The Monster Within by Jeremy Laszlo

group of men lingering around. In the darkness, it’s hard to tell if they’re black or Mexican, but they’re definitely not white. The Avenue isn’t white boy property. The girl points to an open spot and I pull in, put the car in park, and kill the engine.
    “What would you like?” she asks me.
    “Take your top off,” I tell her coldly.
    She doesn’t do it nicely. She has no skill with this. She’s probably used to guys having at her the moment the car comes to a halt. I’m not that eager. I’m not that hungry—not yet. I watch her unbutton her shirt and slowly pull it off without any grace or art to it. Her small breasts hang free. They’re pointy and I wonder if she’s ever considered getting implants. That might elevate her to a higher status among the Avenue’s community. She smiles at me and gives her breasts a burlesque shake. I’m not amused. She looks at me with a frown.
    I reach down and undo my belt and open my pants, pulling my penis out. In the pale light in the back of the pawn shop and the darkness, it doesn’t look that impressive, but it’s made quite a few ladies happy. She looks at me and lets me grab her head and slowly guide her in. The whole thing is prefaced by her warm breath blowing over me. I lean back my head and pull her closer so that she has to adjust in her seat. She puts her knees on the seat and leans over, getting comfortable as she takes it all. I can feel her warm tongue licking me and her lips wrapping around me. It feels great. With my eyes closed, I reach for her breasts, giving them a gentle, light squeeze before playing with her nipples as she continues to work me. She’s running her hand up and down my shaft, making me like steel.
    “You sure you don’t want more?” she looks up at me.
    I open my eyes and shake my head at her. I don’t want her to talk. She has a smoker’s voice already and I can’t stand it. While she goes back to work, I stretch my hand out and feel under her short skirt. I feel that she hasn’t shaved for a few days and her pubes are prickly. When I find her slit, I discover that it’s not warm, it’s not wet, it’s not anything. She’s not enjoying this. I lean back and wonder what it’s like to fuck someone who wants to fuck me. I close my eyes and let her keep going. She’s pretty good at her job. When I release, I give her no warning and I can feel her pull away. My hand on her head keeps her there. I’m not shooting all over my car. She can take it.
    When I’m done, she leans back in the seat, her lips puckered and her eyes wide with disapproval. She throws open the door, thankfully, and spits my load all across the back alley. I wonder how much of that alley is coated in sperm. I put myself away and zip up my pants. I fish another thirty out of my pocket and a card. It’s for the Harem. I hand both of them to her.
    “Go here after you sign up for a gym membership,” I tell her. “Talk to Ricardo and tell him that King sent you. He’ll get you a job that gets you off the street. You’ll still have to fuck and dance, but at least you’ll be off the Avenue.”
    “Maybe I like it here,” she says to me with a certain offense in her tone, like I’m questioning her way of life. This isn’t a fucking way of life. This is survival and she’s nowhere near the top of the food chain. She’s going to end up dead in a drive-by.
    “No one likes it here.” I lean over, reaching across her lap for the door. Throwing it open, I give her the polite gesture to get the fuck out of my car. She gets out and shuts the door, not slamming it. As I pull away, I notice that she’s actually looking at the car and I feel a sense of accomplishment. There’s my civic duty for the night. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep in peace.

 
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    “Is that all you can think of?” The officer says as he looks up from his notebook. I can’t remember what his name is, but it’s something Mexican, just like he is. I’m not surprised that they sent a