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“Prissy, Ya’ hear? Janet and Tommy got copped a few days back”
“Bullshit—,” Her voice is loud, louder than it probably should be. She stubs out her cigarette on her thigh before reaching for another. “How we gonna get our junk now?”
“Dunno”
“I could start screwin’ around again, been achin’ to hustle”
Connie laughs “Doll you’re just jailbait y’know”
“Jailbait but a good lay,” Priscilla snorts before standing. She grabs another piece of scrap wood for the fire the group sits around. Tosses it in
She walks around to one of the men in the circle, a greaser in his early twenties, she pops onto his lap “Ay Tesoro, got any gauge?”
“Oh sweet Scilla y’know I’m a queer”
She groans and grabs him by the tie, “Well ya’ dirty fag, got any?”
“Yeah babydoll” he passes her a half smoked pipe, she smiles, relaxing her body into his chest, she lights and takes a drag. Taking up as much space as she can with her tiny frame
She stretches out her arms “Let’s go to a party tonight—“
“And how the hell would we get there”
“Fine then only me and Connie will go, fag”
After a few blue-collar blowjobs she finds a party, starts at nine, it’s 6. Her and Connie boost some dresses from a shop downtown. They do their makeup in a shattered mirror in a back alley. Before Connie begs some working man for a ride near the place.
They get in, men flock to them. Eye-fucking the two girls, Connie a few years older than Scilla keeping her behind.
“Scilla doll, anyone catch your eyes?” They sit in the back of the party, people watching as they sip their drinks, Priscilla looks around before her eyes land on someone.
“That one,” she points to a man in a tight fitting suit, some grey in his dark hair. Pretty eyes. Two colors
“Damn doll. That’s Vincent Whittman, Television dreamboat”
“He’s a catch.., think I can do it?”
“Of course Prissy”
“How’ya even know him?”
“Gonna be a star someday, gotta keep with the biz,”
“Star doin’ what?”
“Singin’”
“As if, you’ve puffed your voice away doll”
“Eh, gauge never hurt no one”
Priscilla laughs and stands, smoothing her and and checking her makeup, she looks at Connie
“Lookin’ pretty?”
“Lookin’ pretty, git it doll”
“Damn he looks loaded”
Connie laughs as Priscilla walks away
Damn he’s a dreamboat..,
She reaches the man, pausing to appreciate his face for a moment before she places a hand on his shoulder
“Ay bello, who might you be?”
The man pauses and turns, looking her over. Letting out a deep laugh before speaking
“Now who let a pretty little thing like you in here?” his voice is deep, a soft rasp cut up by whiskey and cigarettes
A smirk grows on her face and she puts out her hand “Priscilla Morello, A pleasure, Mr Whittman”
“Miss Priscilla,”
“Hmm?” He seems confused by her, unknowing of how to respond he goes with the most comfortable question
“A drink?”
“Always,” He wraps an arm around her waist, what a gentleman
She orders a few shots of vodka, no ice. Vincent raises his eyebrows, but pays nonetheless. The two walk around for a while, but very quickly Priscilla finishes her drink. He pulls her off to the side of the party, letting her lean against a wall before sliding beside her. there’s a moment of silence,
“You don’t belong here do you doll?”
“Hmm, perhaps,”
“You don’t talk right”
“Well how am I supposed to talk then?” She turns to him
He lets out a hearty laugh, “yeah sweetheart, you don’t belong here”
She questions for a moment how to respond, how has he seen through her so quickly. It’s frustrating, the way he sees her. So responds the first way she can think of
“Need a smoke?”
He smiles, “Sure sweet girl”
He follows her outside, hand trailing from her waist to her ass quickly. once outside they lean against the wall, Scilla sits down on the ground, not minding of the dirt. She pulls the box of shitty cigarettes out of her pocket, about to light one, Vincent laughs
“You can have one of mine doll,” she looks up confusedly, but he pulls out a box of nice cigarettes, an expensive brand, Scilla’s mouth waters. Vincent smiles
“Thanks,”
“No problem,”
She reaches for the cigarette, their hands brush. Vincent looks at her, she lights it. Vincent speaks once again
“How old are you doll?”
“23,”
“No you aren’t” he looks at her once again, looking her up and down
She looks at him, searching his eyes for a moment. “Seventeen, basically”
“Basically?”
“In November,”
“So you’re sixteen?”
“Yeah,”
“You’re young”
“Yeah”
They look at eachother for a moment, Scilla finishes her cigarette, she stubs it out under her shoe. She looks at Vincent for a moment before plucking the cigarette from between his lips and taking a drag
“You’re an odd one Priscilla,”
“You are too Whittman,”
She finishes his cigarette, letting it drop to the pavement along with the ash, she looks at him again, he’s taller than her, not by much. She steps in front of him. He looks at her
“Other birds would kill to be here y’know.”
“I’m just here for another cigarette,” she hums before trailing her hand to his pocket, letting it brush against the front of his pants, smiling as his breath catches
“Sure doll, sure” he holds her chin, she looks at him as her hand catches in his pocket, slipping into his wallet, pulling out a hundred and tucking it into her own “you’re so pretty, y’know that?”
She hums and looks into his eyes, he tightens his grip on her chin “I could get you some nicer smokes baby”
“Go on?”
“You’d just gotta do something for me yeah?”
“Hmm,” a smile grows on her face, “tell me more Whittman?”
“Two packs and you show me what that pretty mouth can do babydoll”
“Mhm,”
“So it’s a yes?”
“Yes, it’s a yes”
“Good girl,”
He pushes her down to her knees, she looks up at him as she nuzzles her nose in his bulge. Slipping his expensive belt out of its loop. His fly is zipped down, and girthy cock freed
“Damn,”
He’s not the longest, pretty average length. But it’s thick, heavy. A few prominent veins. Thick tip. Pearls of slick grow at the top, she runs her tongue over the slit. He looks down at her as she takes him into her throat. she knows what she’s doing, his composure breaks quickly. His hand is in her hair
“Good job pretty girl, doin so good”
“That’s it baby..,” he begins to groan, he fucks her throat while his grip tightens her hair. After a few minutes pass he cums down her throat, she swallows it all.
She stands, clearing her throat as she lights another cigarette “Hmm?”
Vincent nods and pushes himself off the side of the alley, walking into the main road “to the store then doll”
She hums and follows behind him, they arrive at the corner store. He buys three packs of cigarettes, slips one into his coat and passes the other two to Priscilla. The two walk out the door, Scilla catches his eye once again. He smiles
“Take care doll, I’m sure we’ll be seeing eachother again”
“Hmm, sounds good Mr Whittman,”
“Until we meet again,”
“Until then Whittman”