Chapter 1

The young pretty girl was there again, standing in the alley below my 3rd floor window. I’d seen her there many times before and masturbated as I watched her five or six times. The tiny blonde took a puff from her cigarette, trying to be as sexy as possible, while she stroked a man’s dick with her other hand. Despite her short skirt and heavy makeup, she only looked 14 or 15 years old. She was slightly under five feet tall and didn’t even have a hint of tits. To weigh eighty pounds, she would have to put something heavy in her purse. Seeing a girl her age do the things she did was disturbing, but oddly arousing at the same time.

Her customer and I watched her lips and cheeks as she took a puff from her cig, imagining what it would feel like to have our cocks in her mouth instead. It wasn’t taking long. He was about to finish and put his hand over hers. He forced her hand in the direction he wanted as she tried to aim the stream toward the ground. The girl complained, “Hey! No!” He squirted most of his spunk on the little girl’s pink blouse and black skirt, deliberately soiling her.

He dropped a twenty on the ground. “Filthy little whores should be used to getting dirty.” He picked up a clod of mud and threw that at her too. It splattered as it hit her belly. He smiled cruelly as he said, “Dirty little baby whore.” She cried as he walked away laughing. I felt quite bad for her. She was just a girl doing a disgusting job to survive.

She dropped her cigarette and crushed it out with her little red high heel, picked up the money, then sat on the back stairs of my building. She kept crying as she took out some tissues and tried cleaning her blouse and skirt, but it just smeared the dirt and semen into the fabric. I walked down to talk to her. Her makeup was streaked by tears and her clothes were filthy. I said, “Hi, I’m Jason. You can use my bathroom if you want to clean up.”

She wiped her eyes and said, “I’m Amy. Thanks.” She followed me to my apartment. I was surprised she didn’t hesitate to remove her blouse and skirt, then put them in the bathroom sink in front of me.

I pointed. “The soap is over there.” She was now wearing only her shoes and little kid panty briefs. Her chest was nearly flat as a boy’s and I found her strawberry-sized breast bumps extremely arousing. Apparently, she didn’t care what I saw. I wondered why she was so trusting. I might be a murderer for all she knew.

She said, “I don’t mind if you jerk off when you watch me. If you only watch, I know you’re shy and not mean.”

“Uh, um...”

“I hope somebody will help if they see a guy really hurt me.” She sniffled. “Please keep watching me?”

I gently rested my hand on her shoulder as I smiled. “I will, I sure will.”

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.