch who walks the streets. Just a matter of time."  
  
*****  
  
It was a big white truck that pulled up before the bus stop bench the second
time, the kind with a crew cab. Kylie stood and approached the rolled-down
passenger window and spoke with the man inside. After just a few words, she
looked back to Stacy with a catty smile. "He wants us both," she said.  
  
Stacy felt a sharp, hot stab of anxiety course through her. "Both?"  
  
Kylie chuckled and held out her hand. "Sink or swim, honey," she said. "Come
on, it's cool. I'll be with you."  
  
Reluctantly, Stacy stood and stepped to the truck as Kylie opened the door.
The blonde slid in, sidling close to the driver, and Stacy followed, settling
upon the bench seat and closing the door. The driver of the truck was a
skinny, gangly man who looked to be in his thirties. The cab of the vehicle
smelled of spilled beer and cheap cologne.  
  
"Damn, you babes are pretty hot," he remarked, looking over both Kylie and
Stacy appreciatively. "Guess it's my lucky night."  
  
"Lucky for the right price," Kylie said meaningfully.  
  
The driver laughed dryly. "Don't worry 'bout that shit," he said. "I got the
cash."  
  
*****  
  
His name was Darren, and he stared at Stacy as she unsnapped the simple
peasant blouse she wore. Kylie snuggled against him in the back seat of the
truck as it sat along the edge of a city park, running her hand up and down
his narrow body.  
  
"Yeah, baby, lemme see those tits," Darren growled, eyes glowing in the dim
light.  
  
Stacy managed a smile, pulling the garment away and allowing her naked breasts
to meet the cool night air. Her nipples puckered and stiffened instantly,
though she was unsure if that was only because of the cold. Part of her, she
realized, found the entire scene arousing.  
  
"God damn," muttered Darren, his gaze falling lustily upon Stacy's partial
nudity. "Damn things gotta be D-cups."  
  
The brunette's eyes met Kylie's, seeking encouragement. The blonde smiled back
while her hands wandered to the top of Darren's jeans, pulling gently at the
fabric. She motioned for Stacy to join her, and the busty girl did, pressing
herself to Darren's right side. Tentatively, she ran her hand up the skinny
man's thigh, awkwardly cupping his genitals through the denim. The outline of
the man's bulge was prominent.  
  
"Yeah, that's it. Take it out, ladies. I wanna see you fight over it."  
  
The girls exchanged a wan look, rolling their eyes, but together, they moved
down the man's body toward his crotch. Kylie pulled on the zipper as Stacy
separated the fabric, revealing the distinctive, musky smell of a man's groin.
Stacy wrinkled her nose at first, figuring Darren had been wearing his jeans
all day. But it wasn't her place to comment on his hygiene.  
  
Two pairs of hands extracted a relatively long, stiff cock from the fly of
Darren's jeans. The tip of the pink head was already glistening with moisture.
Darren sighed in pleasure at the fluttering contact of two different sets of
feminine fingers. Stacy felt a jolt of naughty excitement, glancing around
briefly. Never had she thought she would ever take money in exchange for sex,
and in the back of a truck beside a city park, no less. The scene was
deliciously depraved, further enhanced by Kylie's presence.  
  
"I want first taste," the blonde declared, settling her hand upon Darren's
hairy balls. Stacy said nothing as she wrapped her own hand around the hard,
warm shaft of the man's cock, watching with interest as Kylie slipped out her
tongue, sliding it wetly around the sensitive head. Darren groaned, his hands
wandering over the backs of the two girls.  
  
"Suck it, baby," he commanded, pushing slightly on the back of Kylie's head.
"Take it as deep as you can."  
  
Kylie tilted her head, looking up at Darren while continuing to lave his cock
with attention. Giving the john a predatory look, she spread her lips around
the head, steadily pushing down, engulfing him whole. Stacy watched in
amazement as her fellow prostitute's lips easily snuggled the base of the
man's penis. She massaged Darren's legs as the man trembled, enjoying the
bliss of having his cock massaged by rippling throat muscles.  
  
"Fuck yeah, baby," he moaned. "Swallow that fucking dick."  
  
Taken out of context, Stacy thought, the man's words would have been
laughable, even comical. But at the moment, they were true praise, albeit in a
less than genteel way.  
  
Kylie bobbed up and down, making Darren's penis shine in the dim light, taking
him into her throat now and then and making the lucky man shiver each time she
did so. His hands continued to roam, finding one of Stacy's heavy breasts and
seeking the blonde's own cleavage beneath her sweater top. Stacy fought
against the automatic urge to recoil from the man's calloused touch, reminding
herself that she was supposed to allow his advances. She was getting paid,
after all.  
  
After a minute, Kylie slipped her mouth from Darren's cock, stroking it slowly
with her hand. "Your turn," she said to Stacy with a wink, sitting up and
unzipping her top. Stacy took a breath, staring at the wet eye of the penis
before her. She had never gone down on a stranger before. Sex before had
always been something that occurred after a few dates. But that life was gone.  
  
Settling her mind into the pure mechanical mode of what she was doing, she
took the cock into her mouth, feeling it throb against her lips and tongue.
Kylie had sucked away most of the musky flavor, leaving only the bland,
familiar essence of flesh. The hand caressing her right breast suddenly
squeezed, pinching the nipple. Stacy flinched slightly, hearing Darren's
ragged breathing and figuring she was doing all right.  
  
His manhandling of her breast, however, was becoming rough and painful. She
shifted, moving from the seat to the floor between Darren's legs, looking up
upon him and Kylie. He grinned, reaching for her hair. "Yeah, that's it. I
wanna watch you suck me."  
  
Beside him, Kylie had a small smile on her face. Her breasts were exposed,
small round mounds with pink nipples which stuck out aggressively. Stacy
noticed that Darren's other hand had curled beneath the blonde, pressing
fingers up against the denim covering her pussy.  
  
"Why don't you take off the shorts, baby, while she blows me," Darren
suggested to Kylie. Without a word, Kylie nodded and lifted up in the seat,
shimmying the ragged denim down her lean thighs. Stacy resumed her
ministrations on the man's cock, bobbing up and down rhythmically. She found
herself watching Kylie, admiring her taut body. As the blonde dropped her
shorts to the floor and sat back, unabashedly spreading her legs, Stacy could
not help but eye the girl's lightly-stubbled sex. For the first time in her
life, she found another woman sexually attractive.  
  
"Whoa, baby, don't get me off just yet," Darren warned, settling his hand upon
Stacy's head, stopping her.  
  
She looked back to him curiously, then understood and slid his cock out of her
mouth. "Sorry."  
  
Darren chuckled. "Hey, I don't mind the enthusiasm," he said, then scooted up.
Stacy had a condom in her hand, tearing open the wrapper as Stacy's stroking
hand kept Darren ready. With a sultry look, Kylie lifted up and extended one
leg over Darren's lap, straddling him and facing Stacy. Deftly, she rolled the
condom down Darren's cock, then rubbed the head against her moist slit. Stacy
watched from her advantageous viewpoint as stiff penis met slick pussy and was
slowly engulfed.  
  
"Oh, fuck, that's tight, baby," the man moaned, pushing up with his hips.  
  
Kylie responded with only a soft moan, though it sounded practiced. She kept
her eyes on Stacy's as she bottomed out, working her hips and squeezing Darren
inside her with her inner muscles. Mutely, she guided Stacy's head with her
hands toward their conjoined sexes.  
  
Stacy's heart fluttered with excitement, inhaling the rich aroma of the
blonde's pussy. Her tongue slipped out first to tickle Darren's balls, but
quickly moved up toward Kylie's protruding clitoris, peeking from beneath it's
pink hood. Kylie sighed, easing back, lifting her legs to plant her feet on
either side of Darren. Slowly, she began riding up and down the stiff column
of flesh. Darren's hands crept up around her, cupping her barely-bouncing
breasts.  
  
Stacy watched from between the lovers' thighs, keeping her tongue outstretched
to taste Kylie's essence trickling down Darren's cock. Each time Kylie
descended, Stacy suckled her clit like a baby lamb, savoring the flavor of
another woman. If nothing else about the situation turned her on, the act of
licking another woman's pussy for the first time in her life had her own
juices running.  
  
Darren began groaning and gasping after only a handful of minutes, signaling
the onset of his orgasm. Almost rudely, however, he grabbed Kylie by the waist
and lifted her off him, making his near-to-bursting cock slide free of the
blonde's swollen tunnel. "Not yet," he gasped, giving Stacy a speculative
look.  
  
Kylie wiped her brow, looking momentarily annoyed, but she understood and
accepted the man's intent. She nodded to Stacy, who once more looked nervous.  
  
_Don't think about it, Stace,_ the brunette told herself. _Just do it. Get it
over with._  

Kylie lay down on the broad back seat of the truck, invitingly spreading her
thighs and smiling up at Stacy as she urged the brunette to get atop her in a
sixty-nine. Stacy trembled, anticipating this new sensation, not even minding
the lecherous presence of the man who was paying them for the privilege of
enjoying their bodies. Shucking her shorts and getting into position, Stacy
sighed at the contact of a tongue against her clit, eagerly pressing her mouth
against the blonde's nearly-smooth pussy.  
  
"That's fucking hot," Darren muttered, lining up his cock with Stacy's pussy.
With a steady push, he invaded the busty woman, gripping her hips. Stacy
grunted at the invasion, but Kylie's flickering tongue kept her aroused and
wet, making Darren's progress easier. She sucked and licked all around Kylie's
sex, panting against the hot, wet folds. The blonde squirmed under her,
licking as avidly as Stacy at the brunette's distended clit, and cupping the
heavy breasts which brushed her abdomen.  
  
Abruptly, however, Darren jerked his cock free with a grunt, hastily tearing
off the condom with an audible snap. As the young women writhed beneath him,
he masturbated furiously, staring at the full round ass before him and the
flushed face of the blonde beneath. Watching the two girls so avidly
pleasuring each other heightened the intensity of his orgasm. He shook and
groaned loudly, showering Stacy's upturned ass with thick streaks and drops of
cum. Some of it splashed against the brunette's pussy, dripping down toward
Kylie's thrashing tongue.  
  
He sagged back against the door of the cab, watching as the women finished
each off amid gasps and moans and satisfied sighs. He told himself he would
have to pick them up again.  
  
*****  
  
A quick trip into the bathroom of a convenience store to freshen up, and Stacy
and Kylie were back at the bus stop with three new twenty-dollar bills in
their pockets each. Stacy felt a strange sort of detached amusement about what
had transpired just half an hour before.  
  
_I'm a prostitute now,_ she thought wonderingly.  
  
They sat together on the bench, watching a few cars roll by. A police sedan
passed, the officer within narrowing his eyes as he beheld the provocatively-
dressed girls. Kylie gave him an exaggerated wave and smile.  
  
"They can't do nothing unless they actually catch us," she told Stacy. "To be
honest, most of them don't really care. They're mainly looking for dealers,
not walkers."  
  
Stacy nodded, saying nothing. Her mind was still on the scene in the truck,
fucking a stranger while enjoying her first girl-on-girl experience. Now that
the orgasmic high had faded, she felt . . . cheap.  
  
"What's wrong?" Kylie asked.  
  
Stacy glanced to the blonde – it was hard to think of her as a _friend_ – with
a sheepish smile. "Don't you ever wonder about . . ." She paused, formulating
the words in her head but failing. "I don't know. Maybe it's that Catholic
upbringing."  
  
Kylie scoffed. "You too, huh?" She eased forward, elbows on her knees,
subconsciously, she scratched at her left wrist beneath the sleeve that
covered it. "Hell, that's probably half the reason I ended up like this."  
  
"What do you mean?"  
  
The blonde inhaled deeply, staring out across the street. "My folks were
pretty religious," she revealed. "We all had to read the Bible during
breakfast, and prayers every night before bed. My dad beat the values of pure
fucking morality into us with a belt if we ever did the slightest fucking
thing wrong. And if that didn't work . . . ." She trailed off, working her
hands together, then forced out a smile.  
  
"Did you run away?" Stacy asked gingerly.  
  
"Fuck yeah, I did. Soon as I could. I had to get outta there. Mom knew what
the fuck he did to us, but she never did or said nothing." She scratched again
along the inside of her wrist, this time pushing up the sleeve. Stacy caught a
brief view of a long, red scar running the inside of the blonde's forearm.  
  
"You said 'us,'" Stacy prompted.  
  
Kylie nodded, staring at nothing. "I got a kid sister. Been trying to find
her, actually."  
  
Stacy looked around. "You think she's here?"  
  
The blonde's shoulders sagged and she huffed in exasperation. "Why not? She's
as fucked up as I am. I just feel so bad about leaving her. But I knew if I
stayed, Dad was gonna kill me sooner or later."  
  
_So how is this better?_ Stacy wondered, but she didn't voice her question.  
  
"Hey, enough of this shit," Kylie said abruptly, pushing to her feet. "I know
a place we can score some booze. I feel like getting drunk."  
  
*****  
  
A vintage convertible rolled past, half a dozen costumed partiers inside
yelling and laughing on their way to the downtown clubs. Stacy watched them
with a sad, nostalgic smile, thinking _she_ should be the one heading to a
party, _she_ should be gaudily dressed in some sexy costume, _she_ should be
thinking of nothing but having fun. It was Halloween, after all.  
  
_Instead, I'm sitting on a bus bench, encouraging guys to offer me money to
fuck them,_ she lamented. _How the hell did I get into this?_  
  
She took out her cell phone, sourly staring at the blank screen. A press of a
button, and the screen lit up. She wrinkled her nose as she read the time,
taking a tentative sip from the half-pint bottle of cheap whisky. 11:43.
S_eventeen minutes till midnight,_ she thought heavily.  
  
The green sports car pulled up at the corner, and before it came to a full
stop the passenger door was already opening. Kylie stepped out quickly, an
annoyed look on her pretty face. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, giving
Stacy a wan look as she approached.  
  
"What happened?" Stacy asked worriedly.  
  
Kylie shrugged, remaining standing. She took out her cigarettes and lit up.
"You know, I don't fucking care why guys wanna get their dick sucked," she
said rudely. "The last thing I wanna hear is some long, pathetic explanation
about how some dude's wife doesn't give it up anymore. So go divorce the
bitch, if you ain't happy." She puffed smoke, pacing back and forth.  
  
Stacy relaxed somewhat. "I guess some guys want to make themselves feel better
about picking up a girl like this."  
  
"Sure. Fine!" Kylie exclaimed. "But don't fucking waste my time telling _me_
about it! Fuck, I was with that guy for almost a whole fucking hour, and the
goddamn blowjob only lasted like, ten fucking minutes!" She scratched at the
scar again, this time pushing up the sleeve.  
  
Stacy watched the agitated girl. "What happened?"  
  
Kylie looked annoyed. "Didn't I just fucking tell you--" she began, then
stopped, seeing where the brunette's attention was focused. She looked to the
scar, and her anger faded visibly. Tiredly, the blonde sagged back onto the
bench, digging her own bottle of whisky from the pocket of the sweater. "Look,
it ain't no big deal."  
  
"Why'd you do it?"  
  
"'Cause life sucks, that's why," the blonde shot back acidly. Her features
softened in an instant, however, as if she wanted to take the words back. She
studied Stacy's face. "Why you wanna be my friend, anyway? None of the other
girls even try to talk to me anymore. It's like I don't exist to them."  
  
Stacy shrugged. "They probably don't see you like I can. 'Sides, shouldn't we
girls stick together?"  
  
Kylie laughed softly and sipped again from the bottle. Although half the
contents had already been drained, she looked unaffected by it. "Yeah, well, I
ain't gonna stick around too long. Soon as I find Jenny, we're taking off."  
  
"You ever think about looking somewhere else for her?" Stacy suggested.  
  
Kylie snorted derisively. "Like where?" She gestured around her. "This is the
world, hon! If I ain't gonna find her here, I ain't gonna find her anywhere!"  
  
"There's a lot more than just this street, Kylie," Stacy said firmly.  
  
"Yeah. Whatever." She tilted the bottle back, guzzling the remainder of its
contents. Casually, she tossed the bottle to the curb, watching it shatter.
"Fuck. I ain't even buzzed. Must'a watered that shit down."  
  
Stacy was about to speak when her cell phone chimed. She glanced down, noting
the time. Midnight. Right on the dot. She sighed. Her eyes drifted down the
street, spying an oncoming black SUV. "Look, all I'm saying is that Jenny
might be somewhere else. Maybe even someplace nice."  
  
Kylie cast a sidelong look to the brunette. "This world ain't never been nice
to me or Jenny," she declared. "No, she's gotta be here."  
  
The black SUV approached, coming to a stop at the curb before the two women.
Kylie regarded it for a moment, but made no effort to rise. She glanced to
Stacy with a thin smile. "Your turn?"  
  
Stacy nodded, her expression inscrutable. "Yeah, actually," she said, sounding
almost sad. She stood hesitantly, only peripherally recognizing the figure
through the SUV's tinted windows.  
  
"Cool," muttered the blonde, getting to her feet as well. "I'm gonna take off.
Maybe I'll find Jenny tomorrow."  
  
Stacy swallowed dryly. "Maybe."  
  
"See you around," Kylie called, effecting an exaggerated smile as she walked
backward along the street. "I'm here every night." She turned about and thrust
her hands into her pockets, hips swaying as she walked. With every step, she
faded away until eventually, she vanished into the cool, misty air.  
  
_I know,_ Stacy thought heavily, then reached for the door of the SUV.  
  
The man behind the wheel was older, distinguished, with salt and pepper hair
and a short, grey beard. He said nothing as Stacy climbed in the passenger
side, although his nose wrinkled slightly at the aroma of sweat and sex which
wafted from her.  
  
The driver pulled away from the curb, aiming the broad front end of the
vehicle down the street and away from the seedier side of town. Stacy watched
the rear-view mirror, hoping for a glimpse of the young woman about whom she
worried.  
  
"Some spirits aren't ready to leave just yet," the older man finally said, his
voice deep and fatherly.  
  
"I know, Walter," Stacy admitted. "It's just so sad. She thinks she can
actually find her sister. How long is she going to keep wandering, before she
realizes Jennifer has already passed on to the other side?"  
  
"As long as it takes," Walter responded. "Although I suspect, when Kylie
realizes she's dead, that will facilitate things."  
  
Stacy stared at the ceiling of the SUV as amber swathes of streetlight passed
across her. "Is it always like this?"  
  
"You mean, depressing, worrisome, frustrating?"  
  
"Yeah."  
  
Walter smirked as he navigated the city streets. "I told you when you started,
Stacy, that the world of the paranormal is not about finding answers."  
  
Stacy pursed her lips, thinking. "Maybe I'm not cut out for this."  
  
"I would disagree," Walter said. "You already have the gift of seeing the
dead. You just have to remember, the spirits of the deceased are not complete
people. They are like scratchy old records, spinning round and round, saying
the same thing over and over. Kylie may have seemed like a real person
tonight, but she wasn't."  
  
Silently, Stacy nodded, watching the world go by and wondering, over and over:  
  
_I wonder if I'll know when I'm dead . . . ._  
  
-finis-  
  
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