Chapter 2

I watched the teen hooker from my window nearly every day for a few more weeks, usually jerking off as I did. For the price of giving her a little attention and the promise I’d help if she were in trouble, she inspired me to a climax or two nearly every evening. The times when she needed to use my bathroom were even better. I got to see her piss from only a few feet away, and she didn’t care that I masturbated while I watched!

One night she knocked on my door and asked for an unusual favor. “Hi Jason. Today was really good. I made $160, but I only need a hundred a night. My stepmom or her boyfriend search me when I get home and take all my money. Can I leave some with you, for the days I don’t make so much? When I don’t make enough ... when I don’t have enough, they get mad.” She sounded afraid and sad.

“Sure. No problem.”

“Thanks!”

She handed me three twenties and dashed off. Through the window a short time later I saw her going south along the sidewalk at a brisk pace.

On most nights for the next month or so, she would stop at my apartment to either ask for some of her money back if it was a bad day or give me some for safe keeping. One night she said, “I get so hungry between lunch at school and eating when I get home at eight or nine. Can I use your kitchen? It would be great if I could get pizza or frozen dinners at the grocery store and cook and eat them here.”

“Sure.”

After a week or two of her bringing a frozen meal, putting it in the oven, then jerking off a customer or two while it cooked, I decided to save her the trouble. I started making supper for myself early and eating at 4, when she got to my place after school. I just added a little more of whatever I was cooking, since it took the same amount of time and effort.

I’d chat with her as we ate. I learned that her stepmother Sharon and her boyfriend Brian were into drugs. Not as addicts, but as low-level dealers. They wanted Amy to sell crack at school, but she was too afraid of getting caught. They were content to let her be a prostitute instead, anything to bring in cash. They spanked or slapped her if she didn’t bring home enough money each night.

There was another incident where cum got sprayed onto her clothes, but it was an accident. A fire truck drove past with sirens blaring and lights flashing, and she didn’t pay attention as her customer came. The guy apologized but didn’t give her any extra money before leaving.

I helped her clean up again and gave her back $40 of her money so she wouldn’t be in trouble when she got home. I suggested, “I still have a hundred for you. Maybe you should buy extra clothes and leave them at my place, in case you get dirty again?”

“I can just put some clothes in my purse at home and bring them here, but good idea! Thanks.”

The next day she brought over a skirt, blouse, and a pair of her cute little kid underwear. They were obviously clean, but I held them to my face as I masturbated myself to sleep that night, then put them in the drawer with the rest of her clothes in the morning.

One day after school she was crying when she knocked on my door. I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Brian wants me to bring home 200 every night now! I need to start giving blowjobs, but I don’t want to. It’s SO GROSS!”

“I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.”

“He made me practice last night. He squirted his disgusting stuff in my mouth twice! It’s awful!”

I patted her back and tried to calm her down, while imagining how great a blowjob from her would feel. I had an idea, though. I said, “I think I still have a couple of those little booze bottles from a hotel minibar, maybe...” I found two of them in a kitchen drawer, but they were empty. “Sorry. I was thinking you could wash it down with a sip of brandy or something, to get rid of the taste. Then it wouldn’t be so bad.”