Skanky Town
Chapter 23 — Desperately Seeking Susan
She could have let it go, Robin told herself. This really wasn’t her problem, and yet even as she told herself that, Robin knew she couldn’t do it.
She didn’t even know how to get to Dazed and even if she had, well Karyn had said it was on the outskirts of town. That might make it especially hard to find for an outsider.
She thought about asking Karyn if she would take her but she was getting a weird sort of vibe from the other woman. Something was wrong, or at least ever since she’d told her about the girl Allie, that’s the way it seemed to Robin so she decided not to involve her friend further.
Which still left her with the nagging question. How the hell was she going to get there?
A cab ride, she thought. It was the logical choice but before she went, she had some work to do.
To be honest, it was the reputation of the place that was starting to get to her. “A place where loose women went to get laid.” That’s what Karyn had said. She wasn’t loose, Robin told herself and yet ... and yet the idea of going somewhere just to be fucked, the idea of going there and almost being guaranteed of a fuck, that idea was so hot.
Stop it, Robin told herself. Stop it. You shouldn’t be thinking that way.
But telling herself to stop thinking about it only seemed to make her want it even more. God, it would be great to go in there and offer herself up like some dirty, fucking whore, like a little fucking slut who just couldn’t get enough cock, like a ...
Stop it, she told herself. Stop it.
But why should she stop? She was trying to find out what happened to Susan, and if she got her pussy fucked in the process, that wasn’t a bad thing, was it?
And besides, what better way to get a man to open up to her that to let her body open itself up to him.
Oh fuck, that was good. A nice, big cock, opening her up. Oh fuck. That was so fucking good.
Stop it!
But in spite of herself, the thoughts just kept on coming. Did it even matter if she didn’t find Susan, she asked herself. At least she’d get her slutty, little pussy fucked.
No, she whimpered to herself. No. Stop it.
But she couldn’t stop it. What did a slut wear when she was on the make?
She wasn’t a slut, Robin tried to tell herself, but it almost seemed as if even she didn’t believe it anymore.
What did a slut wear when she was on the make?
She looked in her suitcase and scowled in disgust. There was nothing here, she told herself. She’d been going to a job interview when she’d stopped in town here. Robin shook her head. That seemed like such a long time ago and yet it had only been a couple of days. Still, there was nothing here. When she walked into the club, she needed the guys to know what she needed. She needed to make sure there wasn’t a doubt in their minds.
There was no whimpering moan anymore. She really did know what she needed. She did need to get fucked.
She needed a change of wardrobe, she told herself. That’s what she needed.
The gift shop, Robin thought. Maybe they’d have something there. In fact, now that she thought about it, she was sure they did. The gift shop was where she had to go.
Sara looked up when Robin entered the place. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“I’m looking for something sexy to wear,” Robin said. God, she couldn’t believe it. The way she was saying it just sounded so ordinary. It was almost as if she was asking where she might be able to find the suntan lotion.
“You already look sexy enough to me,” Sara said, “but sure, we can help you with that. Did you have anything special in mind?”
She didn’t, or at least Robin thought she hadn’t, but almost as soon as the question was asked, she knew what the answer was. “Miniskirt,” she said. “I want a miniskirt,” and then, “I want to look as slutty as possible.”
Robin didn’t even bother to chastise herself over that last comment. After all, she knew it was true.
“Sure,” Sara said. “We can help you with that. Why don’t you take off what you’re wearing now and we can take a look at what you have to work with.”
“I think you know what I have to work with.”
“Yeah, but I’d kind of like to see it again.”
“Aren’t you worried what your manager’s going to say if I do that?”
“Maybe, but I’m just helping a customer, so it’s kind of hard for him to object.”
Yeah, and you’re helping yourself, too, Robin thought, and just that thought was enough to make her shiver.
“Still, you might be right,” Sara said with a grin. She grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. “Helping a customer,” she scribbled on the paper and then she went to the door and after a quick look into the lobby, she taped the sign to the door and then she flipped the open sign from opened to closed.
“There now,” Sara said as she came to the back of the store. “We’re all alone.”
Well hardly all alone. Anyone who wanted to could look into the shop and even if they didn’t have an exactly clear view, it wasn’t like they were exactly alone, and even that made her hot.
Sara ran her hand over Robin’s ass. “So you said you wanted to look as slutty as possible?”
Robin nodded.
“Can I ask you why?”
Again, Robin nodded. “I’m going to a club called Dazed.”
Sara’s hand stopped what it was doing. “Why would you want to go there?” she asked tersely.
“I’m looking for someone.”
“That’s not the type of place where you go when you’re looking for someone.”
“I know.”
“That’s the kind of place where you go when you want someone to find you.”
“I know.”
“And you still say you want to go there?”
“I told you. I’m looking for somebody.”
Sara shook her head. It was clear she didn’t understand. “Well if you’re going there, you could pretty much wear anything you want. You don’t need a miniskirt for that.”
“You don’t understand. I’m not just looking for anybody. I’m looking for a special somebody, and I want to make sure when I find him, that he won’t say no.”
Sara’s hand once more stroked Robin’s bare bottom. “Well, I still don’t know what you need something special for that for. I mean, I know I couldn’t say no.”
“Yeah, but this is different.”
“You sure I can’t talk you out of it.”
Robin shook her head.
“Not even if I did something like this?”
Robin moaned as she felt the shopgirl’s fingers slide between her legs. “No,” she said. “No.”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
Robin was sure she had a finger pushed up inside her pussy. That was what she was sure of. That, and the fact that she liked it. She liked it a lot.
“Maybe I can talk you out of going down there.”
“No,” Robin whimpered. “No. I have to go.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Sara said. “You just have to get your pussy licked.”
“No.”
“Come on. Sit down on this bench and let me lick your pussy.”
“Come on, Sara, no,” and yet even as she said it, Robin was sitting on the bench just like she’d been told to do.
“Come on, Robin, yeah,” the shopgirl said as she knelt between her friend’s legs.
“Oh fuck,” Robin moaned. Geez, that was so fucking good.
“Yeah, Sara knows what you need.”
“Mmm yeah,” Robin moaned.
“Yeah, you just listen to Sara. Sara knows what you need.”
Robin moaned as that tongue continued to work her pussy. Oh geez, she told herself. Oh geez, that was good. Oh geez. Sara knew what she needed.
That tongue just kept working her slit and Robin couldn’t help but moan. She was going to cum. She knew that. She was going to cum. Sara knew what she needed. Oh geez. Sara knew what she needed.
She almost came. Sara’s tongue almost got her off. Almost, but not quite.
Oh but geez. Sara wasn’t done with her, and that tongue just kept coming. Oh geez. Oh geez. Oh geez.
It was going to happen. It was inevitable. Robin’s body writhed on the bench but Sara’s arms held her legs down even as her tongue licked her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Robin cried out. “Oh fuck.” She was cumming. Oh geez. Sara really did know what she needed.
“Can you call me a cab?” Robin asked.
The doorman looked her up and down before grinning. “Sure thing, honey. Anything you want.”
There was something in the way the man said that, Robin wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something in the way he said that. Anything you want. Yeah, if only you could.
It was the outfit, Robin told herself. Despite Sara’s best efforts, she’d still ended up buying the little leather miniskirt that she was now wearing and she was still going to club Dazed, but really Robin told herself, it was just the outfit that was making her horny. That’s all it was.
Of course, maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Maybe that had a part in it, too.
Robin stood there as the man made the call for the cab and she tried to control herself. Maybe she’d overdone it, she told herself. Maybe she’d gone a little too far.
But then again, maybe she hadn’t, and if she got what she wanted, who was to say she hadn’t gone just far enough.
So Robin waited. The doorman had finished with his call and now he was engaging her in idle conversation, but Robin knew what he wanted. He wanted to get a better look at her body.
Mmm, she thought to herself. Maybe later.
No, she had to remind herself. No. She had a job to do. Not later. Not until she got the job done.
But still, the thought of him taking his cock out. The thought of him turning her around and bending her over. The thought of her skirt riding up over her butt. The thought of his cock sliding in between ...
No, damn it! No. Keep your mind on the task at hand.
The man was watching her. Robin knew it but she pretended not to notice.
No.
A cab rolled up to the front of the building and gratefully, Robin was finally able to look away from the man. He walked out to the cab and leaned in to talk to the driver before coming back to Robin. “Your cab is here.”
“Thank you,” Robin said. Her mouth felt dry so she tried it again. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, Miss, and I hope you enjoy your night on the town.”
Was that a smirk, Robin wondered as she walked out to the cab, and then she thought, why shouldn’t he smirk. He didn’t really know what she was doing? He just thought she was some slut on the make.
The cabbie looked back at Robin through his mirror. He was an older man, Robin thought, in his fifties maybe, or maybe in his sixties. His hair still had some color but it was definitely going gray. “Where ya goin’ tonight?” the man asked.
“I want to go to club Dazed.”
The man finally turned and looked back at her. “Now why would ya want to be going to someplace like that for?”
She couldn’t really tell him, Robin told him, or maybe she could. No, she couldn’t. She didn’t know who she could trust. “I just want to go,” she said.
“I don’t know whatcha heard about that place, but that’s not the type of place that nice girls should want to go.”
“Do I look like a nice girl to you?”
The man was looking her up and down and that’s when Robin got the idea. She spread her legs and she let her fingers slide between her legs. As short as her skirt was, she knew the man could see all the way up to her pussy.
“Do I look like a nice girl to you?” Robin asked again.
The man was trying to keep his eyes up but he couldn’t help it. He let his eyes slide down between her legs. “Sure,” the cabbie said finally. “Sure. Whatever you want,” and with that, he started the cab and they started to roll.
With the cab already in motion, she didn’t have to keep playing with herself. At least, that was what Robin kept telling herself even as she did exactly that. It relaxed her, she told herself.
The cab finally came to a stop and the cabbie turned around to look at his passenger. “We’re here,” the man said. “Are you sure you want to go in here?”
Was she sure? No, but she knew she had to. “I’ll be okay,” Robin said.
“Yeah right,” the cabbie said, and Robin couldn’t help but notice that the man’s voice didn’t sound all that sure.
“How much do I owe you?”
The man looked back at the meter. “Seventeen fifty.”
Robin handed him a twenty. “Keep the change,” she said.
“Hold on.” The cabbie went into his pockets and he fished out a business card. “That’s my number,” he told the girl. “You need someone to come get you, you give me a call, okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Robin said as much to convince herself as the cabbie.
“I mean it. Give me a call. Okay?”
Robin nodded and she got out of the car. This was it, she told herself. It was finally show time.
With a deep breath, Robin stepped forward and she entered the club.
The first thing Robin noticed was that from the moment she entered the place, every eye seemed to turn towards her and every eye seemed to bore into her. It seemed as if every eye saw right past her clothes and was looking at her raw, naked body and in spite of herself, Robin could feel herself getting hotter.
Damn, she needed to fuck.
It was getting hard to remember why it was she’d come here. She’d come here to ... to find Frankie. That was it, but her pussy was so wet.
It was only then that she noticed the alcoves in the back. There were ... there were people back there, she realized, and ... and ... oh geez, she needed to fuck.
Stop it. Keep your mind on the task at hand.
She went up to the first man sitting on a long line of bar stools. There wasn’t anything special about him. He was a middle-aged guy with a pot belly, but he was a guy. “Pardon me,” she said.
The man turned towards her and he opened his legs. “Can I help you?” he asked.
Oh my God, the woman thought as she looked down at his crotch. Oh my God. He’s got his cock hanging out.
“Can I help you?” the man asked again.
Could he help her? Of course he could help her. She wouldn’t even have to lift up her skirt. She could just hop right on his lap and she could give him a ride.
No. Stop it.
“I’m looking for someone.”
The man looked down at his cock and then back up at the woman. “Well, it looks like you found someone.”
“Yes, I mean no, I mean, I’m looking for a special someone.”
The man looked down at his cock before looking up again. “I’m special.”
“Yeah, I mean no, I mean, I’m looking for a guy, a guy named Frankie.”
“Never heard of him.”
Robin was sure the man wasn’t telling her the truth.
“Sure I can’t help you?” the man asked.
The girl shook her head.
“Too bad,” the man said, and with that, he shoved his cock back inside his pants and he turned back towards the bar.
Robin moved on to the next guy. This one was more her age, maybe a little older. “I’m looking for someone,” she said.
The man didn’t even bother to turn around. “I heard.”
“Can you help me?”
“Suck my cock, and I’ll let you know.”
“Is he here?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But the price goes up the longer you wait.”
It wouldn’t be that hard, Robin thought. It wouldn’t be that hard to suck the guy’s cock, but she knew he’d want something more, and she’d end the night no closer to finding her quarry. “I’ll see if I can find him myself.”
“Suit yourself, but you know where I am if you need me.”
She went on to the next man. She was almost beginning to hope Frankie wasn’t here because if he wasn’t, she could feel free to let any of these guys have their way with her, and all the while, the darkened alcoves in the back were beckoning to her. She couldn’t see much but she knew what was going on in there.
She’d nearly gotten to the end of the line of guys and her pussy was so fucking wet. She tapped the next guy on the shoulder. “Pardon me.”
The man turned. “Yeah?”
“I’m looking for someone.”
“Yeah, and who might that be?”
“His name’s Frankie.”
“What would you want with the likes of him?”
“I’m looking for someone.”
“I thought you said you were looking for Frankie.”
“I am, but I think Frankie might know where my friend is.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“Angela told me.” Robin wasn’t even sure why she’d said that. She hadn’t intended to mention Angela’s name, but suddenly, it was there and out in the open.
“Angela, huh? Angela told you?”
Robin nodded.
The man took another swig from his bottle of beer. “I suppose I could take you to him but what’s in it for me?”
“I could let you fuck me,” Robin offered.
“Yeah but I’m sure Frankie’s going to want to get the same offer, and I bet he’s got first dibs, doesn’t he?”
Robin said nothing but her silence seemed to confirm her interrogator.
“Turn around,” the man said, and Robin complied.
The man lifted Robin’s skirt. “No panties. Did you dress that way for Frankie?”
Robin nodded.
“Which still leaves the question. If I take you to him, what am I going to get.”
Robin said nothing.
“How about I exact my price in ass,” the man said, and with that, he brought his hand down hard on her ass. “Is that okay with you?”
Robin nodded.
The man’s hand was stroking Robin’s butt. “Yeah, I think maybe we could work something out,” and once more, the man’s hand came down on her ass.
A bartender seemed to appear almost out of nowhere. “Hey, man. You know the rules.”
The man at the bar downed the last of his beer. “Yeah, you guys and your rules.”
“Hey, man. I don’t make the rules.”
“Yeah. You just enforce them, right?”
“That’s right, man.”
The man took his hand off of Robin’s ass. “All right,” he said. “How about we go find Frankie, but remember, when you’re done with him, your ass is mine. You got that?”
Robin nodded.
“Okay then. Follow me.”
This was it, Robin told herself. She was finally going to meet the elusive Frankie.
She followed the man back towards the alcoves in the back and it was definitely clear now what was going on in there. Sex, and lots of it. That’s all it was.
The man stopped in front of an alcove. “In there,” he said.
Robin peered inside. “But there’s no one here.”
“Not yet,” the man said, “but there will be when you step inside.”
“You’re Frankie.”
“Of course. Now get inside.”
It was the tone of his voice that gave Robin pause. There was something in that tone that made her a little scared but it was too late to step aside now ... wasn’t it?
She stepped inside.
“Now we all know what you are, don’t we slut?”
Robin nodded.
“Then tell me. What are you?”
Robin didn’t have to think about it. She already knew what the answer was. “I’m a slut.”
The man grinned. “That’s good,” he said. “I like a slut who knows her place in the world.”
Robin said nothing.
“You remember what we were talking about out by the bar?”
Robin nodded.
“Good. Turn around.”
Robin turned and then she felt the man lifting up her skirt and then the man slapped her ass.
“Whose ass is this?” he asked.
“Yours,” she said.
“Whose?” the man asked again.
“Yours,” Robin said again.
Robin yelped as the man’s hand came down on her ass. “Whose,” he asked yet again.
“Yours,” the girl whimpered. “It’s yours.”
“Take that top off,” the man told her.
Robin couldn’t help but rush to comply. Maybe it was a mistake to come here, she told herself. Or maybe it wasn’t. All she knew was she wanted to get her ass fucked and it was getting hard to think about anything else.
“Nice tits,” the man said and then he slapped her ass again. “Whose ass is this?”
Robin couldn’t help but moan. The answer to his question was coming so much easier now. “Yours,” she said and she found she really wanted it to be true. “Yours,” she said again.
The man spanked her butt again and Robin couldn’t help but moan. Oh God, she thought. It was so hot when he spanked her. It was so fucking hot.
“Let’s get this skirt off of you.”
Yes, of course, Robin thought. She couldn’t get rid of her skirt fast enough.
The man just laughed at her. “I love a slut who knows what she wants.” He slapped her ass again. “Whose ass is this?”
“Yours,” Robin said breathlessly.
“And where do you want my cock?”
There was no hesitation in Robin’s answer. “In my ass,” she said.
The man laughed again. “Oh, baby, if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’re definitely going to get. Why don’t you get me out of my clothes.”
Yes, of course. That was exactly what she wanted. Her hands took his shirt off and then she was back again and she couldn’t help but merge as she felt the bulge at the front of his pants. Oh God, she needed that. She knew why she’d come here but now that she was here, she was having trouble sticking to the plan. What she needed was to fuck.
Her hands worked the man’s belt and then she had his jeans open. She couldn’t help but groan as her hands stroked the front of the man’s underwear.
The man grinned. “You like that, huh?”
Robin nodded and the man lifted his butt so the girl could take down both his jeans and his underwear and the girl wasted little time doing exactly that.
Robin couldn’t help but moan as the man’s cock came into sight. She wrapped her fingers around it and she squeezed. It was so hot.
The man grinned. “Why don’t you suck on that for me.”
Oh yeah, Robin thought as she dropped down in front of the man. Oh yeah. That was exactly what she wanted to do.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”
Robin couldn’t help but moan herself. This was so easy, she told herself. She’d come here to ... to ... oh yeah, she’d come here to find out what had happened to that girl Susan. How could she have forgotten that? But really, did that matter. After all, she was sucking Frankie’s cock and that meant she had him right where she wanted him.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again. “Oh fuck. I think it’s time we got that cock inside you, don’t you think?”
In fact, Robin had been thinking exactly the same thing. After all, her pussy was so wet and she needed to get fucked so bad. “Do you want to fuck me in the ass?” she asked.
“My, my, my. Aren’t you the eager one.”
“But you said—”
“I know what I said,” the man said and Robin couldn’t help but cringe under the tone in his voice. “Turn your ass around, bitch.”
Robin did as she was told and that was when she felt it, the feel of the man’s hands on her hips as he pulled her back towards him and she couldn’t help but feel that this was exactly what she wanted.
“Sit on my cock,” the man instructed her.
Oh yeah, Robin thought as her pussy slid down over the man’s cock. Oh yeah. This was definitely what she wanted.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Oh fuck, Robin thought as she rode the man’s cock. Oh fuck. Her hands played with her tits even as the man’s hands held her hips. Of fuck.
“Oh yeah,” the man said. “Little girl likes this, doesn’t she?”
Fuck yeah, Robin thought. Fuck yeah, she liked it. Now, if he’d just make her cum, she’d have everything she’d need.
“Oh, baby, you got such a tight, little pussy. Did you know that? Your pussy just seems to make love to my cock. Did you know that?”
Was her pussy any tighter than anyone else’s or was it just that his cock was so big and in the end, did it really matter. Robin thought not.
“But you know what I want, baby.”
What?
“I want to stick my cock in your other hole. I want to see how tight you really are.”
Robin couldn’t believe she was going to say what she was about to say but she knew she wanted to say it. For a moment, she held herself back, but then the words just came rushing out. “I want you to do it,” she said. “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
“It’s not up to me,” the man said. “It’s up to you. If you want me in your ass, you know what you have to do to get me there.”
What was he talking about, Robin wondered.
“Come on, baby. You know what you want. You know where you want me.”
Well, yes, she did, but—
She slowed her pace on the man’s cock and then she stopped herself altogether. Was this really what he was telling her he wanted her to do.
There was only one way to find out. She pulled her pussy up off the man’s cock and her hand reached down to grab hold of the man and she was leading him back to her other hole.
Oh geez. He felt so big back there. She didn’t know if this was what he wanted her to do but she didn’t care. She felt like such a fucking slut when she was doing this and she didn’t care about that either.
She couldn’t help but groan as she let her butt slide down over the man’s cock. Oh geez. He was so big. He was so fucking big.
Robin couldn’t help but groan though as his hands held her hips. They felt so right there and she moaned again as she looked up. Anyone walking by was sure to see her bouncing up on this guy’s dick and yet she couldn’t help herself. Anyone walking by would think she was such a fucking slut and anyone walking by would be right.
“Oh fuck, baby,” the man groaned and then he groaned again and for a moment, Robin wondered why until he felt his cock swell inside her. She leaned forward and as she did, his cock slipped free from her butt and he sprayed his cum all over her bottom.
“Fuck, baby,” the man said. “Fuck that was good.”
Sanity was returning once more to Robin. She couldn’t believe she’d done this, she told herself, and yet even as she told herself that, she knew she’d liked it, and that just made her hate it all that much more.
“You were a damned good fuck,” the man said.
Robin nodded guiltily.
“Now,” the man said, “you came in here to ask me something. So what do you want to know?”