Back Ally (M/Mf Pros\Voyeur)

[Psiberzerker]

I thought I was a voyeur once, and then I got this job. So, I got a little jaded, I guess. Then, I met someone out back. Smoking a cigarette, waiting to be let in, she just "Hey mister"ed, and I tried to put her off. Told her "No, I don't have another cigarette," and to "Get lost."

Then, she asked me "Can you get me something?"

My manager came and let me in, but let me say she was smart enough to stand on the side, so she was behind it when the door opened. I just dropped my cigarette, and didn't put it out, but she was young. Too young to be hanging out behind a porn shop.

I clocked in, counted the drawer, yadda yadda, and then the other guy left. This kind of business, it's slow, and random. Guys come in, they look around for a while, and then they leave. Sometimes, they leave as soon as the see some other guy looking around, he doesn't even look back. Then he buys something, and leaves, so the other guy can come in.

What's fucked up is that those kinds of customers are obviously afraid that the other guy is going to see whatever perversions they're looking at, and then they'll bring. I don't know, Ass Blasters #69 for me to ring up, and no that's not a joke. One of our best sellers is Ass Blasters #69, just because of the number, and there's not any reason it's better than #68, or #90, but it's actually pretty hard to keep it in stock. The only reason why they have 200+ episodes in the series is there's always this guy that's beat off to all of them, and can't wait for the next one to come out.

So yeah, you tend to get jaded after a while, and there's no policy whatsoever about jacking off on the job, because I can always tuck it back in before I hit the solenoid on the front door. I didn't forget about her, but I watched the screen for a while, and she knows right where camera in the alley is pointed too. I was starting to think she took my advice, and fucked off while I was busy doing the changeover, but then this guy came in. Looked around, and this other guy came in, so the first one paniced, and ran out the back, before he bought anything.

I just looked at the camera, and he looked over. "Hey mister." He looked around, and almost kept running the other way, but I don't have any way to turn on the microphone for the intercom, unless he backed into the button by accident. I just filled in the dialog in my head.

"Who, me?"

"Yeah, can you get me something, inside?" He walked out of the camera's view, there's a blind spot, and if anyone ever bothered not to go the other way, with their shameful smut, i might have worried about it before, but I figured she'd just give him the money for whatever, and then I'd find out when he came back in to buy it for her.

"I'll take these." I didn't even look, just flipped the magazines over, and fanned the corners to scan the bar codes, glanced at the register.

"That'll be $23.21." Then when I looked back, he backed up, and turned around. Zipping his pants up, and tucking his wallet in his back pocket. The door thunked on the lock, and I jumped. Reached under the counter, and pushed the button to pull the solenoid bolt out of the slot. "Have a nice day."

I got up, and dismissed all the hassle I'd have to go through, calling the cops, and reporting her for turning tricks in the alley, but if anyone came while I was out back, taking a smoke break, that's a lot less business than I'd lose if we had a bunch of cop cars out front.

"You still back there, kid?" I held my foot in the door, and my hip up against it. "What did you want, from inside?"

"Some rubbers?" She stood up, behind the dumpster, but it's not like, we throw away a lot of garbage. it's not a restaurant, mostly paperwork, and boxes, honestly. Every once in a while, we have to run off some guy that thinks we throw out porno, when we could just keep it on the shelf for decades, and eventually some guy would come in with an itch for vintage bush.

I just took the 2, and flipped the butt in the corner. "Safe sex, if you're gonna turn tricks anyway." I shook my head, and grabbed a handful of freebies from the jar. I'm not above taking the money either, so I rang up [No $ale], and got 3 fivers out for her change. Hell we give them away with a bottle of lube if you buy something.

"Here, now give me back my cigarette, and." i was about to tell her to fuck off again, but that worked so well last time. "You got a place to stay?"

"Yeah, it's not much." She held the butt up, and I shrugged.

"Keep it." What the fuck.

"It's a couch, but it's dry."

"Your boyfriend treating you right?" I looked for any bruises, or track marks. She smiled, without any black teeth in the front.

"Thanks for your concern, and the rubbers." She stuffed them in her purse, "But I get the picture."

"Look, just. Try to stay outta sight. All right? It's probably safer back here, where I can keep an eye on you, but." The intercom buzzed. "I got to go, but try not to get yourself busted, all right?"

"Thanks, mister."

"Scott."

She called "Thanks, Scott" back before the door swung shut, and I rushed back to let the next customer in.

What the hell, I guess I'm not a completely heartless bastard yet. I guess she looks about 17, I'd have to card her, but I won't. If she could just come in, then she would. The next guy left, and then the next one was an older woman. By older, I'm going to say middle age, but if she wasn't a regular, I wouldn't have to check if she was 18. I do it to flatter her, but she's worked herself up to the next size of pocket rocket, gets in and out quickly, before some guy shows up, and leaves out the back.

She didn't even look back, so unless the squatter went somewhere else to look for business, she took my advice, and kept her head down. That spinster reminded me of someone, hadn't been by in a while, and I hadn't thought to wonder if he'd been picked up, or found somewhere else to harass.

I picked through the old minidisks, until I found the one I wanted, and split the screen to run it back.

Eventually, another guy came in, and I can't even call it the luck of the draw. He made a beeline for the regular rack, and those titles don't collect dust. [Call me Daddy] The latest one, and [Old Enough?]

"Oh, man." I dropped a rubber in the plain black plastic bag. "You better go out the back." Tapped on the video so it played back, and turned the screen.

"That damned Jesus Chrispi's back, with a wild hair up his ass."

"What an asshole." He grabbed his bag, and clutched it to his chest, as if I'd try to snatch it back.

He likes them young, too young, and always pays cash.

Lots of cash, and if he's not a middle school teacher, you could've fooled me. Right down to the patches on his jacket elbows, when the weather's cool enough to wear them, but maybe that's just how he sees himself.

Sure enough.

"Hey, Mister." This time she stepped around behind the dumpster, and backed up in the corner. She had a string of rubbers out, and tore one off, before she tucked them back in her purse.

Mr. Jackson dropped his pants, and she popped a squat to roll it on. Get it wet in her mouth, and rubbed the crotch of her panties up under her skirt.

"Huh! All right." I'm a voyeur. I'm still a voyeur, I'm just jaded enough that it takes something this dirty, and knowing it's happening right out back, right now. "Huh, yeah. I guess it doesn't have to be an F. You didn't get all of the answers, all wrong. look, if I give you half credit on this one, then I'll make it a D."

Now she's bent over the low dumpster, pulling her skirt up, and he pulls down her underwear from behind. I actually raised an eyebrow, an little surprised that he went down with them. Shook his face back and forth, so her cheeks slapped back and forth on his nose, he must've ditched the glasses when he had his back turned, but then I heard the buzzer again.

"Huh!" I clicked to switch back to the minidisk, and he was replaced by the guy pulling a [Sinners Burn In Hell] sign out of the back of his station wagon. "Huh! Can I see some ID?"

"Yeah, I'm." He looked around, "Just going to look around."

"Not until I see some ID, kid."

"I left it in the car."

"Then go out, and come back when you've got some proof that you're 18, or older." I switched back, but they were still going at it. She had her hands back to prop her up, while he held onto her bare feet, and pumped it into her so hard it made his greasy combover slip down his forehead.

"Yeah, all right. Make it an A. Huh, you know what A stands for? Anal. Huh, yeah, huh! Huh, yeah FUCK?"

"Sorry man." He held up his wallet.

I leaned over the counter, so my bare cock beat my pulse, tapping the dirty underside while I looked it over. Checked the date on the monitor.

"Happy birthday, son. You gotta understand, I hear that must've left it in my car excuse at least 50 times a day."

He went to look around, so I could sit back. Looking over the counter, and zip back up.

Mr. Johnson was tucking his shirt back in, and my little hooker walked back to the blind corner, counting her money. Before the new kid found something to take home, and whack it to, she'd grabbed her backpack, and started walking off.

"I guess, I'll try these. You don't rent movies?"

"What you see is what you get, but if you see my niece out there, tell her I'll be out in a minute. All right?"

I'm not just a jaded voyeur any more. I have to admit that now I was officially a dirty old man.

He didn't come back, and neither did she. Probably better for both of us, but I really regretted destroying that disk, but come on. If I get caught with that, I'm not going to say I thought she was 18. I'm on camera not letting her in the back door, but letting her turn tricks behind the dumpster, because I didn't even bother to card her.

Go to jail, go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200.00.

[Psiberzerker]

He let me in, and I already had my ID out. Still warm from the laminater at the DMV, he picked it up. His jaw dropped, then he shook his head, and checked his computer screen.

"You're nineteen?"

"Yeah, but I know I look younger, I just needed to get back on my feet, but thanks."

"So, you. Lost your ID?" He guessed.

"My car, my clothes, and I could've left a dog in the back seat to make it a country music song, but yeah. I just wanted to say thanks, for giving me a chance."

"Well," he grunted, and stood up. Leaned over the counter, "If you want to look around, or. Even if it's a long story, I'd love to hear it, Allison."

"It's Allie. So anyways, I was driving back to school, when I decided to pull into a hotel before I fell asleep at the wheel, and wound up in a ditch."

"Uh huh?"

"Then, I woke up the next morning to find the broken glass from my window, next to the empty parking space."

"You left your license in the car?"

"I was half dead," I shook my head, "I thought, I know, I can just drive straight through, and coffee will keep me awake! Stupid, and I wasn't even paying attention to the sleazy shithole of a hotel I found. I just signed the papers, went in, and crashed. I remembered to lock my purse in the car, but then the next day I sat there waiting for the cops, and just staring at this sign, on the wall of the office. [Do Not Leave Any Valuables In The Car.] Duh, I left everything, I owned in the car, and just crashed out. So, I guessed they decided it was quicker to steal the whole thing than try to unload it all. They never caught the guy."

I stopped, but he just reached under the counter, I hoped not for a pistol, but the door just snapped, and he let another guy in. "Go on."

I just turned around, and the hairs lay down on the back of my neck, but there was no way I was going to turn my back on a stranger. Okay, Scott, I looked back, but he could have called the cops, or any of a number of other things he threatened to do if I didn't fuck off when he told me to, but I guess he's just like that on first impression.

The guy didn't even look at me, or around, he kept right on going to the back door, and it swung shut fast enough to slam. He didn't slam it, it just slams shut if you open it wide enough. "What was that all about?"

He shrugged, "Some guys are ashamed to shop for porn, or sex toys when there's a woman around. I don't know what it is in this neighborhood, but we get all the closet perverts, that don't want anyone to know they're a pervert, so they avoid eye contact, and hope nobody recognizes him.

He turned around, and picked up a folded chair, to hand it to me. "You want to sit down?"

"Yeah, thanks." I folded it out, and crossed my legs, smoothing my skirt out over my knee. "Where was I?"

"Back at the hotel?"

"So yeah, anyways, they let me stay until the cleaning lady came to fix up the room, which was long after checkout, but they said I came in late, so it was all right, and then this guy." I smoothed the hairs down on my forearms.

"A pimp?"

"Yeah, I guess, but not like. You know, how they dress up like speakeazy gangsters in the movies, he was just like a guy, you know? He offered to help me out, and gave me a ride into town, but on the way, he made me an offer I could Definitely refuse."

"He tried to turn you out."

"Yeah, and then he just gave me his number, and fifty cent. Just in case I change my mind, he said."

"The quarters were for a payphone." He guessed.

"Stop me if you heard this one."

"Well, not the exact same story, but look around you. Yeah, I deal with pimps, and prostitutes from time to time, and I hear I've got a good shoulder to cry on."

"Yeah, you're." Wouldn't you know it, another guy came in, and I had to scoot back to let him bye, but he stopped, and then I looked up.

"Oh," I put my head down too late, and looked away.

"It is you! So, you're finally 18, huh?"

"Look, man." Scott snapped his fingers, and hooked his thumb at a sign, over his shoulder. "You know the rules." He didn't even look, just shook his head. "If you're not going to buy anything, that's actually legal to sell, then get out."

"See you later?" He went out the back, and Scott straightened up, to grab his mouse, and click on the computer.

"Sorry about that." I just shivered a little, and waited for my heart attack to stop. "I didn't even check the entrance camera." he laughed, "If I did, I'd know that combover anywhere."

"Huhuh. Yeah. What do they have this place under surveillance?"

"Well, that guy lives around here, so he's in here all the time, and he must've seen you walking around the neighborhood? Look, I got a little work to do, before my relief gets here, but if you want to hang out until he's gone. I like your company."

"I like your's too. I'm all right, but I don't want to see him again."

"Of course not. So, that means you quit?"

"I didn't know what else to do, and all I could think about is that pimp telling me you sure could make a lot of money. I didn't need a lot of money, I just needed enough to get my Birth Certificate, Social Security, and stuff sent from home." I even made enough for a few days in a hotel, in a couple hours.

"A lot of homeless people too. You got stuck in that catch Three Thirty Three."

"That's like Catch 22?"

"Yeah, except it's more like rock paper scissors. You need an ID to get a job, you need a job to pay rent, and you need an address to get an ID, amiright?"

"Yeah, something like that, and I'm not out of the woods yet, but at least I can prove I'm me, and maybe start to work on that other stuff, to get my life together. With a little help."

"What do you need, a place to stay?"

"No, well. I don't know, maybe soon. Huh! I'm staying at this shelter, and I don't want to wear out my welcome, but it's Christian, and I don't want to be Christian any more, but old habits die hard, and I keep going back, or waking up in a house of God, which just reminds me of all the. Stuff I've done. Huh, I tried praying, but that didn't work, so I tried something else, and that kinda did."

"Well, it ain't much, but I've got a couch, and at least it's dry."

"Uh?"

;)

"Huh, ha! Thanks."

[Psiberzerker]

"Snh?" I got up, and went to take a piss, then I stopped in the doorway to the bathroom.

Forgot she was here, but she wasn't even pretending to be asleep. Her knuckles stopped slipping up, and down under the sheet, and she kicked it off. Cradling her breast in her arm, and cupping the other to gently pinch her tiny pink nipple.

"Huh!" I shook my head, and pulled my shirt out, to hang over the front of my shorts, and went back to bed. She stopped the door, and I didn't look back. I just let go, and she felt my arm.

"Can I sleep with you?" Her other hand slipped around my hip, and rubbed my shirt into the front of my shorts.

"Look, I don't know if that's a good idea."

"I don't care, I just don't want this sexual tension between us." She let go, and bushed the back of my arm. Pulling my hand, and I realized that I hadn't seen her naked before. I only really saw her having sex once, over and over again until I could force myself to destroy that minidisk, but that's before I found out that she was 19, and just lost her driver's license. "I don't know how else to thank you, for everything you've done for me."

"Look, I feel a little guilty about, sending that sicko out to." I close my eyes, but her hand slipped up, and brushed my balls through the crotch of my boxer-briefs, then she caressed me with her palm, and started rubbing it.

I backed up, and she let me go, but I felt the light switch, and turned it on. "Huh, you mean the guy that gave me 2 hundred bucks for 10 minutes of acting?"

"Go to bed." I left the door open, but pulled my shirt off, and sat back on the couch.

"You don't want to join me?" She smiled, seductively, petting the sheet next to my pillow, and ran her knee up to cover her pubic hairs. "You just want to sit there, and whack off, watching me play with myself?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," she felt over her hip, and caressed her buttock, but her eyes were on my hand. Slowly stroking to make it last, but if she's going to tease me this slowly, then I'm never going to be able to hold back until she finishes, but I'm going to try.

"I'm a voyeur at heart, but I've never wanted to watch something, more. Sexy than you, god. You're so young, and I can't believe I'm lucky enough to ever get you in my bed."

"Hm," she twisted, and stretched, but by then she had her arm up, like she cradled one breast, and played with the other right here on the couch. It was still warm, and she was on her side this time, with her leg over her hand, so all I could see was her wrist bending, and her arm moving slightly, but she's teasing me, and I know it. "Keep talking."

"I love it how you tease me, you don't show me too much, or too little so I get bored with the view, and I'm just aching with anticipation, huh! Fuck, this is hot."

"Yeah, huh! You want to see my pussy."

"Yeah."

"I'm so wet, and tight, I can barely get one finger inh! Huh! I think I can get another one."

"Yeah try. Show me, I want to see it now."

"Huh!' She flopped back, but her hand covered up everything between her legs wide open. "No, I don't want to just finger myself, I want you. Huh!" Her back flopped down, and she gasped. "HhuhHhuh! I want you so bad, inside me. I want you to cum inside me, I want your babies."

"NGshH! Shit, huh! Uh, ah fuck!"

"Ah hah yeah. Cum for me. FfFfffuhH! Huh! UH!"

"Huh!" I shake my head. "Don't."

"Ngh. Please."

"Don't say it."

She whispered. 'daddy.'

"Damn it." I got up, and slammed the door. "I told you not to say it!" I heard her feet hit the floor at the end of the bed, but I just held onto the door knob, whiped my fingers off on my shorts to grip it in both hands. Knowing she wouldn't have the strength to turn it.

I don't know if she hit the other side of the door with her fist, or her head, but she said. "I'm sorry, Scott. I didn't know."

"Why didn't you listen to me?"

"I did, but how could I know whether you ment it, or if it was one of those say it, don't say it things?"

"Well, I. Look, I understand that maybe there was some mixed signals in there, and I'm old enough to be your father, but. Huh, I'm going to take a shower. And you, are going, back to bed."

"Okay, Scott. I really am sorry, Scott."

"I forgive you."

I know I'm nobody's daddy, and I guess it never came up before, but I'm over 40 years old, and there's guys my age who's kids are having their first babies. They're grandparents, and yeah they were kinda young, and their kids were kinda young to have kids, but still.

I'm creepy, I know, I heard. I figured what the fuck, I might as well go work in a smutt shop, right outta high school, because they couldn't think any less of me, and it's true. I was peeping on them, I couldn't help myself, and I did my time in jail, but just because I payed my debt to society doesn't make me a decent person, and now I'm crying like the pitiful wretch I am in the bath tub.

'Scott?"

"Go back to bed."

"I'm sorry, but now I have to pee, and there's only the one bathroom."

"Huh!" I had the shower curtain pulled anyway, and if she even knocked, it was too quiet to hear over the water spattering the back wall. "All right."

"Thanks," she tried the door, but she knows by now, there's no locks on any of the doors in this apartment. Just the front, and side door, but I heard the seat drop, and she sat down.

I waited, listening for the stream to start, and even felt a dirty twitch. Shaking my head, but it was too late. Even with the water hitting the top of my head, it just reminded me of pulling my feet up, so no one would see my shoes sticking out under the side of the stall, and the girls coming in. Their panties slipping down around their ankles, and the tinkles of their piss hitting the water.

"Is it what I said, about having your children?"

"Huh, yeah. That too."

"Well, I'm sorry." I blinked, and shook my head, but her voice didn't change. It moved, a little farther away, and a lot higher.

I risked a peek out, through the side of the shower curtain, but she stopped, and looked back, right before she pulled the door closed.

"But I ment it."

PWH! But I'm too old? Maybe I've still got a few little swimmers left, that haven't just gotten washed down the drain, but I don't need the noise, and the distraction of the water. So, I sat up, and reached out to feel for the faucet handle in the dark. The water backed up with a THUNK! When I pushed it back, but I just can't believe it.

Why me? Look, well don't look at me. Soaking wet, and naked in the dark, but I know damn well what I look like. I sure as hell never was no catch even when I was her age. I'm still fat, and maybe she likes the creepy part, and maybe she doesn't but do the math man. By the time the little kiddos are 18, and ready to get out, I'll be over 60, and she'll still be barely 30 even if she had them now.

Not to mention what kind of father I'll be. When my daughter is old enough for her friends to come over, and start to show. Hips, and little tits, and asses, then our sun gets his first teenage girlfriend, and I know. Damn it I know I can't just look at them without looking creepier, and creepier until I scare them all off and ruin everyone's sex life forever.

But does that mean that I can't have one? A real sex life for once? Okay, yeah she dabbled in prostitution when she had to, but she's over that life now, and I never even got a chance to touch a woman without giving her the catch first, and that makes her kinda perfect.

if I had only met her 20 years ago when she wasn't even born yet. "Uh! Fuck, it's imfuckingpossible!"

You could go nuts just thinking about it, but I'm already crazy enough to have a hot 19 year old want some of this, and kicked her out of bed?

No, honestly, it was the other way around, but it feels good to laugh, even though it makes me sound even crazier with it echoing in the dark.

"Scott?" She never fucking listens. "What's so funny?"

"Huh, it's a long story."

"Well, I have plenty of time."

[comsmith22]

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