7: Skirts and Cars
#7 of All Nightmares Must End
(another No Yiff, Im so sorry, but Dont worry its leading up to a Yiff in the next chapter ^_^)
*Click*... *Click*, *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* he sat there pulling the trigger over and over but the bullet train was out of tickets so to speak. The frequent clicking of the trigger slowing until he just dropped the gun to the dirty alleyway puddle. His head falling into his hands as tears ran from his eyes muttering over and over "why cant it just end?" And there in that alleyway he would cry himself to sleep with legs pulled up against his chest and arms wrapped around them, his face buried from sight.
He didn't know how long he had been out but he did know when he woke up he remembered the sound of buzzing and a stomach turning stench that woke him up to hurl his guts out into the puddle in front of him, covering the pistol at his feet in the remains of his last meal until he was heaving dry and had to find the strength to stand and gather his duffle bag of clothes to stumble out of the alleyway to at the very least find some fresher air, as fresh as one could find in the bad parts of Orange Grove City that was.
Making his way out from the alleys to the city street it was business as usual as the final weeks of winter began to give way to the on coming warmer months, the freezing city air complimented by the warmth of a smog hazed sun beating down high overhead. Just another cursed day in this dingy hole of a city people lived in. Turning down the street he didn't know where he was going or why he even bothered to keep walking something inside of him seemed to just keep him moving as if to prevent him from submitting to death at the hands of they city as he had so closely encountered all those times since he ran from home.
The day passed as if time was non existent he had been walking cross this maze of streets and grime until the sun had fallen behind the dense jungle of old beaten buildings and the red sky shone barely though the haze. Street lights flickering on to block out the starlight and the smog thickened, choking the throats of those who weren't used to its thick putrid flavoring upon the air. Keysha finally though couldn't walk any farther his feet were sore, his legs needing rest, and the only thing near by was the remains of an old broken bench in front of the window sill of a long since forgotten store. Taking seat upon the window sill as best he could he sighed, eyes turning down towards the ground, had it been the same bench he had broken he didn't know for sure he didn't even remember, and if so had he been wandering in circles all this time. One thing was for sure however his stomach was empty and he would have to find a place to hide soon before the nightly filth worked their way to the streets to do their deeds upon the city, but once sitting he was too tired, too tired to move.
The sun finally faded over the horizon that was masked by the jungle of buildings, and violet eyes were feeling a tad heavy as they gazed out over the streets which seemed to come to life this night. Oddly enough nobody seemed to bother him but what he saw next would surely offer a glimmering ray of hope, well as glimmering as any hope could be in this cursed place. A woman skimpily clad in fishnet and leather walking to the corner by the red light. Soon a few more followed up behind her as the nightly traffic began to increase and cars would cruse the streets. One of the women walked up to a car talking to the driver making lewd comments of sex back and forth and the door was opened and she was in the vehicle riding away as the light turned green. He couldn't believe his eyes and ears, he had to see it again, and sure enough another car came along, and another went home with the driver. A smile brightened across his face he couldn't believe that was all he had to do was just do the things him and Johnny had done to get money to eat and sleep on... it was so simple. Moving off the window sill he took a moment to examine how the women were dressed and noted a few of their outfits resembled the old school uniform of his mother, and he smiled carrying himself into a back alley to change taking careful time to hide his bag of clothes before moving to the street corner to join those women.
A bright smile was across his face as he looked them each over, however the most of them turned to him with dirty looks. Swallowing down a whimper as he took a step back one stepped forward a female artic fox cursing as she balled up a fist. "YOU LITTLE CUNT GET OFF OUR CORNER BEFORE WE KILL YOU, FIND YOURE OWN GODDAMN TERRITORY BITCH" The others soon joining in until one of them a orange and black furred fox stepped in as they closed around Keysha glaring to them all,
"Hey back off shes just a kid..." the fox however paused a moment sniffing his neck.
"... He's just a kid" she said in correction. Her eyes turned locking to Keysha's "What are you doing out here dressed like a little girl?" she asked her voice calm compared to the angered slurs and accents of the others who were only backing down thanks to the fox.
Whimpering a little as his violet orbs fearfully tried to meet hers "I.. I wanted to do what you're doing, I don't have a family or anywhere to go, I'll die out here please just let me do what you do please" he begged his eyes breaking contact as tears began to well within them expecting to be shoved off like common trash until a surprising word hit his ear.
"Okay, just one thing, Do not call yourself a boy, say your a tranny if they ask. Last male prostitute I saw who cross dressed ended up getting stabbed for it. You're young so you can get away with the flat chest, and as long as they think your a tranny you will be fine."
He quirked a brow at that word, "Tranny... whats a tranny?"
"Its a woman who's born with a penis instead of a vagina" she would respond to him before standing and patting him on the shoulder "I gotta get to work now, so just be careful ok." she would tell him before walking off.
He just was more confused than ever he didn't even know what a vagina was he didn't know women didn't have the same parts he did and for the time he thought about those things trying to visualize in his head what one could possibly look like until a voice yelled out at him "HEY PINK GIRL" and one of the girls gave him an rather rough slap on the arm "Eh Chico they talkin' to you".
He turned catching sight of a girl in an old red car feeling a hand at his back shove him forward making him walk forward. Heading to the window just as he had watched them do, mimicking the words he heard them use "Hello there" he said leaning with his ass upturned tail raised up high against his back as he had seen one of the anthro girls do when he was watching.
The person in the car turned to look at him, a beautiful female wolf, her fur and head fur dyed a vibrant purple with a white underbelly clad in a black leather bra and very short skirt "Whatcha charge for a full night cutie"
He thought back to what he heard the others say nobody asked for a full night. He began doing the math in his head totaling up another's price for a full night to about 450 dollars "Four Hundred Fifty dollars" he replied.
The lock clicked and she smirked reaching into her purse "get in babe!"
His eyes went wide smiling so brightly he didn't even bother to open the door just leaping in though the window to the seat and looking to her of course he was nervous but he was getting money and a roof over his head, what could be better than this. The light turned green and the girl hit the pedal the car revving up and speeding off into the night.