Chapter 9

Vivian wanted to provide a few more pointers to Ellie, but another 'client' happened along and she drew him into the bushes for a quick fuck.

When he left, the two women gave each other the agreed upon percentage from their respective 'tricks'. Then Viv decided to call it a night, for she had information to impart to the young runaway about the do's and don'ts of fucking a John.

They went to an all night diner, and Viv had coffee and Danish; Ellie a vanilla shake. Viv complemented Ellie on her ability to size up the john's after only a few brief words with them. "But I'm telling you," she said, "there're johns and there's johns. Some are different as night is to day."

Dabbing at her lips with a napkin, Ellie asked, "I don't understand."

"Some men are easy to read, like you're Freddie. But I'm warning you, be careful of all of them. Some are predators, and dangerous to a working girl. You've heard about serial killers, right?"

Ellie's eye's widened as she nodded her head.

"I thought so," Viv said, also nodding. "It just so happens they like picking on us working girls; making us their victims."

"God!" Ellie gasped, shocked by the news.

"Yeah, better to be careful around them. All of them. That's why it's good to work together, like we did tonight. You know if someone tries something the other can come and help, or get help. Screaming is good. I've got a police whistle that I keep with me. I'll pick one up for you in the morning. Blow that and the police will come running. The pervert will take off, not wanting to risk having to explain himself to them."

"I had no idea," Ellie said, obviously shaken by Viv's information.

"Most johns are okay. Some are weird, but most are normal, if wanting a perfect stranger to blow you is normal."

Ellie giggled into her straw, obviously feeling better.

"Tell me something, Ellie. How did you know the john would pay you what you asked?"

"He was dressed in expensive clothes, spoke like a college guy, and smelled nice."

"I've had some like that wouldn't meet me halfway on price. I had to walk away."

"Really? It never occurred to me," Ellie told her.

"Maybe you were lucky, maybe not. Just keep what I told you in mind at all times."

"I will, and thanks Viv. So what kind of perv's have you met?"

"In this business, over time you'll meet all of them. There are guys who want to pee on you, or worse."

"Ewe!"

"Some want you to do it to them."

"You did this in the park?"

Vivian laughed a deep hearty laugh. "No, Most of the time I use a motel, or hotel room. It's really to cold out here in the winter, and then, the vice squad occasionally comes around and makes things uncomfortable for us hookers."

"Do you have a particular place you use? I ask 'cause I'd guess you'd get a good rate and all, using the place every day."

"Good question. I have two places that I frequent. One I get half price."

"Wow!"

"No wow about it. It costs me a blowjob later on that evening. Still, it's worth it considering the money saved. Sometimes I even get the john to pay for the room. Then my 'friend' splits the cash with me after the john leaves."

"You think I should take Freddie to one of these rooms tomorrow?"

"Not a bad idea, Ellie; if he's paying three hundred, why not? You never know if he'll turn out to be a cash cow."

"A cash cow, gee, I never heard that one before."

"I should fill you in on the cops."

"What about them? I mean, they catch me doing it, I get arrested, right?"

"Not necessarily. See, if the john you're with is somebody important, they may let you both go. Or, they might take the john's money ... and yours too, for that matter. And before they let you go, you'll have to give them a freebie or two."

"That's it?"

"Oh, no, it's never that simple. They'll ask you questions; all kinds of questions. They do this to see if you know anything about any crimes committed recently, or to see if you know anyone they happen to be looking for. In other words, they try to make you an informer. Whatever you do, don't give up any information too easily. They won't believe you. Let them slap you around a little, or threaten you with serious time first."

Ellie didn't care for the part about getting slapped around at all, and said so.

"Its life, sweetie, think of the alternative - jail time."

"Oh, yeah," she said simply. "That is worse."

The two talked for another hour before calling it quits and left the diner. It was two in the morning, fairly early for hookers to knock off work.

Ellie met Freddie the following night in the park, and sure enough, he had the money, handing it to her as soon as they met.

"I've never done it with a girl as pretty as you," he said right off.

Ellie flushed. She was not used to compliments from men. Usually she was gaga over them and so horny she couldn't wait to spread her legs. But Freddie was different; she found herself growing sweet on him. She was well aware that Vivian had stressed that she not get involved with her johns, but still, there was something about Freddie.

She brought him to the room Vivian recommended; she would blow the desk clerk afterward. That had already been established. She did not gouge Freddie for room money, thinking three hundred should entitle him to a warm bed. To her surprise, he was shy at first. She chided herself for not rubbing his dick and making him hot right away, but she was enjoying her time with him, wanting to prolong it as long as necessary. Part of her reasoning was that Viv would have her out walking the park as soon as she finished with him. The other reason, of course, was her liking him and wanting to have him return again, 'And, ' she told herself, 'Viv can't bitch about that.'

They started off sitting in the only chair in the dingy hotel room, a rickety armchair. Ellie coaxed Freddie into a brief necking session, kissing him on the mouth, encouraging him until he sent his tongue out to meet hers.

"Touch me, Freddie," she cooed, and he ran a hand along her leg, up and down and Ellie found herself growing aroused.

'Hmmm, ' she thought, 'I think I'm liking this," and she began to work the zipper of his fly.

Once his reasonably sized cock came into view, Freddie suggested they get on the bed.

"Sure, baby," Ellie replied. "Want me to get on top?"

"Sure," he said, "you lead, I'll follow."

"Oh, you're so cute!" she giggled as she fitted a rubber on his weenie.

Settling down on him and drawing his dick into her recesses, she began to rock to and fro. Freddie came quickly, jetting a full load into the tight fitting rubber. Ellie took pains in removing the rubber from his limp dick. She had never used one before, and marveled at the amount of life-forming fluid contained in the skin-like sac.

Freddie started to put his underwear on, but Ellie touched his thigh and shook her head. "We're not finished lover boy," she said in a husky tone.

"I thought..." he began, but Ellie put a hand round his neck and pulled him to her and kissed him. They necked for almost thirty minutes, Ellie thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. Freddie couldn't have been happier and he was rock hard when her mouth closed over him; and as she blew him, he explored her finely toned body, ending up by fingering her pussy, already wet and receptive to his single digit entry.

Then, to Freddie's delight, Ellie began to buck against his finger.

"Are you gonna cum?" He asked, almost frightened at the prospect.

"Yeah..." she gasped, having taken his member from between her lips. "I'm gonna cum all right. Keep that up Freddie, just like that!"

Ellie couldn't believe it when instead of proceeding, he stopped.

"What ... Freddie!" she cried in way of complaining. But Freddie, highly inflamed by her words, picked Ellie up and brought her back to the armchair and bent her over the chair so her face was buried in the cushions, her behind up in the air. Freddie roughly pulled her legs apart, and Ellie offered no resistance as she was breathing heavily, turned on by his actions, and caught up wondering what he was up to. She found out soon enough, for Freddie started feeling her ass with one hand and her pussy with the other.