Chapter 13: A New Dawn

(Dawn’s Story)

Dawn sat naked on the restroom floor crying. It had all caught up with her at once. Losing Adam to that horrid woman, having to sacrifice her virginity to the sly John. And now maybe, no probably giving how her day was going, getting pregnant.

“Everyone’s going to think I’m a slut.” Dawn huffed.

John couldn’t help but feel sorry for the sobbing Dawn. Yeah he knew getting laid sometimes required playing dirty, but he’d never left a woman in tears before. And he found he wasn’t ready to start now.

John knelt down to bring himself eye to eye with the distressed church girl. “Don’t you know sluts are in? Guy’s don’t go for good girls anymore.”

“But... ‘sniff’ ... I liked being a good girl.”

“No you liked being untouchable. Now you’re just like every other woman your age.”

Dawn wiped the tears from her eyes. Maybe John was right. Maybe she had been prideful.

“Well, it looks like I’ve lost my date.” John ventured. “Would you care to join me for a day at the mall?”

Dawn looked up to find John was offering her his hand. “I’ve always found a little self indulgence does wonders for the soul.” he continued.

Dawn wasn’t certain why, but she reached out and took John’s offered hand allowing the former high school linebacker to pull her to her feet.

“I need to get dressed,” Dawn mumbled remembering she was still very naked in a public place.

John didn’t avert his eyes as Dawn redressed. She was thin and flat chested with a head of mousy brown hair. Hair that was disheveled and frayed thanks to their impromptu breeding session.

John honestly didn’t see much that excited him beyond Dawn’s tempting innocence. It was clear to him she had waited far too long to try sex. All it had taken was a flimsy excuse and the church girl had all but thrown herself at him in a rush to lose her virginity.

The two walked out of the restroom together. Dawn, still dazed from her ordeal, almost collided with two teenage boys in the process. There leering gazes making the church girl feel all that much worse about her new status as a used woman.

“Breeding Pass?” one of the boys asked.

“Ummm ... Yeah,” Dawn responded. “I got a Breeding Pass.”

“Can I have it?” The speaker was the slimmer of the two teens. His hair touseled giving him a reckless unkempt look. The quiet one was dressed in a cook’s outfit which looked very much out of place this far away from the food court.

“Ummm ... no, they’re evil,” Dawn mumbled. She slipped a hand into her pocket to ensure the pass was still there. It was. Along with, to Dawn’s surprise, a second one. Now that she had been reminded of it Dawn remembered it had been the Breeding Pass Jessica had used to steal away her Adam.

“I still don’t get it,” the one dressed like a cook said. “Why are the passes so special? Where are they coming from?”

“They’re not special.” John answered. “And there’s a guy giving them out at the south side entrance.”

“Do you think he still has more?” the cook asked.

“Not a clue,” John answered. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have a hot date to get back to.” He gave Dawn a friendly little squeeze as he said that last part.

The slimmer teen dismissed John’s declaration with a simple, “Whatever. You just want that Breeding Pass back.”

“Come on lets try the south side entrance.” The cook suggested.

“Might as well,” his friend replied. “But the guy handing them out is a real prick.”

The two might had said more, but Dawn found John was leading her away from the teens and towards a store with no windows. Even the glass doors of the main entrance were blacked out so that those walking past couldn’t see in. Hanging over the entrance was a dark blue neon sign declaring this was the Lost Corner.

“You’ll love this place,” John whispered in her ear. “It’s delightfully wicked.”

“That doesn’t sound like my kind of place at all,” was Dawn’s guarded response.

Walking into the Lost Corner Dawn found it didn’t look like her kind of place either. If a phrase was hateful, crude, or sexual the Lost Corner had it on a T-shirt. Dawn looked with particular distaste at a hanging shirt with the image of a bloody knife and a pentagram printed onto it. Highlighted by the written phrase ‘I only do virgins’.

“This place is awful,” Dawn declared.

“Just wait.” John whisperer into her ear. “All the really fun stuff is in the back.”

Dawn had to admit the ‘fun stuff’ was even worse. Fluffy pink handcuffs, tight leather corsets, and toy whips.

John held up a neon pink min-dress for her to inspect. “What do you think?” he asked.

“I could never wear that.” Dawn tried to be polite, but it was hard. The dress was both flashy and tacky. Neither of which was her style.

John gave the dress a closer look, “That bad huh?” Putting the neon pink dress back on the rack John picked out another dress. This one was nothing but a series of vertical slashes loosely bound together by a horizontal strip. “Well then how about this one?” he asked.

“That one is even worse.”

Again John put the dress back on the rack this time replacing it with a tight leather number. “And this one?”

“I’m not a cave woman.”

“Try it on. For me.” he insisted. “I’d love to see you in it.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt,” Dawn said. Taking the dress from John she walked back to the center of the store where the changing rooms were located. They were those horrid curtain type that Dawn hated so much.