Ernie's car looked no different than the others whose owners deemed them to be a low enough risk to park in this part of town. From his vantage point, he could see across the street and inside the alley where certain businesses were transacted at night - the kind that didn't need a store front.
Among certain circles, this area was known as the Veal Market, referencing its selection of tender young meat. A few girls in their early to mid-teens plied their trade, here. Many of them wore heavy make-up, which Ernie thought was a waste. The clients were looking for young, not young trying to pass for older. Then again, some of them were regulars of the meth dealers and probably needed some help. Fourteen going on sixty, so to speak.
A couple entered the alley - the taller one was definitely the john. And Ernie recognized the slight figure of the smaller one. She was his favorite honey and never wore makeup. Not that it would have helped much because at nine, she wasn't going to pass for much older.
Lucy was her name - Ernie knew that from previous encounters although their conversations were kept short in deference to other matters. She was a thin girl and the red tube top stretched across her formless chest emphasized her immaturity; a walking advertisement for something tantalizingly illicit. Adding to the look were the long pigtails of dirty blonde hair.
From the waist down, Lucy presented another paradoxical display of her youth and her profession. A tight black miniskirt hugged her rear, appearing to be made of leather but it was likely just a cheaper, imitation material. Where the hell a kid could find something like that in her size was beyond Ernie. It had to be a sign of society going downhill on a steep grade.
Watching the little girl walking in that slutty garment made Ernie appreciate society's direction.
Equally enticing was Lucy's choice in footwear. No high-heeled shoes for her, which made since the streets and sidewalks in this area were pocked with holes and cracks that routinely claimed a number of stiletto heels as victims. Plus, Ernie reasoned, the kid probably couldn't walk in heels anyway.
Instead, Lucy wore black Mary Janes. Her white socks were ankle high with ruffles. Elementary schoolgirl chic to complete her otherwise hooker ensemble.
Taking a few bills from the man, Lucy tucked them in her purse before kneeling upright in front of him. From the car, Ernie settled in, feeling the reaction in his groin. God, how he loved watching that girl work.
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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