Street Tarts
Marley Quinn
Street Tarts
by Marley Quinn
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by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
People Like Us
As Real as Real Can Get
The Virgin
Confidential Informant
Warm Up
Chippendales
Malarkey
Diego
Footprint
Detective Reid
Gone Fishing
Paper Trail
Conflicts of Interest
A Way In
An Offer He Can’t Refuse
Sting
Prodigal Son
Honey Buns
Slow Burn
Epic Backstory
Oversight
Prayers Answered
Flush
Collusion
Iced
Vaya con Dios
Attendees
Ain’t That the Truth
Progress
Load Delivery
Mockingbird
Tight and Loose Ends
Close Encounter
Not a TV Show
Snake Venom
Bottomless Sharks
Party Bus
Living Proof
Dirty Work
Glazed
So What, Right?
Full Price
Homecoming
People Like Us
Emma lit a cigarette and then tugged down her skirt.
It was still an hour before sunset, so she wasn't surprised that traffic was light and that not a single car had stopped, even to inquire about prices and availability.
She smiled when she saw Sofia exit the Go-Go Mart and then waved. When Sofia saw her waving, she smiled and began walking over to her.
"Hey, chica," said Emma. "How'd it go last night? You were still out by the time I headed home. Mei said you got a late client?"
"Yeah," said Sofia, yawning as she cracked open her can of energy drink. "It was this insurance guy, said he'd just gotten into town or whatever. He was ugly as hell, let me tell ya, but he wanted two hours of the whole enchilada, so I couldn't say no to that."
"Wow, really?" said Emma, feeling slightly envious. Two hours of the full Girlfriend Experience didn't come cheap.
"Yeah, no tip thought," said Sofia, wrinkling her nose as she took a sip. "And he kind of smelled like talcum powder, even though I didn't see any. Weird, eh?"
"Yeah," said Emma, tossing her cigarette butt onto the sidewalk and stubbing it out with the heel of her shoe. "I guess after a while, all you remember is the oddities, you know? Like, everything else fades away."
"What's up with you?" said Sofia, giving Emma a little elbow in her bare midsection. "You have a rough night or something?"
"Nah, just the usual, same old, same old," said Emma. "I only made five hundred bucks, give or take. I don't know why I'm feeling out of sorts. Maybe it was something I ate."
"Yeah, or maybe because we're out here night after night, freezing our asses off," said Sofia, lighting a cigarette. "I'm from Mexico, you know? We're not built for this kind of weather."
"Right, and I'm some kind of Viking chick or something?" said Emma with a laugh. "It's cold for me, too. I don't know, Sofia. Some days, all I can think about is getting the hell out of here."
"And go where?" said Sofia. "There ain't no place for girls like us, not unless we got a man or a fuck ton of money."
"Or a college education," said Emma, her voice quiet.
Sofia nearly spit out her energy drink when she heard that comment. "Come on, are you being serious right now? Half the guys we meet have a college degree. That don't get you shit these days, except for drowning in student loans."
"Yeah, you're probably right," said Emma, wistfully. "Anyway, where's Mei? She said she wanted to start working early today so she could go see that new theater play or nothing."
"I don't know," said Sofia. "Last time I saw her, she was getting dropped off by a redneck in a blatted out old pickup, real tractor driving looking fucker."
"Yeah, she got another customer after that," said Emma. "Couple of Hispanic dudes. I told 'em you were around, but they insisted on Mei, something about how they liked 'em petite."
"Ugh, that's so sick," said Sofia, scowling. "Men are all pretty much sick, you know? If I wasn't a good Catholic girl, I'd seriously consider becoming a lesbian."
"Yeah, right," said Emma with a grin. "You? The girly-girl who likes brightly colored fingernails and hoop earrings? I don't think you're their type, chica."
"Not all lesbos are butch, manly types," said Sofia. "Some of 'em might be into a fine femme fatale like myself."
"Femme fatale? Sofia, you crack me up sometimes," said Emma. "I swear to God, you ought to get into comedy. You're wasting your time out here, walking the streets, when you could be telling jokes on stage."
"Yeah, but the money's better here, ain't it?" said Sofia. "Hey, look alive. We might have our first customer."
Emma pushed up her halter top in an effort to make her bust stand out, while Sofia swept back her long, raven hair. But the car, which had been slowing down, suddenly sped up and then drove off out of sight.
"Eh, these window shoppers, they kill me," said Sofia with a sigh.
"I know, right?" said Emma. "Sometimes I feel like I'm a monkey in a zoo. Only thing missing is some kid throwing peanuts at us."
"Hey, who you calling a monkey?" said Sofia, feigning outrage for a moment before breaking into a grin.
"Seriously, though, Sofia," said Emma. "I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this. If it ain't a guy trying to jam it into my ass, it's some broken down loser, wanting me to hold his head in my lap because his wife doesn't love him anymore."
"I know what you mean," said Sofia. "Sometimes, I think about that movie, that old one with the rich guy who lets the working girl drive his fancy sports car. Why can't I ever meet a rich guy who wants to fall in love with me at first sight?"
"You mean Pretty Woman? With Julia Roberts and Richard Gere?" said Emma. "Sweetie, that's a movie. That's Hollywood make-believe shit."
"I know," said Sofia. "But a girl can dream, can't she?"
"Sure," said Emma. "Just like I dream about not having to wear a skirt where my ass is hanging out the back. But this is real life, Sofia. And real life costs money."
"Yep," said Sofia. "Oh hey, there's Mei. Mei-Mei!"
The two girls turned and watched as their friend Mei came walking up the street, dressed in a fishnet pair of stockings and neon pink booty shorts, her long black hair separated into two ponytails. She called it the "E-girl look," which Emma had never heard of, but the clients seemed to like it.
"Hey, there you are," said Emma. "I was starting to get worried about you."
"Yeah, what's up, Mei?" said Sofia. "You're looking kinda pale. Did something happen?"
"Guys, I'm fucked," said Mei. "I got picked up by the cops last night."
"What?" said Emma, her eyes going wide. "Those fuckers. As if we're the problem, not the damn johns."
"What's the fine up to these days? Three hundred bucks?" said Sofia. "Highway robbery."
"No, it's worse than that," said Mei, her green eyes wide with anxiety. "It wasn't a solicitation sting. The guy who was in charge of the whole thing was this old, fat white dude, a detective. I think they were looking for someone else, but when they patted me down, they found some pills."
"Aww, shit, Mei," said Emma.
"But you're not in lockup," said Sofia, growing wary. "What happened?"
"That's just it," said Mei. "That old dude sat me down in, like, an interrogation room, and he said if I didn't cooperate, I could get five years in prison for felony obstruction."
"What the fuck?" said Emma, growing angry. "That's bullshit."
"He said the only way I could stay out of trouble was to do a job for him," said Mei, her voice low.
"What do you mean?" said Sofia. "He wanted a freebie?"
"No," said Mei, hanging her head. "He wants me to wear a wire and go into this club or something, talk to this guy. Says I'm his confidential informant now."
"That sounds like trouble," said Emma.
"Yeah, big trouble," said Sofia. "Fucking cops. Why can't they just leave us alone?"
"But here's the worst part," said Mei. "The guy he wants me to talk to is a senator. Like, one of those politicians who works in Washington."
"Oh shit, this is not going to end well, is it?" said Emma.
"It never does," said Sofia. "Not for people like us."
As Real as Real Can Get
The girls' conversation was interrupted when an SUV pulled over and stopped in front of them. At the wheel was a man perhaps in his late 20s or early 30s with short, curly red hair and wearing sunglasses.
"Hey," said the man, lowering his head to peer at the girls over the top of his sunglasses.
"Hey, sugar," said Sofia, strapping on a big smile as she leaned in through the open passenger window. "Looking to party?"
"Party?" said the man, looking somewhat confused.
"Yeah, you know, having a good time," said Sofia. "I love having a good time."
"Oh, um, yeah, me too," said the man, gulping. "How much?"
"For all three of us? Wow, we got a big spender over here, girls," said Sofia, giving the man her flashiest grin.
"No, um, I meant her," said the man, pointing at Emma.
"Oh," said Sofia, scowling as she gestured for Emma to take her position.
"What's up?" said Emma, not even bothering to smile. Somehow, her instincts told her it wasn't worth the effort.
"I was just, um, interested in... you know," said the man.
"First time?" said Emma, scanning the interior of the car, which was free of litter or accumulations of personal items. That was usually a sign of a neurotic personality, but it could also indicate that the man was an undercover cop.
"Yeah, I, uh, heard girls like you could be found down in this part of town," said the man.
"Well, I don't know what you mean by girls like me," said Emma with a chuckle. "I'm just here looking for a good time, that's all. If you want to invite me to come along, that's up to you."
"Yeah, uh, I do," said the man. "But I'm a little short on money. Is it rude to ask how much?"
"How much for what?" said Emma, pretending to examine her fingernails.
"You know, um, sex," said the man, visibly nervous.
Deciding that he was either the world's best actor or else not an undercover cop, Emma decided to go ahead and accept him as a customer.
"Tell you what," said Emma. "If you have a place we can go, we can talk about it on the ride over there."
"Oh, all right, sure," said the man, unlocking the passenger door.
"Good luck, Em," said Sofia as Emma climbed inside the car.
"Yeah, be safe, Emma," said Mei.
"Will do," said Emma, tapping the outside of the passenger door with her hand to signal the driver to pull off.
"Wow, I can't believe I'm actually doing this," said the man as they drove down the street.
"You'll get over it soon enough," said Emma, leaning back in the seat. "So, first, I need you to tell me you're not a cop. And say it nice and loud."
"What? Okay, yeah, um, no, I'm not a cop," said the man, laughing awkwardly. "I mean, I wanted to be one when I was a teenager, but then it didn't work out. I failed the physical, believe it or not."
"Whatever," said Emma. "Okay, next, you tell me what you want."
"What do I want?" said the man, turning to look at her.
"Yeah, you want a blowjob? Handjob? You want to fuck me in my pussy? Anal? What?" said Emma.
"Oh shit, right. Okay, that makes sense. Yeah, um, just, um, normal sex is fine," said the man, scarcely able to keep his eyes on the road.
"Okay, that'll be a hundred. Plus, you take me to a hotel. If you want to do it in the car, it'll cost you two hundred," said Emma.
"Woah, people really do that? Sex in the car? That's... nuts," said the man.
"Hurry up. The clock's ticking, if you know what I mean," said Emma, secretly smiling to herself. It was clear that this guy was way out of his league, which suited her just fine.
"Okay, um, sure, yeah, I think a hotel is best," said Emma.
"Great!" said Emma. "There's one two blocks over. It'll cost you thirty bucks for one hour."
"Wow, by the hour?" said the man, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Gosh, I'd heard of those places, but I didn't think they really existed."
"Well, they're as real as real can get," said Emma, giving him a reassuring pat on the leg. "And if you've got the money, you're going to be feeling real good soon."
"I can't wait!" said the man, the earnestness of his smile almost making Emma want to like the guy, a feeling she immediately repressed.
A few minutes later, they pulled up in front of the Hotel Majestic, its crumbling facade a fading testimony to the era when downtown Oakville was a thriving center of commerce.
"Hey there, Wally," said Emma, walking over to the reception desk, now ensconced in scratched-up bulletproof glass. "One hour."
"Sure thing, Em," said Wally, taking a key off the hook behind him.
"Um, this is where you pay the man," said Emma.
"Oh, right, sure thing," said her customer, fumbling as he took his wallet out of his front pants pocket and forked over a few bills through the narrow opening.
"Just ring if you need anything," said Wally with a wheezy chuckle as Emma took the key and began walking up the marble staircase, one of the last remaining vestiges of the hotel's former grandeur.
"Wow, this is all so surreal," said the customer as he followed Emma inside the room.
"Sure thing, buddy," said Emma, noting with satisfaction that the room looked tidy. The Majestic wasn't exactly known for the professionalism of its cleaning staff.
"So, uh, how do we do this?" said the customer.
"First, you show me the money," said Emma, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and crossing her legs, a move that never failed to get the customer's attention. "Then you put it on the nightstand over there."
"Oh, um, sure. Right," said the man, making the rookie mistake of letting her see just how much cash he had inside his wallet as he took out a one-hundred dollar bill.
Emma grimaced when she realized she could've easily charged double. Despite the cheapness of the clothes he was wearing, it was clear he had set out on his little downtown adventure with plenty of dough on hand.
"Perfect," said Emma, giving him a little smile. "Now, do you want a drink first to help you relax? Wally provides bottle service right to the room."
What she didn't tell him was that Wally gave her a cut of the drinks he sold to her customers.
The Virgin
“Nah, um, I’m all right,” said the customer, declining Emma's offer to buy a drink. “I’ve actually got to get back to the office soon. We’re working late because of this case, and...”
“Nevermind all that,” said Emma, getting up and walking over to the nightstand where she scooped up the money and slid it into her bra. “If you’re ready to go, then take off your clothes and get in bed.”
“Oh wow,” said the customer, grinning as he quickly disrobed, socks and all.
He then jumped onto the bed, spread eagled, looking for all the world like a kid relaxing in the comfort of his own home, a thought which she quickly pushed aside.
“Nice one,” said Emma, looking at his cock, which was only slightly erect. She always said that to every customer, regardless of how well they were endowed because she found that no man could resist having his dick complimented.
“Gosh, thanks,” said the man.
“Let’s see if we can get you up to full mast, shall we?” said Emma, bending over and taking him in her mouth.
Thankfully, there was no sour odor or other unpleasantness to deal with. The customer’s dick wasn’t particularly big, but the bushiness of his red pubic hair was certainly unusual, making her think he kind of looked like an albino carrot pushing out of the soil.
“Oh my god,” moaned the customer, his eyes rolling back in his head, which Emma thought was a bit excessive. But what did she know? Maybe the poor kid was a virgin.
“There we go,” said Emma, grabbing his now erect shaft. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”
With practiced ease, she stripped off her miniskirt and crop top and then straddled the customer. With a quick lick, she moistened the palm of her hand and then swiped it across her pussy to get a little lubrication going.
She then unsealed a condom and quickly unrolled it into place, glad to see that the customer wasn’t protesting like some guys did. Emma then used one hand to guide his cock into her, grimacing for a second as he spread her open.
“Woah,” said the customer, his eyes shining with such delight that she began to suspect he really might be a virgin after all. If so, she really didn’t want to think about that, so she pushed the thought out of her mind.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s it,” said Emma, going through her usual routine as she bounced up and down on his cock.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before she felt his body shudder as he shot off his load. Emma continued to grind against him until she was sure he was fully drained, and then she hopped off him and onto her feet.
Looking down, she saw the tell-tale blob of white stickiness trapped in the tip of the condom, which greatly relieved her.
As the customer sighed with happiness, she walked over to her purse and took out a wet wipe to give herself a quick clean-up. She then got back into her working outfit, adjusting her top until her bra was properly situated.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” said the customer, looking over at her with a dreamy expression on his face.
“Thanks,” said Emma, trying to stifle the warm feeling spreading throughout her chest.
Sometimes, being with an aggressive customer could be a scary experience, but in her opinion, it was almost worse somehow when she started to feel sympathy for the guy.
“My name’s Kevin, by the way,” said the customer as he slowly rolled himself out of bed and walked over to where he had left his clothes.
“Uh-huh,” said Emma, averting her gaze.
“Say, you look kinda young to be doing this kind of work,” said the customer. “How old are you, exactly?”
“Old enough,” said Emma, now itching to go. But she’d prefer getting a ride from him than calling for an Uber. “So, are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, um, I guess so,” said the customer.
The moment his pants were buttoned up, Emma flung open the door and marched down the hall and then out the front of the hotel.
“Say, do you mind giving me a ride back to my spot?” said Emma.
“Sure,” said the customer, not even hesitating.
On the drive back, it was just as Emma had feared. The customer kept looking over at her, a silly grin on his face.
He’d mistaken a business transaction for something romantic, something Emma just couldn’t understand. Some men, it appeared, were just hard-wired to be stupid like that.
“I had a really great time today, thank you,” said the customer as they pulled up to the location where he’d picked her up. “If you have a business card or something, I’d really like to see you again.”
“Well, you know where I work,” said Emma, hopping out of the car and slamming the door shut behind her.
“Oh, okay,” said the customer, the crestfallen expression on his face affecting her far more than she cared to admit.
Sofia waited until the man drove off before walking over to Emma, who was busy lighting a cigarette.
“How did it go?” said Sofia.
“Pretty sure he was a virgin,” said Emma, taking a long drag from her cigarette.
“Jesus,” said Sofia with a chuckle. “Sometimes, I don’t think I’ll ever understand guys.”
“Me neither,” said Emma, eager to change the topic. “So, where’s Mei? She doing that thing with the senator?”
“Nah,” said Sofia. “I think that’s tomorrow. She took off with a customer, some guy in a BMW. It looked like a pretty nice car.”
“Ah,” said Emma, tugging down her skirt.
“So, have you heard anything about your sister’s case?” said Sofia, lighting a cigarette of her own.
“Nah,” said Emma, frowning. “The case worker called me last week, but she said the lawyer still hasn’t gotten around to interviewing anyone yet.”
“That’s so messed up,” said Sofia, shaking her head.
“Tell me about it,” said Emma. “I paid that guy a fortune, and he still isn’t doing shit to get my sister out of there. And the state is still claiming they’re good foster parents. Can you believe that bullshit?”
“I believe it,” said Sofia. “The system is seriously fucked up.”
“I keep telling her to run away from there,” said Emma, fighting off the urge to cry. “But Clara says she doesn’t want to end up like me, so I just don’t know what the fuck to do.”
“Hey, it’s okay, chica,” said Sofia, embracing her friend. “We’ll get through this. We always do, don’t we?”
“Yeah, I suppose we do,” said Emma, her voice muffled as tears rolled down her face, soaking the collar of Sofia’s fake fur jacket.