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** FEBUARY 24TH ** |
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*** A FLAT ON DORREL ROAD - 5:00 PM *** |
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| Randy is sitting at a table drinking alcohol and smoking fags with Polly and several of the other toms living and working in the house. | |
| Randy Lomax: | And I swear, they were as big as potatoes! He tried to get me to suck on one of them but it wouldn't fit in me bloody mouth! |
| Randy grins and the girls cackle with laughter. Polly takes a mouthful of beer and grins across at Randy. | |
| Polly Page: | Who's this then? |
| Randy Lomax: | My latest client. Man, he had big balls. I usually like sucking on them, they taste all nice and salty, but in his case they wouldn't have bloody fitted so no way! Have another drink, Poll, show us what a woman you are! |
| Polly shrugs and takes a few more swigs, dropping the ash from her cigarette into the ashtray next to her with a relaxed sigh. | |
| Polly Page: | So, where are you going to start tonight, Shell? Usual place? |
| Shell scoffs, raising an eyebrow at her young colleague. | |
| Shell Dockley: | What do you care, babyface? Haven't decided yet but I can assure you it will be well away from you. |
| Polly rolls her eyes with a smirk. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Scared of the competition, Shell? |
| Shell Dockley: | Who me? Compete with the brat? She only gets the pervs anyway. Not my scene. |
| Polly Page: | Oh, get over it, will ya! Like it or not, I'm staying. I'd be a bit nicer if I were you, too. |
| Randy Lomax: | Yeah, leave her alone Shell. She's worth twice as much as you to Tom, you old slapper. |
| Randy's voice is tinged with a hint of steel. Polly grins proudly. | |
| Polly Page: | I'm worth twice as much as her to anyone and she knows it. |
| Randy and several of the other girls laugh at Polly's words. | |
| Randy Lomax: | You tell her, Poll. |
| Shell throws an empty beer can in Polly's direction. | |
| Shell Dockley: | You just wait, babyface. You'll get done over real good one day the rate you're going. That'll wipe that smirk off ya face for good! |
| Shell stands and paces back to her room in disgust. Randy giggles as Shell leaves. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Looks like she's upset, Polly. Well done. |
| Randy smiles at the small girl. | |
| Polly Page: | She's nothing, dried up old tart. |
| Randy glances after Shell. Polly finishes off her drink and drops the can to the floor, focussing on her fag. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Couldn't agree more. You're really enjoying sucking on that, aren't you? |
| Randy grins. | |
| Polly Page: | They're okay once you get used to 'em. Makes a nice change to be on this end of one. |
| Randy Lomax: | You had trouble with punters with ciggys before? |
| Randy looks momentarily concerned. Polly shrugs, stubbing out her smoke. | |
| Polly Page: | Just a bit. You? |
| Randy Lomax: | Arms, legs, the usual. Once had someone stub one out on my eyelid. I kicked him in the nuts and got the hell out of there. |
| Randy sighs and opens another can of beer. Polly cringes. | |
| Polly Page: | Musta hurt. Yeah, same here. Arms mainly. |
| Randy Lomax: | Show us. |
| Randy nods at Polly's arms inside her sleeves. Polly pulls up her sleeve and shows the others her wrists. | |
| Polly Page: | Looks worst than it is. |
| Randy gasps slightly at the sight of the multiple injuries and spits onto the floor. | |
| Randy Lomax: | The bastards! I'd bite their balls off and ram them down their throats if I had half a chance! |
| Randy is shaking her head sadly as Tom enters the small room and looks around at his girls. | |
| Tom Varney: | Evening girls. Evening Polly. |
| Tom nods at the smallest girl in the crowd. Polly smiles lightly up at the older man. | |
| Polly Page: | Where ya been? |
| Tom Varney: | Hard at work finding you girls some new customers. I have a whole armful of them, too. |
| Polly nods over at Randy. | |
| Polly Page: | That's what we like to hear, ain't it. |
| Tom walks over to stand beside Polly. He leans down and whispers in her ear. | |
| Tom Varney: | How are you feeling, sweetheart? Not too sore from your working day I hope? |
| Polly rises from her chair with a wink over at Randy. | |
| Polly Page: | Excuse me, won't ya. Meet up at the usual, Rand? |
| Randy nods. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Enjoy your "break". Be nice with him. |
| Polly Page: | I always am. |
| Polly follows behind Tom towards their bedroom. Randy smiles and turns back to her drink. The chatter of the other girls resumes as Tom leads Polly upstairs. | |
| Tom Varney: | I'm really in the mood, Poll. I've been working non-stop all day and I've been just bursting to get home and see you. |
| Polly shakes her hair out of its loose ponytail and slips off her jacket and jumper crawling across the double bed. | |
| Polly Page: | I missed ya, stuck with that lot all day. That Shell is a right bitch too, she's really got it in for me. Just jealous, I guess. |
| Polly smiles as she tosses her shoes onto the floor and pulls off her skirt and underwear, laying diagonally across the bed with a smirk. | |
| Tom Varney: | Well she's got a lot to be jealous of! My, aren't you fine? Eleven years old, you look nine and you're like a thirty year old in bed. Yum! |
| Tom licks his lips then bends down and buries his face in Polly's crotch. She moans softly as he traces his tongue along her lips and clit. | |
| Tom Varney: | Delicious! Tell me how good it feels! |
| Tom gently pokes his tongue in and out of Polly's entrance. She runs her hands along Tom's upper arms, trailing delicate kisses along his chest and neck. | |
| Polly Page: | Surely you've a better use for my mouth than talking? |
| Polly giggles playfully. Tom continues to suck on Polly's clit, gently using his hands to stroke it. | |
| Tom Varney: | I want you to get your fun out of the way first, then I can give you a double helping! |
| Tom smiles and continues to play with Polly's clit. | |
| Polly Page: | Nah, I prefer it with you, more fun. |
| Polly pulls him closer towards her, kissing him passionately. Tom sighs and gently starts to trail his chin up Polly's body. He lightly flicks her nipples with his tongue and puts her hands on his trousers, rubbing them against the lump there. | |
| Tom Varney: | Now take them off and we can get started. |
| Polly smiles in satisfaction and professionally unzips his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles. | |
| Polly Page: | Better? |
| Tom grins as his large, purplish erection stands straight up. He gently rubs it between Polly's legs then reaches down with both hands and starts massaging her lips. Polly groans as his fingers delve into the sides of her opening. | |
| Tom Varney: | Much better. |
| Tom pulls Polly towards him and holds his erection steady as Polly lowers herself onto the throbbing monster. Polly cringes as Tom thrusts deep inside her. | |
| Polly Page: | You like that, don't ya! |
| Tom Varney: | Oh yeah. Get moving, up and down. You're so tight and so cute! |
| Tom screws up his face as he thrusts into Polly again and again. Polly moves herself professionally on him, grinning down at the dark haired, hairy man for approval. Tom lies back and thrusts upward to meet Polly's downward movements. | |
| Tom Varney: | Talk dirty Polly, you know I love it when you do. |
| Polly flutters her eyelids, dropping her voice to a husky tone. | |
| Polly Page: | You mean when you do me so hard and fast like you are now. When you push deeper and deeper and fill me so tight I can hardly breath. |
| Tom moans softly as he enters Polly. | |
| Tom Varney: | Yes, yes. I want to hear you moan as we come together! |
| Polly lets her hair drop over her face, her speed increasing. | |
| Polly Page: | You know how much I want you... |
| Tom Varney: | Yeah! I want you to feel me inside you. I want you to gasp as I go all the way in! |
| Polly speaks roughly, her hands caressing his chest as she moans in pleasure. Tom pulls down roughly on Polly's small body and leans forward to nibble on her nipples. Polly breaths faster and louder, letting out short groans as he delves deeper into her. Tom whispers huskily. | |
| Polly Page: | Oh Tommy, you're my favourite! You're the best! |
| Tom Varney: | Are you about to come? I can feel you trembling down there. |
| Tom pushes his erection completely into Polly's small body. His balls slap against her legs. Polly screams in enjoyment, pushing herself closer towards him, her nipples hardening as she nears orgasm. | |
| Polly Page: | I'm gonna come! |
| Tom Varney: | Yes! I can feel it, you're positively dripping! Oh yeah! |
| Tom moans as he shoots his come deep inside Polly's body. Polly grips her knees as she throws her head back as she too climaxes. | |
| Polly Page: | Oh, yeah! |
| Tom continues to thrust himself in and out of Polly, his come slowly trickling down the sides of his erection as he continues to pump himself inside. | |
| Tom Varney: | I promised you a double helping, sweetheart. And I'm going to deliver! |
| Polly continues rocking backwards and forwards, moaning in ecstasy. | |
| Polly Page: | Go for it! |
| Tom rams himself inside Polly again, rubbing his erection against her vaginal walls. He rapidly gets hard again and he kisses Polly on the lips and cheeks as he pushes inside her once more, his erection lubricated by his own come. | |
| Tom Varney: | Oh yes, baby you are the best! |
| Tom tenses and sighs hoarsely as his erection hardens and he shoots another load of come inside Polly's young body. She merely lies there as he pulls out, his erection wet and somewhat wilted. Polly is very wet and he looks down at her hungrily. | |
| Tom Varney: | Do you fancy some ice-cream? |
| Polly rolls over onto her back, spreading her knees wide to allow him access. Tom bends down and slides his tongue around Polly's lips, picking up the drips of come and sweat that are covering Polly's opening. She shudders in please as he licks her clit. | |
| Tom Varney: | Mmmm, delicious. There's nothing that can compare with the taste of an eleven-year-old! |
| Tom slips his tongue inside Polly and swivels his head, licking her labia and cleaning away all traces of come from her vagina. Tom pulls his head back once Polly is as smooth as glass and coughs slightly as he swallows the mixed come. | |
| Tom Varney: | Now do you wanna repay the favour? |
| Polly winks and crawls across the bed. | |
| Polly Page: | Of course! |
| Tom gets to his knees and reaches down with one hand to grab his weak erection. He proffers it to Polly, drips of come still oozing out of the head. | |
| Tom Varney: | Then suck. Don't bite like you did last time just 'cause it's bigger than most. |
| Polly licks her lips teasingly as she lowers herself over him, gently licking away the moisture. After a moment she slowly pulls him into her mouth, sucking gently until he is clean. Letting him drop out of her, Polly crawls back up to his side, laying her head on his shoulder as she softly strokes his chest. | |
| Polly Page: | What you were after? |
| Tom frowns. | |
| Tom Varney: | How do you mean? |
| Polly Page: | I mean, that what you wanted? Did I do it right and all? |
| Tom ruffles Polly's slightly dishevelled blonde hair. | |
| Tom Varney: | You were brilliant. Best root I've had for months. I think I'll charge your punters double what I was before, you're so experienced! |
| Tom rolls over and takes a handful of small pills from the bedside table. He pops one into his mouth and swallows then lies back, a blissful smile creeping over his face. | |
| Polly Page: | You fink? I was worried you'd get sick of me or something. You're not? |
| Tom does not reply, but simply slips another pill into his mouth. Polly looks over at the small pile of little white tablets on the bedside table. | |
| Polly Page: | What are they, anyway? You always take 'em. |
| Tom Varney: | They're happy pills. They make you happy when you take them. |
| Tom yawns and unbuttons his shirt, lying there naked. His head sinks onto his pillow. Polly shrugs, pulling up the blankets and snuggling closer to him. | |
| Polly Page: | Can I try one? |
| Tom snorts. He considers the idea. | |
| Tom Varney: | Well why not? I think you deserve some reward for that great root. |
| Polly smiles as he passes her the small tablet, quickly swallowing it. | |
| Polly Page: | So they're like the booze kinda? |
| Tom Varney: | Kinda. They make you feel a hell of a lot better a hell of a lot faster, though. |
| Tom's head slumps again and he starts to drift into a daze. Polly nods with a smile, letting her eyes drop closed. | |