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I was reading something I’d written somewhere else – actually, somewhere-else-else. And I came across a line about ‘Jenny on the corner’. Now this isn’t Dublin, and this isn’t that Jenny – but it’s how my fingers itched, so here it is. Is it erotic? Ratted if I know. Maybe you do? But I give you - JENNY ON THE CORNER. Over to y'all...

JENNY ON THE CORNER

It’s cold tonight.

There’s a wind blowing. But like Suzie says, that just keeps a girl’s nipples hard, and saves some effort advertising. But the wind is running up my skirt, a skirt that used to be a belt until it shrunk in the wash. It’s flicking the visible silk laces on my garters, and it’s sliding into places only customers are supposed to slide. That would be fine – but the wind doesn’t have a wallet. And my shirt’s as low cut as it can get without falling apart, but that’s just like a burger joint menu with tonight’s Special Offers, and all part of the night’s work.

It’s cold tonight.

A car pulls up. It’s a Jag. Lucy looks over at me, and I shrug. She walks over to the Jag, the click and clack of her heels just the opening salvo in negotiations. She leans into the Jag’s open window, her own chest-menu advertising like burning neon. The Jag’s door opens – and is gone.

It’s cold tonight.

Then it’s there. Not a Jag – just a black Corolla. But the other girls recognise it’s mine, my Regular. And they part like Moses is doing his Red Sea bit, and there’s a path. The Corner’s like that. We’re all on our own, but we’re in it together as well. And my own heels, ridiculously high, make their click and clack, and I make sure my ass is swaying and my hips are swinging, and I walk to the curb. The window’s down, and I lean in. Because just like every night, I’m tonight’s Special. And even though we’ve done it a hundred times, Johnny-One-Time asks me how much it costs. And just like ever one of the hundred times, I tell him the price, and I tell him the Rules. And the Big Rule. Because it’s cock and it’s cunt, and it’s not kissing, ever. And the door opens, and I get in, and he drives away from the Corner – but somehow it’s still cold, even in the car. Even if the wind’s blowing through what little I have left of my soul. And he drives, and he asks me the way, even though we’ve driven it a hundred times, and I tell him – and we get to the cheap hotel. And I get out, and my heels click and clack on the steps, because it’s never the wrong time to advertise, and I don’t have to stop by the desk for a key, and we go upstairs.

It’s cold tonight.

I mean, sure. There’s a fire in the room. And it’s got a coin slot so you can turn it on, and I turn it on, but it’s like even though we drove, I’m still on the Corner, and there’s a wind blowing, and it’s still cold. But hell, like Suzie says, it keeps a girl’s nipples hard, and mine are hard. So I ask him what he wants, like every time, and he tells me, just like every time, and I tell him it’s half up front, and to put the money on the bedside cabinet. So he puts the money down, carefully counting every bill so I can see it, and he gets it right. Which he should, the number of times he’s done it. And he comes over to me, and he starts to unbutton my shirt, and I slap his hands and I tell him that’s not what he paid for. And he shrugs, and he sits on the bed – and I start to take care of business.Some girls do the music thing – I don’t. There really isn’t any music I hate enough to like it even less by doing what I have to do while I’m hearing it. So the room stays quiet as my fingers slip the buttons on my shirt. And I slip them open, but I keep my shirt closed until they’re all undone. And I tug the shirt from the skirt that used to be a belt, and I tug it loose – and only then do I let it open. Because that’s what you do. And he looks at them – at tonight’s Special Offer – and his eyes brighten, and I can see his cock is starting to get hard under his pants. And I run my hands over my tits, and I pinch my nipples, not that the wind has left me any reason to, and I cup my tits, and I lift them, and I offer them out, and my hips are swaying and my stockings sighing against other as my thighs brush. And I run my hands down over my waist, back over my ass, and start to tug at the skirt that used to be a belt. And it eases down, and I make it slow, and it eases down, and he can see my garter belt, and he can see I’m not wearing any underwear because, well, because it’s good advertising and because it saves time. So the skirt that used to be a belt slides down, and I slowly rotate on the spot as it does, my hips and my ass swinging, and he can see my ass and he can see my pussy, and I stay trimmed, so he can see my cunt under my pussy hair. Because that’s what he came for. Because that’s what it is. Cock and pussy, and the money on the bedside.

And I push the skirt that used to be a belt all the way down, and I step out of it. And I sway over to him, to where he’s sat on the bed, and I sway my hips, my pussy and my cunt right in front of his eyes – in front of his tongue. But even as his head moves forward, I put my hand over my cunt. Because it’s cock and cunt, and it’s no kissing, and those are the Rules, and even though he tries every time, he knows better. And I pull his T-shirt off, and I drop to my knees, and he stands up, and I unbuckle him, and I unzip him, and his cock is hard, and it stands out, and I lean forward, and I take him in my mouth. Because it’s not kissing when I do it, and it’s cock, and my mouth is just another cunt and there’s money on the bedside cabinet. And I slide my mouth down over him, and I suck, and I lick, and I tease – and his hips move a little, and he thrusts into my face. And that’s OK, because that’s part of the deal, and it’s OK when he takes hold of my hair and begins to pull, and it’s OK when he pulls harder, and starts to hurt me, though it doesn’t really hurt, and I whimper, my lips tight round his cock, and I moan as he hurts me – but it doesn’t really hurt. It’s just OK if he can believe it does.

And he thrusts into my face, and he thrusts into my throat, and he pulls on my hair – and I suck. But I don’t suck so hard, or so gentle, that he comes. Because it’s not time for that yet. Because he’s paid for cock and cunt , and even if my mouth is like a cunt, it isn’t what he’s paid for. And he pulls out of my mouth, like he has a hundred times, and he pulls on my hair, and he lifts me and bends me over the bed – and he spanks me. Ten times on my left cheek, and ten on my right, just like every time. And when he’s done, I say thank you, like every time. And I slide onto the bed, and I lie on the bed, and I spread my legs, and my cunt opens a little, and he climbs onto me, and he begins to ride. His cock in my cunt. In, and out. In and out. And I wrap my legs round him to pull him deeper, and his lips lean into my mouth, but I put my hand over my mouth, because he knows the Rules. And it’s cock and it’s cunt, and it’s no kissing. And he’s in me, and he’s deep, and he thrusts – and he comes. And with a gasp, he falls flat, his weight on me, and my breasts flattened. And I wait, and he pulls out, and he rolls off – and he gets his wallet from his pants, and he puts the other half of the money on the bedside cabinet. And the door opens, and the door closes, and I hear the front door of the room open and close. And I lie there.

And it’s cold. So very cold.

And I get up, and one of my garters is flapping loose from my stocking, and the stocking is half way down my thigh. And I go into the other bedroom. And Johnny’s there. But he’s not Johnny now. Because Johnny’s gone. He’s you. And I’m crying, and I tell you I’m sorry, and I tell you I’ll change, and I tell you… but you get up from the bed you’re sitting on, and you wrap your arms round me, and you kiss and lick the tears from my eyelids, and you tell me it’s OK. And you pick my – our – wedding ring off the cabinet where it’s always witting, and you put it back on my finger, and you kiss it, and you smile, even though I can see your own cold wind blowing deep in your eyes, but I know it’s not blowing on me, and you kiss my tears away. And you lead me to the bed, and you take off the garter, and you take off the stockings, and you take off the ridiculous heels – because those are Jenny’s, and Jenny’s quiet for tonight. And you wrap your arms round me and hold me – and you ease me down to the bed. And you ease me down, and you wrap me up, and you kiss me, your lips still salty from my tears. Because Johnny is gone and Jenny is gone, and because you know I need to feel your lips. And you give them to me, like you give so many things to me.And I cry some more, and I tell you I’ll change, and maybe see that doctor again, and how it's only ever you, and I don't take other tricks, but it's the Corner, and I have to and... – and you tell me it’s OK. You tell me how you married me for me, and if that means Jenny comes too, that’s just who we are, and how it is. And I laugh, though it’s hard, and I remind you how Jenny never comes, that’s for Johnny. And you laugh – even though I can see the ghost of that cold wind and the tears you never cry where I can see them – and you say that’s fine. That’s Jenny’s problem. And you gently roll me over, so very gently, onto my stomach.

And I spread my legs, lying there. And you get on my back, and sit astride me, and I can feel your cock is still wet from Jenny, and still hard. And your hands, so very gentle, reach down, and you start at my neck. And your fingers work, and they knead, and they find each hard, tight muscle, and they tease and they stretch until each muscle gives in. And you work down my back, slowly. Oh, so very slowly. And your fingers find every bit of Jenny, and you set her sleeping, and every muscle I have feels like liquid fire. And you work, and you knead, and you lean in and down, and your lips touch, and you kiss, and you bite – so very gently – and as you lean down, the tip of your cock teases at my asshole. And as your fingers work their magic, your cock eases into me, into my anus. And it slides, and it slips, and it’s like its own fire – and my asshole welcomes you, and I moan and I cry, but this time it’s not tears, and it’s not Jenny. And you ease in me and out of me, and your fingers work, and I moan and I cry and I cry and I moan – and your fingers reach that special place, just below my tailbone. And they work and they press, and they knead – and I feel it rising. Your cock is hard in my ass, but it isn’t a pain hard. And I can feel my cunt flooding, and I can feel what Jenny never feels – and as I come, I feel your cum flooding into my ass. And you don’t stop your kneading, and you don’t stop your kisses, and you keep your hands on me, all over me – and you wrap me up, and you hold me, and you tell me how much you love me.

It’s warm tonight. So very, very warm.