Susan lay in the corner of the doorway protected from the wind behind a dumpster. Even though it wasn't that cold yet, maybe from her not eating enough food, she was cold. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered while remembering that she was hungry. She heard a noise that had awakened her and now she couldn't go back to sleep. She wondered what time it was. The bars must have just closed. There was someone coming.
She peeked through the crack between the wall and the dumpster to see who was in her alley. Three, young men walked towards her talking and laughing. They looked harmless enough. When most times she remained silently motionless until they walked by, whenever hearing and/or spotting rats, roaches, or men she couldn't remain quiet. She needed money for breakfast.
Always having second thoughts about approaching strangers, especially men, especially when there was more than one man together when she was so alone and so vulnerable in a deserted alley, yet desperate for something to eat, she grabbed her empty, coffee cup. Maybe today was the start of a better day. Maybe these three men were here to help her, an answer to her prayers. Flattening down her hair, hoping they'd take pity on her and give her a couple of dollars, she tried making herself more presentable to look less like a bum.
"Spare change," she said holding up her empty cup and smiling just as they passed by her. "Help the homeless."
All she needed was another quarter to buy herself a cup of coffee in the morning. If she got another dollar, she could buy a muffin too or an egg and sausage sandwich from McDonalds. Never thinking she'd be in this desperate position begging for spare change while sleeping in an alley, she couldn't go back to the shelter because of what happened to her the last time she was there. Better off and safer outdoors than she was inside, so long as the temperature wasn't so unbearably cold, she'd rather be sleeping here than to sleep there.
"I ain't got no spare change and if I did, I wouldn't give it to you, you bum. Get a job," laughed a man and making his two friends laugh too.
Watching them walk away, she lowered her cup and when they passed her, as if a cat sleeping on a couch, she curled herself back in a tight ball and pulled some cardboard over her.
"Hey," said one man to his friend. "That's no dude. That's a broad."
"A broad?" He stopped and turned around to look back at her. "No way."
"Yeah, way, she has tits, big tits. I saw them when she stuck out her hand for money."
The three men turned around and walked back over to her. Towering over her and with the dumpster blocking her escape, they surrounded her as if they were prison guards looking down at a frightened inmate.
"If I give you my hard earned money," said the first man laughing. "What are you going to do for me?" He gave her a not so subtle hint what he wanted and expected her to do by grabbing at his crotch.
"Do for you?" Susan looked up at him as if she was in a daze and had been awakened from her dream. In was late. She was tired and now that she was awake, she remembered how hungry she was before falling asleep. "What I'd do for you is to thank you very much for helping me to get something to eat," she said holding up her cup again.
"That's not the kind of gratitude that I'm looking to have for helping a woman in need," said the first man.
"What say you give us a look and a feel of those big tits," said the second man. "Then maybe we'll think about giving you some money."
"Yeah, I'll give you a dollar for showing me your big tits and another dollar for giving me a feel of your big tits," said the third man. "Maybe I'll even give you five dollars for sucking my cock and cumming in your mouth, that is, so long as you swallow and don't spit."
"No, I can't do that," said Susan clutching her shirt around her breasts as if she was clutching herself to protect her pocketbook from being stolen. Only she didn't have a pocketbook nor did she have any money. All she had were the clothes on her back, a bag of cans she collected, and a bag with some personal things, toothbrush, toothpaste, hair brush, roll of toilet paper, a clean pair of socks and panties, and some sanitary pads she stole from the ladies restroom. "Please, I'm begging you. I really could use a cup of coffee. All I need is another quarter," she said pleading with them to help her.
"I done told you already. I'll give you a dollar if you flash me those big boobs," said the third man insisting. "Another dollar for giving me a feel and five dollars to suck my cock."
"No, sorry," she said turning away from them. "I can't do that. I'm old enough to be your mother," she said with a nervous laugh while hoping, if they weren't going to help her, that they'd just go away and leave her alone.
"That's okay," said the third man. "I like older woman. My mom's flashed me her tits and given me a feel from time to time, especially when I give her some weed."
"Pervert," said one of his friends. "You felt up your mother?"
"You'd feel her up too, if you had a mother as hot as my mom," he said in defense of his incestuous actions.
"What if you suck my cock for a ten dollars?" The second man unzipped himself, reached his hand inside, and pulled out his cock.
"Go away before I scream. I mean it," said Susan.
"Go ahead and scream lady. Everyone screams all the time in this neighborhood," he said screaming at the top of his lungs. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! See? No one cares about you and your tits but us."
