Ruby's Night On't Game

The wet cobblestones reflected the dull glow of the gas streetlights. Rain was fitful, squalls and dry spells. Ruby's step father walked down with her as she started work for the first time.

"Now thee know what to do," he asked urgently, "When thee makes ten bob bring back home or thee might get mugged."

"Yes our Dad," she said.

Tommy Acort looked on, he waited in Timothy Whites doorway as Ruby passed by.

"Thee dropped thee knickers didn't thee, can't run from the rozzers with knickers round thee anchors," he queried.

Tommy waited for him to bugger off, "Evening our Ruby, you gone on the game then?" Tommy asked.

"What's it to thee?" she asked.

"I got a horn, how much to stick it up thee?" he asked

"Five bob," Ruby replied

"Here you are then," Tommy replied as he handed over two half crowns.

"Thing is I haven't done it afore, except wi me step dad, and he only poked me ass," Ruby replied.

"You a virgin then?" he asked.

"No, I had me fingers up," she confesed, "Dad said I could have got ten pounds for it."

"I suppose," Tommy replied, "How's about we have a bag of chips first?"

"Me Dad want's me to make a few bob not hang around with the likes of you," Ruby replied.

"And you," Tommy asked, "Do you want to fuck some old bloke down an alleyway for five bob a time?"

"No," Ruby admitted, "But I ant got no choice have I?"

"You could tell thee dad to fuck his self." he suggested.

"He would chuck me out on street," Ruby protested.

"He already has from where I'm looking on," Tommy observed, "Why don't thee come home with me, we has a spare room you could use as a brothel and I could be your pimp."

"What's in it for you?" Ruby asked.

"I could have it away with thee when ever I want," he suggested.

"Out the frying pan into the fire," Ruby sighed, "Give us five bob and have your end away I need to get on."

"I just shot me load in me pants sorry," Tommy apologised.

"Well thee caan still give me five bob." Ruby protested.

"What's all this then young Ruby," P C Nobby Noble asked as he strolled by, "You gone on the game then."

"No we are going for a bag of chips," Tommy replied.

"Nice try lad, I knows thee dad or step dad, he's a rum bastard, he put you up to it?" Nobby asked.

Ruby nodded.

"He been fucking you up he ass ent he?" Nobby asked Ruby nodded.

"Do you reckon he would like a truncheon rammed up his ass hole?" Nobby asked, "Do you reckon he's a queer?"

"He fucks me mam every which way but up," Ruby replied.

"Pimps her out too I'll wager," Nobby suggested. Ruby nodded. "I'll be back, can't have queer pimps walking the street can we?"

Nobby turned to Tommy, "Give her one from me lad, and be respectful like," he said.

Ruby was confused, she thought Nobby arrested prossies and had his wicked way with them instead of them getting fined.

"What's up with him?" she asked Tommy.

"He hates thee dad, everyone hates the lazy bastard, putting thee mam and sister on't game and lazing round on profits," Tommy said.

"He's not me real Dad," Ruby explains.

"I know," Tommy agreed, "Well thee mam was a prossie so no one knows who thee real dad is do they, not even thee mam."

"No, I suppose not," Ruby agreed.

"I need to get washed up Ruby," Tommy explained, "I'm all sticky, do you want to come home with me and have a brew while I change me pants?"

Ruby considered this life changing decision for at least ten seconds, "That would be nice."

"After that I can give thee one if me mam don't kick off," Tommy offered.

"Cuppa would be nice," Ruby confirmed.

Tommy took Ruby home, "Is Kettle on Ma?" he asked shouting up the stairs as his Mam tended to stay in bed all day.

"Who for?" Mrs Acort asked.

"Ruby," Tommy answered.

"She's no good for thee Tommy Acort," his mam warned, "Her mams' a prossie."

"I know our mam I just paid five bob to shag her," Tommy said.

"That's all reet then, kettle's boiling," Mrs Acort replied, "Just don't get spunk on the bed, shag her over kitchen table."

"You saying I ent good enough for your Tommy?" Ruby demanded.

"Got it in one luv, you're a prossie, a dirty little whore," Mrs Acort insisted.

"Ruby's crying our mam, you upset her now." Tommy replied.

"No more than the truth," Mrs Acort replied.

"It's not her choice," Tommy replied, "She want's to be Ticket collector on't trams but her step Dad promised his mates he's put her on't game."

"He always was a useless bastard that step dad," Mrs Acort agreed, "Have a brew get thee end away and we can have a chin way about it."

Tommy dropped his pants in the kitchen and cleaned his cock on a dish cloth. It was a nice cock Ruby decided, streamlined like a Haddock not all bulbous like her step dad's.

"Tommy," said Ruby, "Do you want to kiss me and tell me you love me to get me in the mood?"

"Nah, you're all right, I just want to whop it up thee and get me end away," Tommy admitted, "I just want a shag, not get engaged or nothing."

"Oh," Ruby replied, "If we was engaged you could shag me when ever, and I wouldn't charge."

Mrs Acort had come down stairs, "No you don't you strumpet!"

"It'd save Thirty Bob a week our Mam," Tommy pointed out.

"Thirty five," His Mam countered, "Including Sundays. not that thee can afford Thirty bob just to get thee end away regular."

"I don't want to muck about," Ruby replied, "Just stick it in me and let me get back on streets."

Tommy tenderly turned Ruby away from him and tried to force three fingers up Ruby's tightly closed vagina. She was having nothing of it until Tommy kissed her neck and slipped a hand down her blouse and groped her left tit.

"Oh Tommy," she gasped as her cunt juices started to flow. His cock nuzzled her pussy lips and began to ease inside her, "Ohhh Tommy."

"Oh Ruby, I been wanting to shag thee for ages," Tommy confessed.

"You never said," Ruby replied.

"I'm a bit shy like," Tommy explained.

"Oi, get on and shag the bint don't chat her up," Mrs Acort warned but she coud see Tommy was smitten.

"Oh Tommy, that's so good, Ohhhh," Ruby wailed.

"Keep thee yap down," Mrs Acort warned, "Thee'll get thee self arrested shagging down back alleys."

"I'll never be no good as a prossie," Ruby admitted.

"I asn't no complaints," Tommy replied as he continued to shaft Ruby from behind,gradually pushing her and the kitchen table nearer to the window.

"Reminds me of when I walked in on yer dad and Mavis Tatlock when I came home early from Bingo with a head ache." Mrs Acort explained.

"Too much information our mam" Tommy replied as he kept banging away sending Ruby into a helpless delirium of overlapping orgasms.

Tommy finally finished just after the table finally crashed into the sink unit and stopped.

He wiped his cock on the dish cloth and handed it to Ruby to wipe her cunt with.

"Split crotch french knickers that's what thee want's our Ruby," Tommy's mam declared, "Keep the cold out of a winters night and still let a bloke stick it up thee wi out having knickers around your ankles."

Ruby was a bit weak at the knees. Having orgasms took it out of her, so she helped put the table back where it should be and had just drunk a cup of tea when there was a terrific bang on the door, "Ruby, I know thee's in their, come out, get back on the street and make a few bob." Her step dad shouted.

Tommy amswered the door, Ruby's step dad tried to push past so Tommy smacked him one in the chops and he fell back. "Bugger off you sick pimp," he said cheerfully slamming the door.

"Bloody Hell Tommy,what did you do that for, he'll bloody kill me!" Ruby cried.

"No, but he'll bloody shag you though," Tommy warned.

"Chuck thee lot in wi us, have spare bed room as a brothel, thee knows it makes sense," Tommy said.

"Don't I get a say?" Tommy's mam chipped in.

"No, me dad left me the house when he died, you're just a bloody lodger," Tommy replied firmly.

Ruby saw Tommy in a completely new light, she were in love.

"Tommy, why don't you ask us to marry you instead?" Ruby asked.

"Bloody hell, he only just shagged you," Tommy's mam protested, but she saw how much he enjoyed shagging Ruby and the extra cash from pimping her out would be handy, "You're a bit forward aren't you lass?"

"Would you our Ruby, would you, marry me like," Tommy replied, "I never thought you would marry the likes of me. No more walking streets and shagging for brass mind if thee and me weds, I ent bring up some other bastards brat wi out knowing or owt."

"Yes, I'll keep me knickers on Tommy," Ruby agreed, "I only want's thee up me."

"Oh Ruby," Tommy cried, "I'm getting hard again hop up on table would thee." and they embraced as Tommy whopped his cock up her again for another glorious shag.