Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Girl is the term used throughout this story to refer to one of the
characters....Girl in this context refers to a person 18 years old or there
abouts in age upward.  That's upwards.

   (F/F prostitute - rough language and made to be hot.)

   Also - Listen to Pink - Aerosmith - while reading- really!



   Curb Crawling by SafeWord (C)

   Impatiently she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for
the light to change.  She had been up and down this block three times now
it was almost noon, on this morning of New Years Eve.  The shops would be
closing soon and she still couldn't find the store!  She knew the general
location, where the store was, but not the exact address.  Normally she
would ask someone, but not in this neighbourhood.  The run down nature of
this area, spoke silently of low income and hard times.  The few shops she
had seen all had plywood, tightly boarding up the windows.

   Not an area she would normally be in except, she badly wanted to
exchange the sweater her aunt had given her for Christmas.  She was rapidly
downgrading the importance of that however by the minute.  Still, if she
didn't wear the sweater, her aunt would pester her forever and the size was
way too big for her.  It hung on her like a bed sheet.

   There had to be someone she could ask?  Perhaps that girl on the corner
there.  She leaned over and made as if to catch the girl's attention,
feeling sorry that the poor girl couldn't afford a better coat.  She was
hardly dressed and . . .  realization sank in and she sat up upright and
looked straight out her front window .

   Now ignoring the girl, who was looking over at her.  Face flushed red,
she pretended not to notice the girl's inquisitive stare.  It was a
prostitute!  My God!  She had almost called over a street prostitute. 
Luckily the light changed and she gunned the powerful car across the
intersection.  Almost hitting a staggering cursing wino crossing against
the light.

   After half a block, she caught her breath, slowed the car down and
resumed her search for the store, but the girl on the corner, remained
fixed in her mind.  How could someone do that for a living?  You'd have to
be really down on your luck to stoop so low as to - - images of the girl
naked on her knees, a fat male penis stuffed far down her throat, flickered
though her mind - - another of the girl sucking one man while another
faceless giant furiously fucked a huge cock into her little body from
behind.

   She shook her head, concentrate woman, there's more than one drunk in
this neighbourhood.  The car seats were heated but that didn't explain the
heat in her loins.  Now she was driving aimlessly, up one street, down
another, still searching for the shop but her mind kept drifting back to
the girl on the corner - - endless partners, endless faceless men, endless
erect cocks.  She must be on drugs, how could anyone . . .?

   Her own experience was limited to occasional encounters with her
husband, and that was very limited indeed.  His needs that way, with her,
were matter of fact, quick and totally one sided.  In morning's alone in
her bed, her fingers made up for her husband's ineptitude.  She had tried
to encourage him to linger a bit, be more creative but he approached their
bedroom like he approached his business dealings.  Self centred,
emotionless and completely task orientated.  It made him a success in
business, but not in the privacy of their bedroom.

   Still she wasn't unhappy, someday there would be children and that would
suffice to keep her occupied.

   Her thoughts wandered back to the girl on the corner again.  Wondering;
was she satisfied?  Did she come when she was being screwed by her
customers?  Did she like sucking their cocks?  She tried to imagine, what
it would be like to be on her knees in front of her husband.  He had told
her once bluntly that he wasn't interested in things like that, nor did he
ever offer to engage in anything like that for her.  She pondered on what
it would be like if he did?  If anyone did?  Which led her thoughts to; did
the girl have women customers?

   That thought, almost caused an accident, she had to swerve to avoid a
stopped car, she had not noticed, horns blared out behind her.  She shook
her head and tried to keep her mind fixed on driving.

   To no avail.

   She must have female customers?  New images appeared in her head - - the
girl, down between a women's legs, licking her.  Down between Her legs! 
Luckily, there was another red light in front of her.  She had worked
herself into a high state of sexual arousal and was really in no condition
to continue driving.  Her mind was all higgledy -piggledy, her body
glowing, with the warmth of excitement.

   She was leaning over to lower the setting on the car's air conditioner,
when a tapping on the passenger window, disrupted her dream state.  The
GIRL was standing beside the car tapping on the window.  Stunned!  She
realized, she'd driven, all the way around the block , right back to the
same corner.

   The girl made motions for her to roll down the window and she fumbled
for the button and lowered it.  The girl stuck her head in the window,

   " Hi there Honey.  Give me a lift along for a couple of blocks?"

   Dazed, she just sat there, finally nodding yes.

   "Cool . . .  Well Sugar, you've got to open the fuckin door!"

   Mind numb, she fumbled for the correct button, until the locks snapped
open and the girl opened the door and hopped in.  A wash of cold winter air
swirled into the car, mixed with a heavy dose of cheap perfume.

   "I was wondering when you'd get around to pulling over, you've checked
me out four times now, is this your first time making a pickup?"

   Pickup!?  Astonished, mouth open but speechless, she turned to the girl
to . . .  but her eyes were drawn to tiny slim feet in opened toed slings,
long bare legs topped by a mini skirt so small that it covered nothing. 
The girl's panties were visible, she was practically naked.

   "Well?" asked the girl.

   "Oh sorry.  No, I was just . . ."

   "Good, then you know the routine," the girl twisted her body, leaned
towards her and let her coat fall open.  An ample pair of breasts, barely
contained by a thin tank top though which nipples showed, was now just
inches from her face.  The girl's perfume and sweet body essence, assailed
her nostrils.

   The girls smiled . . .  "A hundred up front honey, gives you a half hour
of this.  If you want to go to a hotel then you pay for the room but this
is one fine car you're driving, the back seat looks as good as a bed.  Is
it yours?"

   "Ahhh . . .Yes, but I'm not sure . . ."

   "Oh don't worry Honey, I know a spot we can park, just around the
corner. Let's go, the lights changed!."

   She snapped back to concentrating on driving, checking carefully this
time for wayward winos.  Trying desperately, to gather her thoughts: the
girl actually thought she wanted to . . .  !  Then the creamy feeling
between her weak legs told her the truth, she did want to, images returned
of the girl's head bobbing between her legs.  One hundred dollars, she
spent more than that on a perm every month.  Maybe just once, it would be
interesting to, but No!  Not like this, she'd just tell the girl that . . .


   "Turn here Honey, pull into that parking garage, I know the attendant,
he won't charge you, we have a deal going.  Men!  Suck their dick once and
you own em!"

   Confused, she quickly turned into the parkade, cutting off a taxi.  More
horns blared ,accompanied by an upright finger.

   The girl screamed though the closed window . . .

   "FUCK OFF YOU DICKHEAD!!!  Fuckin cabbies, I charge them extra, the
pricks.  Go up to the fourth level Honey, there's a little spot between two
walls there, nice and dark just great for making out, no one can see
nothing.  Got the hundred Honey?"

   "Yes, but look I really can't . . ."

   "Oh sorry Honey.  I forgot you're driving, this your purse?  Shit! 
Honey What is this?  Calves skin, this musta cost you some loot, you got
one of those old rich, limp dick husbands or something?  More power to you
sweetheart.  A closet lezzie with a dickless wimp, what could be better,
eh! Here's the up ramp, turn here, I've got the hundred, you're loaded, I
took another twenty, I'm gonna give you a whole hour, you won't forget me
soon sweetheart.  My little News Years gift to you."

   "I think there's . . ."

   "Huh?  No not that one Sugar, that spot over there.  Stop the car.  I'm
getting in the back seat, there's not much room to get the doors open, once
you're parked."

   She stopped the car while the girl got out and climbed in the back. 
Trying to get her bearings, she started to look around.

   "Common Honey, back this big boat in, I'm ready."

   Nervously, because she wasn't all that great at backing up, she somehow
managed to get the car within the narrow alcove.  The oblivion of darkness
closed in around her.

   "Hurry Honey, the meter's running and you're paying!"

   She looked outside and could just see that she was parked too close to
the wall to open her door.

   "Climb over the seat Honey.  Dark ain't it?  Here, I'll steer you, Yes
Sugar.  I'm gonna steer you real good, for an hour straight."

   She undid her seat belt as the girl's hands guided, pulled her, across
the seat back.  Graceful as a flopping fish, she ended up face down across
the girl's lap.

   "That's a good spot.  Let's get you warmed up, hey!  "

   The girl's quick little hands slipped under her skirt and stripped her
pantyhose and panties down off her backside.  Shocked she felt the woman's
hands fondling her bare ass.

   "You've got one cute little ass Sugar, seems a shame to do this but . .
.!"

   The stinging slap that followed, opened her mouth in shock, the flurry
of quick little smacks along with heat and pain, made her reach her arms
behind her to try and protect her outraged bum.

   "Damn, I hate doing that, why your kind always wants a spanking, I'll
never figure out.  Okay my hand hurts too much for any more, down you go"

   One of the small girl's strong little hands, pushed her off the lap,
down unto her knees onto the car's floor.  Another hand guided her face,
downward, into a very naked crotch.  Her nose ended up, well buried in the
girl's hot, wet, pungent and very slippery pussy.  The girl curled a leg up
behind her head, locking it in position.  Her protests were muffled by the
girl's gaping flesh, her mind was too stupefied, to think a way out of
this, pandora's box she found herself in.

   "There you go sweetheart, I got you there, you do the rest, eat your
little heart out."

   Totally befuddled and unable to move her face, held in a secure, pussy
contact headlock.  The touch of the aroused girl's slit on her lips, made
her involuntarily slip her tongue out and taste.

   "That's nice, but don't tickle!  Common bitch, get that dirty little
tongue moving.  I need a little come.  Eat up, you sweet little pussy slut.
Common lick me , that's it, Yeah!  That's it Sugar, that feels good!" She
felt motions behind her head as the girl's fingers gripped her long hair
and wrapped it so tightly around her strong hand, that she felt hair
pulling at her temples.

   " I know you won't mind if I steer you a bit, you lezzies pay way too
much attention to my clit, I like to be licked everywhere, deep in my hole
and I like my feet licked and my back door, too.  You want to do that for
me; Don't you?"

   She put her hands on the girl to try and push away but the girl jerked
her hair so hard it hurt.  Really hurt.

   "Don't use your fingers Honey, I don't like that, keep your fuckin hands
down, do yourself, go on!  Frig yourself, you're paying for it."

   Knowing the situation was completely beyond her control, that she was
completely overpowered, silenced, she gave up protesting.  Slipping her
hands between her legs.  She did her best to make this completely
unmanageable girl happy and herself as well.

   "That's better, now you're getting into it.  Make me come Honey, Make me
come twice and I'll give you some extra time for free."

   Time, oh yes time.  It flowed along with the girl's mysterious juices
and fluids into her licking, sucking, open mouth.

   From then on, all she was instructed to do, she did.

   All she was told to do, she did, mindlessly.

   After a while she became lost in it, the wiggling of the women's hips,
the sopping, slippery fleshy folds sliding, smearing fluids, grinding on
her face.  The taste of the women, so unlike anything she had ever known, a
rich heavy cream not a bit unpleasant , clean enticing and delicately
poignant.  Her tongue extended and dove down into this fountain to lap up
this exquisite nectar.

   Images returned, of a women's face buried into deep in another's cunt
but now the woman, was her and she rubbed her own over flowing pussy, all
the faster, licked the women's folds and erect hooded altar, all the
faster. Making the girl and herself come, as a consequence.

   The girl, momentarily satisfied, pushed her head away.  Her nose slid
out of the wet grotto it had been nuzzled into.  Resting, above her head,
she heard the flick of a lighter and the strong smell of tobacco smoke,
drifted across her nose.  The women used her hand to push her face lower,
much lower, to darker, stranger tasting places.

   "That was nice real Honey, you get your face down south and lick me
there for a while, I like that, it gets me hot really fast, come on bitch,
I want to feel your tongue in my ass, that's a girl, Yeah, that's a good
girl."

   She didn't think, she didn't even think about thinking, she just used
her tongue to taste, to lick and her own fingers to rub and rub and rub and
bring herself off to a second, third, shattering orgasm.  Then lapped on,
until the girl finally pulled her head back up so her lips were positioned,
on the girl's clit.

   "Suck it this time Honey, suck it hard!"

   The miniature penis now in her mouth was so sensitive that every motion
of her lips or tongue made the girl cry out and pull her face closer.  She
relished on the wonder of this small bit of another women's flesh, she
laved it, nibbled on it, worried it with her teeth.  Her tongue bathed it,
up and down in slow hard strokes.  Side to side in soft fast see saws.  In
little flicking cat licks from underneath that made the girl jump with
every flicking lick.  She buried her tongue far inside this wondrous
cavern, this succulent pussy, her new found friend.

   All the while the girl whimpered and clawed at her scalp, all the while
her own fingers worried her own little nub of pleasure as both of them
shuddered and came ,and came , so many many times.

   Finally, fingers stiff, her pussy sore from furious rubbing.  After
seeming hours, of her head, face, lips, tongue being steered, pushed and
pulled around all of the girls private openings and parts.  She was pushed
away, by the very satisfied street walker with the words . . .

   "That's enough for now, save some for later.  You're a greedy little pig
aren't you.  You sure must like my taste, okay you little slut, just lick
my feet for a while.  While I get my breath, then off you go."

   After a while she was pushed away, back onto her haunches, she let her
head rest on the car seat.  She was completely exhausted.  Her tongue was
actually tired, she had licked areas of this girl, that she had never seen
on a women's body, not even her own.  She had even kissed the girls feet,
sucked toes, placed under her lips for her mouth's attention.

   On her knees, pantyhose down, she watched as the girl pulled back on her
panties and her coat then open up the car door, just enough to squeeze out
into the parkade.

   "That was great Honey, you give good head, you be sure to keep coming
round to see me, now.  I give discounts to my regulars.  Speaking of which
I've got to hurry.  I promised a couple guys, I'd do em, before this years
out.  Bring me a coffee next time, eh?  A Large Double Double."

   With another rush of cold December air, the girl was gone.

   After a while, she picked herself up off the car floor, pulled together
her clothes and crawled back into the front seat.  Automatically she
started the car into motion and drove down and out of the parkade, not even
protesting when the smiling attendant charged her fifteen dollars, for
three hours parking.

   As she drove home, she forgot about that, she even forgot about
returning the sweater.  Her only thought was, where the heck was the
closest coffee shop, to that darling girl's corner?

   End



   (C) CopyRight 2003 Safeword

   Pink Pink it's my new obsession Pink it's not even a question Pink on
the lips of your lover, 'cause Pink is the love you discover Pink as the
bing on your cherry Pink 'cause you are so very Pink it's the color of
passion `Cause today it just goes with the fashion Pink it was love at
first sight, yea Lyrics by Aerosmith