As Carly hurriedly brushed her fingers through her long hair, her image stared back at her impatiently as the brown locks returned to their state. From inside the glass, the girl shook her head and scowled, chiding her.
What did you think would happen - a princess hair-do suddenly appears? Get your ass to work, girl, before it gets blistered.
Carly tugged at her shirt, cut-off at her midriff to show a swatch of flat belly that matched the contours of her nine year-old chest. She didn't bother trying to tug her mini-skirt down as it would do nothing to reveal or conceal more of her rear end. Already, the start of her buttocks' swell at the top gave a hint of the fleshy playthings beneath. And the bottom of the curves that smoothly melded into her thighs were also displayed. Little remained covered in the middle - a no-man's land of modesty.
Of course, it wasn't "no man's land" as any man (or most male aliens) could have it for a price.
Carly smoothed out the tops of her red and yellow thigh-high stockings, giving them the look as if they were painted on her slim legs. Turning to the counter, she swept a few belongings into the small purse she carried to work - a mini-shock rod, breath mints, and a few trinkets of personal value. It might seem risky having the latter with her on the streets and alleys near the Aduin Spaceport, but she trusted they'd be safe at home. If either of her parents knew she held some attachment to them, they'd use them as coercion - as if she had anything left to give them.
No telling how the crowds of spacers would be. It was midway between pay days for the standard ones and she hadn't heard of any big contracts or bounties paying off. She might need a little cash to grab some food before she scored a trick.
In the cabinet was an empty can of what had once held some cooking ingredients (as if her mother ever cooked anything beyond redi-heat trays) that her parents used as a stash. Finding some credit chits, Carly was about to slip a few into her purse before she saw the blue chalky stains on the chits and her fingers.
In visceral disgust, she jammed the chits back in the can and flung it into the cabinet with more force than she intended. It rattled loudly and threatened to roll off the shelf before she slammed the cabinet door shut. Now she heard stirring from her parents' bedroom. She hurriedly washed the blue from her fingertips.
Damned Zeps. The blue pills were a popular choice for cheap thrills - giving users a buzz and a slight lift to their sex drive. Initially thought to be relatively harmless, the denizens in districts like this on New Gomorrah had once again proven the authorities wrong. Carly's parents had been popping Zeps for years now.
One night, when Carly was six, her parents were hours into a Zep-fest when they decided to include their young daughter in their version of fun. Neither adult had been putting much effort into their hygiene of late and the frightened little girl had struggled as she was pressed and trapped between their bodies. When her father's hardness had found the tender little slit between her legs, he had attempted to enter her.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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