Whats a girl to do?

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OOC: Ive never done online RP before (as you can probably see) but i'll try anything twice. I have a vage idea of which way i hope the story will take, but i'm sure it will work out whatever way it goes.

Char Desc: Laura is a baby faced 18 year old, from London, England. She has long, curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. She has a naturally curvy figure, but kept herself in very good shape playing tennis. She ran away from home after failing her GCSE's and is now in America. She has very little money, and is not very experienced in the ways of the world, not that she'd ever admit it!

IC:

Opening my purse, i grimaced when i saw how empty it was. I'd only been in the city for two days, and had spent most of my money on a room in the cheapest hotel i could find. This bloody country was so expensive!

I wandered around, answering Help Wanted signs in grimy windows. Still, as i had no address, and no phone, i was kinda hoping for a job on the spot. Might as well try to find a needle in a hay stack.

Wrapping my leather jacket tighter around me, i shivered. The sudden chill reminded me that i needed to find a place for the night. I ignored the hotels, there was no way i could afford one again, and made my way into the dingier side of town. Hurrying along quickly, trying to keep out the cold, i wondered how the girls on the corner could wear so little. Seeing yet another one get into a car i congratulated myself on not sinking that low.

Seeing a motel nearby i went in. A greasy looking, balding guy sat at the counter. I said that i'd like a room.
"You one of Jimmy's girls?" he asked, leering at me.
I shook my head, and he grinned.
"Its normally seventy dollars a night but, for a pretty little thing like you i'll settle for sixty."
I handed over the cash and he gave me a key, grabbing hold of my hand as he did so. "We could always come to some other arrangement, whaddaya think?" Snatching my hand back, i half ran up the stairs, hearing him roar with laughter behind me.
I dumped my bag in my room. Room? I'd seen bigger bathrooms!
Well, now i had a place to stay, for a while at least, now all i needed was a job. With that in mind, once again i headed out...
 
No she was not one of Jimmy's girls. She was a lost innocent a run away and a foreigner to boot. English by her accent.

My laughter filled the lobby as I watched her cute little derrière sway up the stairs.

I took another pull on the bottle of cheap wine that got me through these long nights. And the more I though about her the more I wanted her. She was alone in a strange town and no pimp to protect her.

Locking the front door I went up to her room. Knocking on the door. I called out to her.

“Manager. You forgot to sign the register and your hour is about up. So that will be another $60.00 bucks luv.”
 
The knock on the door made me jump.
"Manager. You forgot to sign the register and your hour is about up. So that will be another $60.00 bucks luv.”

Another 60?! For another hour? What the hell was going on?
I couldn't help but remember the guy downstairs, and i shuddered at the thought of him.

I could ignore him, and hope he'd go away, but he didn't look the type to give up... or to be too forgiving.

Opening the door, i fastened my brightest smile to my face. Those drama classes have to pay off sooner or later. The man stank of cheap booze.
"There seems to be some sort of misunderstanding" i said, "you see, i thought the room was for the night"
 
She smiles at me flashing those pretty blue eyes and a toss of her golden main.

God she was and innocent and I loved it on the rare occasions when I had my chance at them.

Yes I now I was a bit greasy, in need of a shave, and run down but my build was powerful and I was very fit. The cheap wine helped me deal with the daemons of my past.

“Now don’t play the innocent we me Luv…. So your John didn’t show not my fault…. You now the routine don’t you I am sure Jimmy laid it all out for you $60.00 per hour for the room., 25% for him and the rest is yours.”

I knew she was not one of Jimmy’s gals as he was picked up earlier in the day and cooling his heels in the lock up.

“Now sweet cheeks fork over the cash. Or we take it out in trade your choice Luv.”
 
Take it out in trade? I really hope he doesnt mean what i think he means... i shuddered at the thought.

I wondered fleetingly if i could hit him and run for it, but he was a big guy, and i had no doubt i'd regret it pretty quickly. Anyway where the hell was i suposed to go to?

Looking through my purse, i realized i had 75$ left. I couldn't afford another 60, not if i meant to eat tomorrow.

"Sorry sir, it really was a misunderstanding. I dont know any Jimmy. Im new over here, and i..." I sniffled a little for effect
"... i really dont know anyone. Couldn't you just... i dont know... forget i was here?"
 
I fain compassion as my feature soften.

“Miss I sorry but I thought you where one of Jimmy’s girls., but I can’t just forget you where here. There are records, and the boss would have my ass… You see the predicament I am in . and you don’t have 2 cents to your name do you?”

I let my words sink in.

“Out on the streets alone the cops would have you locked up in a minute as a vagrant or hooker. Then they would put your photo on their net and who ever was looking for you would know where you were.”

I paused again, she was a run away I was pretty sure, and her fear of discovery could work to my advantage.

“But If you are real nice to me may be I could hide you out at my room?’
 
Locked up? Vagrant or a hooker? Could they do that? Could they send me back home? My knees went weak at the thought... my dad would kill me!

Maybe this guy wasn't as bad i first thought, he was just trying to do his job.

Real nice to him... the words ran through my head... surely he cant mean...
Mentally, i shook myself. Obviously i'd just watched way too many bad films. The guy seemed all right, he seemed willing to help. Anyway, what choice did i have?

Smiling, i nodded...
 
Ok Grab your things and follow me. I promise that they will not find you…. My name is Tommy and yours Miss?”

I led the girl down to the lobby and to the service stairs that lead to my special room by the boil room.. Opening door I held it for her. The room was large and comfortable.
The tastefully furnished and reflected my background as a college professor. If it was not for my obsession with young women I’d still have the small all women’s college as my hunting grounds. But no crying over spilt milk.

“You look starved can I fix you something to eat, how about a drink?”
 
Jimmy

Im Jimmy

I see Laura in walking out of the hotel looking lost in the big city.
I drive over in my new Lexus and roll down the window... Im looking good in my new cloths and sweet cologne.
"Hi there sweetheart, are you new in town?"

Knowing how to play the game with new meat I use my sweet talk to break her in.

"Are you hungry baby?, Hop in I'll buy us a nice Hot dinner."
 
Oh, my names Laura"
Following him to the service stairs, i started to get a bit worried, i still didn't trust this guy. When he opened the door my jaw dropped, i dont think i'd even expected a room, never mind something like this.

"This is great" i said flashing him a grin."And food would be great, just a sandwich or something... and i'd love a drink, i cant believe you have to be 21 over here to get served..." I realised suddenly that i was babbling and shut up. It must be relief. I couldn't believe i'd doubted this guy, he reminded me a bit of my old English Lit tutor.
 
“Laura would an egg and bacon sandwich do, and for a drink I have single malt scotch, Black rum, or I think I could whip up a Pink Gin….. Sorry the beer here in the states is not like at the lamb & ewe up by Russell square. I am afraid. Never got a decent pint here in the states.”

I just chit chatted with Laura trying to put her at ease. As I prepared two sandwiches. I handed her one.

“Sorry no chips Laura, now for that drink what is your pleasure Miss?”

There was a warm friendly smile on my face, just like and old school prof.

"Kick off your shoes and soaks and make your self to home Laura."
 
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Egg and Bacon sandwich? Would it do? I practically snatched it out of his hand, smiling at him gratefully. Mmmm, it tasted better than anything else i've ever eaten.

"What on earth is a Pink Gin? I dont drink all that much, and i generally stick to vodka" i grinned, "but hey, one of those sounds good to me..."

Taking off my jacket, i sat down in the nearest chair, kicking off my shoes, and curled my feet up under me.
 
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Laura was hungry as she wolfed down her sandwich. I offered her the other half of mine and that to was quickly gone.

“Laura sorry I have no vodka, so I think a pink Gin for you.”

My back was to Laura as I prepared her drink Gin, grenadine and just a touch of something special to ease her natural defenses but not enough to be detected or to put her out.

I watched as Laura accepted her drink biding my time till the drug and alcohol took effect. We just stat and talked and Laura’s glass was never empty. It was after her 4th drink that I spilled it down her blouse quite by accident or so it appeared.

“Of I am so sorry Laura I’ll get a towel and clean it up.”

Towel in hand I started blotting her blouse then massaging her breast with it and The 1st , then2nd, and 3rd buttons of her blouse where open and the coarse terry cloth grazed across her bare flesh.
 
I didnt see exactly what was in the Pink Gin, but after the second... or was it the third... i didnt really care anymore.

And then Tommy spilled it down my top. I gasped, it was bloody freezing, but i wasnt too sure what to do about it.

I giggled as Tommy went looking for a towel. He started to clean me off. It seemed to go on for quite a while, surely i must be dry by now. I looked down at where the cloth was and noticed that all the top buttons of my blouse were open. How had that happened? I could feel the roughness of the cloth against my sensitive skin.

I knew there was something wrong with this whole thing, but i couldn't remember what. My head felt like it was full of cotton wool. I giggled again, this was so silly!
 
Laura looked confused but her giggling was just what I wanted to hear.

Laura I have and Idea on how you can make some money without working the streets.”

My voice was fatherly laced with concern., the towel was also gone as I massaged her firm young breast through thin material of her bra.

“You could pose for art pictures. You have the figure for it and I could take some shots with my 35mm camera. It beats having to fuck guys for your supper. What do you think we could do it now?”
 
"Pictures ?" i echoed? I giggled again. Me in pictures?
"You really think i have the figure for it?" I had been told i was pretty but... "And they'd be art pictures? Are you a photographer?" I leaned forward and looked up at him, steadying myself with one hand on his shoulder, and tried to focus on his eyes. Was he serious?

"And i could make money from it? What would i have to do?"
 
Ther was hope and excitement in Laura eyes as she tried to steady herself on my shoulder. God the fragrance of her the way her body felt close to mine every time she stumbled it to me. And I caught her crushing her to me as she giggled.


"And i could make money from it? What would i have to do?"

Laura you are a fresh face and very beautiful yes there is money to be made for the right art pictures.” I placed soft seductive music on as I picked up the 35mm.

“Now Laura just go with the music and do as I tell you.”

I watched in excitement as her young body started to sway in time with the music her bare feet hardly moving the stutter and flash clicking as I circled her.

“Laura be a dear and remove your blouse it will make a great shot.”

I slowly gave my instructions , only as fast as she could accept them and I smiled as she slowly striped for her Art Photos. Always telling her how great she was and how they would be very saleable.
 
I ran my hands through my hair and swayed to the music he put on. I didnt exactly know the song, and i really didnt know what i was doing, but it all seemed harmless...

He circled around me, and the flashing of the camera made me dizzy, but i was enjoying myself. He complimented me again and again. He thought i was beautiful. People had always said i was pretty, but they were mostly family, and they have to say things like that.

"Laura be a dear and remove your blouse it will make a great shot.”

Looking over my shoulder at him, i shrugged, he was obviously a photographer, and started to undo the remaining buttons. It was harder than i remebered.
 
There was a wicked smile on my face as Laura’s blouse flutter to the floor. She was lost in the haze of the booze, drugs, and music. My words praised her beauty the grace of her movement and how I knew she could make it as a model given the right handling.

“Now your skirt dear.

We need to see your legs I was very hard as her hands moved to her waist band.

“Yes, Yes my beautiful Laura that’s it, Wow you are gorgeous not just beautiful, Laura.”

All the while the shutter click, click, click, and the strobe flash. I stop there is a look of concern on my face my pricing hazel find and captures Larue’s sapphire blue eyes.

“These are good but, for true art they will want to see your breasts Laura. So please remove your bra, and they will question if you are a natural blond also. Natural blonds demand the highest salaries for there pictures so it would also help if you could remove your knickers too.”

Laura hesitated a moment then her hands began to move.
 
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I hesitated only a moment before wriggling out of my skirt...
I swayed and turned, laughing and pouting, basking in the flash of the camera, and the constant supply of compliments.

Without warning the camera stops. I look around, suddenly self conscious, but Tommy is just looking at me with these amazing brown eyes, his face a picture of concern.

“These are good but, for true art they will want to see your breasts Laura. So please remove your bra, and they will question if you are a natural blond also. Natural blonds demand the highest salaries for there pictures so it would also help if you could remove your knickers too.”

True art? I hesitated, but even i knew that art celebrated the human body... of course i would have to be naked... Tommy just wanted good pictures... My hands moved to the clasp at my back. Undoing it slowly, i slipped the straps down from my shoulders, and let the flimsy piece of material fall to the ground.

Vaguely, i wondered if their was any Pink Gins left, i was thirsty...

Glancing up at Tommy, i hooked my thumbs in the waist of my knickers.
"Of course im a natural blonde" i said, stepping out of the last of my clothes "see?"
 
“Yes, yes you are Laura, I certainly can see that.”

I smiled as this innocent look so proud. She had been playing to the camera throughout the shoot. She was hot a body just at the brink of woman hood yet young firm and supple God they pay highly to get a piece of her, she would make me a fortune when I sold her to Jimmy.

“You must be dying of thirsty have another “Pink Gin”… Good aren’t they?’’

I made another special “Pink Gin” for Laura. And we chatted as she drank , In fact we chatted through two more “Pink Gins.”


“ I Laura would like to do some video work now to show them how you’d move on the run away …… God girl I think you could make big bucks in the business Just go with the music as you did for the stills.”

I set the video cam on auto record and on a tripod with a wide angel lens. Soon I would be doing more than taking shots.
 
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Thirstily, i gulped down another Pink Gin. As me and Tommy chatted, i became more and more at ease. I was feeling a little light headed though... i didnt usually drink this much.

“ I Laura would like to do some video work now to show them how you’d move on the run away …… God girl I think you could make big bucks in the business Just go with the music as you did for the stills.”

I put down my drink, watching as he set up the video camera. I forced all doubts out of my head, i was going to be a model. I stood and stretched, and once again lost myself in the music...
 
The “Pink Gin” and the drug where working well Laura was completely at easy as she lazily stretched. Lord what a perfect fit body she had from her sweet innocent angelic face, her pert upturned breasts, narrow waist, the swell of her Hips and the golden fleece of her mound to her shapely legs.

Laura was soon lost in the music swaying g to its hypnotic beat . Soon I joined her, my body now naked.. At 1st ther was just a casual brush every now and then, but gradually, the contact became prolonged and now my hands cupped her breast from behind, and rolled her nipples between my fingers.

“Your doing great Laura”
 
The music was pulling me deeper and deeper into its beat...
I was just wondering how Tommy could stay still with such brilliant music when i realised he had come up behind me.

I wasnt really surprised to see him naked, dancing without clothes seemed far more natural somehow. I felt his hand lightly graze my skin a few times, an accident, i was sure.

Then his hands rested on my naked skin for longer. The heat coming from his hands was hypnotic, reassuring.

His hands slid up my body to cup my breasts, and his fingers gently squeezed my nipples.

“Your doing great Laura”

My knees felt weak, and i took a step back to steady myself. Part of my brain was screaming out in protest, telling me to run, but it was muffled and hazy, and besides, now i could feel the heat of his body against mine. Hypnotic. I started to sway again, moving against him.
 
Laura was did not resist my ever increasingly intimate fondling of her innocent body. She moved back against me and I stepped into her as the music played on my hands slipped around her waist my now fully aroused shaft nudging up between her inner thighs the tip nudging the length of her labia, all ready moistening, from the drug, alcohol, and her natural aroused youthful passions .

I spun Laura to face me and kissed her deeply my tongue sliding across her lower lip, the music, sensual beat pounding in her drugged brain as our body’s now grounded against each other and my hands gently eased Laura to her knees and the tip of my shaft, so soft and velvet brushed her parched lips.
 
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