Thread: Love and Sex, Steam and Death (sexywriter777 and Mim)

Oh Go oh yes! Harder love oh yeah! Lizzy gripped the bars of the headboard, glad she'd thought to put a pillow up as her head bumped against it. Oh spank me harder, daddy, I've been such a naughty girl! Yes you 'ave you filthy slut! On the word 'slut' she winced a little as a large, dirty hand came down on her ass with a loud smack. Ooohh Imunna teach you 'ow ta b'have I will! Dirty bitch! Mmmm such a dirty bitch! Lizzy rolled her eyes into the pillow. It seemed like there weren't many men in London who could come up with any decent talk nowadays. The bed creaked loudly as the fat man behind her grunted with exertion. His voice became more high pitched as he whined and thrusted harder into Lizzy's well-used cunt from behind. Both hands had previously been on her hips but now one gripped her ass painfully while the other tangled in her hair and yanked hard, causing her to open her mouth in silent pain as he came. Panting, he pulled out and did his trousers back up with some concerted effort. Annoyed, Lizzy pulled her skirts back down and straightened up. That'll be four pence extra then, she said testily, rubbing the shoulders that had gotten sore supporting herself. Wha'?! Whaffor?! The bed groaned in relief as Bill the butcher finally got off. His great belly hung over his belt and the girls always drew straws for him. Lizzy always somehow managed to draw the short straw what she got for being the boss's favorite, she supposed. Tuppence fer cummin inside wiffout nuffin, she could feel it sliding down her leg, an' tuppence fer the 'air pullin. Weren't parta the deal an' now I gotter do me 'air again. An' yer wanna cum inside sommat go fuck yer wife fer once, Bill. After more arguing Bill finally relented. Lizzy got her four pence in addition to the five pounds she charged up front. That was the standard flat rate for all the girls for vanilla as they called it. Something extra or special or weird and that was when the extras started getting tacked on. She cleaned herself up, redid her hair, and prepared to go back out. It was only seven o'clock after all. Lovely Lizzy, she was called. Rather, that's how she was billed, being the youngest of the whores who made their living in the Wild Hare in Whitechappel, a den of pleasure and debauchery. Unlike the others she wore no makeup and still had all her teeth she was billed as a fresh, pretty young thing and that was all part of the image. For men who weren't regulars and didn't know any better she charged two quid extra it was in this way she had lost her virginity no fewer than thirty-seven times. The men liked having a girl who didn't look like the world had ridden her hard and put her away wet no makeup covered her light freckles and her dark auburn hair hung straight and smooth around her shoulders, clear blue eyes rarely clouded with drink or opium. This way amongst the twenty-four other women she worked with Lizzy alone stood out as a rose among the thorns. And the men here wanted to crush that rose's beauty. To stamp the life out of it. Most of her customers were rude and selfish, wanted only what she could give them and not to please her. Even the women who had chosen her were harsh and demanding with no regard for Lizzy's pleasure she was often left unsatisfied. This was why she liked Grim, the owner of the brothel. Most of the others referred to him as that dreadful Aye-talian, though never to his face, but Lizzy looked forward to his almost nightly visits. He took care of the place made sure it was well-kept and that a doctor came around every month to make sure the girls were all clean he was paid in free company, and made sure to keep up the appearance of just being a pub so the coppers wouldn't be banging down the door every other Tuesday which was how often the chief of police was in to see Sweet Sue for an hour or so. But apart from that, Grim was a real gentleman or at least the closest as Lizzy had ever met. He had imagination in bed and no matter how rough or gentle he took it always made sure she got off too. Real manners, Grim, and it was no secret Lizzy was his favorite. At sixteen she had come to the Wild Hare to work. Now four years later she was more jaded but no less hopeful that maybe her lot in life would improve. It was hard to believe while she was working, but in her spare time she quietly hoped. It was with new hope she opened the door again and went back downstairs. On the steps she spotted Grim at his usual table with his usual drink and smiled. You're early, Lizzy said brightly, perching herself on the Italian's knee and kissing his cheek. Does that mean ya mean ta take yer time tanight? Hmm? Gonner torture me are ya? She nipped playfully at his ear. She had no illusions Grin wasn't close to anyone and she never expected him to be. Still, men came in here to pay for love, so she gave them love. Whatcher in the mood fer, Grim? Lizzy leaned in and kissed his neck softly and sweetly, heart fluttering as she did so. Just because she had no illusions about Grim didn't keep her from liking him a little.