Chapter 6

Florida is a wonderful place. Sunshine, beaches, and above all, it was warm. I didn’t get to pick and choose and ended up in Tampa. I got off the bus at three in the morning without a hint of knowing where I was or which way I should go. I watched those few that got off with me but they all had rides waiting for them. I was a little scared, I was alone in a strange town in the middle of the night. The only good thing was in the dark my bruises were invisible to anyone I passed by. I needed someplace safe to hide away until morning. Then I could find my way around. There was a motel down the street. I couldn’t afford to stay there really, not unless I wanted to waste a hundred bucks just for a bed. I was hungry and looked for someplace I didn’t think would ask questions when I walked in. I found a convenience store and figured at this time of the night beggars can’t be choosy. I bought a burrito, probably been sitting there all night and a bottle of water. I also doled out a little extra for some medicated cream and ointment. What little I had I applied on the twenty-hour bus trip. I took my gross dinner and searched for a safe haven to call home for the remained of the night.

A block away was the beach. It was clearly posted that it was closed and nobody was allowed on it. I wanted to see the ocean just once when I could be alone so I took a chance and went under the chain. The sand felt so good and the smell of the salty air was refreshing. I walked to the shoreline and just listened to the sounds the ocean made while I choked down a horrible burrito. I was in a peace I haven’t felt in a while and even if it was in the dead of night, I still enjoyed being at the beach. I did until a flood light hit me in the eyes and blinded me. I was busted.

I was placed in handcuffs and led to the patrol jeep. I was questioned like a criminal and treated like an outsider. I was searched for weapons and/or drugs and during the search I felt hands feeling around in more than my pockets. My tits were grabbed as was my ass. I didn’t resist or gripe about it, I was after all in handcuffs, not a position to take defense. I let the hands paw over me even when I was told I would have to consent to a strip search. I had nothing to hide so I gave them permission.

The cuffs were removed and they watched as I removed everyone I wore. Once naked I was told to put my hands on the hood, spread my legs, and not to try anything stupid. Two set of hands groped my tits, I mean come on, what the fuck was I going to hide there. Then I felt my pussy being explored. Fingers rubbing my clit to get the wetness going and let fingers slip inside. it wasn’t a search; it was finger fucking me and both of them had their turn. I tried not to but they were getting me wet in spite of the still existing pain I had there. I heard them whispering among themselves and when they came back one said I needed to get on the sand. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what that meant so I assumed the position and prepared to suck some police cock. I wasn’t wrong and I had one shoved in my mouth as a second came behind me and started to fuck me. neither of them were rough but both wanted me to feel it. they switched positions and the one that was fucking me had a fatty and it was difficult to do what he wanted. I did and he shot his load down my throat. The second wasn’t as quick to the draw and the longer he fucked me the more painful my pussy became. I needed him to finish or do something else. I knew better than to talk so I motioned him to change locations and as much as I hated it, getting fucked in the ass wouldn’t hurt as much and he was happy to take that position. He filled me with his sticky sauce and wiped his dripping cock on my face. I was told the beach is closed and if they caught me on it again after hours they would give me a DP I would never forget. I was allowed to redress and was escorted off the beach and not arrested to vagrancy. It sucked but at least I had some time at peace with the ocean.

I walked around the block and found a dead-end road, more like a beach path for rentals that surrounded it. there was a shed behind one of them and I was able to sneak inside and take a nap and not have to be worried. I was uncomfortable again thanks to the boys in blue, my pussy was on fire and what I needed more than anything was a month of nobody touching it. Wishful thinking on my part, I knew it was the only means of employment I had and that meant no vacation time for my body. I had enough to survive a week maybe and then it was back to disgusting blowjobs and dirty dicks fucking me in all my holes. Life on the street sucks, even in Florida.

I must have dozed off because the sound of people walking startled me. I waited until I thought the lane was empty and I left my place of refuge. I got lucky and made it to the main road unseen but now I had a bigger issue, I had to pee and bad. I looked around and there was no place I could go without being a paying customer. I walked around the corner and as luck would have it there was a construction project going on and they had a porta-potty. Gross as it gets but what choice did I have. I used it by holding my nose and trying not to puke. I was relieved and that is what mattered. I even managed to stand it long enough to apply some cream where it was much needed. It felt cool on my lips and eased the pain from the local police department last night. I started to explore the city in hopes to finding someplace civil to bed down before night came.

I was well aware of the signs to look for. after a while you gain street smarts and can recognize others in the same position. I followed a couple to the back door of a church. There I was given a hot meal, a selection of donated clothes, and waited hours to be seen by a free doctor. I wanted to be sure I didn’t have injuries I wasn’t aware of.

The doctor was a woman and it made it easier to tell her what happened before coming here. she examined me thoroughly and I showed her the cream I was using. Her hands were soft and kind and she didn’t make me feel subhuman for the things I had done. When I felt her fingers probing into my rectum I asked what she was looking for, it seemed highly unusual for her to do such an invasive thing. She continued to do what felt to me like her making it more sexual than medical. Then her finger sunk in all the way to her knuckles and at the same time she used her other hand to perform the same action inside my sore pussy. This had nothing to do with a medical check-up, this was a doctor abusing her position. I tried to wiggle away but she said I needed to be still and let her receive payment for giving her the medication she needed and some pain killers to help. The idea of getting meds sounded great but was it worth enduring her mistreatment of me as a person? I shut my mouth and let her finger my holes. At least I knew her hands were clean and I would get something worthwhile out of the deal. She was a small woman so her fingers were thing and short and honestly, after the fuck I got last night, I barely felt her digging in my asshole.