Mona stood staring at herself in the mirror as she applied thick smoky
layers of black eyeliner.  She was a thin red-headed girl covered from head
to toe in coffee and cream colored freckles.  Mona was one of those girls
that never quite looked grown up.  She had oversized baby blue yes, thick
pink lips, small firm breasts, and had mastered an ever present sulky pout.
With her dark shoulder length tousled hair, black cotton sun dress, flip
flops, excessive eyeliner and cherry lip gloss, she was the picture of a
petulant rebellious street urchin.

   Her messy effeciency apartment was visible in the mirror as well.  She
rented the place for fifty dollars a week.  Clothes, newspapers, porno
mags, and dirty dishes were scattered everywhere, covering every visible
surface.  The only clean spot in the whole apartment was the side of the
bed that she slept on, a little nest of crumpled white sheets in the midst
of the multi-colored chaos.  Her rent was due, and she was broke.

   Mona didn't consider herself a prostitute.  She had a job as a cocktail
waitress working Friday and Saturday nights, and it normally got her by. 
But once or twice a month she found herself in a pinch, and turning a few
tricks was the fastest way to fix it.

   She left the apartment at about ten in the morning and walked to a
nearby parking garage.  It was a massive structure serving several large
office buildings and shopping complexes.  Half of the garage was
underground, the other half shared the skyline with the rest of the city
buildings.  Mona knew the layout well, and quickly made her way to a
secluded stairwell.

   As the big metal door clanged shut behind her the sound echoed, bouncing
down through the concrete shaft.  Everything was grey, cold, hard, and
quiet.  The stairwell was perfectly silent except for the echoes caused by
the movements of anyone travelling through it.  The cold light of
industrial flourescent lamps added to the sterile and desolate atmosphere.

   Very few people used these stairs.  Most prefered the elevator or the
stairway that was more centrally located.  She had passed days here before,
and knew that she had no reason to expect more than one or two people to
come through per hour.  She kept descending, passing one level after the
other, until she arrived at the very last landing, the bottom story of the
parking garage.

   The stairway terminated in a concrete room with a large metal door
opening onto the bottom floor of the parking garage.  A narrow walkway to
the side of the stairs lead back to a large secluded nook underneath them.
Various bits of decommisioned maintenance equipment had been stored there.
Somehow the jumble of old mops and utility carts made the dimly lit space
feel lived in.

   Mona sat down on the bottom step of the stairs, propped her elbows on
her knees and her head on her hands, and waited.  She was very patient. 
She didn't think about much as the hours passed, she just breathed in and
out and waited.  She could hear when one of the big metal doors above her
clanged open, she could tell whether the stranger above her was going up or
down, she listened as the sounds of thier footsteps grew louder as they
approached her.  In between thier comings and goings were long periods of
silence where she just sat listening to the pipes rattle and the
flourescents pop and hiss.

   Several people just walked right by her, rushing down the stairs and
through the door without even glancing at her.  Mona didn't pay them any
attention, never broke from her reverie.  But this time she knew it would
be different even before he man stopped at the door, turned around to look
at her, and asked her for a lighter.  She had heard the way he ambled
slowly down the stairs.  He had nowhere to be.

   He stood in front of her, a thin tattoed white boy dressed like he was
black, in baggy pants and and a black cotton hoodie.  She looked up at him
slowly, locking those sad blue eyes on him as she pulled up the hem of her
dress on one side to retrieve the lighter she had tucked into the waistband
of her bikini underwear.  She stood up and walked towards him, flicking the
flame and holding it out.  Quickly he pulled out a cigarette and puffed it
to life as she held the light for him.  In a studied shy manner she turned
away from him to tuck the lighter back into her underwear.  "Hey man, can I
have a drag?" she asked, and he quietly passed the ciggarette to her as he
looked her over.  She gripped it with fingernails that were chewed to the
quick and coated with chipped black nail polish.  Her fingers shook, and
she never lost her pout or slight cower.  They stood quietly, passing the
smoke back and forth until it was finished.

   "You need some money?" the boy asked as he ground the cigarette out
under his heel.  She just nodded.  "What will you do for $25?", he asked.
"Whatever you want." came the soft voiced reply.  "You got some place to
go?" he asked her.  She smiled softly and moved towards the passageway next
to the stairs, looking over her shoulder and beckoning him to follow.

   Once he was sure that they had privacy, the boy wasted no time.  He
pushed Mona up against a wall and pinned her body between him and the
concrete.  She had half tripped over a jumble of old mops as he pushed her,
and she struggled to keep her footing as he agressively ran his hands all
over her body.  He groped her ass and her little tits as he ground his cock
against her.  She pulled down the straps of her sundress to expose her
chest to him as he reached under her dress and pulled her flimsy panties to
the side.  While he ran his fingers across and inside of her pussy and over
her breasts, she undid his pants.  They dropped to the floor around his
ankles, exposing his hard cock.  He pulled up his shirt with one hand as he
grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up around his waist.  Less than two
minutes after they had walked into the dimly lit alcove, he was jabbing his
cock into her.

   Mona was always somewhat overwhelmed by these encounters, and this time
was no different.  The speed of it had left her no time to become sexually
aroused, she was still struggling to keep her balance amongst the pile of
junk, now she only had one leg to support herself with, his cock was
hurting her, and his hard thrusts were threatening to topple her over.  The
sound of his heavy breathing reverberated through the small space as the
pale light dimly lit his lust filled expression.  He fucked her hard and
fast, one hand on her ass cheek, the other full of her little breast, both
hands in a death grip that made her ache.  As she stared into the murky
darkness over his shoulder she just focussed on taking it well, letting him
use her, not doing anything to mess up his experience.

   She felt his dick swelling, his thrusts getting faster, his heavy
breathing turning into strangled grunts, and then he was grinding against
her crotch as his cock throbbed and pumped.  He collapsed against her as
his cum oozed down her thighs, his weight on her chest making it hard for
her to breathe.  When he pulled away she just stood against the wall,
straightening her dress out and catching her breath as his cum ran down her
thighs.  He pulled his pants back on, dug the money out of his pocket and
handed it to her, then left without saying a word.

   Mona was shaking, and she slid down the wall to sit on the floor in the
darkness, resting her head on her knees as she tried to regain her
composure.  She could smell his cum.  After a while she got up and tucked
the money in a corner, used a towel on one of the utility carts to mop up
her pussy, ran her fingers through her hair and prepared to face the world
again.  Slowly she emerged from under the stairs and took her seat on the
bottom step again.  She still needed $25 more dollars...