flashquake Fiction - Get You Dirty by Pamelyn Casto

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Get You Dirty
by Pamelyn Casto

Hey, you're the one. You got yourself a fine little shape, looking so fresh and clean. Virginal. Unsoiled. You look like high class stuff that ought to get involved with someone like me. And I want to really get into you. Deep into you. That feel good to have me looking at you, to have me breathing on you like this? Feel good when I touch you with my hot hands? You know it does. You're coming with me.

But I'm not promising you no forever shit. Might only be for one night. I got this big bed and a big desire to know you. You'll get real dirty with me too. I'll bring you down to my level and my level's pretty damned low sometimes. I'll bend that cute little uptight back of yours and I'll soil you, put my hands, my fingers, my presence, my marks all over you. And I'll take you at my leisure, slow or fast as I want. Make you mine for as long as I want you.

You better know too that it ain't good, if it don't please me, you'll be out faster than a rabbit hopping on hot asphalt. And I'll have another in my bed in no time flat. There are so many who'll gladly come home with me. Remember that. You'll have to work hard to satisfy me because I've been around. Plenty.

And you'll never be the same again. When I'm through with you, you'll be damaged goods. Those who take their turn after me will be able pick you up for a few coins. Maybe even for free. You like that idea of being picked up cheap by just anyone that wants you? Or taken for free? Some do. Maybe you too.

So let's really see that high class stuff you're advertising. Let's go find out what you're really like. What we're like together, mixing it up. You're mine because I want you. Bad.

"Miss? I'll take this book. Can you ring it up for me?"